The Quiet Gentleman

"How very fortunate!" returned St. Erth. "Do draw your chair to this end of the table, Martin! and you too, Mr. Clowne! Abney, have the epergne conveyed to her ladyship's sitting-room!"

Theo looked amused, but said under his breath: "Gervase, for God's sake—!"

"You will not have that thing put into my mother's room!" exclaimed Martin, a good deal startled.

"Don't you think she would like to have it? If she has a particular fondness for it, I should not wish to deprive her of it."

"She will wish it to be left where it has always stood, and so I tell you! And if I know Mama," he added, with relish, "I'll wager that's what will happen!"

"Oh, I shouldn't do that!" Gervase said. "You see, you don't know me, and it is never wise to bet against a dark horse."

"I suppose that you think, just because you're St. Erth now, that you may turn Stanyon upside down, if you choose!" growled Martin, a little nonplussed.

"Well, yes," replied Gervase. "I do think it, but you must not let it distress you, for I really shan't quite do that!"

"We shall see what Mama has to say!" was all Martin could think of to retort.

The Dowager's comments, when the fell tidings were presently divulged to her, were at once comprehensive and discursive, and culminated in an unwise announcement that Abney would take his orders from his mistress.

"Oh, I hope he will not!" said Gervase. "I should be very reluctant to dismiss a servant who has been for so many years employed in the family!" He smiled down into the Dowager's astonished face, and added, in his gentle way: "But I have too great a dependence on your sense of propriety, ma'am, to suppose that you would issue any orders at Stanyon which ran counter to mine."

Everyone but Miss Morville, who was studying the Fashion Notes in the Ladies' periodical, waited with suspended breath for the climax to this engagement. They were disappointed, or relieved, according to their several dispositions, when the Dowager said, after a short silence, pregnant with passion: "You will do as you please in your own home, St. Erth! Pray do not hesitate to inform me if you desire me to remove to the Dower House immediately!"

"Ah, no! I should be sorry to see you do so, ma'am!" replied Gervase. "Such a house as Stanyon would be a sad place without a mistress!" Her face snowed no sign of relenting, and he added, in a coaxing tone: "Do not be vexed with me! Must we quarrel? Indeed, I do not wish to stand upon bad terms with you!"

"I can assure you that no quarrel between us will be of my seeking," said the Dowager austerely. "A very odd thing it would be if I were to be picking quarrels with my stepson! Pray be so good as to apprise me, in the future, of the arrangements which you desire to alter at Stanyon!"

"Thank you!" Gervase said, bowing.

The meekness in his voice made his cousin's brows draw together a little; but Martin evidently considered that his mother had lost the first bout, for he uttered a disgusted exclamation, and flung out of the room in something very like a tantrum.