The Quiet Gentleman

“The stupidest thing!” said Miss Morville, despising herself. “I wanted to stop Martin — I thought it was the one thing that would put you in danger! Only I tripped over my train, and fell! I cannot think how I came to do such a thing!”

The Earl slipped his arm behind her, and raised the hand he was still holding to his lips. “You guessed it all, didn’t you, most wise and most foolish Miss Morville?”

Miss Morville, finding his shoulder so invitingly close, was glad to rest her head against it. “Oh no! How could I think such a terrible thing? Was it true? I would not tell you the thoughts in my head, because they were so very dreadful! Besides,” she added, “it was not my business, and I was so very nearly sure that you knew!”

Her overstrained nerves then found relief in a burst of tears. But as the Earl chose to kiss her at this moment, she was obliged to stop crying, the merest civility compelling her to return his embrace. As soon as she was able to speak, she said, however, in a voice meant only for his ears: “Oh, no! Pray do not! It was all my folly, behaving in this missish way! You felt yourself obliged to comfort me! I assure you, I don’t regard it — shall never think of it again!”

“My poor dear, you must be very much shaken to say anything so foolish!” said the Earl lovingly. “Never did I think to hear such nonsense on my sage counsellor’s lips!”

“You would become disgusted with my odious common-sense. Try as I will, I cannot be romantic!” said Miss Morville despairingly.

His eyes danced. “Oh, I forbid you to try! Your practical observations, my absurd robin, are the delight of my life!”

Miss Morville looked at him. Then, with a deep sigh, she laid her hand in his. But what she said was: “You must mean a sparrow!”

“I will not allow you to dictate to me, now or ever, Miss Morville! I mean a robin!” said the Earl firmly, lifting her hand to his lips.

This interlude, which was watched with interest by the three servants, with complacence by Mrs. Morville, critically by the Viscount, who was trying to unravel the puzzle just set before him, and with hostility by the Dowager and Mr. Morville, seemed to break the spell which had hitherto held the rest of the company silent.

“St. Erth!” said the Dowager awfully.

“Take care you do not hurt her arm!” advised Mrs. Morville practically.

“Here!” said the Viscount, addressing himself to the domestic staff. “Nothing more for you to do here! You be off, all of you!”

Mrs. Marple and her ladyship’s maid, over-awed by his imperative manner, both dropped curtsies, and withdrew. Turvey, rigid with indignation, ignored him, and asked his master if there were any further service he could perform.

“None, I thank you. Go away!” said Gervase. Turvey bowed, and walked with great stateliness out of the Hall; and Mr. Morville, who had been controlling his feelings with a strong effort, said: “No doubt I am sadly behind the times, but it may be of interest to you to know, St. Erth, that in my day, it was customary, before making an offer to a young woman, to obtain the consent of her father!”

“Yes, sir, I shall endeavour to do so,” said the Earl, carefully disposing Miss Morville against the cushions. “Shall I find you at Gilbourne House, if I ride over to call upon you tomorrow?”

“Good gracious!” exclaimed Mrs. Morville, much amused. “Are we to conclude that you have not made Drusilla an offer, St. Erth?”

“Not yet, ma’am,” he replied, smiling at her. “But I assure you I mean to do so at the earliest opportunity!”

“Well, by the Lord Harry — !” said Martin, who had walked into the Hall in time to hear this interchange. “Do you mean St. Erth is to marry Drusilla? I must say, I think that’s a devilish good notion! And the best of it is it will be a famous set-down for Louisa! She told me she had quite made up her mind to it that you and her particular friend, Miss Capel, would make a match of it, Gervase! I’m dashed if I won’t write to Louisa this very evening!”

“Silence, Martin!” commanded the Dowager regally. “This must not be! I have a great regard for Drusilla: indeed, I should be glad to have her to live with me, for she is a very obliging girl, and I shall miss her sadly when she leaves me, but I do not consent to her alliance with my stepson!”

“And nor do I consent to it!” said Mr. Morville unexpectedly. “In fact, I forbid it!”

“I have other plans for my stepson!” said the Dowager, glaring at him.

“I have other plans for my daughter, ma’am!”

“Nonsense, Mr. Morville!” said his wife briskly.

“No use making plans for Ger, ma’am!” said the Viscount. “Always does as he chooses! Assure you!”

“Besides, if you mean Selina Daventry, Mama, we can’t have her at Stanyon!” said Martin.

“Daventry!” ejaculated Mr. Morville, deriving some obscure pleasure from this disclosure. “Ha!”

“What, not one of Arun’s daughters?” exclaimed the Viscount. “Not the red-headed one who makes such a figure of herself in the Park?”