He regarded her in some amusement. “Have you, indeed? What a very odd sort of governess you are, ma’am!”

“Yes, and you can’t imagine what a worry I have been in, trying to decide what I ought to do in this troublesome situation,” she said seriously. “I think I am right to scotch the affair, if I can; for while, on the one hand, the Burfords might welcome the match, on the other, Mrs Underhill would not, and Tiffany is too young to be contracted to anyone.”

“Why wouldn’t Mrs Underhill welcome the match?”

“Because she wants Tiffany to marry her cousin, of course.”

“Good God! I should have said that the boy holds her in contempt and dislike!”

“Mrs Underwood thinks they will learn to love one another.”

“Foolish beyond permission! Isn’t he dangling after the pretty redhead?”

“Yes, and I should think they will make a match of it one day,” she agreed. “Which would be a very good thing, for they suit wonderfully. And once Tiffany has left Staples, which will be next year, when her aunt Burford is pledged to bring her out, Mrs Underhill will very soon become reconciled. In the meantime, I do believe it to be my duty to do my possible to keep Tiffany quite—quite unattached!” She smiled kindly upon him, and added: “So I am very grateful to you for your assistance, Sir Waldo!”

“Even though—if the little minx has made up her mind to many a Marquis!—it must be thought superfluous!”

“Oh, no! We can’t foretell what might happen, you know. Tiffany is only a precocious child, and although she may indulge dreams of grandeur she doesn’t scheme.Would you care to say that she won’t take just enough fancy to Lord Lindeth to imagine herself in love? I promise you I wouldn’t! He is very good-looking, you know, besides having such engaging manners! Indeed, I am more than half in love with him myself!”

“Now, that I utterly forbid!” he declared.

She laughed. “I should rather think you might! I must be several years his senior. But in all seriousness, sir, a marriage between him and Tiffany would not do!”

“I am well aware of it.”

“Even if her birth matched his!” she said earnestly. “It must seem shocking in me to say such a thing of her, but I feel it would be quite wicked of me not to put you on your guard!”

“You believe it to be necessary?”

“I don’t know. I’ve seen how she can bring people round her thumb, and how charming she can be, when she chooses. But she hasn’t a particle of that sweetness of disposition which is in your cousin, and nothing but misery could be the outcome of a marriage between them!”

“Let me assure you, ma’am, since you seem to think I might succumb to her wiles, that my taste runs to females of quite another complexion!”

“I am glad of it,” she said, thinking, however, that he might well be courting more danger than he was yet aware of.

“That’s the kindest thing you have yet said to me,” he murmured.

She glanced at him, a puzzled expression in her eyes. They met his, and saw that they were quizzically smiling; and the suspicion flashed into her mind that he was trying to beguile her into flirtation. It was swiftly succeeded by the startling realization that she could very easily be so beguiled. That would never do, of course; so she said lightly: “I should be sorry to see anyone in Tiffany’s toils. Which puts me in mind of something I had to say to you! Tell me, Sir Waldo, what do you think of this proposed expedition to Knaresborough?”

“Too far, and the weather too sultry,” he replied, tacitly accepting her rebuff. He thought she sighed faintly, and said: “Do you wish for it, then?”

“I own I should like to go, if it were possible. Your cousin’s description of the Dripping Well made me long to see it. Tiffany, too. No sooner had Lord Lindeth told us of the wild, ragged rocks, and the cavern which was once the lair of bandits than she became mad after it!”

He smiled. “Mysteries of Udolpho?”

“Naturally! And I must own that it sounds most romantic. Isn’t it odd that it should be Lord Lindeth, a stranger to the district, who should have told us about it?”

“Oh, no! Natives are never enraptured by their surroundings. Over great familiarity,you know, genders despite.”

“Very true. I wish it were not too far to make an expedition eligible. I had not thought it about sixteen miles.”

“Which would mean a ride of thirty-two miles.”

“Nothing of the sort! Two rides of sixteen miles, with a long rest between for repose and refreshment! That’s a very different matter.”

“Out again, Miss Trent! Refreshment, certainly; but instead of reposing yourself you would spend your time clambering up rocky crags, and exploring caverns. Why don’t you go by carriage, if go you must?”

“Because nothing would prevail upon Tiffany to sit beside me in a carriage, driving sedately along the road when she might be on horseback, enjoying a canter over the moor. To be honest with you, I should think it sadly flat myself! Do you picture us being quite knocked up? I know my own powers, and as for Tiffany, she is the most indefatigable girl imaginable. However, it is very hot, so I’ll say no more.”

“You may say no more, but if the Beautiful Baggage is indeed mad after it there will be not the least need for you to do so, will there?”

She choked, but replied awfully: “Sir Waldo, you go too far! Besides, you have only to drop a word in your cousin’s ear to make him cry off, which will end the matter.”

“My dear Miss Trent, if it would give you pleasure to go I withdraw my objection. In fact, I’ll accompany you.”

There could be no denying that it was very agreeable to be talked to in such a manner. Miss Trent was no self-deceiver, and she did not deny it; but she was uneasily aware of running the risk of forming far too strong an attachment to the Nonesuch. Commonsense told her that he was merely alleviating boredom with a little dalliance, probably thinking (for she was persuaded he would not wantonly trifle with any female’s affections) that she was past the age of being taken in by his light advances; but although there was often a laugh in his eyes there was also a certain warmth, and, in his voice, a note of sincerity hard to withstand. She remembered that her aunt had told her once, in a moment of exasperation, that she was a great deal too nice in her requirements; and she thought, wryly, that poor Lady Trent had spoken more truly than she knew, and would have been as much surprised as dismayed to have learnt that her provoking niece, having repulsed two very eligible suitors, had discovered that no less a personage than the Nonesuch would do for her.

It would be fatal to indulge a tendre for him; and the wisest course to pursue would be to avoid his company; but as this, in the circumstances, was impossible, the next best thing would be to maintain a cool friendliness. So she said, with all the composure at her command: “Yes, it would be prudent in you to do so, no doubt. Your presence will divert Tiffany far more surely than mine.”

“Oh, I’ve another reason than that!” he said.

She put up her brows, saying frigidly: “Indeed?”

The disarming twinkle was in his eyes. “Four is a more comfortable number than three, don’t you think?” he suggested blandly.

She agreed to it, but with a quivering lip. Sir Waldo, duly noting this circumstance, continued to expatiate on the advantages of adding a second gentleman to the expedition, producing several which made it quite impossible for Miss Trent to keep her countenance. He was interrupted in this unchivalrous assault upon her defences by the reappearance on the scene of Tiffany, who came dancing out on to the terrace with Julian and Courtenay at her heels, and disclosed that the party of four had become a party of six.

“We have settled it between us to go to Knaresborough on Friday!” she announced, sparkling with delight. “It is to be a regular cavalcade, which will be such good fun! Lizzie Colebatch is to go with us, and Courtenay too, of course. And you, Sir Waldo—if you please?”

It was said so prettily, and with such an appealing smile, that he thought it no wonder that Julian should watch her in blatant admiration. He replied: “Thank you: I do please!”

“Miss Colebatch!” Ancilla exclaimed, taken aback. “Tiffany, I don’t think Lady Colebatch will permit her to go!”

“Yes, yes, she will!” Tiffany asserted, with a trill of laughter. “Lindeth and Courtenay have persuaded her, promising that you will be with us, you dear dragon!”

“Yes, but that’s not what I mean,” said Ancilla. “Miss Cole-batch dislikes the hot weather so much that I should have thought her mama must have forbidden her to go on such an expedition. Does she perfectly understand where it is you mean to go?”

She was reassured on this point; but although Lady Cole-batch’s sanction made it improper for her to raise any further objection she could not feel at ease. Lady Colebatch was an indolent, good-natured woman who was much inclined to let her children overrule her judgment, but Ancilla knew how quickly Elizabeth wilted in the heat, and began to wish that the expedition had never been projected. Courtenay was confident that all would be well, for they meant to make an early start, so that they would have reached Knaresborough long before midday; and Tiffany said gaily that Lizzie only disliked the heat because it made her skin so red.

The three younger members of the party then began to discuss the route they should follow, the hour at which they should assemble, and the rival merits of the various inns in Knaresborough, Julian inviting the company to partake of a nuncheon at the Crown and Bell, and Courtenay asserting that the Bay Horse was superior.