He possessed himself of her hands, and held them in a hard grip. ‘I am proposing to you, Kate! Will you marry me?’
Her hands instinctively clung to his; a happiness she had never known before flooded her being; but she said foolishly: ‘Oh, no! Don’t! You can’t have considered – Oh, dear, how improper this is!’
Mr Philip Broome, after one swift glance round, dragged her roughly into his arms and kissed her. For a delirious moment Kate yielded, but every precept that Sarah had drummed into her head shrieked to her that she was violating every canon of propriety, and behaving without delicacy or conduct. She made a desperate attempt to thrust him away, uttering an inarticulate protest. He released her with unexpected alacrity, ejaculating: ‘I might have known it!’ and set his horses in motion again. ‘That’s what comes of proposing in a curricle! Straighten your bonnet, Kate, for the lord’s sake!’
She had suffered a severe shock at being so brusquely repulsed, but she now saw that Mr Philip Broome had not experienced a change of heart. A couple of people had come round a sharp bend in the lane, and were advancing slowly towards them. From their attire, Kate judged them to be members of the farming fraternity; and from the circumstances of the young man’s arm being round the girl’s waist, and his head bent fondly over hers, it seemed safe to assume that they were a courting couple. They were wholly absorbed in each other, and cast no more than cursory, incurious glances at the curricle.
‘Phew!’ whistled Philip, as soon as the curricle was out of earshot. ‘It’s to be hoped they didn’t see!’
‘Yes, it is!’ Kate agreed warmly. ‘And if they did, it serves me right for behaving like a – like a straw-damsel !’
Thirteen
Mr Philip Broome burst out laughing. ‘Oh, Kate, you enchanting rogue! Where did you learn that? Not from Mr Nidd, I’ll swear!’
In consternation she said: ‘No, no! It was very bad of me to have said it! The thing is I couldn’t think of a more genteel way of putting it, and for some reason or other the expression stuck in my memory, and – and sprang to my tongue! I heard one of Papa’s men say it – oh, years ago, and asked Papa what it meant. He burst out laughing too. But he did tell me, and warn me not to say it, so I have no excuse, and I beg your pardon.’
‘You may say anything you please to me, my love. I hope you will.’
She had been smiling, but these words brought her back to earth, and she said, in a troubled voice: ‘I don’t think – I don’t think you ought to make me an offer!’
‘No, it’s quite improper, of course,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Before addressing myself to you, I ought to ask permission of your father, or your mother, or your guardian; but as you haven’t a father, or a mother, or a guardian, I do trust you’ll overlook the irregularity! Something seems to tell me that if I were to apply to Minerva she would send me to the rightabout! Do you feel you could, without sinking yourself beneath reproach, tell me if you could bring yourself to marry me?’
‘Not – not without sinking myself beneath reproach!’ she answered sadly.
Taken aback, he demanded: ‘Now, what the devil – ?’
She resolutely raised her eyes to his face, and managed to say: ‘I believe you haven’t understood my circumstances. You shouldn’t be proposing to a female of no fortune, or to one whose relations don’t own her! Your family must surely oppose such an unequal match! You see, I haven’t sixpence to scratch with. I am a pauper !’
‘I call that a very grandiloquent way of putting it!’ he objected. ‘As for saying you haven’t sixpence to scratch with – ! Well, that’s the outside of enough! A shockingly ungenteel expression, let me tell you, my little love, and one that I never thought to hear on your lips!’
Kate was betrayed into retorting: ‘Considering you have just heard a much more shocking expression on my lips, you can’t have felt surprised! What a complete hand you are, Cousin Philip!’
‘And what an abominable little gypsy you are, Cousin Kate!’ he said affably. ‘Let us be serious for a minute! You’re talking the most outrageous fustian I ever listened to in my life, you know – and that does surprise me, because you’re not at all addlebrained! If your relations don’t own you, so much the better! They sound to me a very disagreeable set of persons. As to mine, I have no closer relations than my uncle Timothy, and you can’t suppose that he would oppose the match! I almost wish he would, if it were within his power to cut me out of the succession. I daresay my more remote relations don’t care a pin what I do: I know I don’t give a pin for their opinions! Finally, my little pea-goose, I understand your circumstances a great deal better than you seem to understand mine! I’m not a rich man, Kate. I can’t offer you the consequence of a large country estate, a mansion in Berkeley Square, and a handsome fortune. I am possessed of what I have been used to consider a comfortable independence. My wife will be able to command the elegancies of life, but not its extravagances. Broome Hall doesn’t compare with Staplewood, you know. I should describe it as commodious rather than stately, and my fortune won’t run to a town-house – at least, not a permanent one.’
He spoke apologetically, and was obviously sincere. Kate’s ever-lively sense of humour got the better of her, and she said, in the voice of one suffering a severe disappointment: ‘Not?’
‘Not!’ said Philip firmly. ‘You would have to be content with a furnished house for a few weeks during the Season!’
Kate sighed audibly. ‘Well,’ she said, making a reluctant concession, ‘as long as it is in the best part of town – !’
‘I thought,’ said Philip, glancing appreciatively down into her dancing eyes, ‘that we were going to be serious, my sweet wit-cracker?’
‘Yes, so did I, and so I would have been, if you hadn’t talked such fustian! Dear sir, when my father was serving, we lived for the most part in billets, which ranged from a very dirty, draughty cottage on the Spanish and Portuguese border, to rooms in a palatial, and even more draughty, château, north of Toulouse. When Papa sold out, and we settled in London, we lived in lodgings which varied with Papa’s fortunes. To be sure, at the outset, when it was high tide with him, we had an elegant set of rooms in Clarges Street; but we ended in far from elegant rooms in Thames Street. Poor Papa could never manage to be beforehand with the world for more than a few weeks at a stretch. You see, he was a gamester, and whenever he had a run of luck nothing would do for him but to – er – waste the ready as fast as he could! I can’t tell you how many times he has come home, and emptied guineas into my lap, or how many expensive trinkets he has given me! He had a great many faults, but no one could accuse him of being clutchfisted. He was the most generous man imaginable, and a great dear, but not – not at all reliable!’
‘Something of this I have learnt from Minerva. Did he leave you in debt, my poor child?’
‘Oh, yes, but nothing to signify!’’ said Kate sunnily. ‘Not gaming debts! He was very punctilious in all matters of play and pay. I sold my trinkets, and one or two other things, to pay the tradesmen’s bills, and came off all right.’
‘But without sixpence to scratch with?’ he suggested.
She smiled. ‘True! But I had the good fortune to please Mrs Astley, and she hired me to be governess to her children. And Sarah was there, in the background, ready to shelter me at a moment’s notice. I wish you might see the house she persuaded Mr Nidd to buy for his wagons, and horses, and stable-hands! It is close to the Bull and Mouth, in the City, and was used to be an inn. It is the quaintest, most delightful place imaginable! It had fallen into a shocking state of disrepair, but Mr Nidd and Joe furbished it up, and turned one side of the yard into a snug home for the family. When I left Mrs Astley, I lived with the Nidds until my aunt came to sweep me off to Staplewood. They were so kind to me, Joe, and his father, and the grandsons!’ Her eyes filled, and she was obliged to flick away the sudden tears. She continued hurriedly: ‘I was spo
iled to death there, and enjoyed myself excessively! I know my aunt finds it impossible to believe that I could have enjoyed it, but – but she wasn’t reared as I was, and I must own that she is very high in the instep!’
‘What you mean is, insufferably top-lofty!’ interpolated Philip ruthlessly.
She was obliged to acknowledge the truth of this stricture, and could not resist confiding to him, with her infectious chuckle: ‘When she found me in a chat with the coachman here, she said she hoped I hadn’t a taste for low company! But I’m afraid I have, though I didn’t dare to tell her so!’
‘So have I!’ he said, hugely entertained. ‘I see that we were made for one another! How soon will you marry me?’
‘I don’t know! I haven’t had time to think! And should you not consider before you make me an offer?’
‘I did consider, very profoundly, and I have already made you an offer.’
‘Yes, but you haven’t been acquainted with me for very long, and I don’t think you did consider profoundly.’
‘Well, you’re beside the hedge, my sweet! You don’t suppose that a man of my years, and settled habits, proposes marriage without consideration, do you?’
She answered seriously, wrinkling her brow: ‘Yes, I think I do. There have been many cases of gentlemen, much older than you, proposing on the spur of the moment. And afterwards regretting it.’
‘Very true!’ he said, rather grimly. ‘I know of one such case myself. But you are the only woman I’ve known with whom I wish to spend the rest of my life, Kate. I could never regret it, and I mean to see to it that you don’t regret it either! When will you marry me?’
Before she could answer him, they were both startled by a stentorian shout behind them. Kate turned quickly, but Philip had no difficulty in recognizing Mr Templecombe’s voice. ‘The devil fly away with Gurney!’ he said wrathfully. ‘Am I never to enjoy a moment’s privacy with you?’
‘Well, you can’t expect to be private with me in a curricle!’ Kate pointed out.
‘No, and I can’t expect to be private with you at Staplewood either!’ he said, checking his horses. ‘Minerva takes good care of that!’
‘There’s always the shrubbery,’ she reminded him demurely.
‘Oh, no, there is not! Expecting every minute to see Minerva coming in search of you, and with two gardeners liable to look over the hedge at any minute! – Well, Gurney, what do you want?’
Mr Templecombe, who was riding a good-looking covert-hack, reined in alongside the curricle, pulled off his hat, and bowed to Kate. ‘How do you do, ma’am? Happy to renew my acquaintance with you! Hoped I might have the pleasure of meeting you again, but you haven’t been out riding lately, have you?’
‘No, it has been rather too hot,’ she explained, smiling at him. ‘How is your sister? I hope you, and Lady Templecombe, are pleased with her engagement? I wished to send her my felicitations, but thought our acquaintance too slight to warrant my doing so.’
‘I don’t know that – never much of a one for the conventions, y’know! – but she’ll be very much obliged to you, that I can vouch for! Took a great fancy to you! As for Amesbury, I should rather think I am pleased! He’s a great gun: known him all my life! Wouldn’t you agree that he’s a great gun, Philip?’
‘Yes, an excellent fellow,’ said Philip. ‘What do you want to say to me, Gurney? I can’t stay: we are going to be late for dinner as it is!’
‘I’ll go along with you as far as to your gates,’ said Mr Templecombe obligingly. ‘Only wished to warn you that I’m going on a bolt to the Metropolis tomorrow, and don’t know when I shall be back. So you can’t come to stay with me, dear boy! A curst bore, but there’s no getting out of it! M’mother’s beginning to cut up a trifle stiff: says it’s my duty to show my front! Says I ought to bear in mind that I’m the head of the family. Says it presents a very off appearance when I don’t show. I daresay she’s right. She’s holding a dress-party, and says I positively must be there.’
‘Undoubtedly you must!’ said Philip. ‘If only to see to it that the butler doesn’t water the wine, or the cook spoil the ham!’
‘Exactly so! Not that there’s much fear of old Burley’s watering the wine: he’s a strict abstainer! Still, I do see that it wouldn’t be the thing for me to stay away from m’mother’s dress-party.’
‘No,’ agreed Kate.’ How uncomfortable it would be for her not to have you there to be the host!’
‘Just what she says, ma’am! But the deuce of it is that once she gets me to London it’s all Lombard Street to an egg-shell I shall find myself regularly in for it! I can tell you this: I’m fond of Dolly, but I shall be glad when we’ve got her safely buckled!’
All this time he had been riding beside the curricle, but a cart was seen approaching, and he was forced to fall back. As he continued to rattle on, in his insouciant style, and Philip’s eyes had naturally to be fixed on the road ahead, the burden of maintaining conversation fell on Kate, who slewed round into a most uncomfortable position, and was heartily glad when it was again possible for him to ride alongside the curricle. ‘I say, dear boy, what’s happened to that groom of yours?’ he asked, suddenly struck by the groom’s absence.
‘He – er – is suffering from an indisposition,’ replied Philip, directing a quelling look at his tactless friend.
‘Suffering from a – Oh – ah! Just so!’ said Mr Templecombe hastily. ‘What I wanted to say to you is that I’d be glad of a word with you before I go. Tell you what! You take Miss Malvern back to Staplewood, and come and eat your mutton with me! No need to change your dress! I want to ask your advice.’
‘I’m sorry, Gurney: I believe I must not,’ said Philip, looking anything but pleased.
‘Humbug, dear boy! Her ladyship don’t want you, and you’ll excuse him, won’t you, Miss Malvern?’
‘Of course I will,’ replied Kate, with a cordiality that earned her a fiery, sideways glance from Philip. She said, in a lowered voice: ‘Please go! I must have time to think, and – and you must know there will be no opportunity for you to be private with me this evening!’
Apparently he did know this, for after hesitating for a moment he said curtly: ‘Very well, Gurney: I’ll come.’
‘Capital!’ said Mr Templecombe, undismayed by this ungracious acceptance. ‘I’ll be off then: must warn my people to lay an extra cover! ’Servant, Miss Malvern! Shall hope to see you again when I come back!’
The gates of Staplewood were within sight; Mr Templecombe waved his hat in farewell, and cantered off. Kate said reproachfully: ‘How could you be so uncivil?’
‘Easily! I felt uncivil!’
‘But you can’t be uncivil to people only because you feel uncivil!’ Kate said austerely.
‘I can, if it’s to Gurney. He don’t give a button! We’ve been friends all our lives – even went to school together!’
Since Kate knew, from her military experience, that young gentlemen who were fast friends greeted one another in general by opprobrious names, and never seemed to think it necessary to waste civility on a chosen intimate, she had long since abandoned any attempt to fathom masculine peculiarities, and now said no more, merely smiling to herself as she tried to picture the inevitable results, if any two females behaved to each other in a similar style.
Mr Philip Broome, having negotiated the entrance to Staplewood in impeccable style, glanced down at her, and instantly demanded: ‘What makes you smile, Kate?’
‘Oh, merely that gentlemen are always uncivil to their friends, and polite to those whom they dislike!’
‘Well, naturally!’ he said, making her giggle.
‘I won’t ask you to explain,’ she said. ‘Even if you could do so – which I take leave to doubt! – I shouldn’t understand!’
‘I should have thought it must be obvious! However, I don’t
mean to waste the few minutes left to us in trying to explain what is quite unimportant. Kate, my darling, will you marry me?’
‘I – I rather think I will,’ she replied, ‘but you must give me time to consider! I know it sounds missish to say so, but you have taken me by surprise, and – and though I would try to be a good wife to you I can’t feel that I ought to accept your offer!’
‘One thing at least you can tell me!’ he said forcefully. ‘Do you feel you could love me? I mean – oh, deuce take it! – do you love me? I don’t wish to sound like a coxcomb, but –’
‘Oh, Philip, how can you be so absurd?’ said Kate, stung into betraying herself. ‘Of course I love you!’
‘That,’ he said, whipping up his horses, ‘is all I want to know! Tomorrow, my darling, when you have considered, we will discuss when it will be most convenient for us to settle on a suitable date for the wedding! Yes, I know you are wondering how to break the news to Minerva, but you need not: I’ll do that – and instantly remove you from her sphere of influence! O my God! there’s the stable-clock striking six already! Why did you urge me to dine with Gurney? Shall I come in with you? Minerva is likely to be out of reason cross, you know!’
‘Perhaps she will be, but not nearly as cross as she would be if you were to accompany me!’ replied Kate, preparing to alight from the curricle. ‘She dislikes you quite as much as you dislike her, Philip! I mean to come to points with her, and nothing could more surely bring us to dagger-drawing than your presence, believe me!’
‘You are full of pluck, Kate!’ he said admiringly. ‘But if your courage fails you at the last moment, don’t hesitate to tell me! I shall fully sympathize!’
She smiled, and took the hand he was holding out to her, to facilitate her descent from the curricle. Once on the ground, she looked up at him, with shyly twinkling eyes. ‘I promise you it won’t. I don’t mean to tell her that you have been so obliging as to make me an offer, of course!’ She pulled her hand out of his tightening clasp as she spoke, and went swiftly up the steps to the principal entrance to the house.