“I haven’t a notion, and I doubt if the Scortons have either, for he was not of our party at the start of the evening. And I must say, Freddy, you did it beautifully! It was almost enough to make up for all the rest!”
“Very happy to have been of service!” murmured Mr. Standen, gratified. “Fellow been annoying you?”
“He was quite odious, but no, it wasn’t that!”
“Something else?” said Mr. Standen encouragingly.
Kitty nodded, biting her lip. “Yes, but I think perhaps I should not speak of it, even to you. I am in such a fix, and don’t know what to do!”
“Don’t do anything until we’ve got a hack!” recommended Freddy. “Tell me then!”
Kitty was glad to follow the first part of this eminently sensible advice; but when she sat beside Freddy, in the. darkness and mustiness of the hackney-coach, and he bade her tell him the whole, she hesitated.
“Much better do so,” he said. “Might be able to help you.”
“Freddy—it is most secret!”
“Well, dash it, Kit, you don’t suppose I’m going to blab it out to anyone, do you?”
She sighed. “No. Of course you would not. The thing is, my cousin, the—my cousin Camille was there tonight.”
“Thought very likely he would be.”
“Yes, but—Freddy, what do you know of him?”
“Don’t know anything,” replied Freddy firmly. “Seems a very pleasant fellow!”
“Has Jack said anything to you about him?”
“Said he was your cousin. Told us so one evening at Meg’s place. Must remember that, Kit!”
“Is that all Jack knows?”
“Lord, how should I—Dash it, Kit, I’m not going to answer a lot of questions, when I don’t know what the deuce you’ve got in your head! Silly thing to do! Bound to land myself in the basket! What’s Jack been saying to you?”
“Nothing! It was Camille himself, who—who made a—a shocking disclosure to me this evening. Freddy, it seems that he is not a Chevalier at all, but a—I must say, an adventurer I”
“Is he, though?” said Freddy. “Thought he was an ivoryturner myself. Comes to the same thing.”
“Good God, did you know this?” she exclaimed.
“Didn’t know it. Just a notion I took into my head. Fact is, asked m’father to discover who he was. No wish to distress you, Kit, but he ain’t known at the Embassy, and this precious uncle of his don’t seem to exist. At least, very likely he may have a dozen uncles, but there ain’t a Marquis amongst ‘em. No need to get into a taking over that! Don’t have to have Marquises in the family! Quite respectable not to. Well, what I mean is, think of us! We haven’t any!”
“But I cannot think that Camille is at all respectable,” said Kitty, in a small voice. “I very much fear, Freddy, that he is a gamester!”
“He is?” said Freddy, rather pleased. “Just what I said! Te3i you so?”
“Yes. He said also that his father runs a hell!”
“No, does he? Shouldn’t wonder if it was in the Palais Royale,” said Freddy knowledgeably. “Find all the best ones there, so m’father tells me.”
Taken aback, Kitty said: “But, Freddy, is it not very shocking?”
“Well, it ain’t precisely what one wants in the family,” admitted Freddy. “Dashed awkward, if your uncle ran a hell in London, of course, but he ain’t at all likely to, and if only we can hit on a scheme to get rid of this Camille of yours— not that I’ve anything against the fellow, except that it’s as plain as a pikestaff he might easily become a deuced nuisance —we shall be all right and tight.”
“I have the greatest apprehension that there will be some dreadful scandal!” said Kitty. “I see that I must tell you the whole. Freddy, it appears that he has fallen desperately in love with Olivia!”
“No harm in that,” said Freddy. “In fact, good thing! Don’t mind telling you, Kit, that it’s his dangling after the Yalding widow that made me take fright. Bound to lead to trouble! Needn’t think old Annerwick won’t make a lot of dashed awkward enquiries, because that’s just what he will do. Anyone would!”
“Oh, Freddy, I fear you do not understand!” said Kitty unhappily, and began, in a halting voice, to tell him just what the Chevalier had said to her.
He listened to her attentively, but his comment, at the end of her recital, was not just what she had expected. “Do you mean to tell me the fellow said all this to you, Kit?” he demanded incredulously. “Well, if that don’t beat the Dutch! Why the deuce couldn’t he have kept his mouth shut? French! Never knew such a set of gabsters!”
“I must own, I did rather think that myself,” she confessed. “Indeed, I was aghast to learn that he had disclosed the truth to Olivia.”
“I should think you would be!” he agreed. “No doing anything with such a gudgeon! Think she’ll spread the tale?”
“Oh, no, I am persuaded she would not! But only think of the pain she must have suffered!”
“No use thinking of that. Got enough to think about on our own account. Nothing for it but to pack the fellow off to France again, Kit. Dashed if I’ll have him causing you embarrassment! Devilish unpleasant situation, if the truth leaked out, y’know.”
“Oh, yes, and how shocking it would be if poor Lady Maria were to be taken-in, when I know the whole, and should have warned her! Only, how can I, Freddy?”
Rather alarmed, he said: “Lord, no! Now, for God’s sake, Kit, don’t you do anything buffle-headed! Only make bad worse! Got to think of a way to be rid of him. Daresay I shall hit on something.”
“Would he go, do you suppose, if you threatened him with exposure?” she asked doubtfully.
“Not unless he’s a regular flat, which we know he ain’t,” he replied. “Must know I wouldn’t do any such thing! Nice scandal to start in the family!”
“Would—would Jack?” she asked. “That is what I can’t help being afraid of! I—I fancy Jack may have a good reason for wishing Camille otherwhere.”
“Fellow tell you that too?” demanded Freddy. “Well, upon my soul!”
*’Is it true, Freddy?”’ asked. Kitry shyly.
“No use asking me. For one thing, dashed improper! and tor another, wouldn’t tell you, if I knew, which { don’t. Got something better to do than to pry into what don’t concern me.”
“Well,” said Kitty, with fortitude, “I have learnt a great deal since I came to town, and I think very likely it is true.”
“It don’t signify whether it is or whether it ain’t. Point is, Jack won’t expose your cousin any more than I will. Coming it a trifle too strong! What I mean is, if he nimbied the fellow’s lay, what the devil did he mean by presenting him to you, let alone a lot of other people? Yes, by Jove! Brought him to m’sister’s house! Spiked his own guns, Kit! He’s a bruising rider, but he don’t over-face his horses. He’ll keep his mouth shut.”
“Freddy, if he knew—or even suspected—that my cousin was not what he pretends to be, why—why did he bring him to Berkeley Square?”
“Because it’s the sort of thing he would do!” said Freddy tartly. “Same reason he tried to hoax me into going down to Arnside. Got a dashed queer sense of humour.”
“Yes, I see,” said Kitty. “I expect he wanted to punish me a little. Why didn’t you tell me what you suspected, Freddy?”
“Because I ain’t a French gabster!” said Freddy.
Chapter XVI
Upon their arrival in Berkeley Square, they were admitted into the house by the porter. Freddy was just about to take formal leave of his betrothed when his sister, attired in a flounced and frilled dressing-gown of rose-pink silk, appeared at the head of the staircase, and began to deliver herself of a dignified request to Miss Charing to come to her bedroom before she retired to her own. As the speech had been carefully composed and conned, it was a pity that the greater part of it remained unuttered. Her ladyship, perceiving Kitty’s escort, broke off in sudden dismay,
