bore her scrutiny composedly. She wondered why Miss Pewsey stared so hard, and laid such emphasis on the Chinese name, but the matter slipped from her mind when she retired to her room. She would have wondered still more had she known that Miss Pewsey came up the stairs and listened at the door of the bed-room.
Olivia had arranged to meet Rupert near the band-stand, as their meetings were secret because of Miss Wharf's dislike. Certainly the young man had come to the house, and Miss Wharf had received him with cold dignity: but when he showed a marked preference for Olivia's company, she gave him to understand that she did not approve. Henceforth Rupert stopped away from Ivy Lodge, and met Olivia at intervals near the band-stand. So Olivia, putting on a dark dress and a veil, slipped out of the house, and took her way along the brilliantly lighted front. She had often gone before and always had left her aunt and Miss Pewsey sitting in the drawing-room, Miss Wharf working and the companion reading the newspaper. Miss Wharf never by any chance looked at a newspaper herself, but left it to Miss Pewsey to cull the choice news for her delectation.
So Olivia, feeling quite safe, stepped lightly along to where the crowd gathered round the stand. It was a perfect night and very warm, therefore many people were seated in the chairs and strolling across the grass. Olivia went to a certain corner, and, as she expected, found her lover. He was not in evening-dress, but for the sake of the meeting had assumed a dark serge suit. As she advanced, he recognised her and came forward taking off his hat. Then he gave her his arm and the two strolled to the far end of the green where they sat down under the fence which was round the flag-staff. There, removed from everyone, they could talk in moderately loud tones.
"My darling," said Rupert, possessing himself of Olivia's hand. "I thought you would not come. You were late."
"I could not get away before. Miss Pewsey watches me like a cat does a mouse, and with the same disposition to pounce, I expect."
"She's a detestable woman," said Rupert angrily, "why can't she leave you alone?"
"I don't know. Rupert, she wants me to marry her nephew."
"What, that bounder who rides so furiously," cried Rupert fiercely, "you don't mean to say that he dares – "
"Not in words, but he looks – oh," Olivia shivered, "you know the sort of look a man like that, gives you."
"I'll twist his neck if he insults you."
"Then Miss Pewsey would complain to my aunt and I should get into trouble. Oh, Rupert," she said softly, "I am so afraid."
"Of that man. Nonsense."
"No – of everything. I can keep Mr. Burgh off – "
"Who is he?" asked Rupert jealously.
"Miss Pewsey's nephew. I can manage him, bold as he is. But it is you I am afraid of. Listen," and Olivia told the young man what she had learned from Miss Wharf that afternoon. "She can ruin you," said the poor girl, almost crying, "and she will if she learns the truth."
Rupert pressed the hand he held. "Why not tell her the truth," he said. "I'm willing to face poverty if you are."
"Rupert, are you mad? If Aunt Sophia learned that we were married – hark, what was that?" and Olivia rose, and nervously peered into the shadows, "I thought I heard a noise."
"It's nothing. Only some rats in the long grass within the fence. No one's about. They're all over at the band. But about our marriage, Olivia. Miss Wharf must learn sooner or later."
"Yes. But you know I asked you to keep it quiet that I might not have trouble with her. It was selfish of me, for it would have been braver of me to have faced her anger and then have told all the world that we were married at that Registry Office. But I'm glad now I didn't. She would have ruined you."
"She can't do anything till the end of the year."
"But why didn't you tell me she held this mortgage?"
"Well, I thought that before the end of the year I might manage to pay it and the other mortgages off. Then we could announce that we were married, and live at Royabay on what small income I have."
"I don't mind about the income," said Mrs. Ainsleigh, for that Olivia secretly was. "I'd live on a shilling a day with you, darling. But aunt threatens if I marry you to cut me out of her will. She would do so at once if she knew the truth, and leave the money to Miss Pewsey."
"Let her. I daresay that old maid has schemed for it. She's a wicked old woman that and worthy of her bounder of a nephew. Never mind about the money or the mortgage. Let us announce the marriage. I don't like the position you occupy. It is not fit that my wife should be exposed to the attentions of a cad like this Burgh."
"Wait till the end of the year," said Olivia feverishly, "then you may be able to get money, to put things straight. It is best to keep the matter quiet now. Oh how I wish we had money Rupert."
"I may be able to make it out of the fan?"
"What fan?" asked Olivia looking at him.
Rupert laughed. "I forgot you don't know." He took the slip of paper from his pocket-book and lighting a match he read the description of the fan. "I went up to the place," he continued dropping the lucifer, "and saw a Chinaman, Tung-yu – "
"What," said Olivia starting, "why that is the man Mr. Walker is going to bring to the ball. He's a clerk in the firm of Kum-gum-Li and Company."
"That's strange. I thought he was the keeper of the Joss house in Perry Street, Whitechapel. Humph! Does Walker know of the fan?"
"I don't know. But he knows this Tung-yu, and I think, so does Mr. Burgh. He seemed much annoyed when he heard the name."
"What about?"
"I can't say. And Rupert. Mr. Burgh speaks Chinese – "
"He must be very clever then for I hear it is a most awful language to get hold of. Was Burgh ever in China?"
"Yes. He brought the fan from that place?"
"Fan." Rupert turned round sharply, "what fan?"
"The one you talk about," said Olivia innocently.
"I recognised it at once from the description you read just now."
"Are you sure," said Rupert much excited, for he never expected to hear of the missing fan from Olivia of all people.
"Quite sure – positive. The fan is painted green on one side and the sticks on the other are overlaid with thin jade, so I suppose it gets its name from the mineral. Then it has a cord of yellow silk with four beads and half a bead, and – "
"It is the same. Where did Burgh get it?"
"I don't know. He says he brought it from China, and offered it to me. I refused it – "
"I should think so," said Ainsleigh fuming, "well?"
"Then he gave it to my aunt."
"And has Miss Wharf got it now?"
"I think so, but I have not seen it lately. I expect if she has, she will use it at the ball."
"And Tung-yu who advertises, is coming to the ball," mused Rupert, "there doesn't seem much chance for me. I expect your aunt will make the money after all."
"It won't be much. Who would give a large sum for that fan?"
"Tung-yu will. He is ready to give five thousand pounds."
"Oh," said Olivia with real regret, "and I refused it."
"I'm glad you did," cried Rupert angrily, "I would rather everything went than that you should accept presents from that bounder. Well I fear my chance is gone Olivia. I'm ruined."
"Dearest I will face the ruin with you," and in the shadows they kissed.
CHAPTER V
Concerning the Fan
Rupert returned to Royabay in rather a melancholy frame of mind. He found himself in a very difficult situation, and there did not seem to be any chance of his extricating himself therefrom, now that Miss Wharf possessed the fan. It was strange that she should have received it from Clarence Burgh, and Rupert wondered