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  ‘Very unlikely,’ he agreed. ‘Still more unlikely that he would have disgorged a penny of it for Tiffany’s benefit. I’ll say this for Laurie: he had her measure from the outset.’

  ‘Indeed? It would be interesting to know, then, why he has been so assiduous in his attentions to her!’

  He smiled. ‘Oh, that was to detach her from Julian! He came after the fair, but it was quite a good notion.’

  ‘Your own, in fact!’ she said, somewhat tartly. ‘I find it very hard to believe that Mr Calver takes the smallest interest in Lord Lindeth’s happiness.’

  ‘Oh, he doesn’t! He knows, however, that I do; and unless I’m much mistaken his scheme was to win my gratitude. Poor Laurie! It was some time before he realized that his labour was thrown away. Still, it kept him occupied, and did neither of them any harm.’

  ‘I think it utterly unscrupulous!’ said Miss Trent indignantly. ‘It would have done a great deal of harm if Tiffany had fallen in love with him!’

  ‘On the contrary, it might have done a great deal of good. It’s high time that young woman suffered a shake-up. To own the truth, I rather hoped she might develop just enough tendre for him to enable her to bear more easily the shock of finding that Lindeth had offered for Miss Chartley. Not for her sake, but for yours. I can readily imagine what you will be made to suffer, my poor girl!’

  She disregarded this, but asked eagerly: ‘Has he done so? Oh, I am so glad! I hope you don’t dislike it, Sir Waldo?’

  ‘Not at all. An unexceptionable girl, and will make him an admirable wife, I daresay.’

  ‘I think that too. She has as little worldly ambition as he, and quite as sweet a disposition. But his mother? Will she like it?’

  ‘No, not immediately, but she’ll come round to it. She has all the worldly ambition Julian lacks, and has lately been doing her utmost to interest him in various diamonds of the first water. However, I fancy she has begun to realize that it’s useless to try to bring him into fashion. In any event, she is by far too fond a parent to cast the least rub in the way of his happiness. Julian informs me, moreover, that Mrs Chartley is related to one of my aunt’s oldest friends. His description of this lady – unknown to me, I’m thankful to say! – wouldn’t lead one to suppose that my aunt would regard the relationship as an advantage, but he seems to think it will. As far as I remember, he said she was a regular fusty mug – but I daresay he exaggerated!’

  A ripple of laughter broke from her. ‘What a boy he is! Tell me, if you please: when did this event take place, sir?’

  ‘This morning. I had the news from him barely half-an-hour before I received Laurie’s message.’

  ‘Then I know why Tiffany ran away,’ said Miss Trent, with a despairing sigh. ‘She was at the Rectory this morning, and they must have told her. You may say she’s abominable – and, of course, very often she is! – but one can’t but pity her, poor child! So spoiled as she has been all her life, so pretty, and so much petted and admired – ! Can’t you understand what it must have meant to her, coming, as it did, after the ball last night?’

  He glanced down at her. ‘The ball last night? What happened to overset her then?’

  ‘Good God, surely you must have noticed?’ she exclaimed. ‘All those foolish boys who have been dangling after her ever since I brought her to Staples clustered round Miss Chartley – almost showed Tiffany the cold shoulder!’

  ‘No, I didn’t notice,’ he answered. ‘I was in the card-room, you know. But I can readily understand her feelings upon being shown a cold shoulder: I was shown one myself, and I assure you I am filled with compassion.’ Again he glanced down at her, his smile a little wry. ‘That, Miss Trent, is why I sought refuge in the card-room.’

  Twenty

  She turned away her face, aware of her rising colour. He said reflectively: ‘I can’t recall that I was ever so blue-devilled before.’

  She knew that it was unwise to answer him, but she was stung into saying: ‘That, Sir Waldo, is – as you would say yourself – doing it rather too brown! You do not appear to me to be suffering from any want of spirits!’

  He laughed. ‘Oh, no! Not since it occurred to me that you were blue-devilled too!’

  ‘To be thrown into a ditch is enough to blue-devil anyone!’ she retorted.

  ‘What, twice ?’ he exclaimed. ‘I had no notion that such an accident had befallen you on the way to the ball !’

  ‘It didn’t. Last night,’ she said carefully, ‘I was not feeling at all the thing. I had the headache.’

  ‘Again?’ he said, in a voice of deep concern. ‘My dear Miss Trent, I’m persuaded you should consult a physician about these recurrent headaches of yours!’

  She did her best to stifle it, but he caught the sound of the tiny choke of laughter in her throat, and said appreciatively: ‘Do you know, I think that of all your idiosyncrasies that choke you give, when you are determined not to laugh, is the one that most enchants me. I wish you will do it again!’

  Only the recollection that he must of necessity be expert in the art of seduction prevented her from complying with this request. Appalled to discover that in despite of upbringing and principles her every fibre was responsive to the Nonesuch’s wicked charm, she said, apparently addressing the ears of his leaders: ‘Sir Waldo, circumstance compelled me to accept a seat in your carriage. When I consented to go with you to Leeds, I trusted that chivalry – a sense of propriety – would prohibit you from entering again upon this subject.’

  ‘Did you?’ he said sympathetically. ‘Only to find your trust misplaced! Well, that is a great deal too bad, and one must naturally shrink from shattering illusions. At the same time – where did you pick up such a ridiculous notion?’

  The Reverend William Trent, whose mind was of a serious order, had several times warned his elder sister that too lively a sense of humour frequently led to laxity of principle. She now perceived how right he was; and wondered, in dismay, whether it was because he invariably made her laugh that instead of regarding the Nonesuch with revulsion she was obliged to struggle against the impulse to cast every scruple to the winds, and to give her life into his keeping.

  ‘What is it that troubles you, my heart?’ he asked gently, after a short pause.

  The change of tone almost overset her, but she managed to say, though faintly: ‘Nothing!’

  ‘No, don’t say that. What did I do to bring about this alteration in your sentiments? I’ve racked my brain to discover the answer – searched my memory too, but quite in vain. God knows I’m no saint, but I don’t think I’m more of a sinner than any other man. Tell me!’

  She realized from these words that they must be poles apart. She thought it would be useless to enter upon any discussion, even if she could have brought herself to broach a subject of such delicacy. She said, with as much composure as she could command: ‘Sir Waldo, pray leave this! I don’t wish to be married.’

  ‘Why not?’

  She ought to have guessed, of course, that he would disconcert her. Casting wildly in her mind for an excuse, she produced, after a betraying pause: ‘I am an educationist. No doubt it seems strange to you that I should prefer to pursue that profession, but – but so it is!’

  ‘My dear girl, so you might, with my goodwill!’

  ‘You would hardly wish your wife to be employed as a teacher in a school!’

  ‘No, certainly not, but if superintending the education of the young is your ambition I can provide you with plenty of material on which to exercise your talents,’ he said cheerfully.

  For a moment she could hardly believe her ears. She turned her head to stare at him; and then, as she saw the familiar glint in his eyes, wrath at his audacity surged up in her, and she gasped: ‘How dare you?’

  The words were no sooner uttered than she regretted them; but she had at least the satisfaction of seeing