The Vision of Desire
"Dear Little Ann"--ran the letter. _"Here, at last is the good news
we have both been waiting for! I have been offered exactly the kind
of billet I wanted--that of estate-agent to a big land-owner. The
salary is a really generous one, and there's a jolly little cottage
goes with it, so that you'll be able to chuck free-lancing and come
and keep house for me as we've always planned. Needless to say,
I've accepted the job!_
_"And now to give you all details. My future employer is one, Eliot
Coventry. We've had several interviews and I liked him very much,
although he struck me as rather a queer sort of chap. I should put
him down as dead straight and thoroughly dissatisfied with life!
Heronsmere, the Coventry place, is a fine old house--one of those
old Elizabethan houses you're so cracked on. It reminds me a bit of
Lovell Court. There'll be a lot to see to on the estate, as the
bailiff in charge has just let things rip, and Coventry himself has
been out of England for some years. In fact, he has never lived at
Heronsmere. He's a distant cousin of the late owner and only
inherited owing to a succession of deaths. He was abroad at the
time and never even troubled to come home and have a look at his
inheritance._
_"One thing I know will please you, and that is that we shall be
near the sea. Silverquay is the name of the village, which is
really a part of the Heronsmere property. It's comparatively small,
not much more than a little fishing village, but the town of
Ferribridge is only about ten miles distant, so you'll be able to
obtain the necessities of civilised existence, I expect._
_"Coventry wants me to take up the work straight away, so I should
like to move into Oldstone Cottage--our future place of abode--as
soon as possible. How soon do you think Lady Susan would spare you?
By the way, you won't need to exercise your mind over the servant
question. Knowing you were fixed out in Switzerland, I wrote off at
once to Maria Coombe to ask her if she knew of any one suitable,
and she promptly suggested herself! So she goes to Oldstone Cottage
to-morrow to get things in order for us._
_"I think I've told you everything. I've tried to imagine all the
questions you would want to ask--and to supply the answers!_
_"Ever your affectionate brother,_
_"ROBIN._"
Ann laid the letter down on her knee and sat looking out across the lake
with eyes which held a curious mixture of pleasure and regret. The idea of
sharing life once more with Robin filled her with undiluted joy, but she
was conscious that the thought of leaving Lady Susan and dear, gunny
Switzerland created an actual little ache in her heart. She could quite
imagine feeling rather homesick for Lady Susan's kindly presence, and for
the Swiss mountains and the blue lake which lay smiling and dimpling at her
now in the brilliant sunlight.
Her glance lingered on the lake. She had not been on the water since the
Venetian fête, nearly three weeks ago, owing primarily to the destruction
of the _Rêve_, and secondly to Lady Susan's incurable aversion to a hired
boat. "They roll, my dear," she asserted, when Ann vainly tried to tempt
her into giving the hireling a chance. "And the cushions have villainous
lumps in sundry places. No, I'll stay on shore till we have a new boat of
our own."
So they had stayed on shore, but in spite of herself, Ann's thoughts often
travelled back to the occasion of that last journey she had made on the
lake--with the purr of the motor-boat's engine in her ears and the odd,
unnerving consciousness of the Englishman's close proximity. She would have
liked to forget him, but there was something about the man which made this
impossible. Ann admitted it to herself with an annoyed sense of the
unreasonableness of it. He was nothing to her--not even an acquaintance,
according to the canons of social convention--and in all human probability
they would never meet again.
Yet, try as she might, she had been unable to dismiss him altogether from
her thoughts, and since his departure she had several times caught herself
wondering, with a fugitive emotion of odd trepidation, whether he would
ever return. Once she had even thought she descried him coming towards her
along the Grand' Rue, and when the figure which she had supposed was his
resolved itself, upon closer inspection, into that of a total stranger,
bearing only the most superficial resemblance to the man for whom she had
mistaken him, she experienced a totally disproportionate sense of
disappointment.
The news contained in Robin's letter promised, at any rate, to end all
likelihood of any further meeting. Even if, later on, the unknown
Englishman should return to Montricheux, it would only be to find her gone.
She derived a certain feeling of relief from this thought. There was
something disquieting about the man. He made you like and dislike him
almost in the same breath. On the whole, Ann felt she would be glad to be
in England, freed from the rather disturbing uncertainty as to whether they
might or might not meet again. People so often came back to Montricheux.
She folded up Robin's letter, and, slinging her basket of flowers over her
arm, returned to the house, somewhat troubled in mind as to how she should
break the news of her impending departure to Lady Susan. The difficulty
solved itself, however, more easily than she had anticipated.
"At Silverquay!" exclaimed Lady Susan, when Ann had explained matters.
"Now, how charming! I do think Fate is a good-natured old thing sometimes.
I shall lose you and yet still keep you, Ann. You'll be living quite near
me."
Ann looked up in surprise.
"But you don't live at Silverquay!" she said.
"Almost next door, though. My home, White Windows, is in the neighbouring
parish--Heronsfoot--about five miles away, three if you cut across the
fields."
"Then of course you know this Mr. Coventry?"
"No, I've never met him. I knew Rackham Coventry, from whom your man
inherited, and I've heard him speak of his cousin Eliot. They were on very
bad terms with each other, so that Eliot never came near the place in poor
old Rack's time, and, as your brother tells you, he was abroad when the
property fell in to him. Heronsmere is a lovely old house, by the way."
"I wonder Mr. Coventry never came back until now," said Ann. "He must take
very little interest in the place."
"He's lived abroad for years, I believe. I remember Rack's telling me he
had been crossed in love, and he cut himself adrift from England
afterwards. I think the girl threw him over because in those days he wasn't
rich enough. She must feel rather a fool now, if she knows how things have
fallen out. The Heronsmere rent-roll is enormous."
"It rather serves her right, doesn't it?" commented Ann, with a feeling
that for once poetic justice had been meted out.
Lady Susan smiled.
"Yes. Though I always feel a bit sorry for people who get their deserts.
You never realise how heavy the bill is going to be when you're running it
up." She fell silent a moment, then went on: "The pity of it is that I
suppose Eliot Coventry will never marry now, and so Heronsmere will
ultimately go to a very distant branch of the family. He tried to get
himself killed out of the way during the war, I heard. I knew a man in the
same regiment, and he told me Eliot didn't seem to know what the word fear
meant--'Mad Coventry,' they called him. He took the most amazing risks, and
came through without a scratch."
"While poor Robin got badly wounded and gassed into the bargain," said Ann.
"That's why I'm so glad he's got this post. The doctors told him that an
out-door job was his one chance of getting really strong again."
"Yes, I'm very glad--for you," answered Lady Susan ruefully. "But I shall
miss you badly, child. However, if Robin wants you he must have you, and as
he wants you to go as soon as possible I should think the best plan is for
you to travel back to England with Philip and Tony next week."
It was typical of Lady Susan that she wasted no time in repining, but
promptly proceeded to sketch out a definite plan of action.
"But what about you?" asked Ann with some concern.
"I'll come with you all as far as Paris, and there you can drop me to do
some shopping. I shall stay two or three weeks, I expect."
Ann's face still remained clouded. She felt that it was hardly fair to
desert Lady Susan so suddenly, much as she longed to join Robin as speedily
as possible.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather I stayed with you a little longer?" she
suggested earnestly. "I'm sure Robin could manage for a few
weeks--especially as he will have Maria Coombe."
Lady Susan's quick dark eyes flashed over her.
"Who is Maria Coombe?" she demanded.
Ann laughed.
"Maria Coombe is a host in herself," she answered. "She's an old Devonshire
servant who was with my mother originally. I believe she came to Lovell
when she was about eighteen as kitchen-maid. Then, when Robin and I were
kiddies she was our nurse, and after we grew too old to need one she stayed
on in a sort of general capacity. I never remember life without Maria until
she got married. Her husband was killed in the war, and now she's coming to
Oldstone Cottage to look after us. I'm so delighted about it," she added.
"It will be like old times having Maria around again."
"That's really nice for you," agreed Lady Susan heartily. "Still, I
think"--smiling--"Robin will be glad to have his sister, too. And you
needn't worry about me in the least. I've heaps of friends in Paris.
Besides, Brett Forrester--my scapegrace nephew--is there now, and he and I
always amuse each other."
"Tony knows him, doesn't he? He mentioned having met him in London, I
remember."
"Yes. I believe they both belong to the same gambling set in town--more's
the pity!" replied Lady Susan, with grim disapproval. "The only difference
between them being that Brett gambles and can afford to do it, while Tony
gambles--and can't. I haven't seen Brett for a long time now," she went on
musingly. "Not since last August, when he was yachting and put in at
Silverquay Bay for a few days. He's always tearing about the world, though
he rarely troubles to keep me informed of his whereabouts. I wish to
goodness he'd marry and settle down!"
A sudden puff of wind blew in through the open window, disarranging the
grouping of a vaseful of flowers, and Ann crossed the room to rectify the
damage. Lady Susan's eyes followed her meditatively. She liked the girl's
supple ease of movement, the clean-cut lines of her small, pointed face.
There was something very distinctive about her, she reflected, and she had
to the full that odd charm of elusive, latent femininity which is so
essentially the attribute of the modern girl with her boyish lines and
angles.
"I shall miss you dreadfully, Ann!" she exclaimed impulsively. "I wish you
belonged to me."
She was hardly conscious of the line of thought which had prompted the
spontaneous speech. Ann turned round smilingly.
"It's dear of you to say so," she replied. "I shall insist on Robin's
letting me come over to White Windows as often as I like--and as you will
have me!"
Lady Susan laughed and kissed her.
"You'd better not promise too much--or I shall want to abduct you
altogether!" she declared. "I think Robin's a very lucky young man."
Once the date of her departure for England was actually fixed, it seemed to
Ann as though the days positively flew by. There were a hundred and one
things requiring attention. Sleeping-berths must be booked on board the
train, last visits paid to various friends and acquaintances, and final