Chinese -- England -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
So Olivia, feeling quite safe, stepped lightly along to where
the crowd gathered round the stand. It was a perfect night and
very warm, therefore many people were seated in the chairs
and strolling across the grass. Olivia went to a certain
corner, and, as she expected, found her lover. He was not in
evening-dress, but for the sake of the meeting had assumed a
dark serge suit. As she advanced, he recognised her and came
forward taking off his hat. Then he gave her his arm and the two
strolled to the far end of the green where they sat down under
the fence which was round the flag-staff. There, removed from
everyone, they could talk in moderately loud tones.
"My darling," said Rupert, possessing himself of Olivia's hand.
"I thought you would not come. You were late."
"I could not get away before. Miss Pewsey watches me like a cat
does a mouse, and with the same disposition to pounce, I
expect."
"She's a detestable woman," said Rupert angrily, "why can't she
leave you alone?"
"I don't know. Rupert, she wants me to marry her nephew."
"What, that bounder who rides so furiously," cried Rupert
fiercely, "you don't mean to say that he dares----"
"Not in words, but he looks--oh," Olivia shivered, "you know the
sort of look a man like that, gives you."
"I'll twist his neck if he insults you."
"Then Miss Pewsey would complain to my aunt and I should get
into trouble. Oh, Rupert," she said softly, "I am so afraid."
"Of that man. Nonsense."
"No--of everything. I can keep Mr. Burgh off--"
"Who is he?" asked Rupert jealously.
"Miss Pewsey's nephew. I can manage him, bold as he is. But it
is you I am afraid of. Listen," and Olivia told the young man
what she had learned from Miss Wharf that afternoon. "She can
ruin you," said the poor girl, almost crying, "and she will if
she learns the truth."
Rupert pressed the hand he held. "Why not tell her the truth,"
he said. "I'm willing to face poverty if you are."
"Rupert, are you mad? If Aunt Sophia learned that we were
married--hark, what was that?" and Olivia rose, and nervously
peered into the shadows, "I thought I heard a noise."
"It's nothing. Only some rats in the long grass within the
fence. No one's about. They're all over at the band. But about
our marriage, Olivia. Miss Wharf must learn sooner or later."
"Yes. But you know I asked you to keep it quiet that I might not
have trouble with her. It was selfish of me, for it would have
been braver of me to have faced her anger and then have told all
the world that we were married at that Registry Office. But I'm
glad now I didn't. She would have ruined you."
"She can't do anything till the end of the year."
"But why didn't you tell me she held this mortgage?"
"Well, I thought that before the end of the year I might manage
to pay it and the other mortgages off. Then we could announce
that we were married, and live at Royabay on what small income I
have."
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