the key away, obviously," Tertius Ingpen answered the question, turning quickly and interrupting his chat with Janet Orgreave.
"That ought not to be necessary," said Fearns, as an expert father.
Ada departed, thankful to be finished with the ordeal of cross-examination in a full drawing-room.
"Don't you know anything about him?" Hilda addressed Johnnie Orgreave suddenly.
"Me? About your precious? No. Why should I know?"
"Because you're getting such friends, you two."
"Oh! Are we?" Johnnie said carelessly. Nevertheless he was flattered by a certain nascent admiration on the part of George, which was then beginning to be noticeable.
A quarter of an hour later, when several guests had gone, Hilda murmured to Edwin:
"I'm not easy about that boy. I'll just run upstairs."
"I shouldn't," said Edwin.
But she did. And the distant sound of knocking, and "George, George," could be heard even down in the hall.
"I can't wake him," said Hilda, back in the drawing-room.
"What do you want to wake him for, foolish girl?" Edwin demanded.
She enjoyed being called "foolish girl," but she was not to be tranquillised.
"Do you think he is in bed?" she questioned, before the whole remaining company, and the dread suspicion was out!
After more journeys upstairs, and more bangings, and essays with keys, and even attempts at lock-picking, Hilda announced that George's room must be besieged from its window. A ladder was found, and interested visitors went into the back-entry, by the kitchen, to see it reared and hear the result. Edwin thought that the cook in the kitchen looked as guilty as he himself felt, though she more than once asseverated her belief that Master George was safely in bed. The ladder was too short. Edwin mounted it, and tried to prise himself on to the window-sill, but could not.
"Here, let me try!" said Ingpen, joyous.
Ingpen easily succeeded. He glanced through the open window into George's bedroom, and then looked down at the upturned faces, and Ada's apron, whitely visible in the gloom.
"He's here all right."
"Oh, good!" said Hilda. "Is he asleep?"
"Yes."
"He deserves to be wakened," she laughed.
"You see what a foolish girl you've been," said Edwin affectionately.
"Never mind!" she retorted. "You couldn't get on the window. And you were just as upset as anybody. Do you think I don't know? Thank you, Mr. Ingpen."
"Is he really there?" Edwin whispered to Ingpen as soon as he could.
"Yes. And asleep, too!"
"I wonder how the deuce he slipped in. I'll bet anything those servants have been telling a lot of lies for him. He pulls their hair down and simply does what he likes with them."
Edwin was now greatly reassured, but he could not quite recover from the glimpse he had had of George's capacity for leading a double life. Sardonically he speculated whether the heavenly penknife would be brought to his notice by its owner, and if so by what ingenious method.
The final sensation was caused by the arrival, in a nearly empty drawing-room, of plump Maggie, nervous, constrained, and somewhat breathless.
"Bert has turned up," she said. "Clara thought I'd better come along and tell you. She felt sure you'd like to know."
"Well, that's all right then," Hilda replied perfunctorily, indicating that Clara's conceited assumption of a universal interest in her dull children was ridiculous.
Edwin asked:
"Did the kid say where he'd been?"
"Been running about the streets. They don't know what's come over him-because, you see, he'd actually gone to bed once. Albert is quite puzzled; but he says he'll have it out of him before he's done."
"When he does get it out of him," thought Edwin again, "there will be a family row and George will be indicted as the corrupter of innocence."
Maggie would not stay a single moment. Hilda attentively accompanied her to the hall. The former and the present mistress of the house kissed with the conventional signs of affection. But the fact that one had succeeded the other seemed to divide them. Hilda was always lying in wait for criticism from Maggie, ready to resent it; Maggie divined this and said never a word. The silence piqued Hilda as much as outspoken criticism would have annoyed her. She could not bear it.
"How do you like my new stair-carpet?" she demanded defiantly.
"Very nice! Very nice, I'm sure!" Maggie replied without conviction. And added, just as she stepped outside the front-door, "You've made a lot of changes." This was the mild, good-natured girl's sole thrust, and it was as effective as she could have wished.
Everybody had gone except the two Orgreaves and Tertius Ingpen.
"I don't know about you, Johnnie, but I must go," said Janet Orgreave when Hilda came back.
"Hold on, Jan!" Johnnie protested. "You're forgetting those duets you are to try with Ingpen."
"Really?"
"Duets!" cried Hilda, instantly uplifted and enthusiastic. "Oh, do let's have some music!"
Ingpen by arrangement with the Orgreaves had brought some pianoforte duets. They were tied to his bicycle. He was known as an amateur of music. Edwin, bidding Ingpen not to move, ran out into the garden to get the music from the bicycle. Johnnie ran after him through the French window.
"I say!" Johnnie called in a low voice.
"What's up?" Edwin stopped for him.
"I've a piece of news for you. About that land you've set your heart on, down at Shawport! … It can be bought cheap-at least the old man says it's cheap-whatever his opinion may be worth. I was telling him about your scheme for having a new printing works altogether. Astonishing how keen he is! If I'd had a plan of the land, I believe he'd have sat down and made sketches at once."
Johnnie (with his brother Jimmie) was in partnership with old Orgreave as an architect.
"'Set my heart on?'" Edwin mumbled, intimidated as usual by a nearer view of an enterprise which he had himself conceived and which had enchanted him from afar. "'Set my heart on?'"
"Well, had you, or hadn't you?"
"I suppose I had," Edwin admitted. "Look here, I'll drop in and see you to-morrow morning."
"Right!"
Together they detached the music from the bicycle, and, as Edwin unrolled it and rolled it the other side out to flatten it, they returned silently through the dark wind-stirred garden into the drawing-room.
There were now the two Orgreaves, Tertius Ingpen, and Hilda and Edwin in the drawing-room.
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