Lady of Quality

'Do you mean Sarah isn't here?' cried Lucilla.

'That's exactly what I mean. She and your aunt got to

dagger-drawing, because your aunt worked herself into a rare passion, and rang a regular peal over her, saying it was her fault for neglecting you, and I don't know what besides, and she nabbed the rust, and rubbed up all manner of old sores, and the end of it was that she packed her boxes, and flounced off in a rare tantrum!' He observed, with displeasure, that Lucilla was dancing round the room in an ecstasy of delight, and added, with asperity: 'You may think that a matter for rejoicing, but I didn't, I can tell you!'

'Oh, I do, I do!' Lucilla said, executing a neat step, and clapping her hands. 'If you knew how much I was dreading Sarah's arrival – !'

Miss Wychwood intervened at this point, to ask Ninian if he had dined. He thanked her, and said yes, he had stopped to bait on the road, and must not remain for more than a few minutes, because it was growing late, and he had not yet arranged for accommodation in Bath. 'Which is something about which I need your advice, ma'am,' he disclosed. 'The thing is – well, owing to one cause and another, I'm a trifle behind the wind at the moment! Until quarter-day, in fact! As soon as my allowance is paid I shall be tolerably well up in the stirrups again, but it won't do to be getting under the hatches, so I mean to put up at one of the cheaper hotels, and I thought you would very likely be able to direct me to a – a suitable one!'

Lucilla stopped dancing round the room, and asked, in astonishment: 'Why, do you mean to remain in Bath?'

'Yes,' replied Ninian, through gritted teeth, 'I do! That will show them!'

Before Lucilla could ask for enlightenment on this somewhat obscure utterance, a second, and even more timely, intervention was provided by Limbury, who came in with the tea-tray. Further discussion was suspended; and when Ninian had drunk two cups of tea, and eaten several macaroons, his seething rancour had subsided enough to enable him to give the ladies a fairly coherent account of the trials he had undergone at the hands of his loving relations. 'Would you believe it?' he demanded. 'They blamed me for the whole!'

'Oh, how unjust!' cried Lucilla indignantly.

'I should rather think so! For how the devil could I have prevented you from running away, I should like to know?'

'You couldn't. No one could!' she asserted. 'They ought to have been grateful to you for coming with me!'

'Well, that's what I thought!' he said. 'What's more, if anyone was to blame for driving you out of the house it was Them, not me!'

'Did you tell them so?' asked Lucilla eagerly.

'No, not then, but in the end I did, when I got into a pelter myself ! That was when I found that your aunt's prostration was being laid at my door, if you please, instead of at yours! I don't know what she might have said to me, because I didn't see her – thank God! She fell into hysterics when it was discovered that you had run away, and then had strong convulsions, or spasms, or whatever she calls 'em, and was laid up in bed, with our doctor in attendance, and my mother trying to restore her with burnt feathers, and sal volatile, and smelling-salts; and my father almost pushing Sarah out of the house, because the mere thought that she was still at Chartley threw your aunt into fresh spasms! Well, I did say, What a wet-goose! and Papa – Papa! – said I had much to blame myself for! And Mama said how could I have reconciled it with my conscience to have abandoned you to a total stranger, and never would she have believed that a child of hers could have behaved so heartlessly! And when it came to Cordelia and Lavinia starting to reproach me – but I precious soon put a stop to that! – I – I lost my temper, and said Very well, if they thought it was my duty to protect her from you, ma'am, I'd go straight back to Bath, and stay there! And – and I'm afraid I said that any place would be preferable to Chartley, and even though you were a total stranger I was sure of a welcome in your house, which was more than I had had in my own home!'

'Oh, well done, Ninian!' exclaimed Lucilla enthusiastically clasping his arm, and squeezing it. 'I never dreamed you were so full of pluck!'

He coloured, but said: 'I don't think it was well done of me. I ought not to have spoken so to my father. I'm sorry for it, but I meant what I said, and I'm dashed well not going to crawl back until he is sorry too! Even if I starve in a ditch!'

'Oh, pray don't think of doing such a thing!' said Miss Farlow, who had been listening open-mouthed to this recital. 'So embarrassing for dear Miss Wychwood, for people would be bound to say she should have rescued you! Not that I think you would be allowed to die in a ditch in Bath – at least, I never heard of anyone doing so, because they are so strict about keeping the streets clean and tidy, and destitute persons are cared for at the Stranger's Friend Society: a most excellent institution, I believe, but I cannot think that your worthy parents would wish you to become an inmate there, however vexed they may be with you!'

This made Lucilla giggle, but Miss Wychwood, preserving her countenance, said: 'Very true! You must hold it as a weapon in reserve, Ninian, to use only if your father threatens to cast you off entirely. In the meantime, I suggest that you put up at the Pelican. It is in Walcot Street, and I'm told its charges are very reasonable. It isn't a fashionable hotel, but I believe it is comfortable, and provides its guests with a good, plain ordinary. And if it should be too plain for you, you can always dine here!' She added, with a lurking twinkle in her eyes: 'I've never dined there, but of course I have visited it, to see the room Dr Johnson slept in!'

'Oh!' said Ninian, all at sea. 'Yes – of course! Dr Johnson! Exactly so! Was he – was he a friend of yours, ma'am? Or – or one of your relations, perhaps?'

Lucilla gave a crow of laughter. 'Stupid! He was the dixionaryman, and he died years and years ago – didn't he, ma'am?'

'Oh, a writing cove!' said Ninian, in disparaging accents. 'Come to think of it, I have heard of him – but I'm not bookish, ma'am!'

'But surely, dear Mr Elmore, they must have used his Dixionary at your school?' said Miss Farlow.

'Ah, that would be it!' nodded Ninian. 'I daresay I must have seen the name on the back of some book or other, which accounts for my having had the notion that I recognized it!'

'If recognition you could call it!' murmured Miss Wychwood. 'Never mind, Ninian! We can't all of us be bookish, can we?'

'Well, I don't scruple to say that I never had the least turn for scholarship,' Ninian somewhat unnecessarily disclosed. He added a handsome rider to this statement, saying, with a beaming smile: 'And I promise you, ma'am, no one would ever suspect you of being bookish!'

Overwhelmed by this tribute, Miss Wychwood uttered in a shaken voice: 'How kind of you, Ninian, to say so!'

'It's very true,' said Lucilla, adding her mite. 'No one could think she was bookish, but she reads prodigiously, and even keeps books in her bedchamber!'

'How can you be so treacherous, Lucilla, as to betray me?' demanded Miss Wychwood tragically.

'Only to Ninian!' Lucilla said, regarding her rather anxiously. 'Of course I wouldn't dream of telling anyone else, but he won't say a word about it, will you, Ninian?'

'No, never!'