She was almost immediately desired to step upstairs to the drawing-room, where she found her sister-in-law lying on a satin sofa, with her smelling-salts in her hand, and a glass of ratafia-and-water on a small table beside her. Chattering animatedly to Ravenscar, by the window, her niece, Arabella, presented an agreeable picture in a flowered gown with fluttering ribbons, and a demure fichu round her neck.
Miss Ravenscar bore very little resemblance to her mother, who was a classically beautiful woman of pale colouring, and rather expressionless features. Miss Ravenscar was a tiny brunette, with the most vivid, mischievous little face imaginable. She was quite as dark as her half-brother, and much better looking. Her short upper lip had the most enchanting lift; her pansy-eyes sparkled as she talked, and a pair of dimples played at hide-and-seek at the corners of her mouth. When she caught sight of her aunt, she came running across the room to meet her, crying: “Oh, my dear Aunt Selina, how pleased I am to see you again! Oh, dearest aunt, I declare I never saw such a terrifying bonnet! It makes me quite frightened of you! I wonder my cousin will let you wear such an abominable thing!”
“Arabella, my love!” expostulated Mrs Ravenscar, in feeble accents.
But Arabella’s lilting smile and warm embrace quite robbed her impertinent speech of offence. Lady Mablethorpe patted her indulgently, calling her a naughty puss, and trod over to the sofa to kiss her sister-in-law’s faded cheek. Privately, she considered that Olivia might very well have risen to welcome her, but she made no comment, merely remarking that she was sorry to see her looking so poorly.
“It was the journey,” explained Mrs Ravenscar, in a gently complaining tone. “I have been telling Max he must positively have the coach-springs attended to. I thought I should have been shattered by the jolting. You must excuse my receiving you upon my sofa, but you know how the least exertion prostrates me, my dear Selina. Do, pray, be seated. How noisy it is in town! I do not know how my nerves will support it. I am conscious of all the bustle already.”
Lady Mablethorpe had-little patience with such fancies, but she was a civil woman, and for the next few minutes she listened with outward sympathy to a description of the many and varied ailments which had overtaken her sister-in-law since their last meeting.
Arabella broke in presently on her mother’s lamentations, exclaiming: “Oh, Mama, you know it is quite decided that you are not going to find London too fatiguing for you this time! I am so happy to be here again! I mean to go to all the balls, and the ridottos, and the masquerades, and the theatres, and—oh, everything! And you know you are to go with me to all the best warehouses to choose the stuffs for my new dresses, for I declare I have not a rag to my back, and no one has such good taste as you, dearest!”
Mrs Ravenscar smiled faintly, but said that she feared her health would break down under the strain.
“Well, if it does, Arabella knows she may count upon me,”, said Lady Mablethorpe bracingly. “Nothing would give me more pleasure than to take the child about a little. I have often been sorry that I had never a daughter.”
This was not strictly true, but it had the effect of making Arabella hug her ruthlessly, and call her darling aunt. Lady Mablethorpe was more than ever convinced that it would be the greatest shame if the sweet child were not to be her daughter-in-law.
This reflection brought to her mind the purpose of her visit, and she cast a glance towards Ravenscar, so fraught with meaning that he could scarcely have remained oblivious of it. He contrived, however, to appear unaware of the silent message thus conveyed to him, and her ladyship was obliged to request the favour of a few words with him.
“Certainly,” he said. “Will you come down to the library, ma’am?”
She accepted this not very cordial invitation, and made her excuses to Mrs Ravenscar, promising to visit her again when she should have had time to settle down.
Ravenscar led the way downstairs, and ushered his aunt into the library. She barely waited for him to close the door before saying: “I would not for the world mention the matter before that dear child! But the most shocking thing has happened, Max!”
“I know it,” he replied. “Miss Grantham has accepted Adrian’s offer.”
“You told me you would see the woman, Max!”
“I did see her.”
“But you did nothing! I quite depended on you! I was never so mortified!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. My efforts on your behalf have so far been entirely unavailing. Miss Grantham will not be bought off.”
“Good God!” said her ladyship, sinking down on to the nearest chair. “Then we are lost indeed! What is to be done?”
“I do not see that you can do anything to the purpose. You had better leave it in my hands. I am determined Adrian shall not lead that woman to the altar.”
Lady Mablethorpe shuddered. “Is she dreadful?”
“She is an impudent strumpet!” said Mr Ravenscar coldly.
“Really, Max! Not that I doubt it! I always knew she was a hateful creature. Tell me about her! Is she beautiful, or is that poor Adrian’s folly?”
“No, she is extremely handsome,” responded Ravenscar.
“In a vulgar style, I conclude? A painted hussy?”
“No. She is not painted. I cannot say that I found her vulgar at our first meeting. She has a pleasant way; her manners are a little free, but not disagreeably so; her voice is good; her air and countenance quite distinguished. As far as appearances go, she will do very well.”
“Have you taken leave of your senses?” gasped his aunt.
“No, I haven’t. I said, as far as appearances go. Under this not unprepossessing exterior, she is a harpy.”
“Heaven help my poor boy!” moaned Lady Mablethorpe.
“I hope heaven may do so; I most certainly shall. Leave he to me, ma’am! If I have to kidnap Adrian, she shall not get her talons into him!”
She seemed to consider this suggestion on its merits, and to be not ill-pleased with it. “Do you suppose that would answer? she asked.
“No.”
“Then what in the world is the use of thinking of such a thing?” she demanded crossly.
“I am not thinking of it. I would sooner kidnap the girl.”
“Max!” exclaimed his aunt, as an unwelcome thought entered her brain. “Do not tell me that she has got you under her odious spell!”
“You may rest perfectly at ease on that score, ma’am,” he said harshly. “I do not recall when I have met any woman who I disliked more!”
She was relieved in a slight measure, but said: “Do you think her determined to marry my unfortunate boy?”
“I am not sure. It may well be that she is trying to frighten us into offering her more money. Adrian’s birthday is all too close at hand, and she knows it. Her behaviour in coming into the open points that way.”
“We shall have to give her whatever she asks,” said Lady Mablethorpe gloomily.
“I have already offered her twenty thousand,” he said, in a curt tone.
Her ladyship changed colour. “Twenty thousand! Are you mad? The estate can never stand it!”
“Don’t alarm yourself!” he said ironically. “I was not proposing to pledge Adrian’s fortune.”
She stared at him, quite astonished. “Well, I must say, Max, I never looked for such generosity from you! I am very grateful, I assure you, but—”
“You have nothing to thank me for,” he interrupted. “She refused.”
“She must be out of her senses!”
“I know nothing of that, but she has certainly mistaken her man.”
She moved restlessly in her chair. “I wish I might see the woman!”
His lips curled. “So you may, if you care to accompany us to Vauxhall tomorrow. Adrian is to take her there, to the ridotto.”
“Flaunting him in the eyes of the world!” she cried indignantly.
“Precisely. Or in my eyes: I cannot be certain which.”
She got up with an air of resolution. “Well, I will go with you. I dare say Olivia will be glad to let me take her place. Perhaps my deluded boy may be brought to a sense of his folly if he sees his mother when he has that creature on his arm!”