Lady Maude's Mania Part 32

"Well," she cried, "have you seen Mr Melton?"

"Yes."

"And--"

"And? Bah! he's a miserable sneak. I haven't patience with him. Here, Tryphie, don't go."

The little maiden made no answer, but sailed out of the room, just as Lord Barmouth came in.

"Ah, Tom, my boy, any news?"

"Yes, governor--the world's coming to an end."

"Dear me! Is it, my boy? I was in hopes that it would have lasted my time. But perhaps it's for the best. Will it stop poor Maudey's marriage?"

"I hope so, gov'nor. Here, come along with me."

"Certainly, my boy, certainly; but, by the way, I'm very hungry. Can we get something to eat?"

The old man looked very haggard, for his internal wolf was gnawing.

"Come and see, gov'nor."

"Yes, my boy, I will. But, by the way, have you noticed anything particular about Maudey?"

"Looks precious miserable."

"Yes, my boy, she does; but I mean about her standing out in the balcony so much of an evening. You don't think--"

"Think what, gov'nor?"

"It's--it's--it's a devil of a way down into the area, Tom; and if she were--"

"To jump over and kill herself? Pooh! nonsense, old fellow. Here, come up to my room."

"I'm--I'm glad to hear you speak with so much confidence," said Lord Barmouth. "Yes, certainly, my boy, certainly. Dear me, I feel very faint."

Tom took his father's arm, and led the way to his bedroom, where he placed an easy-chair for the old man, and then stooping down, drew a case from beneath the bed and a gla.s.s or two from a cupboard.

"Why, Tom, my boy--wine?"

"Yes, gov'nor, wine. Fizz. Pfungst's dry fruity."

"But up here, Tom!"

"Yes, up here, gov'nor. A man must have something to take the taste of this nasty wedding out of his mouth."

"But how came it to be here, Tom?"

"I ordered the wine merchant to send it in, and here it is."

"But does her ladys.h.i.+p know?"

"Skeercely, gov'nor, as the Yankee said."

"But did--did you pay for it yourself, my boy?"

"No; I told 'em to put it down in the bill. Here, tip that off."

Tom filled a couple of small tumblers, and handed one to his father, who took it with trembling fingers.

"But really, my boy, this is very reprehensible. I--I--I--I--as your father, I feel bound to say--"

"Nothing at all, gov'nor. Tip it off. Do you good."

"No, no, Tom, it's champagne, and I--I--really, I--Now if it had been port."

"Tip it up, gov'nor."

"I shall investigate the whole matter, Robbins," said a strident voice outside, and the door-handle began to turn.

"Hi! Stop! Dressing!" cried Tom, frantically.

"Do not tell untruths, sir," exclaimed her ladys.h.i.+p, sternly, as she entered without the slightest hesitation. "Ah, as I expected. Wait, till the servants are gone. Robbins, take down that wine."

"Yes, my lady."

"Not this, you don't," said Tom, seizing the gold-foiled bottle by the neck.

"You knew that Lord Diphoos was having cases of wine up in his bedroom, Robbins?"

"No, my lady."

"You brought it up?"

"No, my lady--Joseph."

"Then Joseph knew."

"He said it was cases of modelling clay, my lady."

"That's right," said Tom, "modelling clay. Try a gla.s.s, mamma, to moisten yours."

"Take away that case."

"Yes, my lady."

Robbins stooped with difficulty, picked up the case, and slowly bore it out, her ladys.h.i.+p standing in a studied att.i.tude pointing the while.