Quickly she slipped the ring on her finger, keeping the broken part well hidden. With luck, it would pass as a wedding ring, if nobody looked too closely.
"I do hope," she said aloud, "you have had a good journey from London."
"An excellent journey," Mr. Wyngate grated. "Fortunately there are trains to this part of the world, or at least to Winchester. After that we had to take a coach, but I fancy that will soon be remedied. The railways are the only modern way to travel, and in time the whole country will be covered with them."
Rena remembered that this man had made his fortune from railways. Clearly he was determined that everyone should be aware of that fact.
But while he spoke he was looking round at the dust and dirt in the hall. Following his eyes Rena thought that it would take at least two or three men a week to get the hall clean and tidy. And he knew that.
She had forgotten that the windows were broken. She also remembered that the stairs going up on one side of the hall were in need of a wash. The carpet on them had almost lost its colour and was torn in many places.
And all the while Mr. Wyngate absorbed these details he continued talking about railways.
He was a machine, Rena thought, capable of splitting his mind so that it worked in two ways together.
"Now I want you to show me the house, which I can see at a glance needs a lot doing to it," Mr. Wyngate said in a brusque voice.
"I think what you should have first is a little rest after your drive," the Earl suggested. "Perhaps a glass of wine would revive you. Come into the drawing room which is the most civilised room so far. We will show you all over the house later."
"I will not refuse a glass of wine," Mr. Wyngate said. "I am sure Matilda will say the same."
"I think it is so exciting to be in the country," Matilda replied. "I would like to go out into the garden."
"I will be glad to show you," Rena said at once. She was glad of the excuse to get out of Mr. Wyngate's orbit. She found him horribly oppressive.
At the same time she was interested to study Matilda, and Matilda's clothes. Shut away in this quiet place she had had no opportunity to study fashion. Now she realised that crinolines had grown to a vast size. Matilda's was so enormous that it swayed as she moved, and she only just got through the French windows.
She wore a huge skirt of honey coloured velvet, which in itself marked her out as wealthy, Rena thought wryly. Only a woman who could command armies of cleaners could wear something that would dirty so quickly. The blouse above it was white silk, and over that she had a little jacket of matching honey velvet.
But it was her hat that undermined all Rena's resolutions of virtue. It was a perky little creation in the same velvet, worn over her left eye and sporting a feather.
What would it be like to own such a hat? She wondered. And suddenly her dowdy dress with its narrow petticoats seemed a crime against nature.
"This was once a beautiful garden," she said as they strolled in the sun together, "but now, I'm afraid, only the wild rabbits and the birds enjoy it."
Matilda laughed. "They must have lots of fun playing here with no one to stop them."
"I only hope they appreciate their freedom," Rena said. "I know when I was very young I would have loved to have a place like this to play in. Let me show you the lake."
They moved away together, deeper into the grounds.
In the drawing room Mr. Wyngate looked around him. Watching him, John had the same sensation as Rena, that here was a man who noticed everything and calculated exactly how to take advantage of it.
He felt uneasy and troubled. He was a blunt man, a man of action. If an enemy ship had appeared on the horizon he would have known how to deal with it bravely and efficiently. Even ruthlessly. But this situation required dodging, feinting and subtlety. It needed skill with words.
In short, it needed Rena.
And she had abandoned him to manage as best he could.
"So what are you going to do?" Mr. Wyngate barked. "You're not going back to sea, are you?"
"I'm finished with the sea," John said. "I have enjoyed seeing the world, but that's now in the past."
"So you're going to live here?"
"Yes."
"Good. That's how it should be. Houses like this are part of our country's heritage."
It gave John an eerie feeling to hear such words falling from this harsh man's lips. He sounded as though he'd learned them by rote.
"Our country's heritage," Mr. Wyngate repeated, as though having taken the trouble to learn the correct expression he wanted to get full use out of it, for reasons of economy.
"And our country's heritage must be protected," he went on. "For the sake of future generations. Children. Grandchildren. They need houses like this to remind them of our glorious history. Such places are a sacred trust. They must be preserved at all costs."
His voice was like the cawing of a rook.
"But the place is falling down," he went on. "How the devil do you manage to live here?"
"I have nowhere else to go, and very little choice about how I manage here! I can't sell the house or the lands because they're entailed. They have to be passed on to my heir - intact, which is rather amusing considering the state they're in now."
Mr. Wyngate leaned back against the sofa, and looked pleased.
"That is exactly what I want to talk to you about," he said. "You'd find this place very empty and depressing - if you did not have your cousin with you."
He left the last words hanging in the air, having given them a sly emphasis that made John want to hit him.
"If you mean what I think you do, sir, then let me inform you that my cousin is a most honourable lady, of impeccable reputation and - "
"Yes, yes, yes," the other man said testily. "I'm sure she's as pure as the driven snow. They always are, you know, and if you haven't learned that by now then it's time you did. Never mind her. I don't care what you do as long as she's out of the way when the time comes. I don't want any trouble, d'you hear?"
"I fail to understand you, sir," said John stiffly.
"No, you don't. You understand me perfectly. We're both men of the world and it's a fair bargain. I'll probably be out of pocket, but I don't mind paying for what I want, as long as I get what I pay for. And I always get what I pay for, because there's trouble if I don't."
John stared at him, feeling sick with loathing at this man who spoke of Rena in such a way. He would have liked to slam his fist into Wyngate's face. The only thing that had prevented him was the reflection that he himself had exposed Rena to this by claiming her as his cousin.
To have inflicted violence on him would had cast further suspicion on Rena, so John clenched his fists and controlled himself with a violent effort.
Wyngate's cold eyes met his.
"I'm quite sure you follow me," he said.
John had the nightmarish sensation that cobwebs were being spun around him, and when he tried to break them he would find that they were made of steel.
Where was Rena? Why didn't she come and help him? * Rena and Matilda had reached the lake, and were wandering around it. "What a wonderful place for swimming!" Matilda exclaimed.
"If it was thoroughly cleaned up, yes," Rena agreed.
"I enjoy swimming. In America the girls swim almost as much as the men, but that doesn't seem to happen in England. And when you do swim, you have to wear a swimming costume that smothers you, and is thick and uncomfortable. I swim my best when I have nothing on."
"Does your father allow you to do that?" Rena asked, startled.
"He doesn't know," Matilda admitted. "I wait until he's out shooting or ordering some poor creatures about, then I go out to swim, and I make sure I'm back in my room, dressed like a lady before he returns."
Rena laughed. "I think that's very sensible of you," she said, "as long as he doesn't catch you."
"Yes, he'd be very angry if he thought I wasn't behaving like a perfect lady. And when he says 'lady' he means 'lady with a title'."
"Is that what you want?"
Solemnly Matilda shook her head.
"I'm twenty-four," she said wearily, "and what I want is to stop being dragged about the world, while Papa searches for a title he thinks is grand enough for me, or rather, for him.
"I want to love and marry a man who loves me madly. Then our love would make us happy, whether or not we had Papa's money, or a large house. Without the one you love the grandest house would be cold and empty."
"Then it's love that matters the most to you," Rena said in a soft voice.
There was silence for a moment, then Matilda said:" If I tell you the truth, will you promise not to tell Papa?"
"Of course I promise," Rena replied. "If it's a secret I won't tell anyone at all."
"Very well." Matilda took a deep breath. "I am in love, with a man who loves me as much as I love him."
As she spoke she looked over her shoulder as if she was afraid someone would hear her.
Dropping her voice almost to a whisper, Rena asked: "Does your father know?"
"No, of course not!" Matilda said. "And you've promised not to tell him."
"Don't worry. I'll keep my word. But what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. We're only here because he wants me to have a title. Last month he tried to trick a Duke into marrying me. But the Duke escaped and Papa was lividly angry. I thought he was going to kill somebody. He's capable of it, you know."
"You mean he already has killed someone?"
"No - at least - I don't know. It's only a suspicion and I may be wrong. A man was causing Papa trouble, and he vanished a little too conveniently."
"Good heavens! What happened?"
"I don't know. He just vanished and was never seen again. Papa was trying to get control of a railroad in America, and this man was trying to stop him. Maybe it wasn't Papa. The man had other enemies. It's more that I'm certain he could do something like that. It's there, inside him.
"I've seen him flex his fingers against the air, like this - " Matilda made the gesture. "As though he had somebody's neck in his hands, and would enjoy squeezing it."
Rena nodded. Mr. Wyngate had struck her in exactly the same way.
"But it doesn't last, you see," Matilda went on. "He has a brief spell of being murderously angry, and then he puts it behind him and goes on to the next thing."
"And the 'next thing' is Lord Lansdale?" "Yes. Papa read about his inheriting the title in the newspapers, and said 'All right, he'll have to do'. He said he was sure Lord Lansdale was in love with me. Well, I could hardly keep from laughing. "John and I met at a ball my father gave. He danced with me twice and we chatted over a glass of wine. The only thing he could talk about was his ship, but according to Papa he'd been giving me languishing looks, and would have confessed his 'love' but that he had nothing to offer me."
"Did you believe that?" Rena asked, frowning.
"Not for one moment," Matilda said emphatically. "I know when a man's in love with me."
"Do you?" Rena asked, startled. "I mean, even if he doesn't say anything?"
"Good heavens, he doesn't have to say anything?" Matilda said with a chuckle. "It's there in how he looks at you, an inflexion in his voice and - oh, you know."
Rena didn't, but it was impossible to admit.
"Anyway, Papa started 'reminding' me how much I'd liked John. Honestly I barely remembered him, but when I tried to say so, Papa got angry. He wants that title and he won't listen to anyone who says he can't have it."
"If he's got so much money why doesn't he just buy his own?" Rena asked.
"He tried, but the most he could get was a knighthood. Not good enough, you see. An Earl is the least he'll settle for."
"Does the man you love have a title?"
"No, he's just plain Mr. Cecil Jenkins. But as long as I can be with him, I'm happy to be Mrs. Cecil Jenkins."
She spoke bravely, but she also looked over her shoulder.
"It's all so exciting," Rena said, "but I am afraid your dreams may never come true."
"I'm determined to make them come true," Matilda retorted. "But we have to wait a little while. If I elope now Papa would cut me off without a penny."
"Is that ever going to change?"
"No, but we are saving money. I'm getting as much as I can from Papa without him being suspicious. Then when we can afford it, we'll get married and hide until he's forgiven us, which he'll have to do in the end."
"Unless he writes you off, takes another wife and has more children," Rena pointed out.
"Good heavens, you're right. I must make him double my allowance without delay."
Rena was torn between admiration of the girl's courage and a slight feeling of unease at the ruthlessness with which she extracted her father's cash in order to defy him.
"You're shocked, aren't you?" Matilda said, reading her face. "But I'm his daughter and I can be as determined as he is. And how else can I defend myself from him?"
"You can't," Rena agreed. "When the danger is great, you must use whatever defence will succeed. And if I can help you in any way, perhaps hide you, or prevent your father from guessing what you are doing, then you can trust me."
"I knew that when I first saw you," Matilda said eagerly. "I haven't had anyone to talk to for such a long time, and I was sure as soon as I came into the house that the Earl wasn't the least in love with me, no matter what Papa said."
She gave Rena an impish smile. "In fact, I think he'd rather marry you."
Rena stared, her heart pounding. Suddenly she was short of breath. Then she pulled herself together. "You are forgetting that I'm a married woman."
"Oh, nonsense, of course you're not. That story will do very well for Papa, but not for me. Don't worry. You keep my secret, and I will keep yours."
"In any case, I'm sure you're mistaken," Rena said hurriedly. "His Lordship is not interested in me - in that way?"
"Do you call him 'Your Lordship' when you're alone together?" Matilda asked mischievously.
"I really don't see - in any case you've only seen us together for about five minutes - "