Chapter 31
"Yes; they have one of the new big houses up in our part of London, and Mr. Orton is something of a connoisseur in pictures. Osmond is painting two for him now."
"Yes," said Osmond, laughing, "but now I go out armed, and escorted by a _cordon_ of sisters to keep off murderers; landscape-painting has become as risky a profession as that of newspaper-reporter at the seat of war.
I really think I ought to allow for personal risk in my prices, don't you, Fowler?"
A brisk "Halloo!" startled them all; and, looking eagerly forward, they became aware of a group gathered together at some distance ahead, at the point where the road ended, and gave way to a winding pathway among the chalk cliffs. Very picturesque and very happy they all looked--Wyn longed to coax them to stand still, and take out her sketch-book.
The wagonette stood a short way off, with two Miss Willoughbys, Miss f.a.n.n.y and Miss Emily, seated in it. Acland was unloading the provisions and handing them to Jane. Hilda, Jacqueline, and Elsa were sitting on the gra.s.sy chalk boulders, with Mr. Haldane, Claud Cranmer, Dr. Forbes, and G.o.dfrey as their escort.
As the party in the dog-cart drew near, Osmond's eyes sought out Elsa.
She was looking charming, for the aunts had taken Wyn into confidence on the subject of their niece's costume, and her white dress and shady hat left little to be desired. She and the Allonby girls had been plucking tall spires of fox-glove to keep off the annoying flies; Mr. Cranmer was arranging a big frond of diletata round Hilda's hat for coolness; and over all the lovely scene brooded the sultry grandeur of early August, and the murmur of the sea was.h.i.+ng lazily at the feet of the scorched red cliffs.
The spot selected for pic-nicking was a shelving bit of coast known as the Landslip. A large ma.s.s of soil had broken away in the middle of the seventeenth century, carrying cottages and cattle to headlong ruin. Now it lay peacefully settled down into the brink of the bay, the great scar from whence it had been torn all riddled with gull's nests. The chatter and laughter of the birds was incessant, and there was something almost weird to Wynifred in the strange "Ha-ha!" which echoed along the cliffs as the busy white wings wheeled in and out, flas.h.i.+ng in the light and disappearing.
"They are teaching the young to fly," explained Mr. Fowler. "If you came along here next week, you would find all silent as the grave."
"I am glad they are not flown yet," said Wyn. "I like their laughter, there is something uncanny about it."
Mr. Cranmer was pa.s.sing, laden with a basket.
"Characteristic of Miss Allonby! She likes something because it is uncanny!" he remarked. "Is there anything uncanny about _you_, Fowler, by any chance?"
"What has upset Cranmer?" asked Henry, arching his eyebrows.
"I don't know, really. Suppose you go and find out," said Wyn, laughing a little.
It was her greeting of him which had annoyed Claud; and Wyn was keen enough to gauge precisely the reason why it had annoyed him.
He had scarcely seen her since the evening when he and she had walked from the village to Poole together. A vivid remembrance of that walk remained in his mind, and he had been determined to meet her again in the most matter-of-fact way possible. He told himself that it would be ungentlemanly in the extreme to so much as hint at sentimental memories, when he was not in the least in love, and had no intention of becoming so. Accordingly his "How do you do, Miss Allonby?" had been the very essence of casual acquaintances.h.i.+p. Wyn, on her side, was even more anxious than he that her momentary weakness should be treated merely as a digression. She had been very angry with herself for having been so stirred; for stirred she had been, to such an unwonted extent, that Claud had been scarcely a moment out of her thoughts for two days after.
The very recollection made her angry with herself. She met him on his own ground; if his greeting was casual, hers was even more
He asked himself angrily what the girl was made of. His usually sweet temper was quite soured for the moment; impossible to help throwing a taunt behind him as he pa.s.sed her, impossible to help being furious when he perceived that the taunt had not stung at all. He looked round for Elsa Brabourne, that he might devote himself to her; but she was entirely absorbed in the occupation of finding a sheltered place for Allonby, where he might be out of the sun.
Jacqueline and young Haldane were laying the cloth together, and doing it so badly that Hilda seized it from them and dismissed them in disgrace, proceeding to lay it herself with the a.s.sistance of old Dr.
Forbes, who had fallen a hopeless victim at first sight. Jacqueline and Haldane went off, apparently quarrelling violently, down to the sh.o.r.e, and were presently to be seen in the act of fulfilling their threat of going out in a boat and getting drowned. Mr. Fowler shouted to them not to go far, as dinner would be ready at once, and hastened off to pilot dear little Miss f.a.n.n.y safely down the rocky pathway to a seat where she might enjoy her picnic in comfort. Everyone had been relieved, though n.o.body had liked to say so, when Miss Charlotte announced that picnics were not in her line.
Wyn had been bitterly disappointed that it was not possible to bring Miss Ellen; but the invalid's health was growing daily feebler, and she was now quite unequal to the exertion of the shortest drive. So Miss f.a.n.n.y, fortified by Miss Emily, had set out, with as much excitement and trepidation as if she had joined a band for the discovery of the north-west pa.s.sage; and now, clinging to Henry Fowler's arm, was carefully conducted down the perilous steps towards the place of gathering. Wyn was left standing by herself, watching with a smile the manoeuvres of Jac and Haldane in their boat below, and Claud was left with a scowl watching Wyn.
After standing silently aloof for several minutes, he went slowly up to her.
"Your brother has made wonderful progress since I left, Miss Allonby,"
he remarked, stiffly.
"Yes, hasn't he?" she said, with a smile, her eyes still fixed on the boat. "Do just look at my sister; she is trying to pull, and she is only accustomed to Thames rowing; she does not know what to do without a b.u.t.ton to her oar."
He did not look, he kept his eyes rivetted on her calm face.
"You look much better for your stay in Devons.h.i.+re, too," he said, determined to make the conversation personal.
"Yes, so the girls say. I was rather over-worked when I first came down.
How calm it is, isn't it? Hardly a wavelet. I think even I could go out without feeling unhappy to-day."
"May I take you presently? I am pretty well used to sea-rowing. My brother's place in Ireland is on the coast."
"Thanks, I should like to come; we will make up a party--Hilda and Mr.
Fowler----"
"You are determined to give me plenty of work. I suggested pulling one person--not three. There are four boats; let them take another; but perhaps you don't care to go without Mr. Fowler."
This speech approached nearer to being rude than anything she had ever heard from the courteous Claud. It made her very angry. She lifted her eyes and allowed them to meet his calmly.
"It certainly adds greatly to my pleasure to be in Mr. Fowler's society," she said very tranquilly; "he is one of the most perfect gentlemen I ever met."
"You are right, he is," said Claud, almost penitently; and just at this juncture G.o.dfrey tore by like a whirlwind, shouting out at the top of his voice,
"Dinner! Dinner! Dinner's ready! Look alive, everybody! Come and tackle the grub!"
CHAPTER XXI.
Is she wronged? To the rescue of her honor, My heart!
_Song from "Pippa Pa.s.ses."_
The dinner was a most hilarious repast. It was impossible to resist the infectious good spirits of the Allonby girls, and G.o.dfrey was duly awed and held in check by the presence of Mr. Fowler.
Elsa sat, her eyes wide open, drinking in, word by word, all this fresh thrilling life which was opening round her. Girls and their ways were becoming less and less of a mystery to her; the expression which had been so wanting was now informing all the pretty features, making her beauty a thing to be wondered at and rejoiced over by the impressionable Osmond. Dinner over, all dispersed to seek their pleasure as seemed best to them; and Mr. Fowler, who appeared to have const.i.tuted himself surety for G.o.dfrey's good behavior, ordered the boy to come out in the same boat with him. But he was not cunning enough for the spoilt child.
"Likely," remarked Master Brabourne, "that I'm going to pa.s.s the afternoon dangling from that old joker's watch-chain. Not much; no, thank you; I'd sooner be on my own hook this journey, any way; so you may whistle for me, Mr. Fowler."
After this muttered soliloquy, he at once obliterated himself, so completely, that n.o.body noticed that he was missing, and Henry embarked with Hilda Allonby and Miss Emily Willoughby, and was half-way across the bay before he remembered the tiresome child's existence. Miss f.a.n.n.y declined the perils of the deep, and stayed on sh.o.r.e; Wynifred remained with her for a few minutes, to see that she was happy and comfortable and, on turning away at last, found that there was n.o.body left for her to pair off with but Mr. Cranmer, who stood doggedly at a short distance, watching her.
"What shall we do?" he asked.
"I don't mind. What is everyone else doing?"
"Going out in boats. Are you anxious to be in the fas.h.i.+on?"
"Yes, I think so. Is there a boat left?"
"There is. Come down this way."
It rather vexed Wynifred to find herself thus appropriated. It had been her intention to steer clear of Claud, and now here he was, glued to her side for the afternoon. However, there was really no reason for disquiet; since her momentary lapse she had taken herself well in hand, and felt that she had the advantage over him by the fact of being warned.
As they slipped through the blue water, she turned her eyes to land, and there saw a sight which, for no special reason, seemed to cast a tinge of sadness over her mood. It was only Osmond and Elsa, side by side, wandering inland, slowly, and evidently in deep conversation. In a few seconds the chalk boulders would hide them from view; Wyn watched their progress wistfully, and then, suddenly withdrawing her gaze, found that of her companion fixed upon her.