“If I thought that — !” he said broodingly, his hand clenching on his knee.
“It does not appear to me,” interposed Lady Saltash dryly, “that either of you knows anything! Let me beg of you, my love, not to put yourself in a taking before ever that husband of yours has reached Bath! As for you, Wrotham — for I do not mean to stand upon ceremony with you! — you may escort us to the Pump Room, if you will be so obliging. I fancy the barouche is at the door already.”
George expressed his willingness to be of service, took the front seat in the carriage, facing the ladies, and behaved in a very docile way until the arrival on the scene of Mr Tarleton, who came up to them in the Pump Room, and greeted Hero with so much the air of a friend of long standing that George’s hackles rose instinctively. Hero made both gentlemen known to each other, and took the opportunity to whisper to Mr Tarleton, when George went to procure her second glass of the famous water for Lady Saltash, that this was none other than the fire-eater she had told him about. Mr Tarleton, who had a lively sense of humour, was immensely entertained, and he thanked Hero for her warning, and said that he would take good care not to incense so dangerous a young man. George, who had been keeping such a vicariously jealous eye upon Hero that he made himself very unpopular by forgetting to tip the pumper, soon rejoined them.
Closer scrutiny of Mr Tarleton informed him that this pleasant person was no longer in his first youth, and he unbent a little towards him. For his part, Mr Tarleton, quite as suspicious as George, but better able to hide it, could not detect in his manner towards Hero any trace of the lover. Lady Saltash, seated at a little distance, observed the trio with cynical enjoyment. Just such a situation as her mischievous nature delighted in appeared to be brewing.
When she and Hero were once more seated in the barouche, taking a turn about the town before going back to Camden Place, she said with the forthrightness which made her rather disconcerting: “Now, my love, I should be glad if you will inform me what you mean to do next?”
Hero shook her head helplessly.
“You don’t know. Nothing could be more disastrous! But perhaps you know whether or not you are willing tamely to relinquish your husband to this Beauty I hear so much about?”
Hero turned her face away, and stared blindly out of the window. “Oh, ma’am, pray do not ask me! I have — I have such wicked thoughts of poor Isabella!”
“Excellent! I am happy to perceive that there is some spirit in you! Well, let me tell you, my child, that if you mean to make a push to keep Anthony you should show yourself very well able to do without him. Do not be making sheep’s eyes at him, and begging his pardon for having taken exception to his overbearing ways! You are the injured one, remember! and — ”
“No, ma’am, indeed I am not!” Hero said earnestly. “It was all my fault for being so — ”