Friday’s Child

Chapter Twenty-Two

LORD WROTHAM HAD ARRIVED IN BATH A DAY ahead of Sherry, and had stayed only to remove the travel stains from his person at the White Hart before repairing to Upper Camden Place. He was out of luck, the day being Wednesday, and Lady Saltash and her young friend having gone to attend the weekly concert at the New Assembly Rooms. George was obliged to wait until the following morning before delivering his warning to Hero. He found her at home then, winding wool for her hostess, and as soon as he was announced, she flew up out of her chair, and ran forward to greet him, with both her hands held out, and such an expression of joy in her face that Lady Saltash raised her brows a trifle. But Lady Saltash was shrewd enough to perceive that the welcome bestowed on this handsome young blood was sisterly in its nature, and she condescended to allow George to kiss her gnarled hand, and lost no time in putting him in his place, by recalling under what circumstances she had last met his Mama, how she had been an intimate friend of one of his more formidable aunts, and what she had said to his father when that deceased gentleman had scandalized his well-wishers by mortgaging his estates. She ended by drawing a vivid word picture of himself at his christening, and in this masterly fashion contrived to make that dangerous and dashing blade feel much younger and less important than he had done for years.

“But, George, what brings you here?” asked Hero, smiling mischievously up at him. “It is not at all the sort of place for you! They do not allow hazard in the Rooms, you know, and nobody waltzes, so how will you go on?”

“I know: deuced slow place!” George agreed. “But I did not come for that! Kitten — Lady Sheringham, I mean” — he corrected himself, a guilty eye on Lady Saltash.

“No, no, don’t call me that! I am known as Miss Wantage here, but please call me Kitten! It seems so long since anyone did!” Hero said, a catch in her voice.

He pressed her hand in a very feeling manner. “But you are well? You are tolerably comfortable?”

“Yes, indeed! Dear Lady Saltash has been so kind! But you have not told me why you are here?”

“Kitten, it’s the deuce of a coil, and I did not know what you would wish me to do! Gil must needs go off to Melton, just when he was most wanted, and there was no sense in consulting Ferdy.”

“George, nothing has happened to Sherry?” Hero cried.

“No, nothing. But he is even now upon his way here!”

Such a light sprang to her eyes, such a vivid colour into her cheeks that if he could have brought Sherry into her presence there and then he would have done it. “To — find — me, George?” she faltered, looking beseechingly at him.

He was obliged to shake his head. There was a long silence. Hero broke it. “No. I quite see. But — but it seems very odd of Sherry to be coming here, if it is not for that, because he cannot bear Bath.”

“The thing is,” said George, roughly, to conceal his overflowing sympathy, “that the dowager has taken a fancy to drink the waters, and nothing would do for her but that Sherry must escort her. She brings Miss Milborne with her.”

“She brings — Oh!” Hero said numbly. “That is why Sherry — Yes, I see. It — it was very kind in you to come to warn me, dear George.”

He stretched out his hand, and possessed himself of one of hers. “Kitten, there was no use in my trying to keep it from you! God knows I — But I do not believe he cares a button for the Incomparable! He has not shown a sign of it in all these weeks! I own, when I heard that he had consented to come here I was instantly suspicious, and I taxed him with meaning to have a touch at her again. He denied it immediately: bade me remember he was a married man; assured me he had no notion of making love to her. For as soon as I knew Miss Milborne was to bear Lady Sheringham company I offered to take Sherry’s place as their escort. He would not consent to it, but — ”

“Was he so very set on going with them?” Hero asked wistfully.

He hesitated. “I hardly know — Dash it, yes! There was no moving him. But it may well have been as he said: his mother would not have consented to the alteration.”

“I don’t think Sherry would have listened to Lady Sheringham if he had not himself wished to go in her party,” Hero said. “You see, George, I know Sherry very well. And I know, of course, that if only he could divorce me Lady Sheringham would do all that lay in her power to marry him to Isabella.”

“It is very true, but I do not believe it of Sherry. Dash it, Kitten, had he had such a notion he would not have stopped me on Piccadilly, which he did, only to tell me that Miss Milborne was coming to Bath. Yes, by Jove, and he as good as told me also that it was I who had engaged her affections — for you must know that Mrs Milborne’s story was true: Severn did offer, and was rejected!”

“Oh, George, I am so happy to hear that!” Hero said impulsively. “If only the rest may be true! But why should Sherry come here, if you are right? You see, it is as I told you, the night I ran away: it was Isabella he really wished to make his wife, and he took me only because she would not accept him, and his mother had put him in a passion. I do not think he loves Isabella very much, but perhaps he is tired of — of everything, and willing to oblige Lady Sheringham.”

“I do not know: I am not in his confidence. When you first left him, there was no coming near him. He was never at home: spent his time looking for you all over the country. But lately he has been kicking up every kind of lark, as though — Not that that signifies! Plenty of people would tell you I have been doing the same thing myself, and the lord knows I had no pleasure in it! But what am I to do, Kitten? Do you wish him to know that you are here? I own I should be glad to be able to make a clean breast of the business to him, for I have not liked my part in it above half!”

“Oh, no, George, I beg you will not! If he is beginning to forget me — if he should not be pleased to know that I was here — I could not bear it! For he would feel himself bound to take me back, and I am not going to go back, unless — But why do we talk like this? He does not come to Bath for my sake, but for Isabella’s, and you know it as well as I do, George!”

“If I thought that — !” he said broodingly, his hand clenching on his knee.

“It does not appear to me,” interposed Lady Saltash dryly, “that either of you knows anything! Let me beg of you, my love, not to put yourself in a taking before ever that husband of yours has reached Bath! As for you, Wrotham — for I do not mean to stand upon ceremony with you! — you may escort us to the Pump Room, if you will be so obliging. I fancy the barouche is at the door already.”

George expressed his willingness to be of service, took the front seat in the carriage, facing the ladies, and behaved in a very docile way until the arrival on the scene of Mr Tarleton, who came up to them in the Pump Room, and greeted Hero with so much the air of a friend of long standing that George’s hackles rose instinctively. Hero made both gentlemen known to each other, and took the opportunity to whisper to Mr Tarleton, when George went to procure her second glass of the famous water for Lady Saltash, that this was none other than the fire-eater she had told him about. Mr Tarleton, who had a lively sense of humour, was immensely entertained, and he thanked Hero for her warning, and said that he would take good care not to incense so dangerous a young man. George, who had been keeping such a vicariously jealous eye upon Hero that he made himself very unpopular by forgetting to tip the pumper, soon rejoined them.

Closer scrutiny of Mr Tarleton informed him that this pleasant person was no longer in his first youth, and he unbent a little towards him. For his part, Mr Tarleton, quite as suspicious as George, but better able to hide it, could not detect in his manner towards Hero any trace of the lover. Lady Saltash, seated at a little distance, observed the trio with cynical enjoyment. Just such a situation as her mischievous nature delighted in appeared to be brewing.

When she and Hero were once more seated in the barouche, taking a turn about the town before going back to Camden Place, she said with the forthrightness which made her rather disconcerting: “Now, my love, I should be glad if you will inform me what you mean to do next?”

Hero shook her head helplessly.

“You don’t know. Nothing could be more disastrous! But perhaps you know whether or not you are willing tamely to relinquish your husband to this Beauty I hear so much about?”

Hero turned her face away, and stared blindly out of the window. “Oh, ma’am, pray do not ask me! I have — I have such wicked thoughts of poor Isabella!”

“Excellent! I am happy to perceive that there is some spirit in you! Well, let me tell you, my child, that if you mean to make a push to keep Anthony you should show yourself very well able to do without him. Do not be making sheep’s eyes at him, and begging his pardon for having taken exception to his overbearing ways! You are the injured one, remember! and — ”

“No, ma’am, indeed I am not!” Hero said earnestly. “It was all my fault for being so — ”

“Do not interrupt me! I repeat, it is you who are injured, and if you ever hope to have the mastery over Anthony — ”

“But, ma’am, you are quite mistaken!” Hero assured her. “I never thought of such a thing! I only want to make him happy, and not to be such a tiresome wife!”

“You are besotted!” said her ladyship. “I have a very good mind to wash my hands of you! Only want to make him happy indeed! Yes! And if it would make him happy to divorce you and marry this Milborne chit, you will help him to do it, I dare say!”

Hero thought this over. “No, I won’t!” she said suddenly. “If Isabella loved Sherry, I would try my best not to be selfish, but she doesn’t love him, and if she is encouraging him now to follow her about in this odious way, it is just because Severn did not come up to scratch, whatever she may have told Sherry! And I know all the gentlemen who would like to marry Isabella, and Sherry is by far the most eligible, now that Severn is out of the running — or he would be, if I did not exist — and he shall not be sacrificed to Isabella’s horrid ambition!”

Lady Saltash’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Now you are beginning to talk like a sensible woman!” she said. “And pray how do you mean to rescue him from this designing beauty’s toils?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Hero confessed. “Of course, if I were to return to Sherry, she couldn’t marry him, could she? But I do not at all know that he wants me: in fact, I have a great fear that he does not; and so that would not make him happy in the least. And, oh, dear, ma’am, when I recall how lovely Isabella is, besides being an heiress, and so well-bred, and never doing the wrong thing, and in every respect all that a wife should be, I can’t conceive how Sherry’s affections could fail to reanimate towards her!”

“It is my belief,” responded her ladyship calmly, “that Sherry never had the smallest real affection for her. Very pretty all this talk of his having married you in a fit of pique! I am reading of such things for ever in trashy novels, but in all the course of my life I have not yet observed it to happen! A man whose affections had been seriously engaged would not have relinquished his suit as easily as Sherry seems to have done, my dear, depend upon it! The truth is that he was not in love with either of you. What his sentiments may now be I do not pretend to say, but it is in the nature of nine men out of ten that what may be theirs for the picking up they are much inclined to despise, and what seems to be out of reach they instantly and fervently desire. Now, you do not know whether Anthony loves you or not, and very likely he does not know either. Drop into his hands like a ripe plum, and I dare say you may never know, for I do him the justice to assume that he would receive you again with a good grace. He was never a bad-natured boy: indeed, I used to think he had a great deal of sweetness in his disposition, would someone but encourage him to show it! If you wish to know how you stand with him, let him think that you have no particular desire to return to him! If he wants you, he will move heaven and earth to win you; if he does not — well, then you may make him happy in whatever foolish fashion you choose!”

Hero, who had listened to this with the greatest attention, turned it over in her mind before replying. She said slowly, at last: “It will be very hard, but perhaps, in the end, it would be for the best. I do understand what you mean, dear ma’am. Only, when George told me that he was coming here, I thought — I could not help thinking that it was because some chance had informed him that I was with you. And I could not help indulging the hope that he did love me after all.”

“Yes, my dear,” agreed her ladyship, with a certain amount of dryness. “That would have put quite another complexion on the affair. But it does not appear that he has the least notion of your being with me.”

“No,” Hero said sadly.

Lady Saltash left it at that.

Shortly after noon, Mr Tarleton came to Camden Place by appointment, in his curricle, and took Hero up for a drive to Kelston. It struck him that she wore rather a sober face, and he rallied her on it. accusing her of finding Bath a tedious place and himself a great bore.

“Oh, no, that I certainly do not!” she said quickly.

“I am persuaded you think me a dull dog, with one foot in the grave, and not a spark of romantic fervour in my whole composition!”

She laughed. “No, how should I be so foolish? I dare say you could be excessively romantic, if you wished to be, and as for having one foot in the grave, pooh!”

“But I fancy you did think so, when first we met?” he said quizzically.

She coloured. “Yes, it is true, but that was before I became properly acquainted with you.”

“Tell me, Miss Wantage, do you consider me past the age of thinking of marriage?”

She looked up. “No, indeed! Why, have you some such notion?”

“Yes,” he replied.

Her dimples peeped. “Then, of course, you must become romantic, Mr Tarleton! Females are so silly, you know, that they much prefer romance to solid worth!”

He pulled a grimace. “Solid worth! Of all abominable phrases! Do you remember telling me once that you thought runaway marriages the best? Are you still of the same mind?”

She stifled a sigh. “Yes. That is, it is the only kind of marriage for me. I do not think it would suit you, however! Do you think I shall ever be able to drive a team, Mr Tarleton?”

“Yes. I would willingly teach you.”

“I never met anyone I dealt with so extremely as you!” she said, laughing. “But I am sure I should not be allowed to! I expect it is not the thing at all.”

“Who cares?” he returned. “I am not such a prosy old fellow as to be for ever thinking of what is the thing, I assure you!” He glanced down at her profile. “You have never told me anything about yourself, Miss Wantage. I collect you are not related to Lady Saltash?”

“No,” she replied.

“Forgive me if I seem to you impertinent! But I see you living a life that must be unsuited to one of your youth and natural spirits, and I — ”

“Lady Saltash is everything that is kind!” she said. “Indeed, I am under no inconsiderable obligation to her, and if I have seemed to you to be ungrateful — ”

“Ungrateful! No, indeed! I have been much struck by your constant attentions to her. I have the greatest regard for Lady Saltash, but I cannot believe that you are happy in Camden Place.”

She was silent, her colour much heightened. After a short pause, he continued: “Do you mean to remain permanently in your present position?”

She started. “Oh, no! It would be impossible, for I have not the least claim on Lady Saltash! Already I feel that I have trespassed on her kindness for too long. I do not — I am not perfectly certain what I shall do, but you must know that I was trained to become a governess, and — and it was with the object of finding an eligible situation in some seminary that I came to Bath.”

“A governess! You!” he exclaimed. “You are not serious! You cannot mean me to believe that you wish for such an existence!”

A rather melancholy smile trembled on her lips. “Oh, no! I shall dislike it of all things! In fact, I once said that I would do anything rather than become one! But if I do find such a post perhaps it will not be so very bad after all.”

“Have you no relatives to provide for you?” he asked. “You are so young! Surely there must be someone — a guardian, perhaps — whose business it must be to take care of you?”

“No, there is no one — at least, I have a cousin who gave me a home when my father died, but she could not house me for ever, you see, and to tell you the truth I did not like her, nor she me.”

“I had not imagined that this could be so,” he said, in a moved tone. “I had thought — This alters things indeed!” He smiled, as she looked up inquiringly, and said: “No wonder you dream of romance and adventure! You should be called Cinderella, I think!”

Her mouth quivered. She replied: “It is odd that you should say so. I have sometimes thought that too. You do not know the whole, and I cannot tell it to you just now, though perhaps one day I may. I — I was very like Cinderella.”

“Except that no Prince has yet come with a glass slipper for you to try on your foot!” he said.

She was silent, her attention apparently fixed on the road ahead, her face still a little flushed. When she did speak, it was with a touch of constraint, and only to say that she fancied it must be time they were thinking of a return to Camden Place. He agreed at once, for he thought her embarrassment arose from maidenly shyness. He said gently: “Was it very dull and disagreeable in your cousin’s house, Cinderella?”

She smiled at that. “Yes, odiously dull! And she has three daughters, and they are all of them quite shockingly plain, though perhaps not plain enough to be called the Ugly Sisters!”

“And did they go to parties while you stayed at home and swept out the kitchen?”

“Well, not quite as bad as that, for I was not out, you know! I do think they were not always very kind to me, but I dare say it was tiresome for them to be obliged to have me.”

“I hope they may every one of them die a spinster!”

“Oh, no, how spiteful!” she protested.

“You dreamed of romance, and they made you a governess! I cannot forgive them! You must have your romance in despite of them! How would you like to be carried off, married out of hand, cosseted and cared for by a husband who would adore you — ah, the happy-ever-after ending, in effect? Is that not what you have dreamed of?”

“All girls do,” she said, in a constricted tone. “At least, when they are very young and foolish, they do. But — but real life is not quite like the fairy-tales.”

“But you were made to live a fairy-tale life, and I am determined you must do so!”

She raised her candid eyes to his face, and said simply: “Please do not, Mr Tarleton! I know you are only funning, but — but I would rather you did not!”

“I will do nothing to displease you,” he promised. “Shall I see you at the Dress Ball at the Lower Rooms tomorrow night?”

“I — I am not perfectly certain. I believe not.”

“Oh, that is too unkind!” he teased. “Did you not promise to let me put your name down for the minuet? I shall certainly do so before I leave Bath this evening. You will not be so cruel as to leave me without a lady to stand up with!”

She returned a light answer; he continued to talk easily on a number of trivial topics for the remainder of the drive; and set her down in Camden Place more enchanted than ever with her, and resolved upon a course of action fantastic enough to have appealed to the silliest damsel ever discovered between the marbled covers of a circulating library novel.

It was when Hero was returning on foot from Milsom Street later in the afternoon, that she fell in with George. She had been executing a commission for Lady Saltash, and he at once relieved her of her parcel, and insisted on escorting her back to Upper Camden Place. They had just crossed Bennet Street when Sherry’s curricle swept round the corner from Belmont. His start, and the expression of frozen amazement on his face were not lost on Hero; and as it did not occur to her (or for that matter, to George) that his astonishment was due not so much to seeing her as her companion, the last shreds of hope that he might have come to Bath to search for her were banished from her mind. While Sherry was disentangling his curricle from the phaeton, she hurried on towards Russell Street, almost dragging George with her. Himself no mean whip, other considerations were momentarily lost with him in the contemplation of the wreckage Sherry had caused.

“Well, of all the cow-handed things to do!” he exclaimed.

In the midst of her misery Hero could not help laughing, although a little shakily, at the accident. “It was so like Sherry!” she said. “And I know he will say it was all that poor man’s fault! Oh, George, he did not think to see me here! You were right. I never saw him look more shocked! Oh, dear, why was I ever born?”

“Did you see who was with him?” George demanded. “Ferdy! He must have told him he was coming here, just as he told me! I must say, I had not thought Ferdy would have had sense enough to have come along too. Depend upon it, he will be calling in Camden Place within the hour! But what the deuce is to be done now, Kitten? The mischief is in it that he has seen me with you, and he will ask me for your direction. What would you have me say to him?”

She was unable to make up her mind; but when they reached Camden Place, Lady Saltash took the decision out of her hands, and instructed George to furnish Sherry with the information that Hero was at present residing with her.

Hero, who had been walking about the room in some agitation, paused to interject in a tone of strong resolution: “George, if he should ask you if I am happy, you are to tell him that I have no time to be anything else, for I am for ever going to parties, and balls, and concerts! And tell him that I am become Miss Wantage again! And should you mind very much, dear George, telling him that I have a great many admirers in Bath? And if you dare to let him guess that I miss him quite dreadfully I will never speak to you again as long as I live!”

George promised to obey her instructions to the letter; but he looked a little concerned, for he had never seen her face so ravaged. However, Lady Saltash appeared to approve of the commands laid upon him, so he thought he could not do better than to carry them out. Having a lively curiosity to see Ferdy, and being convinced that that young gentleman would shortly arrive in Camden Place, he lingered in Lady Saltash’s drawing room. He had not long to wait; within a surprisingly short space of time a hackney carriage set Ferdy down at the door. His fawnlike countenance bore such a hunted expression that even Hero could not help laughing, as she joined George at the window to watch the arrival.

But no stress of circumstance ever made Ferdy forget his exquisite manners, and when he was ushered into the room a minute later, nothing could have been more polished than his bow, or more graceful than the salute he bestowed on Lady Saltash’s hand.

“Well, young man,” said her ladyship caustically, “you look like a rabbit with a savage dog after it! Is Sheringham hard upon your heels?”

“Thank God, ma’am, no!” he replied earnestly. “Very near thing, though! Greatest presence of mind needed!”

“Not to mention absence of body, I collect!”

He raised Hero’s hand to his lips. “Lady Sherry! Your very obedient! No wish to alarm you, but we are in the basket! Dashed unfortunate you should have been in Bennet Street just then! Poor Sherry cast into such a pucker! Had no notion you was in Bath, you see. Poor fellow was clean floored! Drove the curricle slap into a very pretty sort of a perch-phaeton, and left me to make his apologies while he dashed off to catch up with you. Didn’t find you, but he will, Kitten: you know Sherry! too game to be beaten on any suit!”

“Was he very angry, Ferdy?” she asked anxiously.

“Mad as fire!” he assured her. “Taken a pet at seeing George with you. Don’t like to think George has been gammoning him all this time. Says he only wants to get his hands on him, so I thought best to come round on the instant and warn you, George.”

“Good God, I ain’t afraid of Sherry!” George said, scornfully.

“No, no, George! Pluck to the backbone! All know that! The thing is, you don’t want to have Sherry calling you out again!”

“Let him do so if he chooses!” George replied instantly. “I shall be ready for him, I promise you!”

“No, George, you shall not! I won’t have Sherry killed!” Hero said quickly.

“That’s right!” Ferdy approved. “Only set up the backs of people if you kill Sherry, George! Always get over heavy ground as light as one can! Besides, my cousin, you know! Fond of him!”

“Yes, that’s all very well, but if he challenges me to fight I’m dashed if I’ll refuse him satisfaction!”

“For my sake, George!” begged Hero, clasping his arm.

“Oh, very well!” he said. “Mind you, Kitten, I’d not do it for anyone else, and I shall find it mighty hard as it is! Did you come here to warn Lady Sherry, Ferdy?”

“Thought I should do so,” Ferdy explained. “Gil away: couldn’t prevail on Sherry not to go to Bath: didn’t know you was here. You come to warn her too?”

“You are so kind to me, both of you!” Hero said warmly. “I am sure no one ever had such good friends! Indeed, I thank you, and I do trust, Ferdy, that Sherry is not very angry with you?”

“Too much on the fidgets to think whether I had anything to do with your being here,” replied Ferdy. “Went into the house in the devil of a miff — Lady Sheringham lodging in the Royal Crescent, you know — don’t know why: dare say he wanted to tell the Incomparable. Seemed to me the moment to go away. It ain’t that I’m afraid of Sherry, but I don’t know what I’m to say to him, and once he guesses I knew you was here, Kitten, he’s bound to try to get the whole story out of me.”

“We are to tell him the truth,” George said.

Ferdy’s eyes started at him. “Dash it, George, he’ll tear us limb from limb! What I mean is, hiding his wife from him, bamming him we hadn’t a notion where she was! Making a cake of him! Won’t stand it: not my cousin Sherry! Couldn’t expect it of him!”

“He won’t tear me limb from limb!” replied George, his lip curling.

Ferdy failed to derive any consolation from this, and said, in an indignant voice: “What’s that to the purpose? Very likely to tear me limb from limb! Never was up to his weight, besides I’m not handy with my fives. Beginning to wish I hadn’t come to Bath. What’s more, Sherry knows I’m putting up at the York, and I’ll lay a monkey he’s there now, ready to pounce on me the instant I step inside the place!”

“Nonsense! If I know Sherry, he’s a deal more likely to try to run me to earth!” said George bracingly. “In fact, I think I’ll go back to the White Hart now, for the sooner I clear this fence the better it will be for us all.”

“George, you won’t forget that you have faithfully promised me not to call Sherry out, will you?” Hero asked anxiously. “Do you not think Ferdy should go with you, just to keep you in mind of it?”

“No, dash it, Kitten!” expostulated Ferdy, looking more like a hunted deer than ever. “Bad enough as it is! Besides it would take a couple of us to hold that pair off from one another’s throats. Not a bit of use in my going! Only get hurt!”

At this point, Lady Saltash gave it as her opinion that Lord Wrotham would do much better without Ferdy’s assistance. She earned Ferdy’s undying gratitude by telling him that he might stay to dine in Camden Place; and told George that if Sherry showed any desire to come in search of his wife he was to inform him that she had gone to a private party, and would certainly not return home before midnight.