boyish look disappeared from the young man’s face. Her question had seemed to disturb his equanimity. He was quite frank.
“That’s the devil of it, Mary. You know my old friend Jackson?”
Mary gave a little sigh. Yes, she had heard of Jackson from both brothers. He was a high-class moneylender, who accommodated young men of good family.
“Yes, I know all about Jackson. How much do you owe him?”
Her brother reflected.
“Something between five and six hundred,” he said, after a pause.
Mary spoke decidedly.
“You must clear that off before you go to Spain – you must have a clean sheet.”
She reflected also, before she spoke again.
“I can let you have two hundred and fifty out of what I have saved.”
Guy interrupted.
“You sweet little soul, you never spend anything except in charities.”
“I know,” answered his sister quietly. “Anyway, there is my two hundred and fifty, and I must coax the rest out of dad. You must go to Spain with a clean sheet. That is absolutely essential.”
Guy answered with his boyish laugh and with his boyish exuberance.
“It is too awfully dear and kind of you, and you can guess how I appreciate it. But I am not going to let my sister waste her money on two graceless scamps like Ticehurst and myself. And I don’t sponge on my father, either.”
Mary protested gently.
“Oh, Guy, how unjust of both yourself and Eric. You know that is not my opinion of either of you.” Guy took her slender hand in his own.
“You dear old girl, you are only just a little bit lower than the angels; you have always had wings growing since you were a wee toddler. But I am going to see this thing through on my own. Jackson is an old scoundrel of course, but he never presses one very hard. I shall square him all right.”
Mary said no more on the subject. Both her brothers inherited the paternal obstinacy. When they had once made up their minds, nothing could move them.
But she sighed a little. It would have been so much better if Guy could have got rid of this odious moneylender, and have landed in Spain with a clean sheet. He would have been free from any pecuniary worries, and, therefore, in a better mood to attend to his work.
Jackson was done with, but there was another subject which she wanted to broach before this interview was ended. And it was a rather delicate one. It was some little time before she spoke again.
“And how about that woman, Violet Hargrave? Are you quite clear of her? It is not fair to Isobel that you should keep up even a semblance of friendship with such an odious person.”
Guy laughed, but this time his laugh did not ring clear and boyish; it betrayed uneasiness.
“Oh, come, Mary, you are a bit uncharitable, aren’t you. Violet Hargrave is generally considered a charming, not an odious, person.”
His sister spoke a little sternly for her.
“I don’t pretend to have a man’s knowledge of the world, but I have not been brought up in a nursery. I know her type, and it is one from which any pure woman, and any decent man, ought to shrink. Have you given her up?”
Guy looked her squarely in the face.
“Honestly, Mary, I have, just after I met Isobel. Of course, a man can’t throw a woman over in a second, but I have cooled down gradually. At the present moment, I think the fascinating widow hates me.”
Mary rose and spoke decidedly.
“I am glad to have your assurance of that. If it had not been so, I might have felt it my duty to warn Isobel. She is too sterling a girl to be played with.”
Her brother rose too, half resentful, half admiring. It was not the first time that Lady Mary had spoken salutary words of wisdom to him.
“By Jove, Mary, you are uncompromising. Do you mean to say you would give me away to Isobel – me, your own brother?”
“Of course,” answered Mary firmly. “To Isobel, or any other woman, if I thought you were unworthy of her.”
Admiration conquered. He tucked her arm in his, as they returned to the house.
“You dear old girl, you are one out of a million. But you know you are a little uncomfortable at times, and when you are inclined that way, you have a knack of making a fellow feel a bit of a worm.”
Mary laughed pleasantly.
“So good for you feeling that, dear old boy, and equally good for Eric. I expect dad has woken up by now, and wondering where we have got to.” They found the Earl wide-awake. The doze of a few minutes over his port had refreshed him immensely. He fell at once to discussing Spain, a country he knew well.
In his youth, Lord Saxham had been an attaché at the Spanish Court, and he knew the ropes. Guy listened respectfully to his father.
The old man concluded his somewhat rambling remarks with a final exhortation.
“And remember, my dear boy, always to keep on the right side of Greatorex. He is the Foreign Office. Secretaries, mere figure-heads, come and go with different Governments. Greatorex remains there, permanent, unchangeable. Get into his good graces, and your fortune is made.”
Guy promised that he would do his best to propitiate the all-powerful Greatorex. Two days later he left. He undertook to pay them a farewell visit before he started for Spain.
The Earl and his daughter watched the car flying down the avenue. The old man turned to his daughter with a grunt.
“Might have given us another couple of days, I think. But I know what’s in his mind. He is running down to Eastbourne after that minx.”
He always alluded to Isobel Clandon as “that minx,” owing to his unreasonable prejudice against her.
Mary spoke with spirit.
“Very natural under the circumstances, I should think. He would want to see something of the girl he loves before he left.”
Lord Saxham turned on her angrily.
“Mary, I have always thought you a sensible woman. Do you mean to tell me you are going to aid and abet him in his folly.”
Lady Mary answered him in a few words.
“I don’t call it folly, father.”
She walked out of the room, with a resolute expression on her face, and uplifted chin. She would have been the last to admit it, but she had inherited no small share of the family obstinacy.
Chapter Two
Mrs Hargrave sat in her pretty flat in Mount Street, absorbed in deep thought. On her lap lay an open letter, and it was a passage in that letter just received which accounted for
