False Colours

implacable hatred, which startled him. “Well, don’t eat me!” he said lightly. “I only meant—”

“I know what you meant! And it doesn’t occur to me! Nor would it occur to you, if you knew all I learned from Mama when this—this business first crashed upon me! She was seventeen when my father married her! As innocent as Patience, but not reared as Patience was! What she told me about that household—! All Grandmother Baverstock ever cared for was that her daughters should be taught accomplishments, so that they might make good marriages! As for economy, Cosmo is the only Cliffe I ever heard of who knows how to hold household! My father—years older than she was!—fancied himself to be in love with her! Love? He was dazzled by her face, and her captivating ways, and had no more love for her than I have for Cressida Stavely! That was soon over! Everything in Mama which makes her so lovable he disliked! Cold, selfish—! Kester, he drove her off—pokered up when she showed her affection, in that impulsive way she has! It was not the thing for Lady Denville to allow the world to suspect she had a heart! Can you wonder at it that she turned from him, let herself be drawn into—Well, never mind! You don’t understand that, Kester, but I do, and I tell you that whatever sins or follies Mama has committed are to be laid at my father’s door!”

“Take a damper!” Kit advised him. “I’m entirely at one with you in believing that Papa was grossly to blame; but dearly as I love Mama I can see how maddening she must have been to a man of his cut! You think he could have taught her to hold household: you may be right, but I doubt it. Now, don’t fly up into the boughs again! None of that signifies today: it’s past mending. What we have to do, Eve, is to find a way to tow her off Point Non-Plus now. I know she stands in Edgbaston’s debt, and in Child’s. Anyone else?”

“Yes, several people’s—including Ripple!”

“Well, he isn’t dunning her, at all events,” said Kit thoughtfully.

Evelyn’s angry flush had faded, but it surged up again. “What difference docs that make? Are you suggesting that I should permit Mama to remain in debt to him? Or anyone else! Would you be content to turn a blind eye to such obligations?”

“No,” confessed Kit. “They must all be paid, of course, but not all immediately. It’s the devil of a sum to raise, Eve!”

“Fiddle! I could do it in the twinkling of a bedpost, if I could but persuade my uncle to wind up the Trust!”

Kit shook his head. “You must know he won’t. He’s not going to like this proposed marriage of yours.”

“Then he should! He’s been preaching sobriety to me from the day my father died! If I would become less volatile he would gladly wind up the Trust! If he wasn’t cutting a sham—and I acquit him of that!—he should welcome my marriage to such a girl as Patience!”

“Unfortunately,” said Kit, grimacing, “he is enthusiastically welcoming your marriage to Cressy. You had a letter from him this morning. I’ll give it to you.”

“I don’t want it. Does he imagine that with my heart given to Patience marriage to Cressy would make me less volatile?”

Kit looked a little quizzically at him. “What he will imagine, Eve, is that you’re as volatile as ever you were, and will soon have formed a lasting passion for another lady!”

“He’ll discover his mistake! I don’t deny I’ve fancied myself in love a dozen times, or that I didn’t think even the liveliest of my flirts a dead bore, after a few weeks of dangling about her! To own the truth, when I offered for Cressy, I’d reached the conclusion that I was volatile! Hence Clara—and several other bits of muslin! Then I met Patience, and knew that I had never been in love before. She’s not dashing, or lively, or full of fun and wit, and I dare say you might not consider her to be as beautiful as some others I could name. But I have been constantly in her company, and the very notion that I could think her a dead bore is so absurd—so fantastic—Oh, I can’t explain it to you, Kester!”

“Listen, Eve!” Kit said. “You needn’t explain it to me! I know, and if I didn’t it would make no odds! All that concerns us is the light in which my uncle will look upon the marriage. There’s never been any hiding of teeth between us, so I’ll tell you without roundaboutation that my uncle will be at one with Askham in thinking it a most unequal match. Which, from what you’ve told me, I collect that it is, if one looks at it from a worldly point of view.”

“Dash it, Kester, I haven’t fallen in love with the daughter of a Cit, or a mere smatterer. Her birth may not be noble, but it is as respectable as my own! The Askhams are not fashionable, but they are well-connected, so if you are picturing to yourself a family of—of dowdy provincials, you’re fair and far off! Askham is a man of culture, his wife a most superior woman, and Patience herself as much beyond my touch as any star in the sky! As for fortune, my uncle has said himself it’s unimportant!”

Kit, well aware that his twin was placing too liberal a construction on Lord Brumby’s words, asked bluntly: “What is her fortune?”

Evelyn flushed. “She has none! Oh, that’s to say none that my uncle would consider worth the mention! Askham is not affluent. You may say that he was born to an independence! I should describe his circumstances as comfortable rather than handsome, and his family is large. He told me frankly that he could not dower Patience with anything more than a sum that would seem paltry to me; and I told him, as frankly, that I’m not hanging out for an heiress, and should think myself fortunate to win Patience if she hadn’t as much as a grig to call her own!”

“I dare say! But if you think to make a hand of it by telling all that to my uncle it must be midsummer moon with you! Good God, his notion of what is due to your consequence is as top-lofty as ever Papa’s was, and pretty near as stiff-rumped!”

“Damn my consequence! When I think that if it were not so imperative for me to get possession of my fortune I shouldn’t care a straw for my uncle’s opinion—But it is imperative!”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” said Kit. “Not in Dun territory on your own account, are you ?”

“Of course I’m not! However volatile I may be!” Evelyn snapped.

“Then it’s merely a question of Mama’s debts, and I think—”

He was interrupted by a sudden crack of laughter from his twin. “The word I like is merely!” Evelyn told him.

“—and I think,” repeated Kit, “that the best way out of the difficulty is for me to settle them.”

There was a moment’s astonished silence before Evelyn demanded: “Have you run mad, Kester? You can’t surely be bosky after a couple of brandies!”

“Neither mad nor bosky. It hadn’t occurred to me until a minute ago, and I fancy it didn’t occur to you either: we’ve been forgetting that legacy of mine, Eve!” He walked across the room to set down his glass, and came back to the day-bed. “I haven’t been able to go into things with the lawyers yet, but I collect the stocks ought to realize something in the neighbourhood of £20,000. There are no strings tied to the bequest, so—”

“So that makes everything as right as a ram’s horn! I wonder that I shouldn’t have thought of it myself. We’ll call it a wedding-present, shall we?”

Kit grinned, but said: “Now, don’t be a gudgeon, twin! If you—”

“I a gudgeon?” gasped Evelyn. “Well, if that don’t beat the Dutch!”

“Gammon! I’ve as much right as you to rescue Mama!”

“You haven’t, and you know it! The obligation was my father’s, and it has descended to me! Try playing off your tricks on someone who ain’t your twin, you unconscionable humbug!”

“Call it a loan!” suggested Kit. “It was only a windfall, remember! My father left me very well provided for, and I don’t stand in need of it. You can pay it back to me when you’re thirty, after all!”

“Oh, do stop talking such slum, Kester!” begged Evelyn. “You might just as well, for there’s no power on earth that would make me consent to such a scheme! Would you consent to it, if our positions were reversed?”

“No, I don’t suppose I should,” Kit admitted.

“Well, I know you wouldn’t!” Evelyn got up. “I must be off, or poor old Pinny won’t get a wink of sleep: she means to undress me! Kester, could you spare me Challow tomorrow? I want him to drive me to Brighton. I didn’t see Silverdale, you know, and I must. He’s got a damned mischief-making tongue, and if he were to discover the truth about that brooch it would be all over London within a sennight.”