The Quiet Gentleman

By this time, however, Abney had thrown open the door into the saloon, and the Earl, merely saying: "Never mind!" obliged his young relative to enter the room beside him.

Their arrival had the effect of cutting off various conversations in mid-air. Marianne, who had been exchanging sweet nothings with the Viscount in the window-embrasure, exclaimed, and ran forward, saying impulsively: "Oh, how glad I am! Everything is right again, and you are better!" She then blushed, cast a deprecating look at Martin, began to stammer something incoherent, and was rescued by Ulverston, who said cheerfully: "Hallo, Ger! How do you find yourself, dear boy?"

"St. Erth and Martin!" announced the Dowager, having verified this fact through her long-handled glasses. "I am excessively pleased to see you, St. Erth. I said it would not be long before you were upon your feet again. I had no apprehension that it could be otherwise. The Frant constitution is excellent. Someone should set a chair for St. Erth. Ah, Martin has done so! I knew I could depend upon him, for I am sure nothing could exceed his solicitude for his brother."

Martin looked anything but grateful for this testimony, but said roughly: "You had better sit down, St. Erth, or you will go off into a swoon, or something, and I shall be blamed for it!"

Sir Thomas, who was cordially shaking hands with the Earl, said bluntly: "Now, that's enough, young man! Least said is the soonest mended! Well, my lord, I came to see how you did, but little did I expect to find you out of your bed! Ay, you are a trifle pale, but that's nothing! I am heartily glad to see you so stout! Such faradiddles as we have been hearing! Not that I believe a quarter of what is told me! No, no, I have been about the world a little too much for that!"

"St. Erth was shot by a poacher," stated the Dowager. "I was not at all surprised. I thought that that was how it must have been. They should all of them be transported."

"Well, well, if we could lay them by the heels, so they should be!" said Sir Thomas. "Do you sit down, my lord!"

While everyone was either endorsing this advice, or offering the Earl a cushion, or a stool for his feet, Martin escaped from the saloon, almost colliding in the doorway with Abney, who was on the point of ushering in two more visitors. He fell back, bowing perfunctorily, and Abney announced Mr. and Mrs. Morville.

Mrs. Morville acknowledged Martin's bow with a nod, and a smile; Mr. Morville, who had been dragged unwillingly to render the observances of civility to his daughter's hostess, said: "Ha, Martin!" and surveyed the rest of the company with a disillusioned eye, which the Viscount (as he informed his betrothed in a whisper) found singularly unnerving.

Mrs. Morville, meanwhile, having shaken hands with the Dowager, exchanged greetings with Sir Thomas and Marianne, smiled at her daughter, and wished that the Dowager would be a little more particular in her presentation of the two strange young gentlemen.

"My stepson, St. Erth, and Lord Ulverston!" said the Dowager generally.

Both gentlemen were bowing. Mr. Morville answered the question in his wife's mind by staring very hard at the Viscount, and ejaculating: "Ulverston, eh? Well, well, that takes me back a good few years! How do you do? Your father and I were up at Cambridge together. You're very like him!"

Mrs. Morville, bestowing a brief smile upon Ulverston, then turned her attention to the Earl, shaking hands with him, and expressing the conventional hope that he was recovered from his accident. Since Drusilla had not chosen to describe him to her parents, his fair countenance came as a shock to Mrs. Morville, who had expected to confront an unmistakable Frant. She almost blinked at him, found that he was smiling at her, and instantly understood why her staid daughter had lost her heart to him. Her own heart sank, for she was by no means a besotted mother, and while she truly valued Drusilla she could not find it in her to suppose that it lay within her power to engage the affections of one who, besides being a notable parti, was more handsome than (she felt) any young man had a right to be.

Nothing of this showed, however, in her manner. The Earl was expressing the sense of his obligation to Drusilla: she replied calmly that she was glad Drusilla had found an opportunity to be useful; and, seating herself on the sofa, made a little gesture to the place beside her, saying: "I am persuaded you should not stand, Lord St. Erth."