The Quiet Gentleman

gallery. When he saw the Earl, he gave a start, and seemed to be in two minds whether to advance or to withdraw. The Earl, pausing, raised his quizzing-glass to his eye, and surveyed him with interest.

The dress, if not the bearing, of the stranger proclaimed his avocation, but it scarcely needed this to inform the Earl that he was confronting his brother's new valet. Ulverston's description rose forcibly to his mind. Mr. Leek's homely features were certainly unprepossessing, for besides being muffin-faced, he had small, quick-glancing eyes, and a nose which, having at some time in its owner's career been broken, was now far from straight. Close- cropped, grizzled hair, and a gap in his upper jaw occasioned by the loss of two teeth added little to his charm, and his smile, which, while it stretched his mouth left his eyes mirthless, did nothing to improve his countenance.

'Ah!' said the Earl. 'You, I fancy, must be Mr. Martin's new man!'

'Valet to the Honourable Martin,' said Mr. Leek, on a reproving note. 'Tempor'y! Being, as you may say, retired!' He added, as one tardily recollecting his instructions: 'Me lord!'

'I see you know me.'

'Properly speaking,' replied Mr. Leek, 'no! But the other flash—the other gentlemen being accounted for, which is the aforesaid Honourable Mr. Frant, and me Lord Ulverston, I reaches by deduction the concloosion that your lordship is this Earl.'

'Which Earl?' Gervase enquired.

'The one as owns this ken,' replied Mr. Leek, with a comprehensive gesture.

'I do own it, and as its owner I am a trifle curious to know what precise circumstance could take my brother's valet to a stair that leads only to some storerooms, and to the Fountain Court?'

'Getting me bearings, me lord,' explained Mr. Leek. 'Which ain't as easy as anyone might think which was reared in this Castle! What I do say, and will stand to, is that I never in all my puff see a ken which I'd liefer mill! That is, if I was a mill-ken, which, o'course, I ain't. But there are them as I know as would slum this ken—ah, quicker than wipe your eye!'

'Break into it?' asked the Earl.

'Ah!' said Mr. Leek. 'Well, look at all them jiggers and glazes, me lord!'

'I beg your pardon?'

'What I should say,' Mr. Leek corrected himself, with an embarrassed cough behind his hand, 'is them doors and winders, me lord! Any prig could open 'em, and no one a ha'porth the wiser!'

'Could you?'

'I could,' admitted Mr. Leek frankly, 'which ain't, however, to say I would!'

'You need not, need you?' said Gervase, with flickering smile. 'You, after all, are inside this ken!'

Mr. Leek, a little disconcerted, agreed to this, adding: 'Besides which, milling kens ain't my lay—properly speaking!'

'No, I fancy I have a shrewd suspicion of what your lay is,' said the Earl.

Mr. Leek eyed him a trifle askance. 'That's right, me lord: gentleman's gentleman!'

'But only temporarily!' the Earl reminded him.

Mr. Leek was spared the necessity of answering by the sudden arrival of his employer upon the scene. Martin, rounding the angle of the gallery, halted in his tracks, exclaiming: 'What the devil brings you .here, Leek?' He glanced at the Earl, coloured, and said rather awkwardly: 'I am glad to see you out of your room, St. Erth!'

The Earl, on whom the almost imperceptible jerk of the head which dismissed Mr. Leek was not lost, replied amiably: 'Thank you, Martin.'

'You will find my mother in the Italian Saloon!' said Martin.

'Again I thank you. Add to your goodness by lending me your arm!'

Martin looked very much surprised, but after a moment's hesitation he moved forward, and offered his arm. Striving after a natural manner, he said: 'I daresay you feel pretty weak still.'

'Oh, no, but it will be well if we are seen to be on excellent terms,' Gervase replied, slipping a hand in his arm, and beginning to stroll with him down the gallery.

The arm stiffened. 'Considering you would not allow me to set foot inside your room all these days—'

'You must make allowances for the whims of an invalid,' said the Earl. 'Do tell me what singular merit attaches to your new valet! I feel he must possess some extraordinary attribute, under his rough exterior, which induced you to hire him.'

'Oh—Leek!' Martin said, with a laugh. 'You are as bad as Theo! There's no mystery about it! Merely, Studley asked to be permitted to visit his old father, and I hate to have strangers about me.'

'Ah, he is an acquaintance of yours?'

'Why, no, not precisely! He's Hickling's uncle—my groom, you know! Of course, it wouldn't do to keep him for ever, but he does well enough while Studley is away. Besides, he—he keeps my boots in good order!'

The Earl, whose Hessians shone with a mirror-like gloss, for an instant levelled his glass at Martin's top- boots. He let it fall, and said politely: 'That is certainly an advantage. Er—what does he use on them?'

'Blacking, I suppose! What does Turvey use on yours?'

'Ah, that is a secret into which I have not been admitted!'

'Champagne, perhaps?' said Martin sardonically.

'I should not be at all surprised.'

They had come by this time to the head of the Grand Stairway. Abney, emerging from the Italian Saloon, stared at them for an astonished moment, and then bowed, and said, with a good deal of feeling: 'Your lordship! May I say how very happy I am to see your lordship restored to us?'

'Thank you; I am much obliged to you. Shall I find her ladyship in the Italian Saloon?'

'Indeed, yes, my lord!' Abney said, moving towards the door again. 'Sir Thomas and Miss Bolderwood have called to enquire after your lordship, and are with my lady now.'

The Earl's slender fingers closed on an arm that showed a tendency to withdraw itself. Martin said jerkily: 'I'll leave you! I have to go down to the stables!'

'In good time,' replied Gervase.

'If you think,' said Martin, in a savage undervoice, 'that I want to watch Ulverston making sheep's eyes at Marianne, you much mistake the matter!'

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