“Not Lady Bellingham!” said Adrian, irritated by such stupidity. “I mean Miss Grantham!”
“Oh, Miss Grantham! Yes, I played piquet with her, certainly. What of it?”
“What did you think of her, Max?” asked his lordship shyly.
“Really, I don’t remember that I thought about her at all. Why?”
Adrian looked up indignantly. “Good God, you surely must at least have seen how—how very beautiful she is!”
“Why, yes, I suppose she is tolerably handsome!” conceded Ravenscar.
“Tolerably handsome!” ejaculated Adrian, in dumbfounded accents.
“Yes, certainly, for one who is not in the first blush of youth A little too strapping for my taste, and will probably put or flesh in middle age, but I will allow her to be a well-looking woman.”
Adrian laid down the fork, and said, with a considerable heightened colour: “I had better make it plain to you at once Max, that—that I mean to marry her!”
“Marry Miss Grantham?” said Ravenscar, raising his brows. “My dear boy, why?”
This unemotional way of receiving startling tidings was damping in the extreme to a young gentleman who had braced himself to encounter violent opposition, and for a moment Adrian seemed to be at a loss to know what to say. After a slight pause, he said with immense dignity: “I love her.”
“How very odd!” said Ravenscar, apparently puzzled.
“I see nothing odd in it!”
“No, of course not. How should you, indeed? But surely someone nearer your own age-?”
“The difference in our ages doesn’t signify in the least. You talk as though Deb were in her thirties!”
“I beg pardon.”
Adrian eyed him with considerable resentment. “My mind is irrevocably made up, Max. I shall never love another woman I knew as soon as I saw her that she was the only one in the world for me! Of course, I don’t expect you to understand that, because you are the coldest fellow—well, I mean, you have never been in love!”
Ravenscar laughed.
“Well, not in the way I mean,” amended his lordship.
“Evidently not. But what has all this to do with me?”
“Nothing at all!” replied Adrian, with emphasis. “Only that since you have met Deb I thought I would tell you. I do not wish to do anything secretly. I am not in the least ashamed of loving Deb!”
“It would be very odd if you were,” commented Ravenscar. “I apprehend that Miss Grantham has accepted your offer??
“Well, not precisely,” Adrian confessed. “That is, she will marry me, I know, but she is the most delightfully teasing creature-! Oh, I can’t tell you, but when you know her better you will see for yourself!”
Ravenscar set down his tankard. “When you say “not precisely”, what do you mean?”
“Oh, she says I must wait until I come of age before I make up my mind—as though I could ever change it! She did not wish me to say anything about it yet, but someone told my mother that I was entangled—entangled!—by her and so it all came out. And that is “in part” why I have come to you, Max.”
“Oh?”
“My mother will listen to you,” said Adrian confidently. “You see, she has taken an absurd notion into her head that Deb is not good enough for me. Of course, I know that her being in Lady Bel’s house is a most unfortunate circumstance, but she is not in the least the sort of girl you might imagine, Max, upon my word she is not! She don’t even like cards above a little! It is all to help her aunt.”
“Did she tell you so?”
“Oh no, it was Kennet who told me! He has known her since her childhood. Really, Max, she is the dearest, sweetest—oh, there are no words to describe her!”
Mr Ravenscar could have found several, but refrained.
“She is not like any other woman I have ever met,” pursued his lordship. “I wonder that you were not struck by it!”
“Well, I have met rather more women than you have as yet had time to,” said Ravenscar apologetically. “That might account for it.”
“Yes, but I should have thought that even you—however, that’s neither here nor there! What I want you to understand, Max, is that I mean to marry Deb, whatever anyone may choose to say about it!”
“Very well; and now that I understand that, what do you expect me to do about it?”
“Well, Max, I thought I could talk to you so much more easily than to my mother. You know how it is with her. Just because Deb has been in the habit of presiding in a gaminghouse, she will not listen to a word I say! It is monstrously unjust! It is not Deb’s fault that she is obliged to be friendly towards men like Filey and Ormskirk: she cannot help herself! Oh, I can scarcely wait to take her away from it all!”
“I see,” said Ravenscar. “I must own that you have taken me by surprise. No doubt I quite mistook the matter, but I should have said that it was Ormskirk’s suit which the lady favoured, rather than yours.”
Adrian looked troubled. “No, no, you don’t understand! It is that which makes me so anxious—in short, Lady Bel is under an obligation to Ormskirk—a monetary obligation, you know—and Deb dare not offend him. It is an intolerable position for her! If only I had control of my fortune now, I would put an end to it on the instant!”
Mr Ravenscar experienced no difficulty at all in believing this, and could only be thankful that there were still two months to run of his cousin’s minority. “May I ask if the source of your information is again Mr Kennet?” he inquired
“Oh, yes! Deb will not say a word about it! But Kennet, knows all the circumstances.”
“Miss Grantham is happy in the possession of so devoted friend,” remarked Ravenscar ironically.
“Well, yes, I suppose—except that—Well, he is not quite the sort of fellow who—But that will all be changed when we are married!”
“Miss Grantham’s parentage, I need hardly ask, is respectable?” said Ravenscar, in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Oh, yes! The Granthams are related to Amberley, I believe they are some sort of cousins: I am not precisely informed Deb’s father was a military man, but he sold out.” Lord Mablethorpe looked up with a disarming smile. “Well, the truth is, he was a gamester, I suppose. His birth was respectable but from all I can discover he was not quite the thing. But he is dead, after all, and his sins are not to be visited upon Deb There is also a brother. I have not met him yet, but there is talk of his getting leave: he is stationed somewhere in the south. He is a military man too, and was at Harrow, so you see there is nothing to take exception to there.” He paused, waiting for his cousin to make some comment. Ravenscar, however, said nothing. His lordship drew a breath. “And now that I have explained it to you, Max, I wish—that is, I should be very much obliged to you if you would speak to my mother I...”
“I?” said Ravenscar. “What would you have me say to her?”
“Well, I thought you could make her understand that it is not such a bad match after all!”
“No, I don’t think I could do that,” replied Ravenscar. “I doubt if anyone could.”
“But, Max—”
“I should wait until I had come of age, if I were you.”
“But if Mama could only be brought to consent, I should not have to wait! And there is that fellow, Ormskirk, to be thought of! I want Mama to give her consent, so that Deb need have no scruples. Then the engagement could be announced, and I daresay there would be no trouble about advancing me some of my fortune.”
“Impossible!”
“But, Max, if you and Uncle Julius both agreed to it—”
“What makes you think that we should?”
“But I have explained it all to you!” said his lordship impatiently.
Mr Ravenscar got up, and stretched his long limbs. “Wait until you are of age,” he said. “You may then do as you please.”
“I did not think you would behave so shabbily!” exclaimed Adrian.
Ravenscar smiled. “But surely you know that I am abominably close-fisted?”
“It is not your money,” Adrian muttered. “I suppose the truth is that you are as bad as Mama, and don’t wish me to marry Deb!”