if I will wait! If I will be patient and good! But I cannot! Oh,you don't understand, Dicky--you don't understand!"
"I am sorry, dear. I promise I will take you as soon as possible, and wewill stay as long as you please."
Her arms fell away.
"I want to go now!"
"Dear--"
"Very well--very well. We will go presently. Only don't reason with me."
He looked at her concernedly.
"You are overwrought, my love--and tired."
"Yes," she agreed listlessly. "Oh yes; I will go now and rest. Forgiveme, Dick!" She kissed her finger-tips and extended them to him. "I willbe good one day." She turned and hurried out of the room and up thestairs, leaving the door open behind her.
Richard stayed for a moment looking round at the signs of her latepresence. Mechanically he stooped to pick up her embroidery and thepieces of her handkerchief. The two flowers were broken off short, andhe threw them away. Then he left the room and went out on to the sunnyterrace, gazing across the beautiful gardens into the blue distance.
Across the lawn came a child of four or five, waving a grimy hand.
"Father!"
Richard looked down at him and smiled.
"Well, John?"
The boy climbed up the terrace steps, calling his news all the way.
"'Tis Uncle Andrew, sir. He has rid over to see you, and is comingthrough the garden to find you."
"Is he? Has he left his horse at the stables?"
"Ay, sir. So I came to tell you."
"Quite right. Will you come with me to meet him?"
The little rosy face lighted up with pleasure.
"Oh, may I?" he cried and slipped his hand in Richard's.
Together they descended the steps and made their way across the lawn.
"I have run away from Betty," announced John with some pride. "There'sUncle Andrew, sir!" He bounded away towards the approaching figure.
Lord Andrew Belmanoir was Richard's brother-in-law, brother to thepresent Duke. He came up with John in his arms and tumbled him to theground.
"Good day, Dick! 'Tis a spoilt child you have here!"
"Ay. He is but now escaped from his nurse."
"Splendid! Come, John, you shall walk with us, and we'll confound fatBetty!" He slipped his arm through Richard's as he spoke. "Come, Dick!There's a deal I have to say to you." He grimaced ruefully.
The child ran on ahead towards the woods, a great bull-mastiff at hisheels.
"What's to do now?" asked Richard, looking round into the mobile,dissipated countenance.
"The devil's in it this time, and no mistake," answered his lordshipwith a rueful shake of his head.