Colonel Piercey was lingering in the hall, much at a loss what to do. Margaret had not yet appeared. The butler stood at the door of the dining-room, with Robert, not John Simpson, at his side. Patty knew that it was correct and proper for the party to assemble first in the drawing-room, but she waived that ceremony for to-night. She came downstairs very audibly, describing to Gervase what she intended to do.
I cant bear the gloomy library, she said. I dont mean to sit in it. We must have the real drawing-room made fit to live in. But all that will want a little time, and, of course, your dear papa must be consulted. I would not for the world interfere with his little ways.
Wheres father? aint he coming to dinner? said Gervase, breaking into this speech, which the audience for which it was intended had already heard, noted, and inwardly digested.
No, Mr. Gervase. Mr. Dunning things as Sir Giles as ad enough excitement for to-day.
Well, said Patty, I dont think much of Dunning after his neglect, but hes right in that. I should have said so myself had it been referred to me. Early to bed and kept quite quiet that is the only thing for your poor dear papa. Are we waiting for any one? she said, looking round with majesty. Jai failli attendre . Patty had never heard these words, but they were written on her face.
There was silence in the hall. Colonel Piercey had turned round from the engraving which he had been examining with quite unnecessary minuteness; but as he did not know either of the strange couple who by a sudden transformation had become his hosts, it was not possible that he could give any explanations; and the butler, who had not the training of a master of the ceremonies, and who had begun to shake in his shoes before that personage who, in her day, had drawn beer for him at the Seven Thorns who had dismissed the great Parsons, and accused the greater Dunning of neglect remained dumb, shifting from one foot to another, looking helplessly in front of him. He ventured at last to say, with trepidation, that Mrs. Osborne, if you please, is just coming downstairs.
Oh, Mrs. Osborne! said Patty, and swept into the room. She stood looking for a moment at the expanse of the table laid with five places one of them unnecessary. I suppose I had better take my own proper place at once without ceremony, she said, with an airy gesture, half to Colonel Piercey, half to the butler. And, Gervase, as your father isnt here, you had better sit in his place. We must make another arrangement when Sir Giles is able to come to table. Oh, Margaret Osborne! Is that where she sits? And here she is! I dont say anything, for we are a little unpunctual ourselves to-night. But I must warn you all that I am generally exact to the minute, and I never wait for anybody, Patty said.
CHAPTER XXVIII
each other, but concealed from each other by the huge bouquet of flowers which occupied the central place; and neither of them, in the shock and strangeness of the occasion, found a word to say. They were both paralysed, so to speak, by the unimaginable circumstances in which they found themselves, overwhelmed with an amazement which grew as the meal went on. Gervase, in his fathers seat, ate voraciously, and laughed a good deal, but said little. Patty was mistress of the occasion. One glance of keen observation had shown her that Mrs. Osbornes dress was not even open at the throat; it was not covered with crape. It was the simplest of black gowns, with no special sign of deep mourning, such as on the evening of a funeral ought to have been indispensable. If Patty had ever entertained any doubt of herself it now vanished. It was she who was fulfilling all the duties necessary. The others were but outsiders. She had secured triumphantly her proper seat and sphere.
It is unfortunate for us, Gervase, she said, to come home on such a sad day; and to think we knew nothing of all the dreadful things that were going on till we learned it all with a shock when we arrived! It is true, we were moving about on our wedding-tour; but still, if the house hadnt been filled with those as that didnt wish us well, we might have been called back; and you, dear, might have had the mournful satisfaction
You always said, Patty, said Gervase, that you would stay a week away.
And to think of my poor dear mother-in-law looking for us, holding out her poor arms to us and us knowing nothing, said Patty, drying her eyes as if there were no telegraphs nor railways! Which makes it very sad for us to come home now; but I hope your dear father, Gervase, if hes rightly watched and done for, wont be any the worse. Oh, I hope not! it would be too sad. That Dunning, who has been thought so much of, does not seem to me at all fit for his place. To think of him to-day, such an agitating day, with nothing to give his master! I shall take the liberty of superintending Mr. Dunning in future, Patty said.
Gerald Piercey and Margaret Osborne ate what was set before them humbly, without raising their eyes. They were ridiculously silenced and reduced to subjection; even if they could have encouraged each other with a glance it would have been something, but they had not even that alleviation. What to say! They were ignored as completely as if they had been two naughty children. Gervase, more naughty still, but in favour, took advantage by behaving himself as badly as possible. He made signs to the butler to pour him out wine with a liberal hand, and gobbled his food in great mouthfuls. I say, Meg, he whispered, putting his hand before his mouth, dont tell! she cant see me! while his wifes monologue ran on; and then he interrupted it with one of those boisterous laughs by which the Softy was known.