Count Bunker [60]
the wall, and by her kindness at length unloosed his tongue. Then it was she began to suspect that his nervous manner must surely be due to some peculiar circumstance rather than mere constitutional shyness. Made observant by her keen curiosity, she noticed at first a worried, almost hunted, look in his eyes and an extreme impatience of scrutiny by his fellow-guests; but as he gained confidence in her kindness and discretion these passed away, and he appeared simply a garrulous young man, with a tolerably good opinion of himself.
"Poor fellow! He is in trouble of some kind. Something to do with Eva, of course!" she said to her sympathetically.
The genuine Tulliwuddle had indeed some cause for perturbation. After keeping himself out of the way of all his friends and most of his acquaintances ever since the departure of his substitute, hearing nothing of what was happening at Hechnahoul, and living in daily dread of the ignominious exposure of their plot, he had stumbled by accident against his aunt, explained his prolonged absence from her house with the utmost difficulty, and found himself forced to appease her wounded feelings by appearing where he least wished to be seen--in a crowded London reception-room. No wonder the unfortunate young man seemed nervous and ill at ease.
As for Alicia, she was consumed with anxiety to know why he was here and not in Scotland, as Sir Justin had supposed; and, indeed, to learn a number of things. And now they were rapidly getting on sufficiently familiar terms for her to put a tactful question or two. Encouraged by her sympathy, he began to touch upon his own anxieties.
"A young man ought to get married, I suppose," he remarked confidentially.
The Baroness smiled.
"That depends on whether he likes any one well enough to marry her, doesn't it?"
He sighed.
"Do you think--honestly now," he said solemnly, "that one should marry for love or marry for money?"
"For love, certainly!"
"You really think so? You'd advise--er--advise a fellow to blow the prejudices of his friends, and that sort of thing?"
"I should have to know a little more about the case."
He was evidently longing for a confidant.
"Suppose er--one girl was ripping, but--well-- on the stage, for instance."
"On the stage!" exclaimed the Baroness. "Yes, please go on. What about the other girl?"
"Suppose she had simply pots of money, but the fellow didn't know much more about her?"
"I certainly shouldn't marry a girl I didn't know a good deal about," said the Baroness with conviction.
Lord Tulliwuddle seemed impressed with this opinion.
"That's just what I have begun to think," said he, and gazed down at his pumps with a meditative air.
The Baroness thought the moment had come when she could effect a pretty little surprise.
"Which of them is called Eva?" she asked archly.
To her intense disappointment he merely stared.
"Don't you really know any girl called Eva?"
He shook his head.
"Can't think of any one."
Suspicion, fear, bewilderment, made her reckless.
"Have you been in Scotland--at your castle, as I heard you were going?"
A mighty change came over the young man. He backed away from her, stammering hurriedly
"No--yes--I--er--why do you ask me that?"
"Is there any other Lord Tulliwuddle?" she demanded breathlessly.
He gave her one wild look, and then without so much as a farewell had turned and elbowed his way out of the room.
"It's all up!" he said to himself. "There's no use trying to play that game any longer--Essington has muddled it somehow. Well, I'm free to do what I like now!"
In this state of mind he found himself in the street, hailed the first hansom, and drove headlong from the dangerous regions of Belgravia.
. . . . . .
Till the middle of the next day the Baroness still managed to keep her own counsel, though she was now so alarmed that she was twenty times on the point of telling everything to her mother. But the arrival of a note from Sir Justin ended her irresolution. It ran thus:
"Poor fellow! He is in trouble of some kind. Something to do with Eva, of course!" she said to her sympathetically.
The genuine Tulliwuddle had indeed some cause for perturbation. After keeping himself out of the way of all his friends and most of his acquaintances ever since the departure of his substitute, hearing nothing of what was happening at Hechnahoul, and living in daily dread of the ignominious exposure of their plot, he had stumbled by accident against his aunt, explained his prolonged absence from her house with the utmost difficulty, and found himself forced to appease her wounded feelings by appearing where he least wished to be seen--in a crowded London reception-room. No wonder the unfortunate young man seemed nervous and ill at ease.
As for Alicia, she was consumed with anxiety to know why he was here and not in Scotland, as Sir Justin had supposed; and, indeed, to learn a number of things. And now they were rapidly getting on sufficiently familiar terms for her to put a tactful question or two. Encouraged by her sympathy, he began to touch upon his own anxieties.
"A young man ought to get married, I suppose," he remarked confidentially.
The Baroness smiled.
"That depends on whether he likes any one well enough to marry her, doesn't it?"
He sighed.
"Do you think--honestly now," he said solemnly, "that one should marry for love or marry for money?"
"For love, certainly!"
"You really think so? You'd advise--er--advise a fellow to blow the prejudices of his friends, and that sort of thing?"
"I should have to know a little more about the case."
He was evidently longing for a confidant.
"Suppose er--one girl was ripping, but--well-- on the stage, for instance."
"On the stage!" exclaimed the Baroness. "Yes, please go on. What about the other girl?"
"Suppose she had simply pots of money, but the fellow didn't know much more about her?"
"I certainly shouldn't marry a girl I didn't know a good deal about," said the Baroness with conviction.
Lord Tulliwuddle seemed impressed with this opinion.
"That's just what I have begun to think," said he, and gazed down at his pumps with a meditative air.
The Baroness thought the moment had come when she could effect a pretty little surprise.
"Which of them is called Eva?" she asked archly.
To her intense disappointment he merely stared.
"Don't you really know any girl called Eva?"
He shook his head.
"Can't think of any one."
Suspicion, fear, bewilderment, made her reckless.
"Have you been in Scotland--at your castle, as I heard you were going?"
A mighty change came over the young man. He backed away from her, stammering hurriedly
"No--yes--I--er--why do you ask me that?"
"Is there any other Lord Tulliwuddle?" she demanded breathlessly.
He gave her one wild look, and then without so much as a farewell had turned and elbowed his way out of the room.
"It's all up!" he said to himself. "There's no use trying to play that game any longer--Essington has muddled it somehow. Well, I'm free to do what I like now!"
In this state of mind he found himself in the street, hailed the first hansom, and drove headlong from the dangerous regions of Belgravia.
. . . . . .
Till the middle of the next day the Baroness still managed to keep her own counsel, though she was now so alarmed that she was twenty times on the point of telling everything to her mother. But the arrival of a note from Sir Justin ended her irresolution. It ran thus: