Sisters Part 35
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"Heard anything of the Urquharts lately?"
"Yes. Alice was married the other day--to a widower with fourteen children. She has not been very happy at home, I fear, with Harold's wife. Harold has the place now, you know. Jim gave it up to him when he married."
"When who married?"
"Harold."
"What's Jim doing?"
"He is my manager at Redford."
Mr Dalzell smiled darkly. "He likes that, I suppose?"
"I don't know whether he likes it or not, I'm sure, but I do. I know that everything's right when he is there."
"Married?" "Lawks, no! The most confirmed old bachelor on the face of the earth."
They fell silent again, still gazing into the room. Deb lay back and fanned herself; Claud leaned forward and nursed his knee. He ought now to have asked news of her sisters, but he avoided mentioning any of them.
"Been back lately, Deb?"
"Not for years, I am ashamed to say."
"Anybody living at Redford?"
"Miss Keene and a few servants only. Too bad, isn't it? Oh, I must go soon and see the old place. But this European life--somehow, the longer you live it the less you feel you can live any other."
"I used to feel that. But now--one gets awfully tired of things--"
"Oh, I don't!"
"But then you keep so horribly young, don't you know."
He turned and looked at her. She flushed up like a girl.
"Thank you. That's a very pleasing compliment, although I know you cannot mean it."
"I'd like not to mean it. I'd like to have found you as old as I am myself."
"How cruel of you! Not that you are such a Methuselah as you would try to make out--"
"There are not five years between us," he broke in sharply.
"I know."
Back went memory in a flash to a succession of childish birthdays, their love-tokens and festive celebrations. His was in November, and his "party" was usually a picnic. Hers was in May, and was "kept" in the house, with big fires and a tea-table crowned with a three-tiered iced cake, and blind-man's-buff and turn-the-trencher in the evening.
She recalled wild contests with an imperious little boy, who could never conquer her except by stooping to it; and the self-conscious silliness of their behaviour to each other when they grew from children into boy and girl.
"Not much fun in birthdays now, Deb." He seemed to comment on her thoughts.
"Oh, well!" she sighed vaguely.
And at that instant the music stopped. Someone gave the signal to retire from the ball-room, bedwards. They were parted by the crowd that gathered about them when the dancing ceased, and he did not find her again even to say good-night.
CHAPTER XXV.
The shooting men were up first, to their early breakfast. It seemed to Deb a matter of course that Claud would be of this virile company; it was his saving grace as a man, when he was young, that he was a keen and accomplished sportsman. After an indifferent night, she rose lazily and late; found, as she expected, only a few more women in the breakfast-room, and ate her own meal alone at one of the little tables.
The hostess drifted in amongst the last, and stopped a moment to shake hands and exchange a word.
"It seems a beautiful day," she said, "and we shall be making up a party by-and-by to go out and lunch with the guns. You will join us, of course?"
But Deb thought of Claud amongst the guns, and of the horrible risk of appearing to run after him; and she replied sweetly that, although she would have loved the outing, she was afraid she must stay at home, owing to important letters that had to be written for the afternoon post.
"All right," said the hostess, "I'll stay too--there are plenty without me--and we'll have a drive later on."
She pa.s.sed to her breakfast-table, and Deb rose and went upstairs, to see what she could find to attend to in the way of pressing correspondence.
She had the status of a married lady in this great house, as everywhere; that is to say, a sitting-room of her own--a very cosy place between tea and the dressing-bell. Just now, however, Rosalie was busy in it. The maid offered to retire to the adjoining bed-chamber, but Deb said, "Oh, never mind; go on," and gathering her blotting-book and papers, went downstairs again to make herself comfortable in the library. She loved a good library to sit in, and generally found privacy therein at this time of day.
The library here was magnificent in stately comfort--books in thousands, busts, old masters, m.u.f.fling Turkey carpets, a great, bright, still fire, and armchairs so big and soft that it was strange they could stand empty. She drew up one of them and sat awhile, toasting her feet and turning precious leaves--it was the interval covered by Claud's breakfast--and then set herself to the business she was supposed to be engaged in.
"Dear Francie,--I tried at half-a-dozen shops to match your Chinese satin, but nowhere could I get the exact shade. If you like I will try again when I go back to town, but if I were you I would not attempt to make it go with any modern stuff, which could not help looking crude beside it; I would have quite another material and colour. What do you stay to--"
She paused reflectively, the tip of her pen-handle between her teeth, her eyes fixed absently upon the green park beyond the open window, composing a gorgeous costume in her mind. Before she could even decide whether to advise a ball-dress with CREPE DE CHINE, or a tea-gown with Oriental cashmere, one of the noiseless library doors swung back, and a man came in. Without noticing her still figure, he strolled over to a certain shelf, opened a book that he wanted, and stood, with his back to her, turning over the leaves.
So he had not gone with the men. How horrid! And what a nuisance that he should find her here! Well, she was not going to put herself out for him. She lowered her pen softly, and began to scratch the paper, over which she bent absorbedly. He turned round. "Oh, I beg your pardon--"
"Oh, it's you, Claud! Good morning! Why, I thought you would be out with the guns this fine day."
"Fine day, do you call it? There's a wind like a knife. And you sit here with the window wide open--"
He marched towards it, and shut it with violence. It was a great gla.s.s door between stone mullions. Above it and two fellow-sheets of glittering transparency, three coats of many quarterings enriched the colour-scheme of the stately room. She watched him with the beginning of a smile upon her lips. The humour of the situation appealed to her.
"I like an open window," she remarked mildly. "If you remember, I always did."
He came towards her, looking at her gloomily, looking himself thin and grey and s.h.i.+very--but always like a prince.
"You have more flesh to keep you warm than I have," said he, quite roughly.
"Thank you!" She bridled and flushed. Her ma.s.sive figure, for a woman of her years, was perfect; but of course she was as sensitive as the well-proportioned female always is to the suspicion that she was too fat. "You have not lost the art of paying graceful compliments."
"I meant it for one," said he, replying to her scoffing tone. "You put me to shame, Deb, with your vigour and youthfulness. I know how old you are, and you don't look it by ten years. And you are a beauty still, let me tell you. It may not be a graceful compliment, but at least it is sincere. Even these girls here--"
"Nonsense about beauty--at my time of life," she broke in; but she smiled behind her frown, and forgave him his remark about her flesh.
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