Faro''s Daughter

  Adrian laid down the fork, and said, with a considerable heightened colour: `I had better make it plain to you at once Max, that - that I mean to marry her!’

  'Marry Miss Grantham?' said Ravenscar, raising his brows `My dear boy, why?'

  This unemotional way of receiving startling tidings was damping in the extreme to a young gentleman who had braced himself to encounter violent opposition, and for a moment Adrian seemed to be at a loss to know what to say. After s slight pause, he said with immense dignity: `I love her.'

  `How very odd!' said Ravenscar, apparently puzzled.

  `I see nothing odd in it!'

  'No, of course not. How should you, indeed? But surely someone nearer your own age-?'

  `The difference in our ages doesn't signify in the least. You talk as though Deb were in her thirties!’

  `I beg pardon.'

  Adrian eyed him with considerable resentment. `My mind is irrevocably made up, Max. I shall never love another woman I knew as soon as I saw her that she was the only one in the world for me! Of course, I don't expect you to understand that, because you are the coldest fellow - well, I mean, you have never been in love!'

  Ravenscar laughed.

  `Well, not in the way I mean,' amended his lordship.

  `Evidently not. But what has all this to do with me?'

  `Nothing at all!' replied Adrian, with emphasis. `Only that since you have met Deb I thought I would tell you. I do not wish to do anything secretly. I am not in the least ashamed of loving Deb!'

  `It would be very odd if you were,' commented Ravenscar. `I apprehend that Miss Grantham has accepted your offer??

  'Well, not precisely,' Adrian confessed. `That is, she will marry me, I know, but she is the most delightfully teasing creature-! Oh, I can't tell you, but when you know her better you will see for yourself!'

  Ravenscar set down his tankard. `When you say "not precisely", what do you mean?'

  `Oh, she says I must wait until I come of age before I make up my mind - as though I could ever change it! She did not wish me to say anything about it yet, but someone told my mother that I was entangled - entangled! - by her and so it all came out. And that is "in part" why I have come to you, Max.'

  'Oh?'

  `My mother will listen to you,' said Adrian confidently. `You see, she has taken an absurd notion into her head that Deb is not good enough for me. Of course, I know that her being in Lady Bel's house is a most unfortunate circumstance, but she is not in the least the sort of girl you might imagine, Max, upon my word she is not! She don't even like cards above a little! It is all to help her aunt.'

  `Did she tell you so?’

  'Oh no, it was Kennet who told me! He has known her since her childhood. Really, Max, she is the dearest, sweetest - oh, there are no words to describe her!’

  Mr Ravenscar could have found several, but refrained.

  `She is not like any other woman I have ever met,' pursued his lordship. `I wonder that you were not struck by it!'

  `Well, I have met rather more women than you have as yet had time to,' said Ravenscar apologetically. `That might account for it.'

  `Yes, but I should have thought that even you - however, that's neither here nor there! What I want you to understand, Max, is that I mean to marry Deb, whatever anyone may choose to say about it!’

  'Very well; and now that I understand that, what do you expect me to do about it?'

  `Well, Max, I thought I could talk to you so much more easily than to my mother. You know how it is with her. Just because Deb has been in the habit of presiding in a gaminghouse, she will not listen to a word I say! It is monstrously unjust! It is not Deb's fault that she is obliged to be friendly towards men like Filey and Ormskirk: she cannot help herself! Oh, I can scarcely wait to take her away from it all!'

  `I see,' said Ravenscar. `I must own that you have taken me by surprise. No doubt I quite mistook the matter, but I should have said that it was Ormskirk's suit which the lady favoured, rather than yours.'

  Adrian looked troubled. `No, no, you don't understand! It is that which makes me so anxious - in short, Lady Bel h under an obligation to Ormskirk - a monetary obligation, you know - and Deb dare not offend him. It is an intolerable position for her! If only I had control of my fortune now, I would put an end to it on the instant!’

  Mr Ravenscar experienced no difficulty at all in believing this, and could only be thankful that there were still two months to run of his cousin's minority. `May I ask if the source of your information is again Mr Kennet?' he inquired

  `Oh, yes! Deb will not say a word about it! But Kennet, knows all the circumstances.'

  `Miss Grantham is happy in the possession of so devoted friend,' remarked Ravenscar ironically.

  `Well, yes, I suppose - except that- Well, he is not quite the sort of fellow who- But that will all be changed when we are married!’

  'Miss Grantham's parentage, I need hardly ask, is respectable?' said Ravenscar, in a matter-of-fact voice.

  `Oh, yes! The Granthams are related to Amberley, I believe they are some sort of cousins: I am not precisely informed Deb's father was a military man, but he sold out.' Lord Mablethorpe looked up with a disarming smile. `Well, the truth is, he was a gamester, I suppose. His birth was respectable but from all I can discover he was not quite the thing. But he is dead, after all, and his sins are not to be visited upon Deb There is also a brother. I have not met him yet, but there is talk of his getting leave: he is stationed somewhere in the south. He is a military man too, and was at Harrow, so you see there is nothing to take exception to there.' He paused, waiting for his cousin to make some comment. Ravenscar, however, said nothing. His lordship drew a breath. `And now that I have explained it to you, Max, I wish - that is, I should be very much obliged to you if you would speak to my mother I'

  `I?' said Ravenscar. `What would you have me say to her?'

  `Well, I thought you could make her understand that it is not such a bad match after all!’

  `No, I don't think I could do that,' replied Ravenscar. `I doubt if anyone could.'

  `But, Max-'

  `I should wait until I had come of age, if I were you.'

  `But if Mama could only be brought to consent, I should not have to wait! And there is that fellow, Ormskirk, to be thought of! I want Mama to give her consent, so that Deb need have no scruples. Then the engagement could be announced, and I daresay there would be no trouble about advancing me some of my fortune.'

  `Impossible!’

  `But, Max, if you and Uncle Julius both agreed to it-' `What makes you think that we should?'

  `But I have explained it all to you!’ said his lordship impatiently.

  Mr Ravenscar got up, and stretched his long limbs. `Wait until you are of age,' he said. `You may then do as you please.'

  `I did not think you would behave so shabbily!’ exclaimed Adrian.

  Ravenscar smiled. `But surely you know that I am abominably close-fisted?'

  `It is not your money,' Adrian muttered. `I suppose the truth is that you are as bad as Mama, and don't wish me to marry Deb!'

  `I won't conceal from you that I am not enthusiastic over the match. You had better approach your Uncle Julius.'

  `You know very well he is as bad as Mama! I made sure you would help me to talk Mama over! I have always depended upon you! I did not think you would fail me in the most important thing in my life!’

  Ravenscar walked round the table, and dropped a hand on to Adrian's shoulder, gripping it for an instant. `Believe me, I don't mean to fail you,' he said. `But you must wait! Now I am going to exercise those greys of mine. Come with me!’

  It spoke volumes for the love-sick state of Adrian's mind that he shook his head, saying disconsolately: `No, I think I won't. I have no heart for it now. I must be going. If you knew Deb better you would soon change your mind!’

  `Then you must hope for a closer acquaintanceship between us,' said Ravenscar, moving to the fireplace, and jerking the bell-pull beside it. br />
  Adrian rose. `Anyway, I shall marry her!' he said defiantly.

  Ravenscar accompanied him out into the hall. `By all means, if you are still of the same mind in two months' time,' he agreed. `My compliments to my aunt, by the way.'

  `I don't suppose I shall tell her that I have been with you,' replied Adrian, sounding much like a thwarted schoolboy.

  `That will teach me a lesson,' said his cousin.

  Adrian was never sulky for many minutes at a time. A reluctant grin put his scowl to flight. `Oh, damn you, Max!’ he said, and departed.

  Mr Ravenscar returned to his breakfast-parlour, and stood for a moment or two, leaning his arm on the mantelpiece, and looking fixedly out of the window. His thoughts were not kindly towards Miss Grantham, and as they dwelled upon her his expression grew a little ugly. Very clever of the wench to set the convenient Mr Kennet to tell her pathetic story to Adrian! So she would not have him announce his betrothal to her until he came of age? Well, that was clever too, but not quite clever enough. Miss Grantham should have the honour of trying a fall with one Max Ravenscar, and maybe she would learn something from that encounter.

  `You rang, sir?'

  Mr Ravenscar turned his head. `Yes, I rang. Send word to the stables, please, that I want the greys brought round in half an hour.'

  CHAPTER 4

  Miss Grantham, sleeping late into the morning, did not leave her room until past eleven o'clock. The servants, in green baize aprons and shirt-sleeves, were still sweeping and dusting the saloons, and Miss Grantham presently found her aunt in her dressing-room, seated before a table on which her toilet accessories were inextricably mixed with bills, letters, pens, ink, and wafers.

  Lady Bellingham had been a very pretty woman in her youth, but there was little trace of a former beauty to be detected in her plump countenance today. A once pink-and white complexion had long been raddled by cosmetics; there were pouches under her pale blue eyes; her cheeks had sagged; and it could not have been said that a golden wig became her.

  Some traces of hair-powder still clung to this erection, but the monstrous plumes she had worn in it on the previous evening had been removed, and a lace cap set in their place, with lilac ribbons tied under her little chin. A voluminous robe with a quantity of ruffles and ribbons, enveloped her stout form, and she wore, in addition, a trailing Paisley shawl, which was continually slipping off her shoulders, or getting its fringe entangled in the pins and combs which littered the dressing-table.

  She looked up, when her niece entered the room, and said in a distracted way: `Oh, my dear, thank heavens you are come! I am in such a taking! I am sure we are ruined I'

  Miss Grantham, who was looking very neat in a chintz gown, with her hair dressed plainly, bent over her to kiss her cheek. `Oh no! Don't say so! I had some deep doings myself last night.'

  'Lucius told me you had gone down six hundred pounds,' said Lady Bellingham. `Of course, it can't be helped, but why would not Mr Ravenscar play faro? People are so tiresome! My love, nothing could be worse than the fix we are in. Just look at this bill from Priddy's! Twelve dozen of Fine Hock at thirty shillings a dozen, and such nasty stuff as it is! Ditto of Claret, First Growth, at forty-two shillings the dozen - why, it is robbery, no less! Ditto of White Champagne, at seventy shillings - I cannot conceive how the half of it can have been drunk, and here is Mortimer telling me that we shall be needing more.'

  Miss Grantham sat down, and picked up the bill from Priddy's Foreign Warehouse and Vaults. `It does seem shocking,' she agreed. `Do you think we should buy cheaper wine?'

  `Impossible!' said Lady Bellingham, with resolution. `You know what everyone says about the inferior stuff that Hobart woman gives her guests to drink! But that is not the worst!

  Where is that odious bill for coals? Forty-four shillings the ton we are paying, Deb, and that not the best coal! Then there's the bill from the coachmakers - here it is! No, that's not it. Seventy pounds for green peas: it doesn't seem right does it, my love? I dare say we are being robbed, but what is one to do? What's this? Candles, fifty pounds, and that's only for six months! Burning wax ones in the kitchen, if we only knew. Where is that? - oh, I have it in my hand all the time! Now, do listen, Deb! Seven hundred pounds for the bays and a new barouche! Well, I can't think where the money is to come from. It seems a monstrous price.'

  `We might let the bays go, and hire a pair of job horses,' suggested Miss Grantham dubiously.

  `I can't and I won't live in squalor!' declared her aunt tearfully.

  Miss Grantham began to gather up the bills, and to sort them. `I know. It would be horrid, but we should be spared these dreadful bills for repairs. What is K.Q. iron, Aunt Lizzie?’

  `I can't imagine, my love. Do we use that, too?'

  `Well, it says here, Best K.Q. iron, faggotted edgeways-oh, it was for an axle-tree!'

  `We had to have that,' said Lady Bellingham, comforted. `But when it comes to eighty pounds for liveries which are the most hideous colour imaginable, and not in the least what I wanted, we have reached the outside of enough!’

  Miss Grantham looked up with an awed expression in her eyes. `Aunt, do we really pay four hundred pounds for a box at the opera?'

  `I daresay. It is all of a piece! I am sure we have not used it above three times the whole season.'

  `We must give it up ' said Miss Grantham firmly.

  `Now, Deb, do pray be sensible! When poor dear Sir Edward was alive, we always had our box at the opera. Everyone did so!'

  `But Sir Edward has been dead these dozen years, aunt,' Miss Grantham pointed out.

  Lady Bellingham dabbed at her eyes with a fragile handkerchief. `Alas, I am a defenceless widow, whom everyone delights to impose upon! But I will not give up my box at the opera!’

  There did not seem to be anything more to be said about this. Miss Grantham had made another, and still more shocking discovery. `Oh, aunt!’ she said, raising distressed eyes from the sheaf of bills. `Ten ells of green Italian taffeta! That was for that dress which I threw, away, because it did not become me!'

  'Well, what else is one to do with dresses which don't become one?' asked her aunt reasonably.

  `I might at least have worn it! Instead of that, we bought all that satin - the Rash Tears one, I mean - and had it made up.'

  `You never had a dress that became you better, Deb,' said her ladyship reminiscently. `You were wearing that when Mablethorpe first saw you.'

  There was a short silence. Miss Grantham looked at her aunt in a troubled way, and shuffled the bills in her hand.

  `I suppose,' said Lady Bellingham tentatively, `you could not bring yourself-?’

  'No,' said Deborah.

  `No,' agreed Lady Bellingham, with a heavy sigh. `Only it would be such a splendid match, and no one would dun me if it were known that you were betrothed to Mablethorpe!’

  `He is not yet twenty-one, ma'am.'

  `Very true, my dear, but so devoted!'

  `I'm his calf-love. He won't marry a woman out of a gaming-house.'

  Lady Bellingham's mouth drooped pathetically. `I meant it all for the best! Of course, I do see that it puts us in an awkward position, but how in the world was I to manage? And my card-parties were always so well-liked - indeed, I was positively renowned for them! - that it seemed such a sensible thing to do! Only, ever since we bought this house our expenses seem to have mounted so rapidly that I'm sure I don't know what is to become of us. And here is dearest Kit, too! I forgot to tell you, my love. I have a letter from him somewhere - well, never mind, I must have mislaid it. But the thing is that the dear boy thinks he would be happier in a cavalry regiment, and would like to exchange.'

  `Exchange!' exclaimed Kit's sister, aghast. `Why, I daresay it would cost seven or eight hundred pounds at the least!’

  'Very likely,' said Lady Bellingham in a despondent tone. `But there's no denying he would look very well in Hussar uniform, and I never did like his being in that horrid line regiment. Only where the money is to co
me from I don't know!’

  `Kit can't exchange. It would be absurd! You must explain to him that it is impossible.'

  `But I promised poor dear Wilfred I would always look after his children!’ said Lady Bellingham tragically.

  `So you have, dearest Aunt Lizzie,' said Deborah warmly. `We have never been anything but a shocking charge on you!'

  `I am sure no one ever had a better nephew and niece. And if you won't have Mablethorpe, I dare say someone richer will offer for you.'

  Miss Grantham looked down at her shapely hands. `Lord Ormskirk is making very precise offers, aunt.'

  Lady Bellingham picked up the haresfoot, and began to powder her face in an agitated way. `There you are, then. If only you would have Mablethorpe, there would be an end to Ormskirk's pretensions! I can't deny, Deb, that we are very awkwardly situated there. Don't, for heaven's sake, quarrel with the man! I daresay he would clap us up in a debtors' prison in the blink of an eye!’

  `How much money do we owe Ormskirk?’ asked Deborah, raising her clear gaze to her aunt's face.

  `My love, don't ask me! I had never the least head for figures! There's that odious mortgage on the house, for one thing. I have been quite misled! I made sure we should make a great deal of money, if only we could set up in a modish establishment. But what with green peas, and two free suppers every night, not to mention all that champagne and claret, and the faro-bank's being broke twice in one week, I'm sure it is a wonder we can still open our doors! And now what must you do, my love, but play piquet with Ravenscar; not that I blame you, for I am sure you did the right thing, and if only he may be induced to try his hand at faro it will have been worth the outlay. Did he seem pleased, my dear?'

  `I don't know,' answered Deborah candidly. `He is a strange creature. I had the oddest feeling that he did not like me, but he chose to play with me all the evening.'

  Lady Bellingham laid down the haresfoot, and turned a brightening countenance upon her niece. `Do you suppose perhaps he may offer for you, Deb? Oh, if that were to happen-! I declare I should die of very joy! He is the richest man in London. Now, don't, don't, I implore you, take one of your dislikes to him! Only think how our troubles would vanish!’ '