“But what a scene!” he said, awed by it. “And I wasn’t there! It’s too infamous!”

She chuckled. “Yes, but I dare say you might not have enjoyed it if you had been, on account of having more sensibility than I have, and not wishing Mama to take him in dislike. For my part, I like him, and I don’t give a straw for his being a funny one: in fact, we have become the greatest friends, and he is going to take me to the City, and show me all the chief places, and let me watch them mint the coins in the Tower, and everything!”

It was soon seen that she was making no idle boast. Not only did Mr Chawleigh redeem this promise, but he began to visit Lynton House more frequently, and always with some scheme for Lydia’s entertainment. It seemed to him a great piece of nonsense that she could not go with her brother and sister to parties, and he was much inclined to take Jenny to task for not presenting her at Court immediately.

“Well, I wish I might,” she replied, “but I haven’t Lady Lynton’s leave to do so, as I’ve told you a dozen times, Papa! You wouldn’t have me behave so improperly as to do it without her leave — now, you know you wouldn’t!”

“If only I’d thought to speak to her la’ship about it!” he said. “I don’t doubt I could have talked her over. And if I’d known Miss Lydia would be obliged to sit moping here while you and his lordship go gadding to all manner of grand parties — I’ll tell you what, puss! — you and me will drive into the City to see the illuminations, and have a bite of supper at the Piazza afterwards! That is, if his lordship’s agreeable!”

“Of course he’ll be agreeable!” declared Lydia, delighted with this scheme. “I should like it better than anything too!”

“Yes, but only if Adam says you may go,” Jenny said firmly, by no means sure that he would approve of his sister’s jauntering about the town with her parent.

When she broached the matter to him, however, he merely said: “How kind of your father! No, I’ve no objection — if he really wishes to take her, and won’t find it a bore.”

“Oh, there’s no question of that!” she replied. “He says it’s a pleasure to take her about, because she enjoys herself so much.” She added reflectively: “She is just the sort of girl he would have liked for his daughter, I think. She has so much zest, besides being full of drollery!”

“For my part, I think he is very well satisfied with his own daughter!”

“I know he loves me dearly, but there’s no denying I’m often a sad disappointment to him. Well, it can’t be helped, but I do wish I was pretty, and spirited, and amusing!”

“I don’t — if spirited means what I suspect it does. As for amusing, I think you very amusing, Jenny!”

“That’s polite, but you mean you think me absurd: a very different thing!” she retorted. “I daresay you won’t object either to my taking Lydia to Russell Square one day? She wants to see the Cossack, who stands outside Mr Lawrence’s house whenever the Tsar goes there to have his likeness taken! Did you ever? If it isn’t just like Papa to tell her that! Butterbank is friendly with Mr Lawrence’s man, you know, and so is able to warn Papa when the Tsar is expected. Myself, I don’t care a button for the Tsar — or for the King of Prussia, either, though he’s very handsome, I own, in spite of looking so melancholy. And I’m sure I don’t blame him for that,” she added, “for the way he and the rest of them can’t stir a foot without having crowds gaping at them is enough to throw anyone into gloom!”

“Don’t let Lydia tease you into going to Russell Square if you don’t care for it!” he said. “She’ll see the foreigners at the Opera, after all.”

“She won’t see the Cossack there. Come to think of it, she won’t see much of the Kings and Princes either, because our box is on the same side as the Royal box. Still, there will be plenty more to look at, I daresay.”

She spoke more prophetically than she knew: there was far more for Lydia to look at than anyone could have foreseen. Her view of the Regent, with the Tsar on one hand, the King of Prussia on the other, and a bevy of foreign notables grouped behind them, was restricted; but the Lyntons’ box was admirably situated for anyone desirous of seeing the Princess of Wales.

She had been excluded from participating in any of the Royal festivities; but she had her revenge on the Regent, sweeping into the box directly opposite his while God Save the King was being sung. She was attired in black velvet, with a black wig on her head, supporting a diamond tiara, and she presented such a striking figure that she attracted the attention of nearly everyone but her Royal husband.

The anthem ended, and as the Grassini, whose rich contralto voice had led it, curtsied deeply to the Royal box, a storm of clapping broke out in the pit. It was directed pointedly at the Princess, but she took her seat without making any acknowledgement, only smiling wryly, and saying something to one of her suite.

The Regent, meanwhile, had been applauding the Grassini, but the prolonged clapping made him turn, and bow graciously — but whether he bowed to the audience or to his wife was a question hotly argued but never decided.

However it may have been, it seemed to Lydia a rare piece of good fortune that anything so startling should have happened at the very first public function she had attended; and it made her forget that the evening had begun none too comfortably.

Jenny had bought her a swansdown tippet for the occasion, and had persuaded her to wear the pearls Lady Nassington had declared to be too large for her own neck; but when Adam had seen his sister he had said quite sharply: “Where had you that necklace? Surely it is Jenny’s?”

“Yes, she has lent it to me just for tonight. Isn’t it kind of her?”

His face had stiffened, but he said pleasantly: “Very kind, but I had rather you didn’t. It’s worth a king’s ransom, you know — and I’m certain Mama would say it was not the thing for a chit of your age!”

“No, she wouldn’t! She says that pearls are the only jewels chits of my age may wear! And I promise to take the greatest care — ”

“Haven’t you a necklace of your own?” he interrupted.

“Yes, but mere trumpery! If Jenny chooses to lend her pearls to me I don’t see why you should object!” Lydia said indignantly.

Jenny laid a hand on her arm, saying in rather a tight voice: “Perhaps they are not quite the thing. Your own crystals will be better — they are very pretty, after all! Come upstairs quickly, and change the necklace before Brough arrives! Please, Lydia!”

Lydia was suddenly aware of tension, and glancing from Adam to Jenny saw that Jenny’s face was much flushed. Yielding to the tug at her wrist she went out of the room with her, but demanded as soon as the door was shut: “But — but why?”

Jenny shook her head, and hurried up the stairs. “I shouldn’t have — he is perfectly right: you are too young!”

“But why should he be so vexed? It isn’t at all like him!”

Jenny took the pearls from her, and turned away to restore them to her jewel-casket. “He wasn’t vexed with you. Don’t heed it!”

“Was he vexed with you, then? But what had you done, pray?”

“It was only that he didn’t like to see you wearing my pearls. It was stupid of me! I forgot — it didn’t occur to me — ” She broke off, and forced up a smile, “Are you ready? Shall we go downstairs?”

“Do you mean that he didn’t like me to wear pearls that aren’t my own?” asked Lydia. “But I have often worn Charlotte’s trinkets!”

“That’s different. Adam has scruples — I can’t explain! One should take care, if one is very wealthy, not to — not to obtrude it! Well, it was a downright vulgar thing to have done! I didn’t mean it so, but that’s what it was: tossing my pearls to you like that!”

“It was excessively kind of you!” said Lydia. “Sisterly! Like buying this tippet for me! I collect Adam would object to that too?”

“Oh, don’t tell him!” Jenny begged. “It’s only a trifle, after all, but — Hark! wasn’t that the knocker? We must go down. I told them to serve dinner as soon as Brough arrived, because it won’t do to be late at the Opera House.”

She left the room, putting an end to further discussion. But Lydia had nothing to say. A curtain had been lifted, allowing her a glimpse behind the scene of what had seemed to her innocence a state of remarkable felicity. Too young to probe beneath the surface, it had not occurred to her that two people who presented to the world an appearance of calm content might not be as happy as they seemed. It was not the first time she had had such a disquieting glimpse, but on the previous occasion Adam had recovered himself so quickly that she had soon been able to forget the incident. He and Jenny seemed to stand on such easy terms that she had not wondered whether there were shoals beneath those placid waters. To his seventeen-year-old sister it was almost impossible to suppose that Adam was still in love with Julia. Sacrifice Lydia could appreciate; a smiling sacrifice was much harder to recognize, and very hard indeed to understand.

It was in a perturbed mood that she followed Jenny down to the drawing-room. There had been more than vexation in Adam’s face when he had seen that she was wearing Jenny’s pearls: there had been a look of revulsion; and Jenny had recognized it, and had been hurt by it. Between Adam and Jenny there could be no comparison, but it was, nevertheless, unkind of him to have wounded Jenny, who hadn’t meant to offend him.

She was relieved to see, as she entered the drawing-room, that he smiled warmly at Jenny. Perhaps, she thought hopefully, as she shook hands with Brough, she had refined too much upon the incident; perhaps Adam really felt that the pearls were too magnificent for a girl to wear.

Had she but known it, he was deeply conscious of having allowed his revulsion to overcome his forbearance. Seizing the opportunity afforded by her being engaged with Brough, he went up to Jenny, saying in a lowered tone: “Thank you! I shouldn’t have enjoyed a minute’s peace if you hadn’t persuaded her to take it off! What a hare-brained thing to do, to lend your pearls to my romp of a sister!” She answered only with a constrained smile. He was tempted to leave the subject, but she was wearing her wooden look, always a sign of distress. Infamous to have wounded her, he thought, when she had meant nothing but good! He tried again. “What’s more, it wouldn’t be at all the thing for a girl in Lydia’s circumstances to go about with a fortune round her neck.”

Her countenance relaxed; she said: “No, very true! I hadn’t considered — I only thought how well the necklace would become her. I’m sorry!”

“Which it certainly did! Poor Lydia! I wish I may not be in disgrace with her!”

She laughed, and Lydia, hearing her, instantly forgave Adam. Perhaps married persons were subject to tiffs; at all events, everything was comfortable again, with Jenny her placid self, and Adam in quite his best spirits. She went down to dinner feeling that it was going to be a good party after all, which, indeed, it was. Nor was there any further sign of misunderstanding between Jenny and Adam, so that she was soon able to banish the incident from her mind, and to think instead of all the excitements in store for her.

The best of these, in her opinion, would be the processions of the Allied Sovereigns to the Guildhall; for Jenny, everything else dwindled to insignificance beside the gilt-edged card which invited Lord and Lady Lynton to attend a Dress Party at Carlton House on Thursday, 21st July, to have the honour of meeting Her Majesty the Queen. Jenny’s first thought, on receiving this, was that it must be a hoax; her second that it was a thousand pities Lydia could not attend the function. She was astonished to learn that Lydia had no particular desire to attend it; and quite shocked by the discovery that the Regent, in Lydia’s view, was a fat old man, who creaked when he moved, and reeked of scent and Diabolino. He had visited Fontley when she was a very little girl, and she had been obliged to endure his pinching her cheek, and calling her sweetheart. “And the Queen is a snuffy old thing,” she said. “Watching the processions will be far better sport!”

Besides the four Oversleys, and Brough, Jenny had invited Mr and Mrs Usselby to go with them on this occasion. It was Adam’s private conviction that some of the guests would fail to arrive before the Strand was closed to vehicles; but he found that he had underrated Jenny’s talent for organization. She invited all the guests to partake of an early breakfast in Grosvenor Street, saying that she had not taken parties to watch the Lord Mayor’s Show for years without learning how to arrange such affairs. “It’s my belief that if you invite people to go to a show you must get them together, and take them to it, if you don’t wish to be in a worry, wondering if they’ll arrive in time.”