“I do not know: I am not in his confidence. When you first left him, there was no coming near him. He was never at home: spent his time looking for you all over the country. But lately he has been kicking up every kind of lark, as though — Not that that signifies! Plenty of people would tell you I have been doing the same thing myself, and the lord knows I had no pleasure in it! But what am I to do, Kitten? Do you wish him to know that you are here? I own I should be glad to be able to make a clean breast of the business to him, for I have not liked my part in it above half!”

“Oh, no, George, I beg you will not! If he is beginning to forget me — if he should not be pleased to know that I was here — I could not bear it! For he would feel himself bound to take me back, and I am not going to go back, unless — But why do we talk like this? He does not come to Bath for my sake, but for Isabella’s, and you know it as well as I do, George!”

“If I thought that — !” he said broodingly, his hand clenching on his knee.

“It does not appear to me,” interposed Lady Saltash dryly, “that either of you knows anything! Let me beg of you, my love, not to put yourself in a taking before ever that husband of yours has reached Bath! As for you, Wrotham — for I do not mean to stand upon ceremony with you! — you may escort us to the Pump Room, if you will be so obliging. I fancy the barouche is at the door already.”

George expressed his willingness to be of service, took the front seat in the carriage, facing the ladies, and behaved in a very docile way until the arrival on the scene of Mr Tarleton, who came up to them in the Pump Room, and greeted Hero with so much the air of a friend of long standing that George’s hackles rose instinctively. Hero made both gentlemen known to each other, and took the opportunity to whisper to Mr Tarleton, when George went to procure her second glass of the famous water for Lady Saltash, that this was none other than the fire-eater she had told him about. Mr Tarleton, who had a lively sense of humour, was immensely entertained, and he thanked Hero for her warning, and said that he would take good care not to incense so dangerous a young man. George, who had been keeping such a vicariously jealous eye upon Hero that he made himself very unpopular by forgetting to tip the pumper, soon rejoined them.

Closer scrutiny of Mr Tarleton informed him that this pleasant person was no longer in his first youth, and he unbent a little towards him. For his part, Mr Tarleton, quite as suspicious as George, but better able to hide it, could not detect in his manner towards Hero any trace of the lover. Lady Saltash, seated at a little distance, observed the trio with cynical enjoyment. Just such a situation as her mischievous nature delighted in appeared to be brewing.

When she and Hero were once more seated in the barouche, taking a turn about the town before going back to Camden Place, she said with the forthrightness which made her rather disconcerting: “Now, my love, I should be glad if you will inform me what you mean to do next?”

Hero shook her head helplessly.

“You don’t know. Nothing could be more disastrous! But perhaps you know whether or not you are willing tamely to relinquish your husband to this Beauty I hear so much about?”

Hero turned her face away, and stared blindly out of the window. “Oh, ma’am, pray do not ask me! I have — I have such wicked thoughts of poor Isabella!”

“Excellent! I am happy to perceive that there is some spirit in you! Well, let me tell you, my child, that if you mean to make a push to keep Anthony you should show yourself very well able to do without him. Do not be making sheep’s eyes at him, and begging his pardon for having taken exception to his overbearing ways! You are the injured one, remember! and — ”

“No, ma’am, indeed I am not!” Hero said earnestly. “It was all my fault for being so — ”

“Do not interrupt me! I repeat, it is you who are injured, and if you ever hope to have the mastery over Anthony — ”

“But, ma’am, you are quite mistaken!” Hero assured her. “I never thought of such a thing! I only want to make him happy, and not to be such a tiresome wife!”

“You are besotted!” said her ladyship. “I have a very good mind to wash my hands of you! Only want to make him happy indeed! Yes! And if it would make him happy to divorce you and marry this Milborne chit, you will help him to do it, I dare say!”

Hero thought this over. “No, I won’t!” she said suddenly. “If Isabella loved Sherry, I would try my best not to be selfish, but she doesn’t love him, and if she is encouraging him now to follow her about in this odious way, it is just because Severn did not come up to scratch, whatever she may have told Sherry! And I know all the gentlemen who would like to marry Isabella, and Sherry is by far the most eligible, now that Severn is out of the running — or he would be, if I did not exist — and he shall not be sacrificed to Isabella’s horrid ambition!”

Lady Saltash’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Now you are beginning to talk like a sensible woman!” she said. “And pray how do you mean to rescue him from this designing beauty’s toils?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Hero confessed. “Of course, if I were to return to Sherry, she couldn’t marry him, could she? But I do not at all know that he wants me: in fact, I have a great fear that he does not; and so that would not make him happy in the least. And, oh, dear, ma’am, when I recall how lovely Isabella is, besides being an heiress, and so well-bred, and never doing the wrong thing, and in every respect all that a wife should be, I can’t conceive how Sherry’s affections could fail to reanimate towards her!”

“It is my belief,” responded her ladyship calmly, “that Sherry never had the smallest real affection for her. Very pretty all this talk of his having married you in a fit of pique! I am reading of such things for ever in trashy novels, but in all the course of my life I have not yet observed it to happen! A man whose affections had been seriously engaged would not have relinquished his suit as easily as Sherry seems to have done, my dear, depend upon it! The truth is that he was not in love with either of you. What his sentiments may now be I do not pretend to say, but it is in the nature of nine men out of ten that what may be theirs for the picking up they are much inclined to despise, and what seems to be out of reach they instantly and fervently desire. Now, you do not know whether Anthony loves you or not, and very likely he does not know either. Drop into his hands like a ripe plum, and I dare say you may never know, for I do him the justice to assume that he would receive you again with a good grace. He was never a bad-natured boy: indeed, I used to think he had a great deal of sweetness in his disposition, would someone but encourage him to show it! If you wish to know how you stand with him, let him think that you have no particular desire to return to him! If he wants you, he will move heaven and earth to win you; if he does not — well, then you may make him happy in whatever foolish fashion you choose!”

Hero, who had listened to this with the greatest attention, turned it over in her mind before replying. She said slowly, at last: “It will be very hard, but perhaps, in the end, it would be for the best. I do understand what you mean, dear ma’am. Only, when George told me that he was coming here, I thought — I could not help thinking that it was because some chance had informed him that I was with you. And I could not help indulging the hope that he did love me after all.”

“Yes, my dear,” agreed her ladyship, with a certain amount of dryness. “That would have put quite another complexion on the affair. But it does not appear that he has the least notion of your being with me.”

“No,” Hero said sadly.

Lady Saltash left it at that.

Shortly after noon, Mr Tarleton came to Camden Place by appointment, in his curricle, and took Hero up for a drive to Kelston. It struck him that she wore rather a sober face, and he rallied her on it. accusing her of finding Bath a tedious place and himself a great bore.

“Oh, no, that I certainly do not!” she said quickly.

“I am persuaded you think me a dull dog, with one foot in the grave, and not a spark of romantic fervour in my whole composition!”

She laughed. “No, how should I be so foolish? I dare say you could be excessively romantic, if you wished to be, and as for having one foot in the grave, pooh!”

“But I fancy you did think so, when first we met?” he said quizzically.

She coloured. “Yes, it is true, but that was before I became properly acquainted with you.”

“Tell me, Miss Wantage, do you consider me past the age of thinking of marriage?”

She looked up. “No, indeed! Why, have you some such notion?”

“Yes,” he replied.

Her dimples peeped. “Then, of course, you must become romantic, Mr Tarleton! Females are so silly, you know, that they much prefer romance to solid worth!”

He pulled a grimace. “Solid worth! Of all abominable phrases! Do you remember telling me once that you thought runaway marriages the best? Are you still of the same mind?”

She stifled a sigh. “Yes. That is, it is the only kind of marriage for me. I do not think it would suit you, however! Do you think I shall ever be able to drive a team, Mr Tarleton?”

“Yes. I would willingly teach you.”

“I never met anyone I dealt with so extremely as you!” she said, laughing. “But I am sure I should not be allowed to! I expect it is not the thing at all.”

“Who cares?” he returned. “I am not such a prosy old fellow as to be for ever thinking of what is the thing, I assure you!” He glanced down at her profile. “You have never told me anything about yourself, Miss Wantage. I collect you are not related to Lady Saltash?”

“No,” she replied.

“Forgive me if I seem to you impertinent! But I see you living a life that must be unsuited to one of your youth and natural spirits, and I — ”

“Lady Saltash is everything that is kind!” she said. “Indeed, I am under no inconsiderable obligation to her, and if I have seemed to you to be ungrateful — ”

“Ungrateful! No, indeed! I have been much struck by your constant attentions to her. I have the greatest regard for Lady Saltash, but I cannot believe that you are happy in Camden Place.”

She was silent, her colour much heightened. After a short pause, he continued: “Do you mean to remain permanently in your present position?”

She started. “Oh, no! It would be impossible, for I have not the least claim on Lady Saltash! Already I feel that I have trespassed on her kindness for too long. I do not — I am not perfectly certain what I shall do, but you must know that I was trained to become a governess, and — and it was with the object of finding an eligible situation in some seminary that I came to Bath.”

“A governess! You!” he exclaimed. “You are not serious! You cannot mean me to believe that you wish for such an existence!”

A rather melancholy smile trembled on her lips. “Oh, no! I shall dislike it of all things! In fact, I once said that I would do anything rather than become one! But if I do find such a post perhaps it will not be so very bad after all.”

“Have you no relatives to provide for you?” he asked. “You are so young! Surely there must be someone — a guardian, perhaps — whose business it must be to take care of you?”

“No, there is no one — at least, I have a cousin who gave me a home when my father died, but she could not house me for ever, you see, and to tell you the truth I did not like her, nor she me.”

“I had not imagined that this could be so,” he said, in a moved tone. “I had thought — This alters things indeed!” He smiled, as she looked up inquiringly, and said: “No wonder you dream of romance and adventure! You should be called Cinderella, I think!”

Her mouth quivered. She replied: “It is odd that you should say so. I have sometimes thought that too. You do not know the whole, and I cannot tell it to you just now, though perhaps one day I may. I — I was very like Cinderella.”

“Except that no Prince has yet come with a glass slipper for you to try on your foot!” he said.

She was silent, her attention apparently fixed on the road ahead, her face still a little flushed. When she did speak, it was with a touch of constraint, and only to say that she fancied it must be time they were thinking of a return to Camden Place. He agreed at once, for he thought her embarrassment arose from maidenly shyness. He said gently: “Was it very dull and disagreeable in your cousin’s house, Cinderella?”