Cousin Kate (17 page)

CHAPTER IX

Kate was so much shaken by her gruesome experience that it was some time before she could compose herself; but after half an hour her limbs ceased to tremble, and she was able to drag her mind from the slain rabbit. She had felt at first that she could not bear to go down to dinner, but a period of calm reflection restored her to her usual good sense. Whatever excuses Dr Delabole might make for her, her absence from the dinner-table must inevitably bring Lady Broome to her room, and Lady Broome, she knew, would ask shrewd questions. She had little appetite, but still less did she want to talk about what she had seen.

She was agreeably surprised when she entered the Long Drawing - room to find that Torquil had apparently recovered from his sulks, and was in high good humour, talking with remarkable affability to his mother. Kate had expected to be told that he was laid low with a headache, for this was in general the sequel to one of his bursts of temper; but in the event it was Sir Timothy who was the absentee. After slamming the door on Dr Delabole, it seemed that Torquil had cast himself on his bed, and had fallen into a deep, natural sleep, which had wonderfully refreshed him. His brow was unclouded; his eyes were neither overbright, nor heavy with drowsiness; and there was a delicate colour in his cheeks. He looked to be in a state of purring content, and so well-disposed towards his fellow-men that instead of resenting the doctor's intrusions into his conversation with Lady Broome he invited them, calling upon Delabole to support him on a disputed point. He seemed to have banished from his mind his quarrel with Kate; and when Pennymore came to announce that dinner was served, and Lady Broome rose from her chair, he exclaimed: 'But where is Philip? Shall we not wait for him?'

'No, we are a sadly diminished party tonight,' responded Lady Broome, disposing her shawl about her shoulders. 'Philip is dining at Freshford House.'

'Oh,
no
!' protested Torquil. 'Why didn't anyone tell me? I wanted to have my revenge on him!'

'As Philip didn't see fit to inform me of his intention until noon, and you have been sound asleep for hours, there was no opportunity to tell you of it,' said Lady Broome composedly. 'You will be obliged to revenge yourself on Kate instead.'

'That would be no
revenge
, madam!' he objected. 'I can give Kate thirty, and beat her every time!' He threw a challenging look at Kate, and laughed. 'Can't I, coz?'

'At billiards you can,' she agreed. 'I notice, however, that you dare not challenge me to a rubber of piquet!'

'No, no, I hate cards! I'll tell you what, though! I'll challenge you to a game of Fox and Geese!'

'Why, what's that?' she asked.

'Oh, it's a famous game! Don't you know it? I was used to play it with Philip, when I was in the schoolroom, but from some cause or another I gave it up - I daresay it got to be a bore. You have a board, with seventeen geese and one fox, and the game is for the geese to entrap the fox, and for the fox to seize as many geese as he can, so that he can't be caught. Mama, where is the board. Don't tell me it was thrown away!'

'My dear, I don't know what became of it!'

Fortunately, since he showed signs of falling into a pet, Kate recollected that she had seen a board, marked in the shape of a cross, in the cabinet that contained the chess and the backgammon boards, and was able to unearth it. When she held it up for his inspection, inquiring: 'Is this it?' he exclaimed delightedly: 'Yes, that's it! If you can't find the pieces, we can use draughts - though it would be a pity not to play with the set Philip made for one of my birthdays! He carved them out of wood, and painted them: white geese, and a red fox, carrying his brush high! One of the geese had the most comical expression, and two of them were shockingly lop-sided. Let me look!'

He fell on his knees in front of the cabinet, and began to pull out the various boxes it contained; but Lady Broome intervened, saying: 'After dinner, my son!'

'Yes, very well! but I must find the pieces first!' he said.

'No, you must
not I'
said Kate firmly, pulling him to his feet. 'I know how it would be, if you did find them! You would begin to teach me how to play, and the end of it would be that I shouldn't get any dinner at all! Come along!'

She smiled at him as she spoke, and gave his hand a coaxing squeeze. This had the effect of banishing the mutinous look from his face. He smiled back at her, a brilliant light in his eyes, and raised her hand to his lips, holding it in an uncomfortably strong grip, and said: 'To please you, coz, anything!'

'I'm much obliged to you, Torquil,' she said, in a prosaic voice, and disengaging herself, 'but there's no need for these heroics! You should rather please your mama, who is being kept waiting for her dinner!'

He flushed, and for a moment looked as if he would fly into a miff; but after biting his lip, he cast her a sidelong glance, and burst out laughing. He was still giggling when they reached the dining-room, in a childish way which Kate found exasperating, but he stopped when Lady Broome spoke to Kate, asking her if she had seen how well the roses had stood up against the storm, and said suddenly: 'I'm hungry! What's in that tureen, Mama?'

'Calves' feet and asparagus,' she replied.

'Oh, good! I like that!' he said.

Since it was seldom that he took any interest in what he ate, Kate was mildly surprised, and still more surprised when instead of eating a few mouthfuls, pushing the rest about on his plate, and complaining that it was unfit to eat, he ate his portion with avidity, and demanded some of the beef which Dr Delabole was carving. Kate, who was finding it difficult to swallow, and could only by the exercise of will-power subdue her nausea, was obliged to avert her eyes from the blood oozing from the sirloin; but Torquil pronounced it to be roasted to a turn, and - rather greedily, she thought -applied himself to it with zest.

'Your long sleep has given you an appetite!' said the doctor playfully.

'Did I sleep for a long time? I don't remember.'

'Indeed you did! Badger was hard put to it to rouse you!'

'Oh, I remember
thatl
I woke up to find him shaking me, and very nearly came to cuffs with him for interrupting my dream!'

'What were you dreaming about?' asked Kate. 'It must have been something very agreeable! I find that whenever I have a very vivid dream I am only too thankful to wake up from it!'

'I don't know! The devil of it is that it slipped away! But I do know it was agreeable!' There was a general laugh, which made him look round challengingly, a spark of anger in his eyes.

'How can you know that, if it slipped away from you, my son?' asked his mother.

He considered this, and then laughed reluctantly. 'Oh, it does seem absurd, doesn't it? But I do know, though I can't tell how, Kate!
You
understand, don't you?'

'Perfectly!' she assured him. 'I don't even remember my bad dreams, but I know when I've had one!'

'Do
you
have bad dreams?' he said, turning his head to look searchingly at her.

'Uncomfortable ones, now and then,' she acknowledged.

'But not shocking nightmares? Things which haunt you - make you wake in a sweat of terror?'

'No, thank God! Only very occasionally!'

'I do,' he said earnestly. 'Sometimes I dream that I'm running from a terrible monster. Running, running, with weights on my feet!—It hasn't caught me yet, but I think that one day it will. And sometimes I dream that I've done something dreadful, and that's—'

'For heaven's sake, stop, Torquil!' exclaimed Lady Broome. 'You are making my blood run cold!' She gave an exaggerated shudder, and added, in a tone of affectionate chiding:

'Detestable boy! Next you will be telling us ghost stories, and we shall none of us dare to go upstairs to bed! You know, Kate, a ghost is the one thing we lack at Staplewood! It was a sad disappointment to me when Sir Timothy brought me here as a bride, for in those days I was a romantic; but I understand that the owners of haunted houses find it impossible to induce their servants to remain with them, so I've learnt to be thankful that no ghost wanders about Staplewood, and no invisible coach drives up to our door in the middle of the night, as a warning that the head of the house is about to die!'

'Yes, indeed, my lady, and so you may be!' said the doctor. 'That puts me in mind of a strange occurrence which befell me many years ago, when I was sojourning in Derbyshire.'

Torquil muttered: 'O God!' but Lady Broome invited the doctor to continue, and cast a quelling look at her son, which made him give a smothered giggle.

By the time the doctor had come to the end of his anecdote, the second course had been set on the table, and Torquil was pressing Kate, in dumb show, to eat a cheesecake. She shook her head, whereupon he exclaimed, interrupting the doctor, that she must be ill, since she had eaten almost nothing; and she said in a hurry that she would have a little of the jelly. 'But
are
you ill?' he asked anxiously.

'No, no! Just - just not hungry!' she assured him, touched by his solicitude.

He smiled engagingly upon her. 'Oh, I'm so happy to hear you say so! I was afraid you meant to cry off from our game!' he said ingenuously.

She choked, but managed to gasp: 'Not at all!'

Lady Broome came to her rescue, reproving Torquil for breaking in so rudely on the doctor's story. 'And let me tell you, my son, that to draw attention to Kate's loss of appetite is even more uncivil! She is feeling the heat, as I am myself - but I notice you don't remark on
my
loss of appetite! Dear child, if you have finished, shall we go upstairs?'

Kate had not finished, but she thankfully abandoned the jelly, and followed her ladyship from the room. On their way up the Grand Stairway, Lady Broome said: 'Dr Delabole informs me that you had an unpleasant experience this afternoon, in the wood. Very disagreeable, and it is no wonder that it made you feel squeamish, but it doesn't do to refine too much upon such things, my love. People who live in the country are for ever killing something! There is really very little difference between the unlettered yokel who sets snares for rabbits, and the gentleman who shoots pheasants, except that one is a poacher, of course. I must tell the head-keeper to be on the watch.'

Kate returned no answer. She could only suppose that Dr Delabole had not revealed the gruesome details to her aunt; and, recalling his advice to her not to mention the episode, she thought that this was very probable: Lady Broome could scarcely have dismissed the matter so coolly had she known the full sum of it, nor could she have expected Kate to banish it from her mind. But when they reached the Long Drawing- room again, she recommended Kate to prosecute a search for the missing fox and geese, saying, with an expressive smile: 'We shall have no peace unless they are found! The game might quite as well be played with draughts, but you know what Torquil is, once he takes an idea into his head!'

Fortunately, Kate discovered the pieces in a box at the back of the cabinet; and by the time Torquil and Dr Delabole came into the room, she had set the board out on a small table, and was arranging the geese on it. Torquil cried delightedly: 'Oh, you've found them! Capital! But that's not the way to set them out, coz! I'll show you!'

She was very willing to learn the game, but had it not been for Dr Delabole, who drew up a chair at her elbow, and quietly instructed her, she must have been hopelessly bewildered by Torquil's exposition. The rules of the game were simple, but the play called for some skill. Having been beaten twice, in the least possible number of moves, she began to master the tactics, and was soon forcing Torquil to exercise his considerable ingenuity to win. When the tea-tray was brought in, and Lady Broome called a halt, she would have put the pieces away, but Torquil begged for just one more game, and she readily agreed - subject to Lady Broome's approval. It was the gayest evening of any she had yet spent at Staplewood.

Lady Broome said: 'Very well, but come and drink your tea first, both of you! I am persuaded that you at least must be in need of it, Kate! Such squeaks of dismay as you've been uttering, and such crows of triumph!'

'Oh, I do beg your pardon, ma'am. Have ,we been very noisy?' Kate said penitently. 'It is the most ridiculous game, but excessively exciting! When I find the fox about to pounce on one of my geese, I can't help but squeak! But as for crowing, that was Torquil, and very unhandsome it was of him!
I
had no occasion to crow!'

'Oh, what a bouncer!' mocked Torquil. 'You cornered me once, and if that wasn't a crow that you gave I never heard one!'

'Well, it's my turn to be the fox this time,' said Kate merrily. 'And your turn to squeak! See if I don't snap up your geese!'

The final game was prolonged; Torquil won it, and said virtuously: 'Observe that I'm not crowing, coz!'

She laughed. 'That's worse! Gracious, how exhausted I am!'

Dr Delabole took her wrist, and shook his head solemnly: 'A tumultuous pulse!' he pronounced. 'I shall prescribe warm tar-water-excellent for a fever!'

'Ugh!' shuddered Kate. 'It sounds horrid!'

'
All
medicines are horrid!' stated Torquil.

'Very true,' agreed Lady Broome, casting a cloth over her embroidery frame, and rising to her feet. 'However, I hardly think we shall have to dose Kate with tar-water, or anything else! My dear, if you are ready, shall we go up to bed? It is growing late.'