“Oh, not for long now, I fancy!” responded Buxted. “I have been talking to the chief aeronaut, a very agreeable man! There are two of them, you know. This one — Oulton, I believe his name is — has been telling me a number of interesting facts concerning the difficulties and dangers of ballooning: the unexpected currents of air at high altitudes, the delicacy of the valve, the hazards of descending in a strong wind when the grapnels have frequently been known to tear away whole bushes, so that the balloon swiftly reascends — to name only a few! One needs to be intrepid indeed to venture into the sky: I don’t scruple to say I would not do so for the world!”

“No, indeed!” said Charis, shuddering.

“The speed to which they attain, too!” he continued. “Conceive of travelling at fifty miles an hour! But that, it seems, cannot be seen today, for there is too little wind. I fear that nothing more than a short flight will be attempted, unless, of course, a stronger current is encountered as the balloon rises. I wonder, Charis, if you know to what enormous — one might say incredible — heights they have been known to rise?”

“Felix told me, half-a-mile. Oh, I hope they will not do so today! It terrifies me only to think of it!”

The Marquis, interpreting with fiendish accuracy the expression on his nephew’s countenance, said: “Come, come, Carlton! Surely you can’t be such a clunch as to have hoped to astonish Felix’s sister? If she has been attending, for the past week, to his instructive discourse, she must be very well able to recite all the statistics to you!” He glanced at Charis, with a smile that drew a soft laugh from her. “But I do beg you won’t, Charis!”

“Oh, no, how could I? I am too stupid to understand such things!”

“Or perhaps your little brother didn’t perfectly understand all that he tried to tell you!” said Buxted. “It is not the height which constitutes the danger, but the delicacy of the valve, which controls the height. Owing to the atmospheric pressure the cord attached to it has to be operated with great caution. If the valve cannot be sufficiently opened the place of descent may be missed. If, on the other hand, it is opened, and cannot be closed again, the gas escapes with such violence that the balloon collapses so rapidly that it falls to the earth with fatal velocity!”

Fortunately, since Charis had turned pale at the thought that she might be going to witness so terrible a disaster, Jessamy created a diversion by exclaiming: “Look! they have begun to fill it!”

And, indeed, the silken bag, which had previously been spread on the ground, could now be seen, rising above the heads of the crowd. As it swelled and mounted it drew gasps of admiration from the spectators, for although those who had had the curiosity to observe it at close quarters knew that its classically-shaped boat was painted in blue and red, with a scrollwork of gold, it was not until the bag began to fill that the huddle of colours on the ground resolved themselves into vertical stripes of red and white, with a blue band, like a sash, running across them.

“Your ordeal is nearly over, cousin!” said Frederica. Before he could reply they were both startled by a hoarse shriek from Charis. Frederica turned quickly, just in time to see her pointing hand drop, and to catch her as she sank into a swoon. She looked round in alarm, and saw that the balloon, released from its moorings, was swiftly soaring upwards, with a small figure clinging, monkey-like, halfway up one of the dangling ropes which had tethered it to the ground. She sat rigid, so paralysed with dread that she could neither speak nor move. Her eyes, drenched with horror, remained fixed on Felix’s diminishing form; and she was unaware either of the noise made by the crowd of startled onlookers, or of the shocked silence which had fallen upon her companions.

That silence was broken by Jessamy. As white as Charis, he croaked suddenly: “They are pulling him up! Don’t try to climb, you little fool! Don’t —! O God! he’ll never keep his hold!”

He buried his face in his hands, but raised it again, as Alverstoke said coolly: “Yes, he will. Steady, my child! They are hauling him up fast.”

His gaze, like Frederica’s, never wavered from Felix, already a tiny, indistinguishable figure against the sky. The suspense lasted for seconds that seemed hours. Buxted said: “I can’t see! I can’t make out…!”

“Yes, yes!” cried Jessamy, his lips trembling. “They’re pulling him into the boat! Oh, well done, you little brute, you little devil! Just wait till I get my hands on you! Just wait!” He then sat down abruptly on the grass, and ducked his head between his knees.

Alverstoke, mounting the step of the landaulet, grasped Frederica’s wrist. “Come!” he said authoritatively. “You are not going to faint! He’s quite safe now.”

Buxted, also suffering, like Jessamy, from reaction, ejaculated: “Safe? Upon my word, sir, if you think it safe to be — ”

“Be quiet, cloth-head!” interrupted Alverstoke, with so much menace in the glance he cast upon his nephew that that well-meaning young man almost quailed.

Frederica pulled herself together. She said, out of a dry throat but with a calmness to match Alverstoke’s: “No, I never faint.” Becoming aware of Charis, limp against her shoulder, she said: “Charis! My — my wits must have gone begging! I forgot —!”

“Take this!” said Eliza, producing a vinaigrette from her reticule. “No, never mind! lay her back against the squabs! I’ll attend to her! For heaven’s sake, Ver-non, what’s to be done?”

“Revive Charis!” he recommended.

“That’s not what I meant!” she snapped, untying the ribbons of Charis’s bonnet, and casting his modish confection aside. “Frederica, change places with me, or let Vernon hand you out of the carriage!”

Still dazed by shock, Frederica yielded to the compulsion of Alverstoke’s hand, and climbed down from the landaulet. Her knees were shaking so much that she was glad to cling to his arm. She tried to smile, and said: “I beg your pardon: I am being very stupid! I don’t seem to be able to think, but you will know what I should do! Tell me, cousin!”

“There is nothing you can do,” he replied.

She stared rather blindly at him for a moment, but then said: “Nothing! You are right, of course. Nothing! I don’t even know — Cousin, where are they going? It’s an object with aeronauts, isn’t it, to discover how far they can travel?”

“So I believe, but you need not let that alarm you! They will be quite as anxious to set Felix down as you are to recover him! I can’t tell you where that will be, but from the direction of what little wind there is I should suppose they will descend somewhere in the region of Watford.”

“Watford! Is not that a considerable distance?”

“No, less than twenty miles. They will hardly dare to risk a landing until they are clear of the metropolis, and all the environs, you know. It is one thing to make an ascent from Hyde Park, but quite another to bring their infernal balloon down in an area dotted all over with towns and villages.”

“Yes. Yes, I see. I had not realized…. And they are bound to take every care — don’t you think?”

“Undoubtedly.”

She managed to summon up a smile. “I am not afraid of accident — not much afraid of it! But Lord Buxted has been telling us that the cold becomes intense at high altitudes, and I do fear that! You see, although he is perfectly stout, Felix does catch cold more easily than most, and it goes to his chest. He is not of a consumptive habit: our doctor at home calls it bronchitis, and says he will very likely grow out of it, but I–I can’t forget how ill he was, two years ago, when he suffered a very bad attack. And he has gone up there in that thin jacket —!” She stopped, and again forced herself to smile. “I am being foolish. There is nothing anyone can do.”

“There is nothing we can do, but you may depend upon it that the balloonists will wrap him up.”

He spoke in his habitual tone of cool unconcern, and it had its effect: she was insensibly reassured. On Buxted it also had its effect, but a different one. He said angrily: “Good God, sir, is that all you can find to say in this dreadful situation?”

Alverstoke looked at him, his brows lifting. “That’s all,” he replied. He saw Buxted’s hands clench themselves into fists, and smiled faintly. “I shouldn’t,” he advised him.

For a moment it seemed as if Buxted would yield to impulse; but he mastered himself. His face was still much flushed, and he said with suppressed passion: “Are you ignorant of the dangers that boy is exposed to, or insensate?”

“Neither,” said Alverstoke. “I’m glad to see you have some red blood in you, but if you don’t keep your tongue between your teeth I shall be strongly tempted to let some of it!”

“Oh, be quiet, both of you!” exclaimed Eliza. “Charis listen to me! — Felix is safe! There is nothing to cry for — do you hear me? Come, now!”

But Charis, recovering consciousness, had broken into hysterical sobs, and seemed to be unable either to check them, or to understand what Eliza was saying to her.

“Vapours!” said Alverstoke. “It needed only that! Now we shall have a mob gathered round us!”

Frederica, stepping quickly up into the carriage, said: “Let me come there, cousin, if you please! Soothing will only make her worse.”

As she spoke, she pulled Charis out of Eliza’s arms, and dealt her one deliberate slap across her cheek, which startled the rest of the company almost as much as its recipient. Charis caught her breath between a sob and a whimper, and stared up out of frightened, tear-drenched eyes into her sister’s purposeful countenance. “Felix!” she uttered. “Oh, Felix, Felix! Oh, Frederica!”