False Colours Part 23

'I might have guessed you'd stab me in the back!' said Evelyn mournfully. 'First you tried to usurp my place; then you stole my bride-Kester, remember my shoulder, remember I'm the head of the family, you unnatural brute!'

' Will you be serious?' demanded Kit wrathfully.

'I swear I will be, if only you won't talk balderdash! Good G.o.d, you great gudgeon, I haven't yet so much as made the smallest push even to fix Patience's interest!'

'I know that, but I know you too, twin! However, it can't be helped, and if you join Mama in Brighton presently you won't be so far off that you can't visit the Askhams, will you?'

'No, Kester, I shan't. So, now that that's off your mind, let us consider your affairs!

I've an uneasy conviction that you should have been in Vienna days ago. Yes?'

'Yes,' Kit admitted, 'I don't think Stewart will cut up stiff, however, so don't tease yourself! I made my G.o.dfather's death my excuse for wanting leave of absence, and couldn't have hit on a surer card! He almost ordered me not to hesitate to extend my furlough, if I found myself unable to settle my affairs as soon as I'd thought I should. So, as I hadn't the smallest notion where you were, or how long it would be before you reappeared, I took the precaution of writing to him, before I left London, telling him that I'd found things in the deuce of a tangle! Never mind that! What I was going to tell you when Cressy came into the room, was that the moment I've settled things with Stavely, I'm going to post off to present my uncle with my moving story. That ought to make all tidy!'

'Make all tidy-! You'd ruin yourself with him!'

'Not a bit of it!' said Kit cheerfully. 'You think that because you can't deal with him no one can, but that's where you're out! You leave him to me-but for G.o.d's sake, don't forget the part you played in the epic! Perhaps I'd better write it down for you.'

'Perhaps you had,' agreed Evelyn. 'After all, there's no saying what I might do, when you aren't here to-Listen! That's not Fimber's step!'

He got up, as a knock fell on the door, and prepared to slip behind the bed-curtains.

Kit strode over to the door, and opened it, to find Sir Bonamy standing outside, his nightcap already on his head, and his uncorseted form swathed in his gorgeous dressing-gown. 'Oh, it's you, sir!' Kit said. 'Come in! Is there anything amiss?'

'No, no, I wouldn't say there was anything amiss! ' replied Sir Bonamy. 'The thing is-' He broke off, as his eyes fell upon Evelyn. 'I thought you was alone!' he told Kit.

'Well, well, never mind! It wasn't important!'

Evelyn, stunned by the monstrous figure presented by Sir Bonamy en deshabille, said faintly: 'Don't go on my account, sir! Or shall I go?'

'No, no! I haven't anything private to say! I dare say you'll think it of no consequence-well, no more it is! Just one of those trifling things one gets to thinking about in the middle of the night! Ay, and worse! Damme, if I didn't dream I was eating it last night! Never had such a nightmare in my life! I thought I'd have a word with you, Kit, before you go off to Vienna. Well, you've been very civil- very civil and amiable, and you've a deal of influence with your mother, and if you would just drop a word in her ear I should be devilish obliged to you! Mind, I don't mean I shan't like being married to her, because, in a great many ways, I rather think I shall. But not if she means to give me biscuits and soda-water!'

' D-does she?' asked Evelyn, in a shaking voice.

'Of course she doesn't!' said Kit.

'I wouldn't say that,' said Sir Bonamy. 'You remember her telling me I ought to live on biscuits and soda-water?'

'I can't say I do, sir, but if she did she was only funning, I promise you!'

'Ah, but you never know what notions a female will take into her head! What's more, they always get their own way! Ask Evelyn, if you don't believe me! You ain't much in the petticoat-line yourself, I fancy.'

'N-not very much, sir!' acknowledged Kit. 'I'll take your word for it, however, and-and won't fail to speak to Mama!'

Sir Bonamy, much moved, shook him warmly by the hand, and thanked him with heartfelt sincerity, saying that he could now seek his bed without dreading a recurrence of his hideous nightmare. He then surged out of the room, just as Lady Denville, looking like a water-nymph, in a dressing-gown composed of layer upon layer of diaphanous material dyed every shade of green, emerged from her own bedchamber. He shrank instinctively, but she positively recoiled, gasping: 'Great heavens-! Bonamy! '

Overcoming his discomposure, he said, putting a bold face on it: 'Not wearing my corsets! I know you don't like 'em: you told me so!'

Recovering from her initial shock, she floated up to him, laying a fragile hand on his arm, and saying: 'Dearest friend, you must be mistaken! How could I have said such a thing?'

'No, I'm not,' a.s.serted Sir Bonamy, fixedly regarding her. 'You begged me to give up strait-lacing!'

'I must have been mad!' said her ladyship.

'And,' continued Sir Bonamy, hope in his eyes, 'you said I creaked!'

'Now, that,' conceded her ladyship, 'I do recall! But don't give it another thought, my dear! I have grown perfectly accustomed to it! Never abandon your c.u.mberland corset, I beg of you!'

'You know what, my pretty?' said Sir Bonamy, care wiped from his brow. 'You've taken a weight off my mind! Damme, I am the happiest man alive! Bless you, my lovely one!'

Lady Denville, emerging unruffled from an overwhelming embrace, dismissed him in the kindest way to his allotted bedchamber, and joined her sons, saying, as she entered the room: ' Poor Bonamy! I am quite shocked to think that I never before realized how much he needs me to take care of him!'

'I don't th-think he realizes it either, M-mama!' said Kit.

'No, not yet, but I promise you he will! Naturally, it came as a dreadful shock to him, but already he is beginning to grow more cheerful!' She added, as this drew wails from her distressingly afflicted sons, each of whom was clinging to a heavily carved bedpost: 'Wicked ones, wicked ones, you are not to laugh at him!'

'Only give me leave to tell him you won't f-feed him on biscuits and soda-water!'

gasped Kit.

At that, her own enchanting ripple of laughter bubbled up. 'Oh, poor lamb! As though I could be so inhuman! I should think it would kill him! Tell him that I shan't interfere in any way! I shall, of course, but he will never know it, so you needn't scruple to say that, dearest!'

It was Evelyn who laughed the most at this, and inevitably, he whose laughter quite suddenly vanished. He said vehemently: 'Don't do it, Mama, don't do it! You can't!

You must know you can't!'

She replied quite seriously: 'That is exactly what I thought myself, when I made up my mind that I would do it! But, do you know, my dear one, the more I think about it the more I believe that I shall positively enjoy being married to Bonamy! That's what I came to tell you, because I know you don't like it, and I haven't been able to s.n.a.t.c.h a word with either of you since it happened! And suddenly it occurred to me that I shan't be a Dowager after all! You can't think what a relief that is to me!' She drew his handsome head down, and kissed him. 'So now you'll let Fimber take you back to Pinny, my dearest, and you won't worry about anything, because there is nothing more you can worry about! Kit came to the rescue, just as he-just as he-' Her voice cracked, and she turned swiftly to hug her younger son convulsively. 'Oh, my darling!'

she said. ' Thank you! I'm not going to say another word, because I should cry if I did, and I look hideous, when I do that! Good night, my precious ones!'

The twins were left confronting one another. 'You'll grow accustomed to it, Eve,'

said Kit, faintly smiling. 'She will enjoy being married to him!'

'Yes,' said Evelyn. He raised his eyes to Kit's, and a reflection of Kit's smile glimmered in them. 'I don't propose to embarra.s.s you, Kester, by enlarging on what our beloved parent said-or, mercifully, left unsaid!'

'Well, thank G.o.d for that!' said Kit.

'Just so! I do hope we shall never be obliged to say anything to each other!'

'Why the devil should we?'

'I haven't the least idea. Give the bell a tug, Kester! I'm, going to bed! In the words of our future father-in-law, it's been a tiring day!'

' Devilish tiring!' instantly responded his twin.

About the Author.

Georgette Heyer was born in England in August, 1902. Educated at various schools, she did not go to college nor did she pa.s.s Matriculation or any other kind of examination.

She wrote her first novel when she was seventeen, and published it at the age of nineteen, in 1921.

In 1925, aged twenty-three, she married G. R. Rougier and later accompanied him to East Africa, where she remained until 1928. At the end of 1928 she went to Yugoslavia, where she lived for just over a year.

She has one son, born in 1932. She is an omnivorous reader and among fiction writers her special preferences are: Jane Austen, d.i.c.kens, George Meredith, Rudyard Kipling, W. W. Jacobs. She says if she were condemned to pa.s.s the rest of her life on a desert island with the works of only one novelist available, she would choose Jane Austen.

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