Promised to present a fellow to you.'

Horatia got up 'Well b-but-'

The Viscount took her hand to draw it through his arm, and as he did so pinched her fingers significantly. Under- standing this brotherly nip to mean that he had something of importance to say to her, Horatia sketched a curtsy to Lady Ma.s.sey, and prepared to walk away with the Viscount, only pausing to say seriously: P-perhaps we shall try a throw against each other some day, my lord.' 'Perhaps,' Lethbridge bowed.

The Viscount led her firmly out of earshot. 'Good G.o.d, Horry, what's all this?' he demanded, with pious intention but a complete absence of tact. 'Keep away from Lethbridge: he's dangerous. Damme, was there ever such a one for getting the wrong company?'

'I sh-shan't keep away from him,' declared Horatia. 'Lady M-Ma.s.sey says he is a hardened g-gamester!'

'So he is,' said the ill-advised Viscount. 'And you're no pigeon for his plucking, Horatia, let me tell you.'

Horatia pulled her hand away, her eyes flashing. 'And l-let me tell you, P-Pel, that I'm a m-married lady now, and I w-won't be ordered about by you!'

'Married! Ay, so you are, and you've only to let Rule get wind of this and there'll be the devil to pay. The Ma.s.sey too!

'Pon my soul, if ever I met another to equal you!'

'W-well, and what have you against Lady M-Ma.s.sey?' said Horatia.

'What have I-? Oh Lord!' The Viscount tugged ruefully at his solitaire. 'I suppose you don't - no, exactly. Now don't plague me with a lot of silly questions, there's a good girl.

Come and drink a gla.s.s of negus.'

Still standing by the couch, Lord Lethbridge watched the departure of the brother and sister, and turned his head to observe Lady Ma.s.sey. 'Thank you, my dear Caroline,' he said sweetly. 'That was vastly kind of you. Did you know it?'

'Do you think me a fool?' she retorted. 'When that plum drops into your hand, remember then to thank me.'

'And the egregious Winwood, I fancy,' remarked his lordship, helping himself to a pinch of snuff. 'Do you want that plum to fall into my hand, dear lady?'

The look that pa.s.sed between them was eloquent enough.

'We need not fence,' Lady Ma.s.sey said crisply. 'You have your own ends to serve; maybe I can guess what they are. My ends I daresay you know.'

'I am quite sure that I do,' grinned Lethbridge. 'Do forgive me, my dear, but though I have a reasonable hope of achieving mine, I'm willing to lay you any odds you don't achieve yours.

Now is not that outspoken? You did say we need not fence, did you not?'

She stiffened. 'What am I to understand by that, if you please?'

'Just this,' said Lethbridge, shutting his enamelled snuffbox with a snap. 'I don't need your a.s.sistance, my love. I play my cards to suit myself, neither to oblige you nor Crosby.'

'I imagine,' she said dryly, 'we all of us desire the same thing.'

'But my motive,' replied his lordship, 'is by far the purest.'

Chapter Seven.

Lady Ma.s.sey, accepting Lethbridge's snub with toler-able equanimity, had no difficulty in interpreting his last cryptic speech. Her momentary anger gave place immediately to a somewhat cynical amus.e.m.e.nt. She herself was hardly of the stuff that could plan the undoing of a bride for no more personal reason than a desire for revenge on the groom, but she was able to appreciate the artistry of such a scheme, while the cold-bloodedness of it, though rather shocking, could not but entertain her. There was something a little devilish in it, and it was the devil in Lethbridge that had always attracted her.

Nevertheless, had Horatia been any other man's wife than Rule's she would have thought shame to lend herself even pa.s.sively to so inhuman a piece of mischief. But Lady Ma.s.sey, prepared before she set eyes on Horatia to resign herself to the inevitable, had changed her mind. She flattered herself that she knew Rule, and who knowing him could think for a moment that this ill-a.s.sorted union could end in anything but disaster?

He had married for an heir, for a gracious chatelaine, certainly not for the alarums and excursions that must occur wherever Horatia went.

Something he had once said to her remained significantly in her memory. His wife must care for him - only for him. She had caught then a glimpse of steel, implacable as it was unexpected.

Rule, for all his easy going, would be no complaisant husband and if this loveless marriage of convenience went awry, why then, divorce was not so rare in these days. If a d.u.c.h.ess could suffer it, so too might a Countess. Once free of his tempestuous wife, with her hoydenish flights and her gaming excesses, he would turn with relief to one who created no scenes and knew to a nicety how to please a man.

It suited Lady Ma.s.sey very well to permit Lethbridge to work his mischief; she wanted to have no hand in it; it was an ugly business after all, and her provocative words to Horatia had been the malicious prompting of the moment rather than a concerted attempt to throw her into Lethbridge's arms. Yet finding herself beside Horatia at Vauxhall Gardens a week later, and seeing Lethbridge answer a beckoning gesture from a fair beauty in one of the boxes only with a wave of his hand, she could not resist the impulse to say: 'Alas, poor Maria!

What a fruitless task to attempt Robert Lethbridge's enslavement ! As though we had not all tried - and failed!'

Horatia said nothing, but her eyes followed Lethbridge with a speculative gleam in them.

It did not need Lady Ma.s.sey's words to spur up her interest.

Lethbridge, with his hawk-eyes and his air of practised ease, had at the outset attracted her, already a trifle bored by the adulation of younger sparks. He was very much the man-of-the-world, and to add to his fascination he was held to be dangerous. At the first meeting it had seemed as though he admired her; had he shown admiration more plainly at the second his charm might have dwindled. He did not. He let half the evening pa.s.s before he approached her and then he exchanged but the barest civilities and pa.s.sed on. They met at the card table at Mrs Delaney's house. He held the bank at pharaoh and she won against the bank. He complimented her, but still with that note of mockery as though he refused to take her seriously. Yet, when she walked in the Park with Mrs Maulfrey two days later and he rode past, he reined in and sprang lightly down from the saddle and came towards her, leading his mount, and walked beside her a considerable distance, as though he were delighted to have come upon her.

'La, child!' cried Mrs Maulfrey, when at last he took his leave of them. 'You'd best have a care - he's a wicked rake, my dear! Don't fall in love with him, I beg of you!'

'F-fall in love!' said Horatia scornfully. 'I want to play c-cards with him!'

He was at the d.u.c.h.ess of Queensberry's ball, and did not once approach her. She was piqued, and never thought to blame Rule's presence for his defection. Yet when she visited the Pantheon in Lady Amelia Pridham's party, Lethbridge, arriving solitary midway through the evening, singled her out and was so a.s.siduous in his attentions that he led her to suppose that at last they were becoming intimate. But upon a young gentleman's approaching to claim Horatia's attention his lordship relinquished her with a perfectly good grace and very soon afterwards withdrew to the card-room. It was really most provoking, quite enough to make any lady determined to plan his downfall, and it did much to spoil her enjoyment of the party. Indeed, the evening was not a success. The Pantheon, so bright and new, was very fine, of course, with its pillars and its stucco ceilings and its great glazed dome, but Lady Amelia, most perversely, did not want to play cards, and in one of the country dances Mr Laxby, awkward creature, trod on the edge of her gown of diaphanous Jouy cambric just come from Paris, and tore the hem past repair. Then, too, she was obliged to decline going for a picnic out to Ewell on the following day on the score of having promised to drive to Kensington (of all stuffy places!) to visit her old governess, who was living there with a widowed sister. She had half a notion that Lethbridge was to be at the picnic and was seriously tempted to bury Miss Lane in oblivion. However, the thought of poor Laney's disappointment prevented her from taking this extreme step, and she resolutely withstood all the entreaties of her friends.

The afternoon dutifully spent in Kensington proved to be just as dull as she had feared it would be and Laney, so anxious to know all she had been doing, so full of tiresome gossip, made it impossible for her to leave as soon as she would have liked to have done. It was very nearly half past four before she entered her coach, but fortunately she was to dine at home that evening before going with Rule to the Opera, so that it did not greatly signify that she was bound to be late.

But she felt that she had spent an odious day, the only ray of consolation - and that, she admitted, a horridly selfish one - being that the weather, which had promised so well in the morning, had become extremely inclement, quite unsuitable for picnics, the sky being overcast by lunch-time, and some thunderous clouds gathering which made the light very bad as early as four o'clock. A threatening rumble sounded as she stepped into the coach, and Miss Lane at once desired her to remain on until the storm had pa.s.sed. Luckily the coachman was confident that it would hold off for some time yet, so that Horatia was not obliged to accept this invitation. The coachman was somewhat startled at receiving a command from her ladyship to spring his horses, as she was monstrously late. He touched his hat in a reluctant a.s.sent and wondered what the Earl would say if it came to his ears that his wife was driven into town at the gallop.

It was, accordingly, at a spanking pace that the coach headed eastwards, but a flash of lightning making one of the leaders shy badly across the road, the coachman soon steadied the pace, which, indeed, he had some trouble in maintaining, both his wheelers being good holders and quite unused to so headlong a method of progression.

The rain still held off, but lightning quivered frequently and the noise of thunder afar became practically continuous, while the heavy clouds overhead obscured the daylight very considerably and made the coachman anxious to pa.s.s the Knightsbridge toll-gate as soon as possible.

A short distance beyond the Halfway House, an inn midway between Knightsbridge and Kensington, a group of some three or four hors.e.m.e.n, imperfectly concealed by a clump of trees just off the road, most unpleasantly a.s.sailed the vision of both the men on the box. They were some way ahead, and it was difficult in the uncertain light to observe them very particularly. Some heavy drops of rain had begun to fall, and it was conceivable that the hors.e.m.e.n were merely seeking shelter from the imminent downpour. But the locality had a bad reputation, and although the hour was too early for highwaymen to be abroad the coachman whipped up his horses with the intention of pa.s.sing the dangerous point at the gallop, and recommended the groom beside him to be ready with the blunderbuss.

That worthy, peering uneasily ahead, disclosed the fact that he had not thought proper to bring this weapon, the expedition hardly being of a nature to render such a precaution necessary.

The coachman, keeping to the crown of the road, tried to a.s.sure himself that no highwaymen would dare to venture forth in broad daylight. 'Sheltering from the rain, that's all,' he grunted, adding rather inconsequently: 'Saw a couple of men hanged at Tyburn once. Robbing the Portsmouth Mail.

Desperate rogues, they was.'

They were now come within hailing distance of the mysterious riders, and to both men's dismay the group disintegrated and the three hors.e.m.e.n spread themselves across the road in a manner leaving no room for doubt of their intentions.

The coachman cursed under his breath, but being a stouthearted fellow lashed his horses to a still wilder pace in the hope of charging through the chain across the road. A shot, whistling alarmingly by his head, made him flinch involuntarily, and at the same moment the groom, quite pale with fright, grabbed at the reins and hauled on them with all his strength. A second shot set the horses swerving and plunging, and while the coachman and groom fought for possession of the reins a couple of the frieze-clad ruffians rode up and seized the leaders' bridles, and so brought the whole equipage to a standstill.

The third man, a big fellow with a mask covering his entire face, pressed up to the coach, shouting: 'Stand and deliver!'

and leaning from the saddle wrenched open the door.

Horatia, startled, but as yet unalarmed, found herself confronted by a large horse-pistol, held in a grimy hand. Her astonished gaze travelled upwards to the curtain-mask and she cried out: 'Gracious! F-foot-pads!'

A laugh greeted this exclamation and the man holding the barker said in a beery voice: 'Bridle culls, my pretty! We bain't no foot-scamperers! Hand over the gewgaws and hand 'em quick, see?'

'I shan't!' said Horatia, grasping her reticule firmly.

It seemed as though the highwayman was rather at a loss, but while he hesitated a second masked rider jostled him out of the way and made a s.n.a.t.c.h at the reticule. 'Ho-ho, there's a fat truss!' he gloated, wresting it from her, 'and a rum fam on your finger too! Now softly, softly!'

Horatia, far more angry than she was frightened at having her purse wrenched from her, tried to pull her hand away, and failing, dealt her a.s.sailant a ringing slap.

'How dare you, you odious p-person!' she raged.

This was productive only of another coa.r.s.e guffaw, and she was beginning to feel really rather alarmed when a voice suddenly shouted: 'Lope off! Lope off! or we'll be snabbled!

Coves on the road!'

Almost at the same moment a shot sounded, and hooves could be heard thundering down the road. The highwayman released Horatia in a twinkling; another shot exploded; there was a great deal of shouting and stamping and the highwaymen galloped off into the dusk. The next instant a rider on a fine bay dashed up to the coach and reined in his horse, rearing and plunging. 'Madam!' the newcomer said sharply, and then in tones of the utmost surprise: 'My Lady Rule! Good G.o.d, ma'am, are you hurt?'

'W-why, it's you!' cried Horatia. 'No, I'm n-not in the least hurt.'

Lord Lethbridge swung himself out of the saddle and stepped lightly up on to the step of the coach, taking Horatia's hand in his. 'Thank G.o.d I chanced to be at hand!' he said.

'There is nothing to frighten you now, ma'am. The rogues are fled.'

Horatia, an unsatisfactory heroine, replied gaily: 'Oh, I w-wasn't frightened, sir! It is the m-most exciting thing that has ever happened to m-me! But I must say I think they were very cowardly robbers to run away from one m-man.'

A soundless laugh shook his lordship. 'Perhaps they ran away from my pistols,' he suggested. 'So long as they have not harmed you-'

'Oh, n-no! But how came you on this road my l-lord?'

'I have been visiting friends out at Brentford,' he explained.

' I thought you were going to the p-picnic at Ewell ?' she said.

He looked directly into her eyes. 'I was,' he answered. 'But my Lady Rule did not join the party.'

She became aware that her hand was still reposing in his and drew it away. 'I d-didn't think you c-cared a rap for that,'

she said.

'Didn't you? But I did care.'

She looked at him for a moment and then said shyly: 'P-please will you d-drive back with m-me?'

He appeared to hesitate, that queer twisted smile hovering round his mouth.

'Why n-not?' Horatia asked.

'No reason in the world, ma'am,' he replied. 'If you wish it of course I will drive with you.' He stepped down into the road again, and summoned up the groom, telling him to mount the bay horse. The groom, who was looking shamefaced from his late encounter with the coachman, hastened to obey him. Lord Lethbridge again climbed into the coach; the door was shut; and in a few minutes the vehicle began to move forward in the direction of London.

Inside it Horatia said with the frankness her family considered disastrous: 'I quite thought you d-did not like m-me very much, you know.'

'Did you? But that would have been very bad taste on my part,' said his lordship.

'W-well, but you p-positively avoid me when we meet,'

Horatia pointed out. 'You know you d-do!'

'Ah!' said his lordship. 'But that is not because I do not like you, ma'am.'

'W-why, then?' asked Horatia bluntly.

He turned his head. 'Has no one warned you that Robert Lethbridge is too dangerous for you to know?'

Her eyes twinkled. 'Yes, any number of people. Did you g-guess that?'

'Of course I did. I believe Mamas all warn their daughters against my wicked wiles. I am a very desperate character, you know.'

She laughed. 'W-well, if I don't m-mind, why should you?'

'That is rather different,' Lethbridge replied. 'You see, you are - if you will let me say so - very young.'

'D-do you mean that I am too young to b-be a friend of yours?'

'No, that is not what I mean. You are too young to be allowed to do - unwise things, my dear.'

She looked inquiring. 'W-would it be unwise of me to know you?'

'In the eyes of the world, certainly it would.'

'I d-don't give a fig for the world!' declared Horatia roundly.

He stretched out his hand to take hers, and kissed her fingers. 'You are - a very charming lady,' he said. 'But were you and I to call friends, ma'am, the world would talk, and the world must not talk about my Lady Rule.'

'Why should people think odious things about you?' asked Horatia, indignation in her voice.

A sigh escaped him. 'Unfortunately, ma'am, I have made for myself a most shocking reputation and once one has done that there is no being rid of it. Now I feel quite sure that your excellent brother told you to have naught to do with Lethbridge. Am I right?'

She coloured. 'Oh, n-no one pays the least heed to P-Pel!'

she a.s.sured him. 'And if you will l-let me be a friend of yours I w-will be whatever anyone says!'

Again he seemed to hesitate. A warm hand once more clasped his. 'P-please let m-me!' Horatia begged.