She went up to the room in which Paula sat scribbling letters.
‘Ten minutes more!’ exclaimed that young lady. ’I’m just finishing a note to mamma—so dutiful!’
‘Have you written to Mr. Egremont?’
Paula nodded and laughed.
‘He is downstairs.’
Paula started, looking incredulous.
‘Really, Bell?’
‘He has just walked over from Pooley Bridge.’
’Oh, Bell, do tell me! Have those horrid measles left any trace? I really can’t discover any, but of course one hasn’t good eyes for one’s own little speckles. Well, at all events, everybody hasn’t forgotten me. But do look at me, Bell.’
Her cousin regarded her with conscientious gravity.
’I see no trace whatever; indeed, I should say you are looking better than you ever did.’
’Now that’s awfully kind of you. And you don’t pay compliments, either. Shall I go down? Did you tell him where I was?’
Had Annabel been disposed to dainty feminine malice, here was an opportunity indeed. But she looked at Paula with simple curiosity, seeming for a moment to lose herself. The other had to repeat her question.
‘I mentioned that you were in the house,’ she replied. ’He is talking with father.’
Paula moved to the door, but suddenly paused and turned.
‘Now I wonder what thought you have in your serious head?’ she said, merrily. ‘It’s only my fun, you know.’
Annabel nodded, smiling.
’But it is only my fun. Say you believe me. I shall be cross with you if you put on that look.’
They went into the morning room. Annabel stood at the window; her companion flitted about, catching glimpses of herself in reflecting surfaces. In five minutes the study door opened, and men’s voices drew near.
Egremont met Miss Tyrrell with the manner of an old acquaintance, but unsmiling.
’I am fortunate enough to see you well again without having known of your illness,’ he said.
‘You didn’t know that I was ill?’
Paula looked at him dubiously. He explained, and, in doing so, quite dispelled the girl’s illusion that he was come on her account. When she remained silent, he said:
‘You must pity the people in London.’
’Certainly I do. I’m learning to keep my temper and to talk wisely. I know nobody in London who could teach me to do either the one or the other.’
‘Well, I suppose you’ll go out till luncheon-time?’ said Mr. Newthorpe. ’Egremont wants to have a pull. You’ll excuse an old man.’
They left the house, and for an hour drank the breath of the hillsides. Paula was at first taciturn. Very unlike herself she dabbled her fingers over the boat-side, and any light remark that she made was addressed to her cousin. Annabel exerted herself to converse, chiefly telling of the excursions that had been made with Paula during the past week.