SUSPICION
The Graydown Stables were always a model of well-ordered efficiency, and
it had ever been Bunny's pride to show them to his friends. But he
awaited General Melrose and his daughter on the following afternoon in
a mood of some impatience. He had arrived early in the hope of finding
Toby at liberty, but his young _fianceé_ was nowhere to be found. She had
gone out riding, Maud said, immediately after luncheon, and he realized
with some disgust that he had forgotten to tell her on the previous day
of his coming.
"She will be in to tea, dear," Maud said, and he was obliged to content
himself with the prospect of seeing her and acquainting her with
Saltash's energetic interest on their behalf after the visitors had gone.
He had never felt less in the mood for entertaining casual friends than
he felt on that sunny afternoon in September as he lounged in the wide
stable-yard and waited for them. He had always liked Sheila Melrose, they
had a good deal in common. But curiously enough it was that very fact
that made him strangely reluctant to meet her now. In some inexplicable
fashion, he found her simple directness disconcerting. Toby's words stuck
obstinately in his mind, refusing to be dislodged. "She likes you well
enough not to want you to marry me." He realized beyond question that
those words had not been without some significance. It might be just
instinct with her, as Toby had declared, but that Sheila regarded his
engagement as a mistake he was fairly convinced. That she herself had any
feeling for him beyond that of friendship he did not for a moment
imagine. Bunny had no vanity in that direction. There was too much of the
boy, too much of the frank comrade, in his disposition for that. They
were pals, and the idea of anything deeper than palship on either side
had never seriously crossed his mind. He was honest in all his ways, and
his love for Toby--that wild and wonderful flower of first love--filled
all his conscious thoughts to the exclusion of aught beside. The odd,
sweet beauty of her had him in thrall. She was so totally different from
everyone else he had ever encountered. He felt the lure of her more and
more with every meeting, the wonder and the charm.
But Sheila did not want him to marry her, and a very natural feeling of
irritation against her possessed him in consequence. Doubtless Sheila had
a perfect right to her opinions, but she might keep them to herself.
Between Saltash's headlong resolve to help and Sheila's veiled desire to
hinder, he felt that his course was becoming too complicated, as if in
spite of his utmost efforts to guide his own craft there were contrary
currents at work that he was powerless to avoid.
He had an urgent desire for Toby that afternoon, and he was inclined
somewhat unreasonably to resent her absence. But when at length the hoot
of the General's car warned him of his visitors' advent as they turned in
at the gate, he was suddenly conscious of a feeling of relief that he was
alone. Toby was not at her ease with them. She fancied they disapproved
of her, and whether the fancy were justified or not he was glad that she
was not there to meet them. He determined to get the business over as
quickly as possible.
Sheila in her dainty summer attire was looking even prettier than usual,
and almost against his will Bunny noted the fact. Against his will also,
his barely-acknowledged feeling of resentment vanished before he had been
five minutes in her company. Sheila's charms went beyond mere prettiness.
She had the tact and ready ease of manner which experience of the world
alone can impart. She was sympathetic and quick of understanding. Without
flattering, she possessed the happy knack of setting those about her at
their ease. It was very rarely that she was roused to indignation;
perhaps only Saltash knew how deep her indignation could be. And he was
not the man to impart the knowledge to anyone else.
So on that warm September afternoon in her gracious way she restored
Bunny's good humour and reinstated their friendship without effort,
without apparent consciousness of any strain upon it. They went through
the stables, and Bunny displayed his favourites with an enthusiasm of
which he had not believed himself capable a little earlier. The stud had
always been his great delight from boyhood, and both the General and his
daughter took a keen interest in all they saw.
The time passed with astounding rapidity, and the chiming of the great
stable-clock awoke Bunny at length to the fact that the afternoon was
practically over.
"Maud will think we are never going in to tea," he said, with a laugh,
turning back from the gate into the training field where they had been
inspecting some of the colts. "You'll come round to the house, won't you?
She is expecting you--said I was to be sure to bring you in."
Sheila smiled and accepted the invitation. "We were hoping to see Mrs.
Bolton to say good-bye," she said. "Is Miss Larpent not here to-day?"
"Yes, she's out riding," Bunny said. "She may be in any moment. It's a
pity Jake is away. He is expected back some time next week."
"Yes, I'm sorry to have missed him," said the General. "Tell him that
I've enjoyed seeing the animals, and I think he has a very fine show! I
never could understand how Saltash could bring himself to part with the
stud."
"He's so seldom at home," said Bunny. "Yachting is much more in his
line--though as a matter of fact he is at the Castle just now, came back
yesterday."
"Is he indeed? Are you sure of that?" Sheila spoke with surprise. "I
thought he meant to be away much longer."
"His intentions never last more than a couple of days," remarked the
General with a touch of acidity. "Nothing he does ever surprises me."
"He's a very good chap," began Bunny. "He's been no end decent to me.
Why,--" he broke off suddenly--"Hullo! There he is! And--Toby!"
Two figures had come suddenly round the corner of some stables, walking
side by side. Both were in riding-dress, but the day being hot, the girl
had discarded her long coat and was carrying it without ceremony over her
arm. Her silk shirt was open at the neck, her soft hat pushed jauntily
down on the side of her head. She was laughing as she came, and she
looked like a merry little cow-boy straight from the prairies.
The man who moved beside her was laughing also. There was no grace about
him, only that strange unstudied kingliness that had earned for him the
title of "Rex." He was swift to see the advancing visitors and swept
the hat from his head with a royal gesture of greeting.
Toby's face flushed deeply; she looked for the moment inclined to run
away. Then with an impulse half-defiant, she restrained herself and
caught back the smile that had so nearly vanished. She slapped the switch
against her gaitered leg with boyish swagger and advanced.
A quick frown drew Bunny's forehead as he observed her attitude. He spoke
impetuously, almost before they met.
"You look like a girl out of a comic opera. Why don't you put your coat
on?"
Toby made a face at him. "Because it's cooler off. You can carry it if
you like." She threw it to him nonchalantly with the words, and turned
forthwith to Sheila. "Have you just been round the Stables? Grilling,
isn't it? I've been exercising one of the youngsters. He nearly pulled my
arms off. We've been practising some jumps."
"Then you shouldn't," put in Bunny. "The ground's too hard for jumping."
Toby turned upon him with a flash of temper. "No one asked for your
opinion. I know a safe jump when I see one. Are you coming in to tea,
Miss Melrose? I should think you're wanting it. Yes? What's the matter?"
She flung the two questions in a different tone, sharply, as though
startled. Sheila was looking at her oddly, very intently, a species of
puzzled recognition in her eyes.
Toby backed away from her, half-laughing, yet with something that was not
laughter on her face. "What can be the matter?" she said. "Is it--is it
my riding breeches? Here, Bunny! Let me have my coat!" She turned swiftly
with extended arms. "Quick! Before Miss Melrose faints! I've given her
the shock of her life."
"No! No!" protested Sheila, recovering. "Don't be absurd! You reminded me
so vividly of someone, that's all. I don't quite know who even yet."
Bunny helped Toby into the coat without a word. There was grim
displeasure on his face. The General and Saltash were talking together
and for the moment they three stood there alone.
Toby turned round laughing. "How ridiculous you are!" she said to Bunny.
"You've seen me in this get-up heaps of times before--and will again.
Miss Melrose, I forgot you hadn't. I'm horribly sorry to have shocked
you. Shall we go in for tea now?"
The puzzled look was still in Sheila's eyes though she smiled in answer.
"I am not shocked--of course," she said. "But--but--"
"Yes?" said Toby.
She spoke in the same brief, staccato note; the word was like a
challenge. Saltash turned suddenly round.
"I have just been complimenting Miss Larpent on the excellence of her
get-up," he said lightly. "We met at the gate on the downs, and I have
been witnessing some very pretty horsemanship. Miss Melrose, I hear you
are leaving tomorrow, and am quite desolated in consequence. It is always
my luck to be left behind."
The hard little smile that only he could ever provoke was on Sheila's
lips as she turned to him.
"For such a rapid rider, you are indeed unfortunate," she said.
He laughed with careless effrontery. "Yes, the devil usually takes the
hindmost,--so I've been told. Miss Larpent anyway is quite safe, for she
will always be an easy first."
"There is such a thing as going too fast," commented Bunny.
"There is such a thing as getting away altogether," flung back Toby with
spirit.
Bunny's eyes flashed into sudden, ominous flame. He could not have said
why the contrast between the two girls--the one in her dainty summer
attire and the other in her boyish riding-kit--had such an effect upon
him, but for the moment it almost infuriated him.
Toby saw it, and her own eyes lit in response. She stood waiting for his
rejoinder--the spirit of mischief incarnate, wary, alert, daring him.
But Bunny did not speak in answer. He drew in a hard breath through teeth
that gripped his lower lip, and restrained himself. The next instant he
had turned away.
"Oh, damn!" said Toby, and swung upon her heel.
Saltash and the General walked beside her, rallying her. But Bunny and
Sheila came behind in silence.