The Master of the Ceremonies Part 47

Sent on a special mission by her aunt that morning, to see whether Mr Miggles had any fish, and with a basket to obtain a small bottle of a peculiar water that Fisherman d.i.c.k secretly supplied to a few friends whom he could trust, simple-faced Annie picked up some news.

"You don't want any more brandy, aunty," the girl had said; "there are two bottles not opened, and you said you wouldn't have any more fish for ever so long."

"Oh, Annie!" cried Miss Clode, "I thought you were beginning to be of a little use to me."

The girl's mouth opened wide, and her nose turned red; but directly after a cunning smile came in her face, and her eyes nearly closed.

"Oh, I say, aunty," she said softly, "I know what you mean now. You mean go and make that an excuse for getting to know about pretty Miss Denville going to see about the little girl."

"Worse and worse, Annie," cried Miss Clode. "Don't you understand that a still tongue makes a wise head?"

"Oh, yes, aunty, I know now;" and nodding her head very knowingly, Annie went off on her mission.

She returned very quickly, with a face quite scarlet with heat and excitement, full of the news she had picked up from Mrs Miggles, who had determined not to say a word of what she knew, and ended by telling all.

Miss Clode was in a state of excitement, for she had heard from a customer that young Mr Linnell, of the Parade, had fallen from the cliff that morning and cut his head, and the news turned the little woman pale, and she staggered and felt sick. When Annie came back she had recovered, but only ready on hearing her niece's news to faint dead away and lie insensible, just as stout Mrs Barclay came in about a new account-book, and to purchase a couple of pounds' worth of bill-stamps.

"Poor little woman!" cried Mrs Barclay sympathetically. "Here, don't make a fuss, my dear; I'll help you. Let's get her on the sofa. It's only fainting, and the smelling-salts will bring her round. That's the way," she panted and puffed as she helped to carry the slight little woman into the inner room. "Worse disasters at sea. Not so bad as Mr Linnell tumbling off the cliff this morning and cutting his head."

"He didn't tumble off the cliff," said Annie, round-eyed and trembling with eagerness, as she whispered in Mrs Barclay's ear.

"Oh, yes, he did, my dear."

"No, he didn't," whispered Annie, as Miss Clode lay quite senseless.

"Hearing about it all upset aunty."

"Did it? What, his fall?"

"No, no, it wasn't a fall; but I mustn't say anything."

"You don't know anything," said Mrs Barclay contemptuously.

"Oh yes, I do," whispered Annie. "It's very horrid. Major Rockley shot him in a duel this morning for horse-whipping him after Major Rockley had insulted Miss Denville. There!"

"Hus.h.!.+" whispered Mrs Barclay, whose face was now as red as Annie's.

"Your aunt is coming to."

"Don't say I told you. She would be so cross."

Mrs Barclay nodded; and, after saying a few comforting words to the sufferer as she came to, contented herself with buying the bill-stamps, and left the shop, while, as soon as she had recovered sufficiently, Miss Clode wrote a few hasty lines to Colonel Mellersh, and strictly enjoining her to hold her tongue, sent her niece off to deliver the note on the Parade.

Colonel Mellersh was not within, but Cora Dean and her mother were alighting from the pony-carriage, and Annie greeted them with a smile and a curtsey, which made Mrs Dean tap the girl on the shoulder with a formidable fan.

"Here, you come in, and walk upstairs. I want a word with you."

"No, no, not now, mother," said Cora hastily.

"Now, just you let me have my own way for once in my life, please, Betsy," said Mrs Dean; and to avoid having words in the hall, where they could easily be overheard, Cora gave way, and in due time, to her intense delight, Annie was seated in one of Josiah Barclay's gilded easy-chairs, with a piece of cake in her hand, and a gla.s.s of ginger wine before her.

"Which is quite good enough for her," Mrs Dean had said to herself.

Cora had not taken off her things, but had gone to the window, to stand looking out, and biting her lips with shame and rage, as she heard her mother's words to the girl.

"Trust me, ma'am?" Annie said, with her mouth half full of sweet Madeira cake, "that you may, ma'am, as much as you would aunty. Oh, yes, I'm sure aunty gave his lords.h.i.+p the notes, and he only laughed."

Cora's beautiful white teeth gritted together as, ill-bred as she was, she knew well enough that had she wished Lord Carboro's openly-manifested admiration to ripen to her profit, her mother's open invitations to him to call would have destroyed her chance.

Then she tried to shut her ears to what was going on, and stood there wondering whether Richard Linnell would go out while she stood there-- why it was the house had been so quiet that morning, for she generally listened for an hour to him playing duets with his father.

Then she wondered rather bitterly whether he would ever care for her, and his coldly polite way be changed. He was always civil and pleasant, and chatted with her when they met, but that was all, and at times it mortified her, as she thought how beautiful she was, making her vow that she would be revenged upon him, while at other times all this made her sit down and sob by the hour together.

"Why should I trouble about him?" she was asking herself just then, as she gazed from the window, and ignored the low buzzing of Annie's voice, which came huskily through Madeira cake, "I, who might accept almost any man I like. I've good looks, and money, and there are hundreds of men who would be only too glad of a smile. As for--"

"Mr Linnell, ma'am? Oh, yes, it's quite true," Annie was whispering, and the name sent a thrill through Cora.

"But he lives downstairs, girl, and we should have known."

"Oh, yes, ma'am, I learn by heart--aunty makes me--where all the fas.h.i.+onable people live. I know Mr Linnell--two Mr Linnells--live downstairs. It's in our visitor's list, along with you, and Colonel Mellersh, and it's quite true."

What was quite true about Richard Linnell? If it was about Claire Denville, she would tear him from her; she would crush her. How dare she presume to think of her idol--the true, brave fellow who had dashed into the sea and saved her when she was drowning?

Poor Fisherman d.i.c.k, like many more, not being young and handsome, was forgotten after that ten-pound note.

Cora's eyes flashed, her cheeks burned, and she looked as beautiful as an artist's idea of Juno, listening now with all the concentration of her pa.s.sionate nature.

"I oughtn't to talk about it, ma'am, and I wouldn't tell anyone but you," Annie went on. "They said he fell over the cliff this morning and cut his head."

Cora Dean saw blood upon a white forehead, and she clutched the back of a chair, for the room seemed to be turning, and she felt sick.

"But he didn't, ma'am."

"Isn't he hurt, then?"

"Yes, ma'am, badly. I wonder you didn't know. You see, he met Major Rockley--you know him, ma'am?--handsome dark gentleman with mustachios."

"Yes, yes, I know," said Mrs Dean, revelling in the bit of gossip.

"Have some more cake."

"Thank you, ma'am. Major Rockley was out walking with Miss Claire Denville out on the Downs--"

Cora's faintness pa.s.sed away, and the room ceased to glide round as her eyes brightened, and she felt as if she could have embraced that handsome _roue_, who always, bowed to her with such a look of insolent contempt.

"And then Mr Linnell came up and took Major Rockley's whip away and beat him."

Cora's cheeks burned with jealous rage now. How dare Richard Linnell do that? And yet she liked him for it. He was so brave. But for Claire Denville! Her eyes flashed again.

"Then they met this morning, ma'am, down on the sands, and fought a real duel, and Major Rockley shot Mr Linnell."

"It is not true!" cried Cora excitedly, and once more the room began to turn.