From this, Cressy, who had been doing her best to entertain the General when the Dowager exchanged a brief but pungent discourse with Mr Fancot during the course of dinner, deduced, thankfully, that he had not sunk beyond recall in her grandmother’s opinion.
‘I have something to say to you, young man!’ had said the Dowager, in a voice which was not less intimidating for being discreetly lowered.
‘I know it, ma’am,’ he had responded. ‘I only wish that I could think of anything more to say to you than Forgive me! but I can’t.’
‘I collect,’ she said, glaring at him, ‘that you fancy you have only to smile at me to bring me round your thumb!’
‘Indeed I don’t!’ he replied, looking startled.
‘Just as well! Next you’ll have the audacity to say you regret your conduct!’
‘No, no, ma’am! You are far too much up to snuff to swallow such a plumper as that! How could I regret it?’
‘For two pins,’ she informed him, ‘I’d box your ears, Master Jack-sauce!’
That was the sum of their interchange. There was nothing in the scathing glance the Dowager cast at Mr Fancot to encourage him to suppose that she was at all mollified; but when the gentlemen later entered the Long Drawing-room it was noticeable that there was a hint of softening in her eyes, when they rested on the reprobate’s well-formed person.
The General showed no disposition to outstay his welcome. Pleading a fifteen-mile drive, he took his leave as soon as he had drunk one cup of tea. Kit escorted him downstairs to his waiting carriage, and was just about to tell Norton to send Fimber to him when he perceived that that faithful, if censorious, henchman was standing on the half-landing, where the graceful staircase branched to the left and right. ‘Good! I want you!’ he said, treading swiftly up the stairs, and grasping Fimber by the arm. ‘Fimber, I must have a word with my brother!’ he said, under his breath. ‘I told him ten o’clock, but her ladyship ordered tea to be brought in earlier, and the coast should be clear in a very few minutes. Go down to the cottage, will you, and bring his lordship up to my room!’
‘His lordship, Mr Christopher,’ said Fimber, ‘as I was about to tell you, is already in your room – or, as I should say, his own room.’ Having delivered himself of this reproof, he unbent, saying confidentially: ‘Which was imprudent, sir, as I told him, but can you wonder at it, knowing what he is, and the way Mrs Pinner frets him to fiddlestrings, carrying on as if he was in short coats, and scolding as I am sure I should think it very improper to do!’
‘Well, that’s a new come-out!’ retorted Kit. ‘Let me know when Norton has taken away the tea-tray, you old humbug!’
He found his twin moodily flicking over the pages of the latest number of the Gentleman’s Magazine. Evelyn looked up quickly, his frown changing to a smile. ‘Now, don’t scold, Kester! I’ve had enough of that from Fimber! Talk of jobations! But when it came to a glass of hot milk before being tucked up in bed at eight o’clock there was nothing for it but to escape from Pinny!’ He rose, and began to pace restlessly about the room. ‘I’ve thought till my brain reels, Kester, but it’s hopeless!’
‘Oh, no, it isn’t!’ replied Kit. ‘Something has happened which entirely alters the situation. Tell me one thing, Eve! If you were not faced with the burden of our treasured parent’s debts, and were free to marry Miss Askham, would you be prepared to endure the Trust until such time as it may take you to convince my uncle that you are very well able to manage your own affairs?’
‘Yes, I daresay, but since I am faced with that burden –’
‘No, you’re not, brother!’ interrupted Kit.
‘Oh, am I not?’ said Evelyn, a flash in his eyes. ‘I have already told you, Kester, that I will not, under any circumstances whatsoever, permit you to saddle a responsibility which is mine, and mine only!’
‘I’m not going to saddle it, so come down from your high ropes! Now, listen, Eve! I have some news for you which I know very well you won’t like, but which you must stomach. Mama has accepted an offer of marriage from Ripple.’
‘What?’ Evelyn exclaimed thunderously. ‘It isn’t possible!’
‘You’d have been even more incredulous had you been present when he made the announcement to me. Lord, Eve, I wish you had been present! He couldn’t have been cast into greater gloom if he had received a death sentence! My own view of the matter is that it wasn’t he who made the offer, but Mama.’
‘Oh, my God, no!’ Evelyn said, shuddering. ‘How could she do such a thing? How can you, Kester, think that I would let her make such a sacrifice? Just what sort of a contemptible skirter do you believe me to be? Don’t spare me!’
‘I shan’t, if you don’t stop behaving like a Tragedy Jack!’ replied Kit. ‘For God’s sake, twin, take a damper! I didn’t relish the notion either, but it will do, you know. I haven’t lived with Mama for as long as you have, but for long enough to realize that she’s no more fitted to live alone than a babe unborn! I know you think she’ll continue to live with you, but you may take it from me that she won’t. Well, what do you imagine will be the outcome, if she sets up an establishment of her own?’
‘I know, I know, Kester, but –’
‘I should rather think you might! Now consider what her life will be, if she marries Ripple!’
Their eyes met, and held, across the space that lay between them, Evelyn’s holding an arrested look, Kit’s very steady. It was he who broke the silence. ‘We always thought him a bobbing-block, didn’t we, Eve? Well, so he is, but he’s been a pretty firm friend to Mama! He isn’t in love with her now, but Cressy’s right when she says that he dotes on her. There’s very little he wouldn’t do for her, and the more she wastes the ready the better pleased he’ll be! Furthermore, twin, he’ll take better care of her than ever you or I could! I fancy that such loose fish as Louth will be speedily put to rout!’
There was a long silence. ‘If I thought that she would be happy – Oh, no, Kester, no! She’s doing it to smooth my path, and for no other reason!’
‘Yes, I think she is,’ agreed Kit imperturbably. ‘But if you imagine that she’s sacrificing herself, you’re fair and far off! It’s Ripple who is the sacrifice: Mama’s in high gig! I tell you, in all seriousness, Eve, that if you drive a spoke into this wheel you’ll be doing her the worst turn you could!’
‘Kester, you know I wouldn’t – !’ He broke off, as the door opened, and Fimber entered the room, and said impatiently: ‘Yes, what is it?’
‘The tea-tray has been removed, sir,’ said Fimber, addressing himself pointedly to Kit. ‘I have taken it upon myself to instruct Norton – informing him that such was your desire, Mr Christopher – to set out the brandy in the library. He will have no occasion, therefore, to enter the Long Drawing-room again this evening. I should perhaps add that, according to what he tells me, Lady Stavely has not yet retired, but is playing piquet with Sir Bonamy. I shall hold myself in readiness to accompany his lordship to Mrs Pinner’s cottage in due course.’
‘That,’ said Evelyn bitterly, as Fimber withdrew, ‘is what I have to endure! What now, Kester?’