The Red Derelict Part 12

AT HALDANE'S.

Delia was a quick and graceful cyclist, and now on her beautiful new machine she seemed to fly as she skimmed the level and well-kept roads; and although she covered the eleven miles intervening between Ba.s.singham and Haldane's house--a pleasant country box--in a little over the hour she was neither hot nor blown. Yvonne was strolling on the lawn, and greeted her with great cordiality.

"Is that your post-card collection?" she said as she helped to unstrap three large alb.u.ms from the carrier. "Why, it must be as big as mine.

I am longing to see it. We'll overhaul it after lunch down there,"

indicating a spreading tree by the stream which gave forth abundant shade.

"What a lovely kitten," cried Delia.

"Isn't it?" said Yvonne, picking it up. "Only it isn't a kitten; it's full-grown. It's a kind that never grows large--do you, Poogie?" she added lovingly, stroking the beautiful little animal, which nestled to her, purring contentedly. It was of the Angora type, with small, lynxlike ears, thick, rich fur with regular markings, and a spreading tail. "We got it in Switzerland. I wasn't going to lose the chance.

You might go all your life and never see another like it, so I made father buy it for me. It follows me like a dog. If I walk up and down it walks up and down with me. Look."

"How sweet," said Delia, watching the little creature as, with tail erect, it paced daintily beside them. "I do love them like that."

"So do I, and so does father. I believe if anything happened to Poogie he'd be as sick about it as I would."

"I don't wonder." And, all unconsciously, the speaker had more completely won Yvonne's heart.

Even the shyest--and Delia was not addicted to shyness--would have felt at ease as they sat down, a party of three. Haldane had a frank, easy way with him towards those he did not dislike, calculated to make them feel at home, especially in the case of a bright, pretty, and intelligent girl, and soon all three were chatting and laughing as if they had known each other all their lives. Delia was at her best, and talked intelligently and well, as she could do when temporarily emanc.i.p.ated from the depressing atmosphere of Siege House.

"What a beautiful place Hilversea Court is, Mr Haldane," she said presently.

"Yes. Too big for me. Very good as a show place; but for living in give me a box like this."

The said "box" at that moment looked out upon a wondrously lovely bit of summer landscape--great clouds of vivid foliage against the blue sky; intervening seas of meadow, golden with spangling b.u.t.tercups; and in the immediate foreground a stretch of green lawn, flower-bedded, and tuneful with the murmur of bees, blending with the plash of the stream beyond.

Within, all was correspondingly bright and cheerful.

"Father says Hilversea Court exists for the sole purpose of framing old Mr Wagram," said Yvonne. "That Grandisonian, old-world look about him wouldn't be in keeping with anything more modern."

"No, it wouldn't," a.s.sented Haldane. "But, as I said before--never to the Wagrams, though--the place is much too big to live in."

"I suppose they are pa.s.sionately attached to it?" asked Delia.

"That's the word. If they have a weakness it is a conviction that the world revolves round Hilversea, and this conviction Wagram holds, if possible, a trifle more firmly than the old Squire."

"Really?"

"Yes; but he acts in keeping with the idea. There isn't a better looked after place--well, in the world, I may safely say. All the people on it simply idolise him, especially since the old Squire turned over the whole management to him."

"How perfectly delightful," p.r.o.nounced Delia. "I can well imagine it, for a more kind and considerate man can hardly exist. Fancy, that splendid new bicycle I'm riding he insisted on sending me in place of mine that got smashed up by the gnu--an old rattle-trap of a thing that would hardly have fetched its value in old iron."

"Yes; that's just the sort of thing he would do," said Yvonne.

Then Delia went on to tell about the typewriting work he had been instrumental in procuring for her sister; and they talked Wagram for some time longer, in such wise as should have put the heir-apparent of Hilversea to the painful blush could he have overheard them.

"What I object to about him, though," said Haldane, "is that he s.h.i.+rks his duties on the Bench. I suppose if it weren't that he can hardly help being on the commission of the peace he'd resign."

"I'm sure he would," declared Yvonne. "You know, Miss Calmour, he says it doesn't seem his mission to to be punis.h.i.+ng other people."

"Ho--ho--ho!" laughed Haldane. "Decidedly, then, he had forgotten that principle when he caned that cad for you the other day, Sunbeam. He seems to have waled the fellow within an inch of his life."

"Why? What was that?" asked Delia, looking up with quick interest. And then the story came out.

"The brute deserved all he got," she exclaimed with heat, and there was something like adoration in the glance she sent at Yvonne. This lovely child-woman, in her exquisite refinement, to be insulted by a common or roadside cad!

"And he deserved all he's going to get if ever I have the pleasure of beholding him," supplemented Haldane grimly.

"No, he isn't, father, for I don't believe I should know him again from Adam, in the first place. In the second, I shouldn't point him out to you if I did. Thirdly and lastly, I think the poor beast got quite enough that day."

"He couldn't. Don't you agree with me, Miss Calmour?"

"Most decidedly," said Delia, looking again at Yvonne. The latter laughed.

"The thing isn't worth making any more fuss about," she said, with a shake of her golden head. "And, if we have all done, it's time to look at the post-cards; I'm longing to see them."

Now, through all this conversation Delia was conscious that she had never enjoyed a more excellent lunch. Haldane was fond of the good things of life, and his Moselle was irreproachable--so, too, was Yvonne as a hostess--and, being gifted with a fine, healthy appet.i.te, begotten of youth and a bicycle ride, their guest was in a position to appreciate it nicely.

The two girls adjourned to the shade of the big tree that Yvonne had pointed out, and there for long did they compare notes and look over each other's collections.

Delia had been on the point of selling hers--everything was considered in the light of an a.s.set at Siege House--and had only refrained by reason of the inadequacy of the offers made. Now she rejoiced that she had not since it const.i.tuted the peg whereon hung the initiation of this acquaintance. Yet she wished she had thought of weeding it a little, for some of the specimens, looked at in recent lights, struck her as tawdry and vulgar. Yvonne's collection, on the other hand, seemed to represent every town, village, cathedral, and picturesque spot in Europe, with famed works of art and a sprinkling of celebrities.

"Why, what's this?" cried Delia as several loose cards fluttered out of the books. "It's yourself!"

"Yes. Father had it done to send to people as a Christmas card."

"But you must let me have one of these. Why, they are charming portraits. Do! Will you?"

"Certainly, if you care about it. Shall I post it to you?"

"Not for the world. They'd stamp it all over, perhaps right across the face."

"Ah--ah!" mischievously. "Now you see why I don't like them through the post. All these places are like portraits to me; they remind me of good times."

"They must indeed," said the other, thinking under what glowing circ.u.mstances this happy child's life had been pa.s.sed.

"Here's one of Poogie. I had that done. Would you like it too? Come here, Poogie, and strike the same att.i.tude, and let's see if it's good."

"I should rather think I would like it," answered Delia, who was stroking the beautiful little creature. And so the afternoon fled, for one of them only too quickly; and presently Haldane joined them, smoking a pipe, and they strolled about a little till it was time for the inevitable tea, and soon after for a homeward move.

"You must come and see us again, Miss Calmour, if you have not found it too slow," Haldane said as they exchanged farewells.

"Slow! Why, Mr Haldane, I have never enjoyed myself so much in my life."

"I'm so glad," Yvonne interposed in her frank, sunny way. Then they had parted.

"She seems a nice, pleasant, straightforward sort of girl, with no nonsense about her," was Haldane's comment as they strolled back from the gate. "Pity she comes of that rotten brood. I wouldn't have one of the others inside my door on any account. But I've always stood out against holding the individual responsible for the defects of its relatives, and here, I fancy, is a case in point. Let's go and try for a trout, Sunbeam."

Their late guest, speeding along in the sweet June suns.h.i.+ne was going over the day's events in her mind, and into the same there shot a sudden idea. If only she could be wanted as "companion" for Yvonne. She had held a post of the kind before, and had found it, not through her own fault, intolerable. But here it would be like Paradise, such was the spell this sunny child-woman, with the pretty little foreign ways contracted during a large Continental experience, had woven upon her.

It needed Clytie to point out to her that a hale, middle-aged man such as Haldane, if in want of that functionary at all, must perforce employ a very Gorgon, which, of course, he could never dream of doing; and her musings kept her so busy that she nearly dropped off her bicycle in the start she gave on finding herself almost face to face with Wagram.