My lady pulled a face at him.
‘Oh, tell Justin you do not like it, my dear! Tell him –’
‘I’m not meddling in Justin’s affairs, I thank you. He’ll do as he likes, but I’ll lay you a monkey he weds no bastard.’
‘Done!’ said my lady. ‘Oh, Rupert! I lost my big emerald at play last week! I could have cried my eyes out, and Edward could only say that it must be a lesson to me!’
‘That’s Edward all over,’ nodded Rupert. ‘Don’t I know it!’
‘No, you do not, tiresome boy! He will give me another emerald.’ She blinked rapidly. ‘Indeed, he is very good to me. I wonder if he will come here? I vow I shall be miserable if he does not!’
Rupert’s eyes were on the street.
‘Well, he has come, and mighty à propos, too.’
‘What! Is it really he, Rupert? You’re not teasing me?’
‘No, it is he, right enough, and in a thundering rage, by the look of him.’
Lady Fanny sighed ecstatically.
‘Darling Edward! He will be very angry with me, I am sure.’
Marling came quickly in. He was travel-stained, and heavy-eyed from lack of sleep, and his mouth was set in an uncompromising fashion. He looked his pretty wife over in silence.
‘That’s the last of us,’ said Rupert jovially. ‘We’ve all the family now, glory be! Give you good morrow, Edward!’
Lady Fanny rose, and held out her hand.
‘Edward, I protest this is foolish of you.’
He ignored the outstretched hand.
‘You’ll return with me to-day, Fanny. I don’t brook your defiance.’
‘Whew!’ spoke Rupert under his breath. ‘Sa-sa – Have at you!’
Lady Fanny tittered.
‘Oh, sir, you are ungallant! Pray have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You come to me muddied and in disorder! And I who so love a man to be point de vice !’
‘We’ll leave my appearance out of it, if you please. I’ve borne enough of your whims, Fanny. You’ll return with me to England.’
‘Indeed, sir, do you think I shall?’ The light of battle was in my lady’s eyes.
‘You are my wife, madam.’
‘But not your chattel, sir. Pray take that frown from your face! It likes me not.’
‘Ay, do!’ Rupert put in. ‘How did you leave my cousin, Marling?’
‘Yes, sir, and why did you leave poor dear Harriet? It was not well done of you, Edward.’
‘Fanny, have you done? I warn you, I am in no mood for these tricks!’
‘Now, careful, Fan, ca
reful!’ said Rupert, enjoying himself hugely. ‘He’ll disown you, so he will!’