Detective and mystery stories; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century
“Rubbish!” cried the girl pertly. “Don’t you make any mistake about
Uncle Rupert being so wrapt up in business that he doesn’t observe
anything outside. Why, those keen eyes of his never let the most
trivial thing escape them. And I have often seen them resting on us
with a very intelligent expression. Take my word for it, Dick, he knows
what is going on, and he approves. You know how swiftly he puts his
foot down when he has a mind to. If he disapproved, he would soon give
me a very strong hint, or if he did not care to speak to me himself, I
should soon have a serious warning from auntie.”
Young Croxton was greatly encouraged by these words. He had a firm
belief in his sweetheart’s judgment and powers of penetration.
“That settles it then,” he said, speaking in a much more confident
tone. “I will tackle him to-morrow. I want to get it settled before we
go away to Mürren. Oh, my darling, if it is all right, as you think,
shan’t we have a lovely holiday?”
She gave his arm an affectionate squeeze. “And, as for all that
nonsense about having no money, why, I have no money either to speak
of. You have two hundred a year of your own, I have a hundred. Well,
Dick, if we were very wilful, I daresay we might be brave enough to
start on that, even if the worst were to happen. But there, don’t let
us think of that; I tell you it is going to be all right.”
He returned the affectionate squeeze she had given him with interest.
“By Jove, you do put courage into a fellow, little girl.”
“Not so little, if you please, Dick. I am rather above the average
height, you know. And if he is going to make me his heiress, as you
think, he doesn’t intend to leave you in the cold. He has treated you
like a son from the day you first came into the house. Everybody knows
how he worshipped your mother, and kept single all those years because
of her. I do not say he is not fond of auntie in a steady, quiet way.
But his other love was the sort that comes once in a lifetime, and
never again.” She bent her head very close and whispered shyly in his
ear. “He loved your mother, Dick, in the way that you and I love each
other, and of course he loves her son for her sake.”
And after such a declaration, it is small wonder that these devoted
young lovers, knowing they were safe from observation, testified their
affection for each other in a long caress.
Later on, when the last car had rolled away, and the somewhat weary
host and hostess were alone, a brief conversation took place between
them on the subject of the young couple. It was begun by Mrs. Morrice.
“You still approve of it, Rupert?” It was evident from these words
that the matter had been discussed between them before. “Remember that
Rosabelle is a very pretty girl, as well as a charming one, and will
have plenty of lovers in time.”
By these remarks it might be inferred that if Mrs. Morrice did not
offer actual opposition, she was quite ready to take a neutral attitude
in the matter.
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