‘I am not, as a rule, greatly given to dreaming in broad daylight, Lady Gladys,’ he said good-humouredly; ‘and as for the poetry, I’ll promise to dedicate my first volume of sonnets, or whatever they call them, to yourself. I am afraid, though, you will have to wait a little before I take a plunge into literature.’
‘Of books–of a sort, you have been rather a diligent compiler,’ said Lord Harrogate, smiling.
Jasper bit his lip; but it was in a careless tone that he rejoined: ‘That’s only too true; but let me tell you, Harrogate, there goes more of hard thinking to the composition of a betting-book than people usually suppose.–I was on my way to the house, meaning to inflict a little of my dullness on you, Lady Maud, but you are early abroad.’
‘Yes; and you may as well walk down with us,’ said Lady Maud. ‘We are going to the school, to see how my friend, Miss Gray, the school-mistress, fares after her moorland adventure of Saturday. You heard of it, Captain Denzil?’
No; Jasper had not heard of it. And on receiving an account of it from Lady Maud’s lips, the captain said, with never so little of a sneer, that the episode was ‘quite romantic.’
‘Come and see the heroine of it,’ said bright-eyed Lady Gladys; ‘and you who affect to admire nothing, will be compelled to admit that you have seen a face such as we very seldom behold except in a picture.’
The party walked on together thus chatting until they reached the village. The young people of the two great houses, High Tor and Carbery Chase, had naturally been well acquainted with one another from an early period; and the two elder of the De Vere girls were disposed to pity Jasper rather than to blame him for the recklessness that had brought about his exile from the haunts of fashion. But the captain knew that Lord Harrogate and he were uncongenial spirits. He did not like Harrogate, and he had a shrewd idea that Harrogate despised him. We cannot, however, be very eclectic in the depths of the country as regards those with whom we associate, and hence these two young men, of natures so dissimilar, tolerated one another because of the ancient friendship existing between their families.
The school was reached, and Ethel its mistress, still pale, but lovely as one of the white roses in her tiny garden, came forward to receive her distinguished visitors, and paid her tribute of thanks to Lord Harrogate for the service he had rendered her, with a modest grace which was all the more charming from its extreme simplicity of words and manner.
‘I was too weak and faint the other evening, my Lord, to say what I felt as to your–your great kindness.’
And a princess could not have spoken better. It was Lord Harrogate who seemed embarrassed, as your honest Briton, gentle or simple, is embarrassed by being thanked. And then, while Lady Maud eagerly told how jelly and hothouse fruit and port wine had been despatched from High Tor to the moorland cottage for the benefit of little Lenny Mudge, and how the parish doctor spoke hopefully of his small patient, Jasper looked at Ethel Gray with a sort of wonder, as at the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, and the most thoroughly a lady, not even excepting Lady Gladys De Vere. But he said nothing, and lounged carelessly off with the party when adieus had been exchanged with Miss Gray.