Ray came forward with the cup of soup which had been keeping hot by the fire.
‘This will warm you, darling.’
‘ ’Will it?’
Her voice had changed. The strain had gone out of it. It was comfortable to have Adrian ’s arm round her and to lean against his shoulder. She drank the soup and ate some of the chicken mould which Mrs. Marsham had sent up. She was warmed and fed, and the horrid feeling about not being able to remember was gone. She hadn’t done anything dreadful after all. Adrian said so. A pleasant drowsiness began to come over her. When Adrian laid her back on her pillows and tucked her up she opened her eyes for a moment.
‘I don’t want Aunt Sybil to come.’
‘She won’t if you go to sleep. But there’s nothing to be afraid of, you know.’
Half asleep and smiling, she spoke the thought that was in her mind-‘Nothing to be afraid of…She can’t make me marry Herbert now…’
CHAPTER XXI
Miss Silver spent a not unprofitable afternoon. Unlike so many country houses, Vineyards was provided with an up-to-date system of heating which kept the whole house at a comfortable temperature. The drawing-room, so spacious, so well proportioned, would have been quite on the chilly side without it. As it was, she was able to enjoy a seat in the sofa corner and get on very well indeed with little Josephine’s vest, whilst encouraging Lady Dryden to talk and receiving a great deal of information about everyone and everything-Lila’s history from the time when her improvident young parents had been killed together in a motor accident-‘And what would have happened to her, I can’t imagine, if my husband hadn’t come forward. They were quite distant cousins, and he was under no obligation to do so, but he was a childless widower at the time, and she was a pretty little thing. There was no legal adoption, but he treated her exactly as if she was his own child. Men are much more sentimental than women-don’t you think so? I am fond of Lila of course, but I couldn’t feel as if she were a child of my own. We were not married until some time later. He really did spoil and indulge her to an absurd extent. I have done my best to counteract it, but it is those early years that count. This marriage would have been the making of her-an older man upon whom she could lean, and complete security so far as money was concerned. I have never known anyone less fitted to struggle with the world than Lila is.’
Miss Silver gave her slight preliminary cough.
‘She was not provided for?’
Lady Dryden made an impatient gesture.
‘Her parents had less than nothing. I believe my husband had to pay off a number of debts. He himself had losses, and he could not do very much. My own income is not what it was.’
Miss Silver pulled thoughtfully at a pale pink ball of wool.
‘Then you were quite satisfied about the marriage?’
‘Indeed I was.’
‘And Miss Lila?’
Lady Dryden drew herself up a little.
‘Ah-you’ve been talking to Ray. You really must not believe all the irresponsible things she says. Because I did not wish Lila to make an extremely foolish marriage with a young man who was not in a position to support her, she has no doubt presented me as a kind of cruel stepmother. Girls have these romantic ideas. But when you see Lila I think you will agree with me that it would be the unkindest thing in the world to allow her to become a poor man’s wife.’
As her needles clicked and the pale pink vest revolved. Miss Silver agreed that romance was not always practicable.
‘In everyday life it requires a great deal of courage and unselfishness if it is to be maintained.’
Lady Dryden considered that this was the kind of thing to which there really isn’t any answer. It did not appear to her to mean anything at all. She said, ‘Oh, yes,’ in a perfunctory way and went on to talk about Eric Haile.
‘One of those charming people who spend a great deal more than their income. Though I don’t think anyone knows what his income is. I should be surprised if he knew himself. I suspect that Herbert subsidized him a good deal.’
‘He has been staying in the house?’
‘Only for the night. He has what he calls a cottage just on the other side of the village. He writes gossipy books about people’s private lives. After they’re dead of course, because there isn’t any law of libel then.’
Miss Silver said mildly,
‘You do not like him?’
Lady Dryden looked down her nose.
‘I have nothing against him in a social capacity. He can be very entertaining. At the moment I think he is taking too much upon himself, and I resent it. This was to have been Lila’s home, and Herbert is no sooner dead than Eric Haile behaves as if the whole place belonged to him.’
‘Is it possible that it does, Lady Dryden?’
‘It can’t be possible. Herbert told me himself a week ago that he was signing his new will.’
‘Did he say when?’
‘Within a day or two-I certainly understood that it would be within a day or two.’
‘Did Mr. Haile know that?’
‘I don’t know. Herbert may have told him, or he may not. I will tell you one thing. They had an interview just before dinner last night Herbert told me that he thought his cousin wanted to borrow money, and when I said I hoped the interview would be pleasanter than he appeared to expect, he laughed and said, “Keep your good wishes for Eric. He’s going to need them”.’
Miss Silver said, ‘Dear me!’
There was a tinge of complacency in Lady Dryden’s voice as she went on.
‘I said that sounded vindictive. He said that was what he was, and he repeated the word. So I don’t think the interview can have been a pleasant one, or that Mr. Haile can have enjoyed it very much.’
Miss Silver looked thoughtful.
‘And when they came in to dinner, did Mr. Haile appear to be upset?’
‘Oh, no. But he wouldn’t-he would never show anything. He has that social manner-no matter what he had in his mind, he would never allow it to show. No matter what it was!’
Miss Silver looked across her knitting with a very serious expression.
‘Just what do you mean by that, Lady Dryden?’
Sybil Dryden rose from her chair and stooped down to put a log on the fire. Her back was towards Miss Silver. All her movements were graceful and controlled. She said,
‘Mean? Oh, just what I said. I always do.’
She came back to her chair, arranged a cushion behind her, and went on smoothly.
‘I think I had better tell you about Miss Whitaker.’
Just before tea Eric Haile came into the room. Lady Dryden at once said that she would go and see how Lila was getting on.
Having remained courteously upon his feet until she had left the room, Mr. Haile sat down in the chair which she had vacated and proceeded to make himself agreeable to Miss Silver. After a few generalities he said with a smile,
‘Charming woman, Lady Dryden. Unfortunately she doesn’t like me.’
Miss Silver wondered what this was going to lead to. She maintained an attentive gaze and continued to knit. There was a brief pause as if he expected her to speak. Then he went on.
‘You must not think me inhospitable if I say that I do not quite understand in what capacity you are here. Naturally, any friend whom Lady Dryden feels would be a comfort or support to herself or to that poor girl is only too welcome. You are a friend of long standing?’
‘No, Mr. Haile.’
‘Then it is a professional engagement? Lady Dryden has mentioned that you were concerned in the recovery of Lady Urtingham’s pearls.’
‘Yes, Mr. Haile.’
He allowed himself to look a little surprised.
‘But in this case there has not been any robbery. Nothing is missing-there are no pearls to be recovered.’
Miss Silver again said, ‘No, Mr. Haile.’
If she was aware of exasperation, it did not interfere with the progress of little Josephine’s vest. She continued to knit smoothly and rapidly, and to regard him in a gently expectant manner. Eric Haile found himself unable to decide whether she was doing it on purpose. If she was, then she was deep, and he had better be careful. If not-well, she was easy, and he could go right ahead. He thought he would go on-but warily of course. He looked at her with great frankness and laughed.