Lacy was occupied in making desperate love to the Russian lady
CHAPTER VI.
A month had passed, and the three ladies still remained at Ferrers Court, though other visitors had come and gone, lots of them. Lacy was still there also, and occupied in making desperate love to the Russian lady, utterly ignoring two important facts—one that she only laughed at him, the other that she was three years his senior.
But while all this was going on, Bootles had fallen in love at last, as men and women only fall once in their lives, and of course the lady was Madame Gourbolska’s friend, Miss Grace—had he but known it, the mother of Mignon.
But Bootles never suspected that for a moment. True, there was a likeness so strong as to proclaim the truth, and many a time Miss Grace wondered, when she caught sight of the child’s face and her own in a glass, that all these people did not see it. Yet neither Bootles nor any one else did see it, and the game of love was played on with desperate earnestness on his side, and with equally desperate desire to prevent it on hers.
But Bootles admired shy game, and Miss Grace’s evident shyness made him only the more earnest; and not being troubled with that faint heart which never won fair lady, he had no intention of allowing Madame Gourbolska to depart from beneath his roof without asking Miss Grace to return to it as its mistress. Therefore one afternoon, when he returned from hunting in much bespattered pink, and went into the fire-lit library, where he found Miss Grace half dreaming by the fire, he shut the door with the intention of getting it over at once. Miss Grace rose with some signs of confusion.
“Don’t go for a minute,” said Bootles; “I want to speak to you. It seems to me that you have grown very fond of my little Mignon. Is it not so?”
Miss Grace caught at the carvings of the oaken chimney-shelf to steady herself, and her heart began to beat hard and fast.