Pen gave a hiccup of laughter. This incensed Lydia so much that she stopped crying, and dramatically commanded Pen to leave the orchard immediately. However, when she discovered that Pen was only too ready to take her at her word, she ran after her, and clasped her by the arm. “No, no, you cannot go until we have decided what is to be done. You won’t—oh, you can’t be cruel enough to deny my story to Papa!”
Pen considered this. “Well, provided you won’t expect me to offer for you—”
“No, no, I promise I won’t!”
Pen frowned. “Yes, but it’s of no use. There is only one thing for it: you will have to run away.”
“But—”
“Now, don’t begin to talk about the scandal, and spoiling your dress!” begged Pen. “For one thing, it is odiously missish, and for another Piers will never be able to bear it.”
“Piers,” said Miss Daubenay, with swelling bosom, “thinks me Perfect!”
“I haven’t seen Piers for a long time, but he can’t have grown up as stupid as that!” Pen pointed out.
“Yes, he—oh, I hate you, I hate you!” cried Lydia, stamping her foot. “Besides, how can I run away?”
“Oh, Piers will have to arrange it! If Richard doesn’t object, I daresay I may help him,” Pen assured her. “You will have to escape at dead of night, of course, which puts me in mind of a very important thing: you will need a rope-ladder.”
“I haven’t a rope-ladder,” objected Lydia.
“Well, Piers must make one for you. If he throws it up to your window, you could attach it securely, could you not, and climb down it?”
“I would rather escape by the door,” said Lydia, gazing helplessly up at her.
“Oh, very well, but it seems rather tame! However, it is quite your own affair. Piers will be waiting for you with a post-chaise-and-four. You will leap up into it, and the horses will spring forward, and you will fly for the Border! I can see it all!” declared Pen, her eyes sparkling.
Lydia seemed to catch a little of her enthusiasm. “To be sure, it does sound romantic,” she admitted. “Only it is a great way to the Border, and everyone would be so cross with us!”
“Once you were married that wouldn’t signify.”
“No. No, it wouldn’t, would it? But I don’t think Piers has any money.”
“Oh!” Pen’s face fell. “That certainly makes it rather awkward. But I daresay we shall contrive something.”
Lydia said: “Well, if you don’t mind, I would prefer not to go to Gretna, because although it would be romantic I can’t help thinking it would be very uncomfortable. Besides, I couldn’t have any attendants, or a wedding-dress, or a lace veil, or anything.”
“Don’t chatter!” said Pen. “I am thinking.”
Lydia was obediently silent.
“We must soften your father’s heart!” declared Pen at length.
Lydia looked doubtful. “Yes, I should like that of all things, but how?”
“Why, by making him grateful to Piers, of course!”
“But why should he be grateful to Piers? He says Piers is a young cub.”
“Piers,” said Pen, “must rescue you from deadly peril.”
“Oh no, please!” faltered Lydia, shrinking. “I should be frightened! And just think how dreadful it would be if he didn’t rescue me!”
“What a little goose you are!” said Pen scornfully. “There won’t be any real danger!”
“But if there is no danger, how can Piers—”
“Piers shall rescue you from me!” said Pen.
Lydia blinked at her. “I don’t understand. How can Piers—”
“Do stop saying “How can Piers”!” Pen begged. “We must make your father believe that I am a penniless young man without any prospects at all, and then we will run away together!”
“But I don’t want to run away with you!”
“No, stupid, and I don’t want to run away with you! It will just be a Plot. Piers must ride after us, and catch us, and restore you to your Papa. And he will be so pleased that he will let you marry Piers after all! Because Piers has very good prospects, you know.”
“Yes, but you are forgetting Sir Jasper,” argued Lydia.
“We can’t possibly be plagued by Sir Jasper,” said Pen impatiently. “Besides he is away. Now, don’t make any more objections! I must go back to the George, and warn Richard. And I will consult with Piers as well, and I daresay we shall have it all arranged in a trice. I will meet you in the spinney this evening, to tell you what you must do.”
“Oh no, no, no!” shuddered Lydia. “Not the spinney! I shall never set foot there again!”
“Well, here, then, since you are so squeamish. By the way, did you tell your Papa the whole? I mean, how you saw Captain Trimble kill the stammering-man?”
“Yes, of course I did, and he says I must tell it to Mr Philips! It is so dreadful for me! To think that my troubles had put it out of my head!”
“What a tiresome girl you are!” exclaimed Pen. “You should not have said a word about it! Ten to one, we shall get into a tangle now, because Richard has already told Mr Philips his story, and I have told him mine, and now you are bound to say something quite different. Did you mention Richard to your Papa?”
“No,” confessed Lydia, hanging her head. “I just said that I ran away.”
“Oh well, in that case perhaps there will be no harm done!” said Pen optimistically. “I am going now. I will meet you here again after dinner.”
“But what if they watch me, and I cannot slip away?” cried Lydia, trying to detain her.
Pen had climbed on to the wall, and now prepared to jump down into the road. “You must think of something,” she said sternly, and vanished from Miss Daubenay’s sight.
When Pen reached the George Sir Richard had not only finished his breakfast, but was on the point of sallying forth in search of his errant charge. She came into the parlour, flushed and rather breathless, and said impetuously: “Oh, Richard, such an adventure! I have such a deal to tell you! All our plans must be changed!”
“This is very sudden!” said Sir Richard. “May I ask where you have been?”
“Yes, of course,” said Pen, seating herself at the table, and spreading butter lavishly on a slice of bread. “I have been with that stupid girl. You would not believe that anyone could be so silly, sir!”
“I expect I should. What has she been doing, and why did you go to see her?”
“Well, it’s a long story, and most confused!”
“In that case,” said Sir Richard, “perhaps I shall unravel it more easily if you do not tell it to me with your mouth full.”
Her eyes lit with laughter. She swallowed the bread-and-butter, and said: “Oh, I’m sorry! I am so hungry, you see.”
“Have an apple,” he suggested.
She twinkled responsively, “No, thank you, I will have some of that ham. Dear sir, what in the world do you suppose that wretched girl did?”
“I have no idea,” said Sir Richard, carving several slices of the ham.
“Why, she told her Papa that she had gone into the spinney last night to meet me!”
Sir Richard laid down the knife and fork. “Good God, why?”
“Oh, for such an idiotic reason that it is not worth recounting! But the thing is, sir, that her Papa is coming to see you about it this morning. She hoped, you see, that if she said she had been in the habit of meeting me clandestinely in Bath—”
“In Bath?” interrupted Sir Richard in a faint voice.
“Yes, she said we had been meeting for ever in Bath, on account of her Great-Aunt Augusta, and not wishing to be sent there again. I quite understand that, but—”
“Then your understanding is very much better than mine,” said Sir Richard. “So far I have not been privileged to understand one word of this story. What has her Great-Aunt Augusta to do with it?”
“Oh, they sent Lydia to stay with her, you see, and she did not like it! She said it was all backgammon and spying. I could not but feel for her over that, for I know exactly what she means.”
“I am glad,” said Sir Richard, with emphasis.