‘Oh, Ilfracombe, what an arch deceiver and plotter you would make,’ cried the countess, laughing; ‘but, really and truly, I don’t think we can be off quite so soon as that. I’m not sure we should get a train to London to suit us. Besides, unless the dowager were dying, such extreme haste would look very suspicious.’
‘Well, let her die then. You know what I mean. Say the old lady is in extremis, and we can easily revive her as soon as we get over to Wiesbaden.’
‘But what is the necessity for such extraordinary haste?’ demanded Nora. ‘It cannot only be because you have lost money over this visit. Surely the delay of a day or two cannot make much difference in comparison with running the risk of offending people who have honestly wished to give us pleasure? You know what my opinion has been all along, Ilfracombe, that Mr Portland leads you into a great deal of folly, and I shall be but too thankful if this is the end of it; still we owe something to the hospitality of the Bowmants; and now we are here, I cannot see what harm a day or two more can do us.’
The earl saw that he was worsted in the argument, so he contented himself with begging his wife to make arrangements to leave Usk as soon as she could, determining inwardly not to lose sight of her if possible till she had done so. The announcement next morning of their intended departure gave general dissatisfaction. The Bowmants declared they had not seen half the beauties of the surrounding country, and that they had just made arrangements for a picnic party, and a dance, and a lot of other gaieties. Nora expressed her sorrow at the necessity of cutting their visit short; but the earl said little, and gave one the impression that the sudden determination had not originated with himself. Jack Portland, for one, took it so, and seized the first opportunity he could to speak to Nora on the subject.
‘Well, my lady,’ he commenced, ‘and so this is your doing, is it?—your little plan for dragging Ilfracombe from the jaws of the sharks.’
‘I don’t understand you,’ said Lady Ilfracombe.
‘Oh, yes, you do. This sudden idea of leaving the Hall emanated from your fertile brain alone. Ilfracombe had no idea of it yesterday. He told me he was enjoying himself up to date, and should remain here as long as I did. But you got hold of him last night and forced the poor fellow to follow your lead. I see through it all as plain as a pikestaff.’
‘Then you are utterly mistaken, Mr Portland. I had nothing to do with it. My husband told me yesterday that he wished to go, and it was with some difficulty that I persuaded him not to leave this morning. But that would have seemed so rude to the Bowmants.’
‘But what is at the bottom of it?’
‘You heard me tell Lady Bowmant that we have received a letter from Wiesbaden, to say that—’