“Because, my dear Aylward, unless my observation is at fault, there is another Richard in the field, our late partner, Vernon, of whom, by the way, Barbara is extremely fond, though it may only be in a friendly fashion. At any rate she pays more attention to his wishes and opinions than to mine and yours put together.”
At the mention of Alan’s name Aylward started violently.
“I feared it,” he said, “and he is more than ten years my junior and a soldier, not a man of business. Also there is no use disguising the truth, although I am a baronet and shall be a peer and he is nothing but a beggarly country gentleman with a D.S.O. tacked on to his name, he belongs to a different class to us, as she does too on her mother’s side. Well, I can smash him up, for you remember I took over that mortgage on Yarleys, and I’ll do it if necessary. Practically our friend has not a shilling that he can call his own. Therefore, Haswell, unless you play me false, which I don’t think you will, for I can be a nasty enemy,” he added with a threat in his voice, “Alan Vernon hasn’t much chance in that direction.”
“I don’t know, Aylward, I don’t know,” replied Haswell, shaking his white head. “Barbara is a strong-willed woman and she might choose to take the man and let the money go, and then—who can stop her? Also I don’t like your idea of smashing Vernon. It isn’t right, and it may come back on our own heads, especially yours. I am sorry that he has left us, as you were on Friday night, for somehow he was a good, honest stick to lean on, and we want such a stick. But I am tired now, I really can’t talk any more. The doctor warned me against excitement. Get the girl’s consent, Aylward, and we’ll see. Ah! here comes my soup. Good-bye for the present.”
When Sir Robert came down to luncheon he found Barbara looking particularly radiant and charming, already presiding at that meal and conversing in her best French to the foreign gentlemen, who were paying her compliments.
“Forgive me for being late,” he said; “first of all I have been talking to your uncle, and afterwards skimming through the articles in yesterday’s papers on our little venture which comes out to-morrow. A cheerful occupation on the whole, for with one or two exceptions they are all favourable.”
“Mon Dieu,” said the French gentlemen on the right, “seeing what they did cost, that is not strange. Your English papers they are so expensive; in Paris we have done it for half the money.”
Barbara and some of the guests laughed outright, finding this frankness charming.
“But where have you been, Miss Champers? I thought that we were going to have a round of golf together. The caddies were there, I was there, the greens had been specially rolled this morning, but there was no You.”
“No,” she answered, “because Major Vernon and I walked to church and heard a very good sermon upon the observance of the Sabbath.”