“Perfectly. He said he was very sorry. And then he asked where we were bound for. I said, for Bristol, because all the family had lost its money, and so I had had to be taken away from school.”
“You have the most fertile imagination of anyone of my acquaintance,” said Sir Richard. “May I ask what school you have been gracing?”
“Harrow. Afterwards I wished I had said Eton, because my cousin Geoffrey is at Harrow, and I don’t like him. I wouldn’t go to his school.”
“I suppose it is too late to change the school now,” Sir Richard said, in a regretful tone.
She looked up quickly, her fascinating smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. “You are laughing at me,”
“Yes,” admitted Sir Richard. “Do you mind?”
“Oh no, not a bit! No one laughs in my aunt’s house. I like it.”
“I wish,” said Sir Richard, “you would tell me more about this aunt of yours. Is she your guardian?”
“No, but I have had to live with her ever since my father died. I have no real guardian, but I have two trustees. On account of my fortune, you understand.”
“Of course, yes: I was forgetting your fortune. Who are your trustees?”
“Well, one is my uncle Griffin—Aunt Almeria’s husband, you know—but he doesn’t signify, because he does just what Aunt tells him. The other is my father’s lawyer, and he doesn’t signify either.”
“For the same reason?”
“I don’t know, but I shouldn’t wonder at it in the least. Everyone is afraid of Aunt Almeria. Even I am, a little. That’s why I ran away.”
“Is she unkind to you?”
“N-no. At least, she doesn’t ill-treat me, but she is the kind of woman who always gets her own way. Do you know?”
“I know,” Sir Richard said.
“She talks,” explained Pen. “And when she is displeased with one, I must say that it is very uncomfortable. But one should always be just, and I do not blame her for being so set on my marrying Fred. They are not very rich, you see, and of course Aunt would like Fred to have all my fortune. In fact, I am very sorry to be so disobliging, particularly as I have lived with the Griffins for nearly five years. But, to tell you the truth, I didn’t in the least want to, and as for marrying Fred, I could not! Only when I suggested to Aunt Almeria that I would much prefer to give my fortune to Fred, and not marry him, she flew into a passion, and said I was heartless and shameless, and cried, and talked about nourishing vipers in her bosom. I thought that was unjust of her, because it was a very handsome offer, don’t you agree?”
“Very,” said Sir Richard. “But perhaps a trifle—shall we say, crude?”
“Oh!” Pen digested this. “You mean that she did not like my not pretending that Fred was in love with me?”
“I think it just possible,” said Sir Richard gravely.
“Well, I am sorry if I wounded her feelings, but truly I don’t think she has the least sensibility. I only said what I thought. But it put her in such a rage that there was nothing for it but to escape. So I did.”
“Were you locked in your room?” enquired Sir Richard.
“Oh no! I daresay I should have been if Aunt had guessed what I meant to do, but she would never think of such a thing.”
“Then—forgive my curiosity!—why did you climb out of the window?” asked Sir Richard.
“Oh, that was on account of Pug!” replied Pen sunnily.
“Pug?”
“Yes, a horrid little creature! He sleeps in a basket in the hall, and he always yaps if he thinks one is going out. That would have awakened Aunt Almeria. There was nothing else I could do.”
Sir Richard regarded her with a lurking smile. “Naturally not. Do you know, Pen, I owe you a debt of gratitude?”
“Oh?” she said, pleased, but doubtful. “Why?”
“I thought I knew your sex. I was wrong.”
“Oh!” she said again. “Do you mean that I don’t behave as a delicately bred female should?”
“That is one way of putting it, certainly.”
“It is the way Aunt Almeria puts it.”
“She would, of course.”
“I am afraid,” confessed Pen, “that I am not very well-behaved. Aunt says that I had a lamentable upbringing, because my father treated me as though I had been a boy. I ought to have been, you understand.”
“I cannot agree with you,” said Sir Richard. “As a boy you would have been in no way remarkable; as a female, believe me, you are unique.”
She flushed to the roots of her hair. “I think that is a compliment.”
“It is,” Sir Richard said, amused.
“Well, I wasn’t sure, because I am not out yet, and I do not know any men except my uncle and Fred, and they don’t pay compliments. That is to say, not like that.” She looked up rather shyly, but chancing to catch sight of someone through the window, suddenly exclaimed: “Why, there’s Mr Yarde!”
“Mr who?” asked Sir Richard, turning his head.
“You can’t see him now: he has gone past the window. You must remember Mr Yarde, sir! He was the odd little man who got into the coach at Chippenham, and used such queer words that I could not perfectly understand him. Do you suppose he can be coming to this inn?”
“I sincerely trust not!” said Sir Richard.
Chapter 5
His trust was soon seen to have been misplaced, for after a few minutes the landlord came into the room, to ask apologetically whether the noble gentleman would object to giving up one of his rooms to another traveller. “I told him as how your honour had bespoke both bedchambers, but he is very wishful to get a lodging, sir, so I told him as how I would ask your honour if, maybe, the young gentleman could share your honour’s chamber—there being two beds, sir.”
Sir Richard, meeting Miss Creed’s eye for one pregnant moment, saw that she was struggling with a strong desire to burst out laughing. His own lips quivered, but before he could answer the landlord, the sharp face of Mr Jimmy Yarde peered over that worthy’s shoulder.
Upon recognizing the occupants of the parlour, Mr Yarde seemed to be momentarily taken aback. He recovered himself quickly, however, to thrust his way into the parlour with a very fair assumption of delight at encountering two persons already known to him. “Well, if it ain’t my young chub!” he exclaimed. “Dang me if I didn’t think the pair of you had loped off to Wroxhall!”
“No,” said Sir Richard. “It appeared to me that Wroxhall would be over-full of travellers to-night.”
“Ay, you’re a damned knowing one, ain’t you? Knowed it the instant I clapped my glaziers on you. And right you are! Says I to myself, “Wroxhall’s no place for you, Jimmy, my boy!”“
“Was the thin woman still having the vapours?” asked Pen.
“Lordy, young chub, she were stretched out as stiff as a corpse when I loped off, and no one knowing what to do to bring her to her senses. Ah, and mighty peevy I thought myself, to hit on the notion of coming to this ken—not knowing as you had bespoke all the rooms afore me.”
His bright face shifted to Sir Richard’s unpromising countenance. “Unfortunate!” said Sir Richard politely.
“Ah, now!” wheedled Mr Yarde, “you wouldn’t go for to out-jockey Jimmy Yarde! Lordy, it’s all of eleven o’clock, and the light gone. What’s to stop your doubling up with the young shaver?”
“If your honour would condescend to allow the young gentleman to sleep in the spare bed in your honour’s chamber?” interpolated the landlord in an ingratiating tone.
“No,” said Sir Richard. “I am an extremely light sleeper, and my nephew snores.” Ignoring an indignant gasp from Pen, he turned to Mr Yarde. “Do you snore?” he asked.
Jimmy grinned. “Not me! I sleep like a baby, so help me!”
“Then you,” said Sir Richard, “may share my room.”
“Done!” said Jimmy promptly. “Spoke like a rare gager, guv’nor, which I knew you was. Damme, if I don’t drain a clank to your very good health!”