She was preceded by an enormous stag-hound, who, having been shut up in her motor all the way from London, bounded delightedly, with the sense of young limbs released, on to the terrace, and made wild leaps in a circle round the horrified Petsy, who had just received a second saucerful of cream. Once he dashed in close, and with a single lick of his tongue swept the saucer dry of nutriment, and with hoarse barkings proceeded again to dance corybantically about, while Lady Ashbridge with faint cries of dismay waved her embroidery at him. Then, seeing his mistress coming out of the French window from the drawing-room, he bounded calf-like towards her, and Petsy, nearly sick with cream and horror, was gathered to Lady Ashbridge's bosom.
"My dear Barbara," she said, "how upsetting your dog is! Poor Petsy's heart is beating terribly; she does not like dogs. But Iam very pleased to see you, and I have given you the blue room."It was clearly suitable that Barbara Jerome should have a large dog, for both in mind and body she was on the large scale herself.
She had a pleasant, high-coloured face, was very tall, enormously stout, and moved with great briskness and vigour. She had something to say on any subject that came on the board; and, what was less usual in these days of universal knowledge, there was invariably some point in what she said. She had, in the ordinary sense of the word, no manners at all, but essentially made up for this lack by her sincere and humourous kindliness. She saw with acute vividness the ludicrous side of everybody, herself included, and to her mind the arch-humourist of all was her brother, whom she was quite unable to take seriously. She dressed as if she had looted a milliner's shop and had put on in a great hurry anything that came to hand. She towered over her sister-in-law as she kissed her, and Petsy, safe in her citadel, barked shrilly.
"My dear, which is the blue room?" she said. "I hope it is big enough for Og and me. Yes, that is Og, which is short for dog. He takes two mutton-chops for dinner, and a little something during the night if he feels disposed, because he is still growing. Tony drove down with me, and is in the car now. He would not come in for fear of seeing Robert, so I ventured to tell them to take him a cup of tea there, which he will drink with the blinds down, and then drive back to town again. He has been made American ambassador, by the way, and will go in to dinner before Robert. My dear, I can think of few things which Robert is less fitted to bear than that. However, we all have our crosses, even those of us who have our coronets also."Lady Ashbridge's hospitable instincts asserted themselves. "But your husband must come in," she said. "I will go and tell him.
And Robert has gone to play golf."
Barbara laughed.
"I am quite sure Tony won't come in," she said. "I promised him he shouldn't, and he only drove down with me on the express stipulation that no risks were to be run about his seeing Robert.
We must take no chances, so let him have his tea quietly in the motor and then drive away again. And who else is there? Anybody?
Michael?"
"Michael comes this evening."
"I am glad; I am particularly fond of Michael. Also he will play to us after dinner, and though I don't know one note from another, it will relieve me of sitting in a stately circle watching Robert cheat at patience. I always find the evenings here rather trying;they remind me of being in church. I feel as if I were part of a corporate body, which leads to misplaced decorum. Ah! there is the sound of Tony's retreating motor; his strategic movement has come off. And now give me some news, if you can get in a word. Dear me, there is Robert coming back across the lawn. What a mercy that Tony did not leave the motor. Robert always walks as if he was dancing a minuet. Look, there is Og imitating him! Or is he stalking him, thinking he is an enemy. Og, come here!"She whistled shrilly on her fingers, and rose to greet her brother, whom Og was still menacing, as he advanced towards her with staccato steps. Barbara, however, got between Og and his prey, and threw her parasol at him.
"My dear, how are you?" she said. "And how did the golf go? And did you beat the professional?"He suspected flippancy here, and became markedly dignified.
"An excellent match," he said, "and Macpherson tells me I played a very sound game. I am delighted to see you, Barbara. And did Michael come down with you?""No. I drove from town. It saves time, but not expense, with your awful trains.""And you are well, and Mr. Jerome?" he asked. He always called his brother-in-law Mr. Jerome, to indicate the gulf between them.
Barbara gave a little spurt of laughter.
"Yes, his excellency is quite well," she said. "You must call him excellency now, my dear.""Indeed! That is a great step."
"Considering that Tony began as an office-boy. How richly rewarding you are, my dear. And shan't I make an odd ambassadress!
I haven't been to a Court since the dark ages, when I went to those beloved States. We will practise after dinner, dear, and you and Marion shall be the King and Queen, and I will try to walk backwards without tumbling on my head. You will like being the King, Robert. And then we will be ourselves again, all except Og, who shall be Tony and shall go out of the room before you."He gave his treble little giggle, for on the whole it answered better not to be dignified with Barbara, whenever he could remember not to be; and Lady Ashbridge, still nursing Petsy, threw a bombshell of the obvious to explode the conversation.
"Og has two mutton-chops for his dinner," she said, "and he is growing still. Fancy!"Lord Ashbridge took a refreshing glance at the broad stretch of country that all belonged to him.
"I am rather glad to have this opportunity of talking to you, my dear Barbara," he said, "before Michael comes.""His train gets in half an hour before dinner" said Lady Ashbridge.
"He has to change at Stoneborough."
