CHAPTER XVII

LADY O'HARA WINS HER POINT

Lady O'Hara looked across at her sleeping husband with no little

severity in her glance. He was stretched in a chair beneath a giant oak,

and she was busied with some needlework a few paces from him. O'Hara's

eyes were shut and his mouth open. My lady frowned and coughed. She

rasped her throat quite considerably, but it was not without effect; her

spouse shut his mouth and opened one lazy eyelid. Immediately my lady

assumed an air of gentle mournfulness, and the eye regarding her

twinkled a little, threatening to close. Molly looked reproachful, and

began to speak in an aggrieved tone:

"Indeed, and I do not think it at all kind in you to go to sleep when I

want to talk, sir."

O'Hara hastily opened the other eye.

"Why, my love, I was not asleep! I was--er--thinking!"

"Do you say so, sir? And do you usually think with your mouth

open--_snoring_?"

O'Hara started up.

"I'll swear I did not snore!" he cried. "Molly, 'tis a wicked tease ye

are!"

"Miles, 'tis a big baby you are!" she mimicked. "There is a caterpillar

on your wig, and 'tis on crooked."

"The caterpillar?" asked O'Hara, bewildered.

"No, stupid, the wig. I had best straighten it for you, I suppose." She

rose and stooped over him, settling the wig and removing the caterpillar

by means of two leaves, judiciously wielded. Then she dropped a kiss on

her husband's brow and sat down at his feet.

"First, you have never asked me where I was gone to all yesterday

afternoon."

O'Hara had been carefully broken in, and he now knew what was expected

of him, and put on an expression of great interest.

"Where _did_ ye go, my lady?"

"I went to call on Miss Beauleigh and her niece, sir!"

She looked up at him triumphantly and a little challengingly.

"The devil ye did!"

"Certainly, sir. I knew that there was something in the air, and I

remembered your letter to me saying that Jack was in love with Diana. So

I thought I would go and see her for myself."

Miles looked down at her half indulgently, half vexedly.

"Did you, puss?"

"I did. And I found that she was in love with him as well as he with

her--of course."

"Of course?"

"Who could help falling in love with him? He's so monstrous captivating,

I would like to marry him myself."

She bent her head to hide the roguish smile that had sprung to her lips.

"I beg your pardon?" asked O'Hara, startled.

My lady traced patterns on his knee.

"Provided, of course, that I had not already married you, Miles."

But O'Hara had seen the smile. He heaved a great sigh, and said in

lugubrious tones:

"There is always the river, madam."

My lady's finger wavered and stopped, and her hand tucked itself away

into his.

"That is not a nice joke, Miles."

He laughed, and tweaked one of her curls.

"Sure, and did ye not ask for it, asthore?"

"Of course I did not. But about Jack, dear--"

"I thought it _was_ about Jack?"

"Miles, will you be quiet and attend?"

"Yes, m'dear."

"Very well, then. As I have told you, I drove over to Littledean

yesterday afternoon, and made the acquaintance of the Miss Beauleighs."

"And what did ye think of them?"

"I thought Diana was wonderfully beautiful--such eyes, Miles!--and such

hair! Miss Beauleigh is very amiable, and so droll! I drank a dish of

tay with them, and I spoke of Jack--"

"Madcap, never tell me ye called him Carstares?"

"No, you great gaby! Of course I did not. As it chanced, Miss Beauleigh

mentioned him first, and she called him Mr. Carr. So I did, too. And I

noticed that Diana said scarce a word about him, and when she did 'twas

of the coolest. That, of course, made me all the more certain that she

loved him."

O'Hara was plainly puzzled.

"But why should you be certain if she did not speak of him, alanna?"

"'Tis what you'll never understand, my dear, because you are but a man.

But no matter--I knew. I quite adored Diana, and determined to talk to

her alone. So I admired the roses, and she offered to escort me round

the garden, which was what I wanted. We went out together. I think Diana

must have liked me, for--"

"Nonsense!"

"Be quiet, Miles!--for she dropped her ice and became quite friendly.

And I talked a lot."

She was aware of a convulsive movement above her, and a suppressed

cough. She raised inquiring eyebrows.

"Well, sir?"

"Nothing, asthore--nothing. Go on with the tale--you were saying--"

"That I talked a lot." She paused, and her eyes dared him; then she

dimpled and dropped her lashes over them. "I shan't tell you all I

said--"

A relieved sigh interrupted her.

"And if you continue to behave in this disagreeable fashion I shall not

say another word about anything!"

Having satisfied herself that he was not going to venture a retort, she

continued:

"We had a long chat, and I gathered, from all she said and left unsaid,

that Jack, for some foolish reason, will not ask her to marry him."

"Foolish reason, asthore?" he interrupted.

"Oh, I know you consider it a remarkable fine reason, but I tell you,

'tis rank cruelty to that poor child. As if she cared about highwaymen!"

"'Twas not so much that, I take it, as--"

"Yes, but he could tell her he was innocent--oh, Miles, do not look so

provoking! Of course he could! I vow if you had treated me so, I would

never have let you go until you had truly repented! I am of a mind to

speak to Jack."

"'Twould be an entertaining sight, but ye'll kindly have a care how you

touch him, my lady."

"He does not understand. I _know_ she would be proud to marry him--"

"And ye'd think it a fine thing in Jack to ask her, the way things are

with him at present?"

"I--oh, I don't know!"

"No, me love. Jack is right: he must first clear his name."

"Then, gracious goodness me, why does he not?" cried Molly, exasperated.

This time it was O'Hara's turn to look superior.

"Well, alanna, that's a question ye cannot hope to understand--because

ye are but a woman."

Lady O'Hara ignored the challenge.

"But what is to be done?"

"Nought. He will have to work it out himself. He bound me to secrecy

some time ago, or I would be tempted to speak to Richard."

"I quite _hate_ Richard!" she cried. "He must be a selfish, unkind

person. And now Jack swears he must go away almost at once--and, oh! you

should have seen Diana's face of despair when I mentioned that he was

going abroad again. Miles, we must keep him here as long as ever we can!

Oh, dear! 'tis all very worrying."

She broke off as O'Hara pressed her hand warningly. My lord was coming

across the lawn towards them.

"I am in dire disgrace," he said. "I was left with your ferocious baby,

Molly, and to quiet him, I gave him a string of beads that you had left

on the table."

"My precious Indian wooden beads!"

"Yes--I believe so. Anyway, the paint came off, and when Jane returned,

David looked as though he had some horrible disease. She was most

annoyed about it." He sat down in Molly's lately vacated chair, and

carefully wiped a daub of green from his forefinger.

Molly laughed.

"Poor Jane! She will have such a task to clean him. But you've arrived

most opportunely. We were talking of you."

O'Hara groaned inwardly, and tried to frown her down.

"You were? I am flattered! May I ask what you were saying?"

"Why, that we do not want you to go back to France."

O'Hara breathed again.

"That is very kind of you, my lady. I regret the necessity myself."

"Are you sure it is necessary? You might just as well live in a nice

place near here, with a dear old woman to keep house for you--and--and

Jim--and--lots of pleasant things."

My lord shook his head.

"No, thank you!"

"Yes, yes! And later on you could choose a wife!" she continued

audaciously.

"Not at all. There would be no choice; I should be made to marry the

dear old woman. You would bully me into it."

She laughed.

"Seriously, Jack, could you not settle down near here?"

"Not with that old woman, Molly."

"Never mind her; won't you consider it? No one need know you--in fact,

you need see no one--and--oh, Jack! don't look like that. Miles, is he

not ridiculous?"

"Sure, alanna, 'tis a dreary life he'd be leading," chuckled O'Hara.

"I see what it is, Molly. You have planned to make me a recluse, _and_

to marry me to my housekeeper. I protest, 'tis great ill-usage!"

Molly eyed him doubtfully.

"Would you _much_ object to the life, John?"

"Madam," he replied solemnly, "you would find my corpse in the garden at

the end of the first week."

"Of course I should not like that," she pondered. "But I do not see what

else we can do for you. Oh, and that reminds me! I drove over to

Littledean yesterday--Miles, my love, will you be so kind as to fetch me

my hat? I protest, the sun--"

"We will move more into the shade," said her disobliging husband.

"Oh, well! 'tis of no account, though I did hear that Brown was wanting

to speak to you about the new cob--"

"'Tis prodigious thoughtful of you, Molly, but I met Brown some time

ago."

Lady O'Hara gave it up.

"Well, as I was saying, Jack, I went to call at Horton House. Dear me,

what a beautiful girl Diana is, to be sure!"

Carstares tried to think of something to say, and failing, made a

non-committal sound.

"Yes. They both sent their kind wishes, and hoped you were better.

Goodness! 'tis very close here. I wonder if you will give me your arm

round the garden? And would _you_ fetch me my hat? I left it in the

hall, I think. Thank you very much!"

She waited until he was out of earshot before she turned to her husband.

"Now, Miles, you must please to stay where you are. I am not going to do

anything indiscreet."

"Molly, I can't have ye worry him--"

"No such thing! I am going to coax him to stay here instead of going

abroad. I feel sure that if we can but persuade him to stay, something

will happen."

"What will happen?"

"Something!"

"How do ye know?"

"I don't know; I only feel it."

"Very well, asthore. If you can tease Jack into staying, I'll bless ye."

"That will be most enjoyable, I make no doubt!" she answered, and

stepped back out of reach.

"Oh, thank you, John!" She tied the hat over her curls, and placed her

hand on my lord's arm. "Lazy Miles is going to sleep again!" she said.

"And I so dislike to hear him snore, so let's go a long way away--into

the rose garden!"

"Don't go so far as all that!" drawled Miles, closing his eyes. "You

will tire yourselves."

"Do you allow him to make these ribald remarks?" inquired Jack, waiting

for her to extricate a stone from her shoe.

"Not usually," she answered. "He takes advantage when you are here." She

dropped the pebble on top of O'Hara and strolled away with my lord.

As soon as they had rounded a corner in the shrubbery, she commenced the

attack.

"I want to speak to you of Miles," she confided. "He is so worried."

"Is he, Molly? Faith, I hadn't noticed it!"

She reflected that neither had she, but continued, nothing daunted:

"Ah, but he is!"

"What worries him?"

"You," sighed the lady mournfully. "'Tis the thought of your leaving us.

I feel it myself."

"Why--"

"He had hoped you would be with us for a long time--as I had."

"'Tis monstrous good of you both, but--"

"I am sure I do not know what I shall do with Miles when you are gone.

He was so looking forward to having you with him."

"Molly--"

"And, indeed, it has come as a great disappointment to both of us to

hear you talk of leaving. Won't you think better of it?"

"Molly, you overwhelm me.... How can I remain here indefinitely?"

"If only you would! You don't know how happy it would make us. I declare

Miles will worry himself quite ill if you persist in being so unkind."

"Oh, Molly, you rogue!"

She could not repress a smile, but checked it almost at once. "I mean

it, Jack."

"What! That Miles is worrying himself ill over me? Fie!"

"Perhaps not as bad as that," she admitted. "But, indeed, he is much

perturbed ... and, oh! I wish that you would not make us so unhappy."

She dabbed at her eyes with a wispy handkerchief, but managed to watch

his face all the same. "David loves you so, the pet! and Miles is so

delighted to have found you again--and _I_ like you--and--and--and I

think 'twill be indeed rude and horrid if you do go--besides being so

silly!"

"Do you, Molly? You make me feel I should be an ungrateful boor to

refuse--"

The handkerchief was whisked away.

"Then, of course you won't try to refuse! You'll stay? Promise!"

"I cannot thank you enough--"

"Oh, you nice Jack! Till the autumn? Promise!"

"Molly, I really--"

"Promise! I shall cry if you do not!"

"I cannot! How could I prey upon your hospitality for so--"

"What rubbish, Jack! As if Miles had not spent months and months at

Wyncham when you were boys--"

"That was different--"

"--when you were boys, and now you are so proud that you refuse to stay

three miserable little months with us--"

"No, no, Molly; indeed, 'tis not that!"

"Confess, if Miles were a bachelor, you would not hesitate?" He was

silent, nonplussed.

"You see! And just because he has a wife you are disagreeable and proud.

You feel you cannot bear to stay with me--"

"I swear I do not!"

"Then why do you refuse?" she triumphed.

"Molly--really, I--" He broke off, laughing. "You little wretch, you

leave me nothing to say!"

"Then you will stay, as I ask?"

"You are quite sure--"

"Quite."

"Thank you very much, I will stay. 'Tis monstrous good of you, I vow.

When you are tired of me, say so."

"I will," she promised. "Oh, but we shall do famously! How pleased Miles

will be! By the way," she continued, airily, "I asked the Miss

Beauleighs to honour us on Wednesday, but, unfortunately, they could

not. Still, perhaps some other d--"

She stopped, a little frightened, for he was standing before her,

gripping her shoulders in a very elder-brotherly fashion.

"Listen to me, Molly. I know that you have discovered that I love Diana,

and I know that you think to be very kind and to bring us together. But

I tell you that 'twill not be kind at all, only very cruel to us both.

If you worry her to come here, I must go. Do you see?"

Molly looked into the stern eyes, and her lip trembled.

"I'm very--sorry!" she faltered.

Jack drew her arm through his once more.

"'Tis nothing to be sorry about; and, indeed, I am very grateful to you

for trying to make me happy. But please do not!"

"No, I promise I will not. But--but do you think you are being quite

fair to--"

"Molly, tell me this: do you think you are being quite good to disobey

your husband?"

The blue eyes were dancing. She smiled doubtfully.

"What do you mean, Jack?"

"Do you tell me that Miles did not expressly forbid you to mention this

subject to me?"

She pulled her hand away, her mouth forming a soundless

"Oh!"

"Well--well--well, how horrid of you!" she cried, and shook her fist at

him. "I'm going now!"

Later, she found her husband in the library, and ran into his arms.

"Do you mind holding me tightly?" she asked. "I've--I've been put in the

corner!"

"What?" O'Hara drew her on to his knee.

"Yes--figuratively--by Jack. I think, perhaps, I shouldn't like to marry

him after all!"

"What has he done?"

"N-nothing. I'm _afraid_," polishing one of his buttons with an

assiduous finger, "I'm _afraid_ that it was rather my own fault!"

"Oh!"

"Yes--but I only said _very_ little about the Miss Beauleighs, and he

suddenly turned into an iceberg and made me feel like a naughty little

girl. But he is going to stay, all the same; so kiss me, Miles!"