Chapter 30
"My dear coz," whispered Claude, placing an arm round her, "I shall never understand you."
"There isn't much of me, Claude. It oughtn't to take you long."
"But it does," said Claude playfully. "I never know when you are serious and when you are teasing. I have not the most remote idea of what you mean now."
"Then I'll tell you. He's in love."
"Who is?"
"Mr Trevithick."
"Mary!"
"There you go. No: not with you. Of course, it would be quite natural if the great big fellow, coming here every now and then, had fallen in love with his client's beautiful daughter. But the foolish goose has fallen in love with some one else."
"Mary, dear, how do you know? With whom?"
"Ah! Of course, you would never guess--with poor Mary Dillon."
"Oh, Mary, darling! But has he really told you so?"
"I should like to see him dare."
"Yes," said Claude quietly; "I suppose that is what most girls would like."
"Don't, Claude dearest; pray don't. My sedate and lovely cousin trying to make jokes. Oh! this is too delicious. But it won't do, Claudie; it is not in your way at all. I am a natural, born female jester--a sort of Josephine Miller; but--you! oh, it is too ridiculous."
"Now, tell me seriously, what does this mean?" said Claude, taking the girl's hands.
"What I told you, darling. Big, clever, serious Mr Trevithick, the learned lawyer, is in love--with me."
"Mary, you must be serious now. But how do you know?"
"How do I know?" cried Mary, with a curl of the lip. "How does a woman know when a man loves her?"
"By his telling her so, I suppose; and you say Mr Trevithick has not told you."
"Didn't you know Chris Lisle loved you before he dared to tell--I mean, to give you instructions in the art of catching salmon?"
Claude was silent.
"No, of course you did not, dear," said Mary mockingly. "As if it was not only too easy to tell."
"But, Mary dear, this is too serious to trifle about. You have not given him any encouragement?"
"Only been as
"But how has he shown it?"
"Lots of ways. Held my poor little tiny hand in his great big ugly paw, where it looked like a splash of cream in a trencher, and forgot to let it go when he was talking to me; looked down at me as if he were hungry, and I was something good to eat--like an ogre who wanted to pick my bones; sighed like the wind in Logan cave, and when I dragged my hand away, all crushed and crumpled up, and without a bit of feeling left in it, he begged my pardon, and looked ashamed of himself."
"And what did you say?"
"I? I said, 'Oh!'"
"That all?"
"No; I said, 'you've quite spoiled that hand, Mr Trevithick,' and then the monster looked frightened of me."
"I am very sorry--no, very glad, Mary," said Claude thoughtfully, and looking her surprise.
"Which, dear?"
There was a tap at the door, and Sarah Woodham entered.
"Master wished me to tell you that Mr Trevithick will not stay for dinner, Miss Claude, and said would you come down."
"Directly, Sarah," said Claude, rising. "You will not come, Mary?" she whispered.
"Indeed, but I shall."
"Mary, dear," protested her cousin.
"Why, if I stop away the monster will think all sort of things; that I care for him, that he has impressed me favourably, that I have gone to my room to dream. No, my dear coz, there are some things which must be nipped in the bud, and this is one of them. It is his whim--his maggot.
Oh, Claude, he is six feet two. What a huge maggot to nip."
They were already part of the way down, to find Gartram and his great legal man of business standing in the hall.
"Better alter your mind, Trevithick, and have a chop with us. Try and persuade him, Claude."
"We shall be extremely glad, Mr Trevithick," said Claude; but her words did not sound warm, and her father looked at her as if surprised.
"I am greatly obliged, but I must get back to town," said their visitor; and he spoke in a heavy, bashful way, and looked at Mary as if expecting her to speak, but she did not even glance at him.
"Well," said Gartram, "if you must, you must."
The big lawyer looked at Claude again in a disappointed way, and his eyes seemed to say, "Coax me a little more."
But Claude felt pained as she glanced from one to the other, for there was something too incongruous in the idea of those two becoming engaged, for her to wish to aid the matter in the slightest way, and she held out her hand for the parting.
"I suppose it will be three months before we see you again, Mr Trevithick," she said.
"Yes, Miss Gartram, three months; unless," he added hastily, "Mr Gartram should summon me before."
"No fear, Trevithick; four days a year devoted to legal matters are quite enough for me."
"We none of us know, Mr Gartram," said the big man solemnly.
"Good-day, Miss Gartram; good-day, Miss Dillon," and he shook hands with both slowly, as if unwillingly, before he strode away.