‘He said nothing to Papa about Denville that was in the least spiteful, ma’am,’ Cressy ventured to interpolate. ‘Indeed, he told Papa that although Denville had been a little wild he believed that nothing more than a – a suitable marriage was wanting to make him –’
‘Stuff and nonsense!’ exclaimed the Dowager, her eyes snapping. ‘Henry Brumby’s an old woman, and so I shall tell him! There’s nothing of the profligate about the boy, and never was! I daresay he’s had his adventures: why not? But I cut my wisdoms long before Brumby cut his, and if he thinks I don’t know the signs of a loose-screw he very much mistakes the matter! There ain’t one to be seen in Denville – and that you may believe, girl! I like him. Do you?’
This sudden question slightly discomposed Cressy, but upon being adjured to answer it, she said, blushing a little: ‘Yes, I do. Much – much better than I did at the outset. But –’
‘But what?’ demanded the Dowager, as Cressy hesitated.
Cressy shook her head. ‘Nothing, ma’am! That is – no, nothing!’
The Dowager looked narrowly at her, but said, after a moment: ‘Early days yet! I don’t mean to press you, so I’ll say no more. You ain’t a simpering miss, so you won’t underrate the advantages of this match. You know as well as I do that Denville’s a matrimonial prize: time was when I should have thought more of that than I do today. So was his father, and much good did it do silly little Amabel Cliffe when she caught him!’ She sat ruminating for a moment, and then abruptly changed the subject, saying: ‘I collect that Bonamy Ripple is coming to jo
in us tomorrow. What a bag-pudding! However, I shall be glad to see him, for he plays a good game of whist, and knows all the latest on-dits.’ She paused again, before adding, with the utmost reluctance: ‘I’ll say this for Amabel! – to be able to drag Ripple away from Brighton at this season is something indeed!’
But when Sir Bonamy lowered himself, with the assistance of two muscular footmen, from his travelling carriage next day no one would have supposed from his demeanour that the smallest force had been necessary to bring him away from the Pavilion to the seclusion of Ravenhurst. Radiating good-humour, he grasped Kit’s hand with one of his own pudgy ones, and declared that this was ‘something like!’ Wheezing only a very little from the exertion of descending from the carriage, he stood looking about him, a not unimposing, if preposterous figure, in the nattiest of country raiment, with a voluminous drab driving coat hanging open from his shoulders, and a shaggy, low-crowned beaver set rakishly askew over his curled and pomaded locks. ‘Very agreeable!’ he pronounced. ‘Very pleasing prospect! Do you know, my boy, I’ve never seen it in the summer before? Excellent! just the thing for recruiting nature! I feel as fresh as a nosegay already.’
Kit’s eyes twinkled. ‘I’m happy to welcome you here, sir!’
Sir Bonamy’s little round eyes stared at him for an unwinking moment. ‘Much obliged to you! Very prettily said!’
Recalling belatedly that his twin barely tolerated their mama’s most devoted admirer, Kit skated smoothly over this, saying: ‘But I should warn you that the exigencies of country life may perhaps put you quite out of frame! We dine at six, sir!’
‘No need to warn me,’ Sir Bonamy said, slowly mounting the shallow steps. ‘I know the country habit! But you have a very good cook, and if one partakes of only a morsel by way of a nuncheon one is ready for one’s dinner by six o’clock – with a mere snack for supper.’
‘Oh, we shall offer you more than a snack!’ promised Kit. ‘You will certainly need a supporting meal after an evening spent in playing whist with the Dowager Lady Stavely!’
‘So that’s it, is it?’ said Sir Bonamy, pausing at the top of the steps to get his breath back. His large frame was shaken by a chuckle. ‘Now I know why you’re happy to welcome me! Quite right! quite right! you leave the old lady to me! Ah!’
This last exclamation was evoked by the emergence from the house of his hostess, who gave him both her hands, and an embracing smile, saying: ‘Dear Bonamy, I knew I might depend upon you! Infamous to have invited you to such a dreadful party, but I needed you!’
Kissing her hands, and continuing to hold them in his, Sir Bonamy said fondly: ‘Now, my pretty – ! You know how happy it makes me to hear that! Ay, and you should know I couldn’t think any party dreadful which you grace! Anything I can do to oblige you I’ll do with alacrity. Just been telling Evelyn to leave Cornelia Stavely to me!’
‘Yes, but there is a worse thing!’ disclosed her ladyship. ‘I know I should have divulged it to you before, but I dared not, for fear you should refuse to come.’
‘No, no!’ he replied, releasing one of her hands so that he could pat the other. ‘Nothing could have made me do so! Not even if you had invited the greatest bore in the country!’
‘Well, that’s just what I have done,’ she said candidly. ‘It’s Cosmo!’
‘Your brother Cosmo?’ he asked.
‘And his wife, and his son!’ she said, making a clean breast of it.
‘Well, well!’ he said tolerantly. ‘I’m not acquainted with them, and I daresay Cliffe won’t fidget me very much. A dull dog, but there! No need to pay any heed to him, after all!’
‘I knew I might depend on you!’ said Lady Denville, withdrawing her hand from his, and tucking it into his arm. ‘Now you shall come into my own drawing-room, and drink a glass of wine, while your man unpacks your trunks, and tell me all the latest crim. con. stories!’
Kit, realizing that his presence was unwanted, went off to look for Miss Stavely. He found her, after an extensive search, in the Long Drawing-room, engaged in arranging fresh flowers in two of his mama’s new holders; and instantly demanded to be told who had set her to this task.
‘No one,’ she answered, her attention fixed on the exact placing of a tall lily. ‘I asked Lady Denville if I might do it for her, and she gave me leave – so, you see, I am not meddling, or being odiously encroaching!’
‘You know that’s not what I meant. But you can’t want to busy yourself with such matters! Mama assures me that there is nothing more exhausting.’
She laughed. ‘Yes, so she told me. I don’t find it anything but agreeable, however. Particularly here, where you have such a profusion of flowers. I’ve enjoyed myself uncommonly this morning, picking and choosing amongst them.’
‘I’m glad, but I wish you will leave one of the servants to finish the bowls!’
‘Certainly not! Why?’
‘To ride with me,’ he said, in a coaxing tone. ‘It’s not so hot today – and Mama’s mare needs exercise!’