The two officers' wives glanced at each other.Lady Runnybroke put up her eyeglass in default of ostrich feathers, and said didactically, "I'm sure Mr.Atherly is very much in earnest, and sincerely devoted to his work.And in a man of his wealth and position here it's most estimable.My dear," she said, getting up and moving towards Mrs.Lascelles, "we were just saying how good and unselfish your brother was in his work for these poor people."But Jenny Lascelles must have been in one of those abstracted moods which so troubled her husband, for she seemed to be staring straight before her into the recesses of the wood.In her there was a certain resemblance to the attitude of a listening animal.
"I wish Mr.Atherly was a little more unselfish to US poor people,"said the Hon.Evelyn Kayne, "for he and Friddy have been nearly an hour looking for a place to spread our luncheon baskets.I wish they'd leave the future of the brown races to look after itself and look a little more after us.I'm famished.""I fancy they find it difficult to select a clear space for so large a party as we will be when the gentlemen come in," returned Lady Runnybroke, glancing in the direction of Jenny's abstracted eyes.
"I suppose you must feel like chicken and salad, too, Lady Runnybroke," suggested Mrs.Captain Joyce.
"I don't think I quite know HOW chicken and salad feel, dear," said Lady Runnybroke with a puzzled air, "but if that's one of your husband's delightful American stories, do tell us.I never CAN get Runnybroke to tell me any, although he roars over them all.And Idare say he gets them all wrong.But look, here comes our luncheon."Peter and Lady Elfrida were advancing towards them.The scrutiny of a dozen pairs of eyes--wondering, mischievous, critical, impertinent, or resentful--would have been a trying ordeal to any errant couple; but there was little if any change in Peter's grave and gentle demeanor, albeit his dark eyes were shining with a peculiar light, and Lady Elfrida had only the animation, color, and slight excitability that became the responsible leader of the little party.They neither apologized or alluded to their delay.
They had selected a spot on the other side of the copse, and the baskets could be sent around by the wagon; they had seen a slight haze on the plain towards the east which betokened the vicinity of the rest of the party, and they were about to propose that as the gentlemen were so near they had better postpone the picnic until they came up.Lady Runnybroke smiled affably; the only thing she had noticed was that Lady Elfrida in joining them had gone directly to the side of the abstracted Jenny, and placed her arm around her waist.At which Lady Runnybroke airily joined them.
The surmises of Peter and Friddy appeared to be correct.The transfer of the provisions and the party to the other side was barely concluded before they could see the gentlemen coming; they were riding a little more rapidly than when they had set out, and were arriving fully three hours before their time.They burst upon the ladies a little boisterously but gayly; they had had a glorious time, but little sport; they had hurried back to join the ladies so as to be able to return with them betimes.They were ravenously hungry; they wanted to fall to at once.Only the officers' wives noticed that the two files of troopers DID NOT DISMOUNT, but filed slowly before the entrance to the woods.Lady Elfrida as hostess was prettily distressed by it, but was told by Captain Joyce that it was "against rules," and that she could "feed" them at the fort.
The officers' wives put a few questions in whispers, and were promptly frowned down.Nevertheless, the luncheon was a successful festivity: the gentlemen were loud in the praises of their gracious hostess; the delicacies she had provided by express from distant stations, and much that was distinctly English and despoiled from her own stores, were gratefully appreciated by the officers of a remote frontier garrison.Lady Elfrida's health was toasted by the gallant colonel in a speech that was the soul of chivalry.Lord Runnybroke responded, perhaps without the American abandon, but with the steady conscientiousness of an hereditary legislator, but the M.P.summed up a slightly exaggerated but well meaning episode by pointing out that it was on occasions like this that the two nations showed their common ancestry by standing side by side.
Only one thing troubled the rosy, excited, but still clear-headed Friddy; the plates were whisked away like magic after each delicacy, by the military servants, and vanished; the tables were in the same mysterious way cleared as rapidly as they were set, and any attempt to recall a dish was met by the declaration that it was already packed away in the wagon.As they at last rose from the actually empty board, and saw even the tables disappear, Lady Elfrida plaintively protested that she felt as if she had been presiding over an Arabian Nights entertainment, served by genii, and she knew that they would all awaken hungry when they were well on their way back.Nevertheless, in spite of this expedition, the officers lounged about smoking until every trace of the festivity had vanished.Reggy found himself standing near Peter."You know," he said, confidentially, "I don't think the colonel has a very high opinion of your pets,--the Indians.And, by Jove, if the 'friendlies' are as nasty towards you as they were to us this morning, I wonder what you call the 'hostile' tribes.""Did you have any difficulty with them?" said Peter quickly.
"No, not exactly, don't you know--we were too many, I fancy; but, by Jove, the beggars whenever we met them,--and we met one or two gypsy bands of them,--you know, they seemed to look upon us as TRESPASSERS, don't you know.""And you were, in point of fact," said Peter, smiling grimly.