Faro's Daughter (20 page)

Arabella pouted. ‘Oh, that is so stuffy, and I did not think you would be that! When you are married to Adrian, I shall visit you often, I warn you!’

‘Ah, then!’ said Deborah, smiling. ‘That is another matter.’

So Arabella went away, and was handed into her carriage by Mr Kennet, who told her that he for one was very sorry to think he should not see her in St. James’s Square again, since he had had the oddest feeling when he had entered the saloon that the sun had got into it.

‘It is a very sunny day,’ said Arabella demurely.

‘But the saloon looks north,’ Mr Kennet reminded her. ‘Sure, there’s no accounting for it at all!’

Arabella’s dimples peeped out. ‘It is very strange indeed,’ she agreed, as innocent as a kitten.

‘I wonder, now, do you ever walk in the Park?’ asked Kennet.

‘Why sometimes I do!’ said Arabella. ‘In the morning, with my maid.’ She paused, and added, with the naughtiest glean in her eye: ‘The most discreet creature!’

He was still holding her tiny, gloved hand in his, and he pinched one of her fingers, and said, chuckling: ‘Miss Ravenscar, you’re the prettiest rogue I’ve clapped eyes on this many a day! It will be a queer thing, so it will, if we do not meet in the Park, one of these fine days.’

‘Oh, do you walk there too?’ asked Arabella ingenuously. ‘Then I daresay we shall meet—one of these fine days!’

She withdrew her hand, and Mr Kennet laughed, and signaled to the coachman to drive on.

Mr Ravenscar, meanwhile, in happy ignorance of his half sister’s activities, had received another letter from St James’ Square, written in the same sloping characters as the first, but in far more agitated language. The letter hinted at unforeseen complications, held out a vague hope of capitulation, but ex pressed a desire on the part of the writer to meet him for the purpose of explaining the awkwardness of the situation. Mr Kennet, improvising freely in the guise of Miss Grantham wrote that it was imperative that Lady Bellingham should, know nothing either of this correspondence or of the propose negotiations, and desired Mr Ravenscar to be so obliging a to reply under cover to Mr Lucius Kennet, at 66 Jermyn Street.

Mr Ravenscar found himself at a loss to understand either the mysterious references in the letter, or the need for discussion of his ultimatum, and wrote, as requested, to say. This brought forth a distracted note, the gist of which left him with the impression that Lady Bellingham, and not Miss Grantham, was the prime mover in the plot, to entrap Lord Mablethorpe; and indicated a fear of her aunt on Miss Grantham’s part which would have astonished both ladies, had the been privileged to see this remarkable letter. It ended by begging Mr Ravenscar to do Miss Grantham the favour of meeting her at a rendezvous in the Park, on Wednesday afternoon at dusk, when she engaged herself to explain fully to him how matters stood, and to do what lay in her power to comply wit his wishes.

Mr Ravenscar, being almost wholly unacquainted with Lady Bellingham, saw nothing incredible in the suggestion that he niece might be acting under her compulsion. He was even conscious of a faint feeling of satisfaction, and was not entirely averse from meeting Miss Grantham again. Mr Kennet, accordingly, was gratified to receive, on the following day, a brief intimation from Mr Ravenscar that he would present himself at the rendezvous.

Silas Wantage, informed of the success of a strategem which had had his full support, grunted, and said that Mr Kennet might leave the rest to him.

‘My good man, Ravenscar’s no Jessamy!’ Kennet said impatiently. ‘He boxes with Mendoza!’

‘Handy with his fives, is he?’ said Silas. ‘I thought when he walked in here that night as how he’d strip to advantage. Well, it’ll suit me fine to have a turn-up with him. I haven’t had a good set-to since I don’t know when.’

‘Understand, Silas, this is no sporting event!’ said Kennet. ‘Miss Deborah wants Ravenscar delivered to her without commotion. There will be no turn-up.’

Mr Wantage seemed dissatisfied with this ruling, and shook his head disapprovingly at Lucius Kennet’s plan of clubbing the victim into insensibility. But when it had, been shown to him that an impromptu turn-up in the Park, even at dusk and in a little-frequented locality, could scarcely fail to attract attention, he yielded the point, and promised to assist Kennet to accomplish the business with the least possible amount of uproar.

Lady Bellingham’s thoughts were diverted upon Wednesday afternoon by the arrival from Kent of Mr Christopher Grantham, in all the glory of his scarlet regimentals.

Kit Grantham was three years younger than his sister. He was a pleasant-looking young man, fairer than Deborah, and without her brilliance of eye. From the circumstance of his having been granted every indulgence by his doting aunt, he had grown up to be rather spoilt, and not much inclined to consider the wishes of other people, but this selfishness arose more from thoughtlessness than from any badness of disposition, and he was in general very well-liked, having amiable manners, a good seat on a horse, and an open-handed nature which led him to spend a great deal of money in the sort of hospitality appreciated by his friends in the regiment.

He had not been to London on leave for above a year, so that his aunt and sister were delighted to see him, and could not fail to notice many changes in him, due to his advancing years. They hung about him in the fondest way, and found him all that a young officer should be. He was glad to be with them again, kissed them both most affectionately, and did his best to answer all their eager questions. But Deborah’s asking him if he were happy in his career, and liked the other officers in the 14th, recalled to his mind its most pressing preoccupation, and he immediately adverted to the desirability of his exchanging into a cavalry regiment.

Deborah said at once that he must put such an idea out of his head, since the cost of it would be too great.

‘Oh, but it would not be above eight hundred pounds, and very likely less, with the exchange money!’ Kit assured her. ‘I have a particular reason for wishing to be in a better regiment. You know, it is shabby work to be in a Line regiment, Deb! Only think how well a Hussar uniform would become your only brother!’

Miss Grantham, however, was impervious to his cajolery, and replied: ‘Indeed, Kit, it would be impossible! Poor Aunt Lizzie has had such losses lately that you would not wish her to be put to extra expense on your account.’

‘Oh no. But you are bound to come about again, ma’am, I am persuaded! You would like to see me in a pelisse and silver lace, now, wouldn’t you?’

‘Yes, but I do not know how it may be managed, dearest,’ said Lady Bellingham, looking very much distressed. ‘You have no idea what a charge this house is upon me! And now here is—’ She broke off, as she encountered a warning glance from her niece, and said hurriedly: ‘But that we shall say nothing about! We will talk of it later, Kit.’

‘But you are living in such famous style here!’ he said, looking about him critically. ‘I never saw anything to equal it. It must have cost a fortune to furnish this house!’

‘Well, that is just it,’ replied his aunt. ‘It did cost a fortune, not that it is paid for yet, because no one could possibly pay such bills as the wretched people are for ever dunning me with, but the thing is that everyone wants to run upon tick nowadays, and the times are so bad I declare it is a rarity to see a rouleau of as much as twenty guineas! And the E.O. table does not answer as well as we had hoped, besides being not quite the style of thing I like to have in my house.’

‘An E.O. table!’ he repeated, in astonished accents. ‘My dear ma’am, you do not have that here, surely?’

‘Why not?’ asked his sister, in rather a hard voice. ‘This is a gaming-house, Kit.’

He stirred uneasily in his chair, and began to talk about private parties.

‘Oh, we send out cards of invitation, but we turn no one away from our door who has a few guineas to risk at the tables!’ Deborah said.

It was evident that he could not like this, but as he stood a little in awe of his sister he did not say much until she had left the room. He turned then to Lady Bellingham, and desired her to tell him what could have possessed her to change the character of her evening-parties.

It had been agreed between Deborah and Lady Bellingham that nothing should be told Kit about the mortgage on the house, or Mr Ravenscar’s threats to foreclose, but her ladyship divulged the rest of the story, not omitting the scandalous bill for green peas, or the inclusion in the household of Phoebe Laxton. Kit was quite bewildered, and had the greatest difficulty in unravelling the story. His sense of propriety, offended at the outset by the discovery that his aunt’s select card-parties had sadly deteriorated, was still more severely tried by the knowledge that an attempt had been made to bribe his sister into relinquishing her claims to Lord Mablethorpe’s title and fortune; but he said, in a fair-minded way, that if she had been allowed for the past year to preside over the saloons of what had become no better than a common gaming-house, he was not at all surprised, and could not blame Mablethorpe’s relations for misliking the connexion.

Lady Bellingham wept, and never thought of telling him that his own expensive habits had had much to do in making it necessary for her to turn her home into a gaming-house. She said that it was all very unlucky, but indeed she had not known where to turn for money to pay the tradesmen. As for Deb, if only she could be brought to marry Mablethorpe, there would be no harm done, but, on the contrary, a great deal of good. ‘For she met him at the faro-table, you know, Kit, and even if he is a little young for her, it would be a splendid match!’

‘I cannot think what can possess her to refuse such an eligible offer!’ exclaimed Mr Grantham. ‘Particularly now, when it would mean everything to me to have my sister in a position of consequence! However, she knows nothing of that yet, and I daresay she will change her mind when I tell her.’

‘Tell her what, dear boy?’ asked his aunt, drying her eyes. ‘I assure you, she will listen to no one! Indeed, I think she has taken leave of her senses!’

Mr Grantham coloured, stammered, and then said in a self-conscious voice: ‘The fact is, ma’am, I expect—that is, I hope—I believe I may say that I have every reason to think that—t—in short, aunt, I am in the expectation of being married herself shortly. You will recall that I mentioned the subject to you in a letter.’

‘Oh, yes!’ said her ladyship, sighing. ‘But Deb says she cannot possibly be meaning to get married yet, and indeed Kit, you are very young to be thinking of such a thing!’

‘Deb is a great deal too busy!’ said Kit, affronted. ‘She never been in love, so I may not be either! But if you could only see her, aunt!’

‘But I do see her!’ objected her ladyship. ‘What can you thinking of, Kit?’

‘Not Deb! Arabella!’ said Mr Grantham, pronouncing name in a reverent tone.

‘Oh!’ said his aunt. ‘But it will cost you far more to be married than if you were to stay single, dearest. You can have notion what housekeeping bills are like! Only fancy! Seven pounds for green peas!’

‘Well, as to that,’ said Mr Grantham, reddening still more. ‘Arabella is quite an heiress. Not that I mean to live upon fortune, which is one reason why I should like to exchange ma’am. But she comes of one of the best families, and all hinges upon my being found acceptable by her guardian. It would above anything great if Deb were to become Lady Mablethorpe! Only think what a difference it would make.’

‘Very true, my dear, but you will never prevail with him,’ said his aunt gloomily. ‘It would make a great difference too.’

‘And instead of this,’ pursued Mr Grantham, with a strong sense of injury, ‘I find that this house has become little more than a gaming-hell! Nothing could be more unfortunate! I think you should have been more careful, ma’am!’

Lady Bellingham was quite crushed by this severity, but could not feel that Kit had entirely grasped the exigencies of her situation. She tried, in a half-hearted way, to make him understand how difficult it was for a widow with expensive tastes and a nephew and a niece dependent upon her to live a restricted income, but as his mind seemed to be all wholly taken up with his own problems, it was doubtful if attended to much that she said. At the first pause in her rambling explanation, he favoured her with a description of Arabella’s manifold charms, and expressed his conviction that if anything were to stand between him and marriage to his lady, he should find himself unable to support life, and might just as well blow his brains out and be done with it.

Lady Bellingham was horrified to hear such sentiments on his lips, and begged him to consider her nerves. His sister, when the conversation was reported to her, merely replied that she had listened to much the same stuff from Lord Mablethorpe, who was now falling in love with Phoebe as fast as he could.

‘But Kit is so impulsive!’ sighed Lady Bellingham. ‘I must say, it would be a splendid thing if he were to marry an heiress, my love, and I am very sorry if anything I have done should put a spoke in his wheel.’

‘How dare Kit say such a thing to you?’ exclaimed Deborah. ‘I never heard of anything so ungrateful in my life! If he talks in that vein to me, he shall soon hear what I think of his folly! As for his marrying an heiress, pooh! It will come to nothing, ma’am, for he has been in love a dozen times before, and will doubtless be in love a dozen times again. Who is the girl?’

‘Oh, I don’t know! He did not tell me, and I was too distracted to ask! My dearest love, he is not at all pleased with us for keeping a gaming-house, and what he will say if he hears of the mortgage, and that horrid man’s foreclosing on me, I shudder to think!’