40+ Adventure Novels & Lost World Mysteries in One Premium Edition. Henry Rider Haggard

Miss Caresfoot, though I think it is very generous of me to say so."

      Angela looked puzzled.

      "Indeed!" she said.

      "What! do you not guess why it is generous? Then look at yourself in the glass, and you will see. I used to have some pretension to good looks, but I could never have stood beside you at the best of times, and now—— Your mother, even when I was at my best, always killed me if I was in the same room with her, and you are even handsomer than your mother."

      Angela blushed very much at this unqualified praise, and, putting it and the exclamation her appearance had that morning wrung from Arthur together, she suddenly came to the conclusion—for, odd as it may seem, she had never before taken the matter into serious consideration —that she must be very good-looking, a conclusion that made her feel extremely happy, she could not quite tell why.

      It was whilst she was thus blushing and looking her happiest and loveliest that George, returning from his walk, chanced to look in at the window and see her, and, gradually drawn by the attraction of her beauty, his eyes fixed themselves intently upon her, and his coarse features grew instinct with a mixture of hungry wickedness and delighted astonishment. It was thus that Arthur and Lady Bellamy saw him. Philip, who was looking at a picture in the corner of the room, did not see him; nor, indeed, did Angela. The look was unmistakable, and once more the dark frown settled upon Lady Bellamy's brow, and the expanding pupils filled the heavy-lidded eyes. As for Arthur, it made him feel sick with unreasonable alarm.

      Next minute George entered the room with a stupid smile upon his face, and looking as dazed as a bat that has suddenly been shown the sun. Angela's heaven-lit beauty had come upon his gross mind as a revelation; it fascinated him, he had lost his command over himself.

      "Oh! here you are at last, George," said Lady Bellamy—it was always her habit to call him George. "We have all been like sheep without a shepherd, though I saw you keeping an eye on the flock through the window."

      George started. He did not know that he had been observed.

      "I did not know that you were all here, or I would have been back sooner," he said, and then began to shake hands.

      When he came to Angela, he favoured her with a tender pressure of the fingers and an elaborate and high-flown speech of welcome, both of which were inexpressibly disagreeable to her. But here Lady Bellamy intervened, and skilfully forced him into a conversation with her, in which Philip joined.

      "What does Lady Bellamy remind you of?" Angela asked Arthur, as soon as the hum of talk made it improbable that they would be overheard.

      "Of an Egyptian sorceress, I think. Look at the low, broad forehead, the curling hair, the full lips, and the inscrutable look of the face."

      "To my mind she is an ideal of the Spirit of Power. I am very much afraid of her, and, as for him"—nodding towards George—"I dislike him even more than I was prepared to," and she gave a little shudder. "By the way, Mr. Heigham, you really must not be so rash as to accept my father's invitation."

      "If you do not wish to see me, of course I will not," he answered, in a hurt and disappointed tone.

      "Oh! it is not that, indeed; how could you think so, when only this morning we agreed to be friends?"

      "Well, what is it, then?" he asked, blankly.

      "Why, Mr. Heigham, the fact is that we—that is, my old nurse and I, for my father is irregular in his meals, and always takes them by himself—live so very plainly, and I am ashamed to ask you to share our mode of life. For instance, we have nothing but bread and milk for breakfast;" and the golden head sunk in some confusion before his amused gaze.

      "Oh! is that all?" he said, cheerily. "I am very fond of bread and milk."

      "And then," went on Angela with her confession, "we never drink wine, and I know that gentlemen do."

      "I am a teetotaller, so that does not matter."

      "Really?"

      "Yes—really."

      "But then, you know, my father shuts himself up all day, so that you will have nobody but myself to talk to."

      "Oh! never mind"—encouragingly. "I am sure that we shall get on."

      "Well, if, in spite of all this and a great deal more—ah! a very great deal that I have not time to tell you—you still care to come, I will do my best to amuse you. At any rate, we can read together; that will be something, if you don't find me too stupid. You must remember that I have only had a private education, and have never been to college like you. I shall be glad of the opportunity of rubbing up my classics a little; I have been neglecting them rather lately, and actually got into a mess over a passage in Aristophanes that I shall ask you to clear up."

      This was enough for Arthur, whose knowledge of the classics was that of the ordinary University graduate; he turned the subject with remarkable promptitude.

      "Tell me," he said, looking her straight in the face, "are you glad that I am coming?"

      The grey eyes dropped a little before the boldness of his gaze, but she answered, unhesitatingly,

      "Yes, for my own sake I am glad; but I fear that you will find it very dull."

      "Come, Angela, we must be off; I want to be home by a quarter to six," said Philip just then.

      She rose at once and shook hands with Arthur, murmuring, "Good-by till to-morrow morning," and then with Lady Bellamy.

      George, meanwhile, with the most unwonted hospitality, was pressing her father to stay to dinner, and, when he declined, announcing his intention of coming over to see him on the morrow. At last he got away, but not before Lady Bellamy had bid him a seemingly cordial adieu.

      "You and your charming daughter must come and see me at Rewtham House, when we get in. What, have you not heard that Sir John has bought it from poor Maria Lee's executors?"

      Philip turned pale as death, and hurried from the room.

      "It is good," reflected Lady Bellamy, as she watched the effect of her shaft, "to let him know that I never forget."

      But, even when her father had gone, the path was still blocked to

       Angela.

      "What!" said George, who was, when in an amiable mood, that worst of all cads, a jocose cad, "are you going to play truant, too, my pretty cousin? Then first you must pay the penalty, not a very heavy one, however." And he threw his long arm round her waist, and prepared to give her a cousinly embrace.

      At first Angela, not being accustomed to little jokes of the sort, did not understand what his intentions were, but as soon as she did, being an extremely powerful young woman, she soon put a stop to them, shaking George away from her so sharply by a little swing of her lithe body, that, stumbling over a footstool in his rapid backward passage, he in a trice measured his length upon the floor. Seeing what she had done, Angela turned and fled after her father.

      As for Arthur, the scene was too much for his risible nerves, and he fairly roared with laughter, whilst even Lady Bellamy went as near to it as she ever did.

      George rose white with wrath.

      "Mr. Heigham," he said, "I see nothing to laugh at in an accident."

      "Don't you?" replied Arthur. "I do; it is just the most ludicrous accident that I ever saw."

      George turned away muttering something that it was perhaps as well his guest did not hear, and at once began to attack Lady Bellamy.

      "My dear George," was her rejoinder, "let this little adventure teach you that it is not wise for middle-aged men to indulge in gallantries towards young ladies, and especially young ladies of thews and sinews. Good-night."

      At the same moment the footman announced that the dog-cart which

       Arthur had ordered was waiting for him.

      "Good-by, Mr. Heigham, good-by," said George, with angry sarcasm. "Within twenty-four