CHAPTER II

BELTRAVERS CASTLE

Beltravers Castle was a blaze of lights. At the head of the old oak

staircase (a magnificent example of the Selfridge period) the Lady

Beltravers stood receiving her guests. Magnificently gowned in one of

Rumpelmeyer's latest creations and wearing round her neck the famous

Beltravers' seed-pearls, she looked the picture of stately magnificence.

As each guest was announced by a bevy of footmen, she extended her

perfectly-gloved hand, and spoke a few words of kindly welcome.

"Good evening, Duchess; so good of you to look in. Ah, Earl, charmed to

meet you; you'll find some sandwiches in the billiard-room. Beltravers,

show the Earl some sandwiches. How-do-you-do, Professor? Delighted you

could come. Won't you take off your goloshes?"

All the county was there.

Lord Hobble was there wearing a magnificent stud; Erasmus Belt, the

famous author, whose novel "Bitten: A Romance" went into two editions;

Sir Septimus Root, the inventor of the fire-proof spat; Captain the

Honourable Alfred Nibbs, the popular breeder of blood-goldfish--the

whole world and his wife were present. And towering above them all stood

Lord Beltravers of Beltravers Castle, Beltravers.

Lord Beltravers stood aloof in a corner of the great ball-room. Above

his head was the proud coat-of-arms of the Beltraverses--a headless

sardine on a field of tomato. As each new arrival entered Lord

Beltravers scanned his or her countenance eagerly, and then turned away

with a snarl of disappointment. Would his little country maid never

come?

She came at last. Attired in a frock which had obviously been created

in Little Popley, she looked the picture of girlish innocence as she

stood for a moment hesitating in the doorway. Then her eyes brightened

as Lord Beltravers came towards her with long swinging strides.

"You're here!" he exclaimed. "How good of you to come. I have thought of

you ever since this morning. There is a valse beginning. Will you valse

it with me?"

"Thank you," said Gwendolen shyly.

Lord Beltravers, who valsed divinely, put his arm round her waist and

led her into the circle of dancers.

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