The Obstacle Race Part 38

"I daren't," she a.s.sured him, her hand against his mouth, restraining him. "I never will again. You're much more like the great G.o.d Pan. There, now do be good! Please be good! I am sure someone is watching us. I can feel it in my bones. You're flinging my reputation to the little fishes.

Please, d.i.c.k--darling,--please!"

He held the appealing hand and kissed it very tenderly. "I can't resist that," he said. "So now we're quits, are we? And no one any the worse.

Juliet, you'll have to marry me soon."

She drew away from his arms, still panting a little. Her face was burning. "Now we'll go back," she said. "You're very unmanageable to-day.

I shall not come out with you again for a long time."

"Yes--yes, you will!" he urged. "I shouldn't be so unmanageable if I weren't so--starved."

She laughed rather shakily. "You're absurd and extravagant. Please row back now, d.i.c.k! Mr. and Mrs. Fielding will be wondering where we are."

"Let 'em wonder!" said d.i.c.k.

Nevertheless, moved by something in her voice or face, he turned the boat and began to row back to the little landing-stage. Juliet rescued the cigarettes from the floor, and presently placed one between his lips and lighted it for him. But her eyes did not meet his during the process, and her hand was not wholly steady. She leaned back in the stern and smoked her own cigarette afterwards in almost unbroken silence.

"Don't you want a water-lily?" d.i.c.k said to her once as they drew near a patch.

She shook her head. "No, don't disturb them! They're happier where they are."

"Impossible!" he protested. "When they might be with you!"

She raised her eyes to his then, and looked at him very steadily. "No, that doesn't follow, d.i.c.k," she said.

"I think it does," he said. "Never mind if you don't agree! Tell me when you are coming to sing at one of my Sat.u.r.day night concerts at High Shale!"

"Oh, I don't know, d.i.c.k." She looked momentarily embarra.s.sed. "You know we are going away very soon, don't you?"

"Where to?" he said.

"I don't know. Either Wales or the North. Mrs. Fielding needs a change, and I--"

"You're coming back?" he said.

"I suppose so--some time. Why?" She looked at him questioningly.

He leaned forward, his black eyes unswervingly upon her. "Because--if you don't--I shall come after you," he said, with iron determination.

She laughed a little. "Pray don't look so grim! I probably shall come back all in good time. I will let you know if I don't, anyway."

"You promise?" he said.

"Of course I promise." She flicked her cigarette-ash into the water. "I won't disappear without letting you know first."

"Without letting me know where to find you," he said.

She glanced over his shoulder as if measuring the distance between the skiff and the landing-stage. "No, I don't promise that. It wouldn't be fair. But you will be able to trace me by Columbus. He will certainly accompany the cat's-meat cart wherever it goes. Oh, d.i.c.k! There's someone there--waiting for us!"

He also threw a look behind him. "Shall I put her about? I don't see anyone, but if you wish it--"

"No, no, I don't! Row straight in! There is someone there, and you'll have to apologize. I knew we were being watched."

Juliet sat upright with a flushed face.

d.i.c.k began to laugh. "Dear, dear! How tragic! Never mind, darling! I daresay it's no one more important than a keeper, and we will see if we can enlist his sympathy."

He pulled a few swift strokes and the skiff glided up to the little landing-stage. He s.h.i.+pped the sculls, and held to the woodwork with one hand.

"Will you get ash.o.r.e, dear, and I'll tie up. There's no one here, you see."

"No one that matters," said a laughing voice above him, and suddenly a man in a white yachting-suit, slim, dark, with a monkey-like activity of movement, stepped out from the spreading shadow of a beech.

"Hullo!" exclaimed d.i.c.k, startled.

"Hullo, sir! Delighted to meet you. Madam, will you take my hand?

Ah--_et tu, Juliette!_ Delighted to meet you also."

He was bowing with one hand extended, the other on his heart. Juliet, still seated in the stern of the boat, had gone suddenly white to the lips.

She gasped a little, and in a moment forced a laugh that somehow sounded desperate. "Why, it is Charles Rex!" she said.

d.i.c.k's eyes came swiftly to her. "Who? Lord Saltash, isn't it? I thought so." His look flashed back to the man above him with something of a challenge. "You know this lady then?"

Two eyes--one black, one grey--looked down into his, answering the challenge with gay inconsequence. "Sir, I have that inestimable privilege. _Juliette_, will you not accept my hand?"

Juliet's hand came upwards a little uncertainly, then, as he grasped it, she stood up in the boat. "This is indeed a surprise," she said, and again involuntarily she gasped. "Rumour had it that you were a hundred miles away at least."

"Rumour!" laughed Lord Saltash. "How oft hath rumour played havoc with my name! Not an unpleasant surprise, I trust?"

He handed her ash.o.r.e, laughing on a note of mockery. Charles Burchester, Lord Saltash, said to be of royal descent, possessed in no small degree the charm not untempered with wickedness of his reputed ancestor. His friends had dubbed him "the merry monarch" long since, but Juliet had found a more dignified appellation for him which those who knew him best had immediately adopted. He had become Charles Rex from the day she had first bestowed the t.i.tle upon him. Somehow, in all his varying--sometimes amazing--moods, it suited him.

She stood with him on the little wooden landing-stage, her hand still in his, and the colour coming back into her face. "But of course not!" she said in answer to his light words, laughing still a trifle breathlessly.

"If you will promise not to prosecute us for trespa.s.sing!"

"_Mais, Juliette_!" He bent over her hand. "You could not trespa.s.s if you tried!" he declared gallantly. "And the cavalier with you--may I not have the honour of an introduction?"

He knew how to jest with grace in an awkward moment. d.i.c.k realised that, as, having secured the boat, he presented himself for Juliet's low-spoken introduction.

"Mr. Green--Lord Saltas.h.!.+"

Saltash extended a hand, his odd eyes full of quizzical amus.e.m.e.nt. "I've heard your name before, I think. And I believe I've seen you somewhere too. Ah, yes! It's coming back! You are the Orpheus who plays the flute to the wild beasts at High Shale. I've been wanting to meet you. I listened to you from my car one night, and--on my soul--I nearly wept!"

d.i.c.k smiled with a touch of cynicism. "Miss Moore was listening that night too," he said.

"Yes," Juliet said quickly. "I was there."

Saltash looked at her questioningly for a moment, then his look returned to d.i.c.k. "I am the friend who never tells," he observed. "So it was--Miss Moore--you were playing to, was it? Ah, _Juliette_!" He threw her a sudden smile. "I would I could play like that!"