Charles Rex by Ethel May Dell (easy readers .TXT) 📖

/> She shook her head instantly. "No, Bunny, I'm not going to. I'll run down to the lake if you like. There's sure not to be anyone there."
"All right," said Bunny, but he lingered still with his arm about her. "Will you kiss me, Toby?" he said suddenly.
"No," she said, and swiftly averted her face.
His arm tightened for a second, then he felt her brace herself against him and let her go. "All right," he said again. "We'll go down to the lake."
She threw him a swift glance of surprise, but he turned away to release Chops and unfasten his horse without further discussion.
Their way lay along a grass ride that ran beside the larch wood. Bunny walked gravely along, leading his horse. Toby moved lightly beside him.
Behind them the silence closed like the soft folds of a curtain, but it was not a silence devoid of life. As they drew away from the place, a man stepped out from the larches and stood motionless, watching them. A whimsical smile that was not without bitterness hovered about his mouth. As they passed from sight, he turned back into the trees and walked swiftly and silently away.
It was nearly a mile across the park to the lake in the hollow, and the boy and girl tramped it steadily with scarcely a word. Chops walked sedately by Toby's side, occasionally poking his nose under her hand. Bunny's face was stern. He had the look of a man who moved with a definite goal in view.
They came to the beechwood that surrounded the lake. The Castle from its height looked down over the terraced gardens upon one end of the water. It was a spot in fairyland.
They came to a path that led steeply downwards, and Bunny stopped. "I'll leave my animal here," he said.
Toby did not wait. She plunged straight down the steep descent. When he rejoined her, she was at the water's edge. She knelt upon a bed of moss and thrust her hands into the clear water. He stood above her for a moment or two, then knelt beside her and took the wet wrists very gently into a firm hold. She made a faint resistance, but finally yielded. He looked down at the hands nervously clenched in his grasp. He was older in that moment, more manly, than she had ever seen him.
"What's the matter, little girl?" he said softly. "What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing," said Toby instantly, and threw up her chin in the old dauntless way.
He looked at her closely. "Sure?"
The blue eyes met his with defiance. "Of course I'm sure. That horrid trap upset me, that's all."
He continued to look at her steadily. "That isn't why you won't have anything to say to me," he said.
Her colour rose under his gaze, but she would not avoid it. "Does it matter why?" she said.
"It does when I want to know," he answered. Again his look went to her hands. "How the little brute scored you! So much for gratitude!"
"You don't expect gratitude from a creature wild with fright," said Toby.
She spoke rather breathlessly, and he saw that she was on the verge of tears again. He got up and drew her to her feet.
"Let's walk for a bit!" he said.
She stood as one in doubt and he felt that she was trembling.
"I say--don't!" he said suddenly and winningly. "I won't do anything you don't like, I swear. You shan't be bothered. Can't you trust me?"
She made a little movement towards him, and he put his arm round her shoulders. They turned along the greensward side by side.
"It was awfully nice of you to come," Bunny said in that new gentle voice of his. "I didn't mean you to get there first, but old Bishop is so long-winded I couldn't get away."
"It didn't matter," said Toby with a nervous little smile.
"It did to me," said Bunny. "It would have saved you that anyway."
"But you'd have killed the hare," she said.
"Not if he hadn't been damaged," he said. "I'm not a brute. I don't kill for the sake of killing."
She looked incredulous. "Most men do. Don't you hunt? Don't you shoot?"
"Oh, you're talking of sport!" said Bunny.
"Yes, it's called sport," said Toby, an odd little vibration in her voice. "It's just a name for killing things, isn't it?"
Bunny considered the matter. "No, that's not fair," he decided. "Sport is sport. But I prefer to walk up my game and I never countenance digging out a fox. That's sport."
"There are very few sportsmen in the world," said Toby.
"Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I hope I'm one of 'em. I try to be," said Bunny.
She gave him a quick look. "I think you are. And so is Jake."
"Oh, Jake! Jake's magnificent. He's taught me all I know in that line. I used to be a horrid little bounder before I met Jake. He simply made me--body and soul." Bunny spoke with a simple candour.
"P'raps he had good stuff to work on," suggested Toby.
Bunny's arm drew her almost imperceptibly. "I don't think he had. My father was a wild Irishman, and my mother--well, she's dead too--but she wasn't anything to be specially proud of."
"Oh, was your mother a rotter?" said Toby, with sudden interest.
He nodded. "We don't talk about her much, Maud and I. She married a second time--a brute of a man who used to run the Anchor Hotel. They went to Canada, and she died."
"The Anchor Hotel!" said Toby. "That place at Fairharbour down by the shore?"
"Yes, Maud and I were there too at first. I was a cripple in those days, couldn't even walk. We had a fiendish time there--till Jake came."
"Ah!" Toby's blue eyes suddenly gleamed. "Did Maud marry Jake to get away?" she asked.
Bunny nodded again and began to smile. "Yes. We were in a beastly hole, she and I. Something had to be done."
"She didn't love him then?" questioned Toby, almost with eagerness.
"Oh no, not then. Not till long after. Jake and I were the pals. He was always keen enough on her, poor chap. But Charlie complicated matters rather in those days. You see, Charlie came first--before she ever met Jake."
"Charlie?" said Toby quickly.
"Lord Saltash. You knew he was an old friend, didn't you?"
"I didn't know--that he--and Maud--ever loved each other." Toby halted over the words as if they were somehow difficult to utter.
Bunny enlightened her with a boy's careless assurance. "Oh, that's a very old story. They were very fond of each other in their youth. In fact they were practically engaged. Then Charlie, who has always been a bit giddy, went a bit too far with Lady Cressady who was also a somewhat gay young person, and Sir Philip Cressady, who was a brute, tried to divorce her. He didn't succeed. The case fell through. But it set everyone by the ears, and Maud threw Charlie over. He pretends he didn't care, but he did--pretty badly, and he's never married in consequence."
"Oh, is that why?" said Toby.
"That's why. He's gone the pace fairly rapidly ever since. But he's a good chap at heart. Even Jake acknowledges that now, and he knows him as well as anyone."
"And--Maud?" said Toby, in a low voice. She was not looking at Bunny, but staring out over the still waters of the lake with a rather piteous intentness.
"Maud has always kept a soft place in her heart for him. She couldn't help it. Women can't."
"I see," said Toby. "And doesn't--Jake--mind?"
"Jake? No, not a bit. He's sure of her now. She thinks there's no one like him in the world. And she's quite right. There's not." Bunny spoke with warm enthusiasm.
Toby's brows were drawn a little. "Then--she isn't in love with Lord Saltash?" she said.
"No, not now. She just takes a motherly interest in him, tries to persuade him to settle down and be good--that sort of thing. I believe she feels rather responsible for him. He certainly bolted very thoroughly after she gave him up. It's all years ago of course. But he's never settled--never will."
"I see," said Toby.
A slight shiver went through her, and she looked up at Bunny with a small, pinched smile. "Fancy--Maud--giving him up!" she said.
"Well, she always had her share of pride, and he certainly didn't treat her with great consideration. He might have known she'd never stand it," said Bunny. "He only had himself to thank."
Toby's look was puzzled, oddly pathetic. "But he's such a king," she said. "I don't suppose he'd ever think of that."
Again Bunny's arm tightened about the narrow shoulders. There was something about her that appealed to him very deeply, something he sensed rather than saw.
"Haven't we talked about other people's affairs long enough now?" he suggested. "Don't you think we might turn our attention to our own?"
She coloured up to her blue-veined forehead. "If you like," she said rather faintly.
"Don't you think I deserve that kiss?" urged Bunny softly. "I've been awfully patient."
She lifted her lips with a gesture of submission, saying no word.
"Oh, not like that!" he said gently. "Not if you'd rather not, dear."
She caught her breath sharply; it was almost a sob. Then she opened her eyes wide and laughed.
"Oh, you great big silly!" she said. "You're easier to draw than anyone I ever met!"
His arms clasped her. He drew her close. "My own little butterfly girl!" he said, and kissed her very tenderly. "I've caught you at last--at last."
She laid her head against his neck, and stood so, quivering a little and silent.
"You're tired," he said. "I'll give you a lift towards home. Folly will carry you all right."
She uttered a tremulous laugh, and lifting her face she kissed him of her own accord.
"You're--awful good to me, Bunny dear," she said. "P'raps--p'raps I'll be engaged to you soon."
"You darling!" said Bunny fervently.


CHAPTER V
THE CONFIDENCE

A letter with the crest of a fox's head and the motto, _Sans Vertu_, upon the back lay beside Maud's plate on the following morning. She took it up with a smile at Jake who had just entered the room.
"From Charlie--probably about the new yacht. He told me the other day that he wanted me to perform the christening ceremony."
"You have my permission," said Jake. "What does he propose to call her?"
"_The Blue Moon_, I believe. But he was in a freakish mood. He may have changed his mind by this time."
Jake glanced round. "Where's the kid?"
"Who? Toby? I thought she went out early. Hasn't she been riding with you?"
"No, she dodged me," said Jake. "Went off on her own on one of those raw colts. I shall have to talk to her when she comes in."
"I hope she's all right," said Maud, with a touch of anxiety.
"She's all right," said Jake.
"But why did she dodge you? Have you been quarrelling?" Maud paused in the act of opening her letter and looked at him with a grave questioning that brought a gleam of humour into Jake's eyes.
"We have not," he said. "I've scarcely seen her since yesterday morning. I can't tell you why she dodged me. I only know she did it."
"How odd of her!" said Maud.
He sat down and took up the paper; his face was grim. "I shall know why presently. Read your letter. I'm in no hurry."
Maud opened the letter from Saltash and there fell a brief silence.
It was broken by the sound of light feet outside the door, and Toby, still wearing riding-dress, her face flushed and laughing, swung into the