The Black Box | Page 4

came trotting forward to meet him. His wife, still beautiful notwithstanding her forty-five years, had turned her pleasant face towards him, and Ella, whom a great many Society papers had singled out as being one of the most beautiful débutantes of the season, was welcoming him with her usual lazy but wholly good-humoured smile.
"Daddy, your habits are getting positively disgraceful!" she exclaimed. "Mother and I have nearly finished--and our share of the post-bag is most uninteresting. Please come and sit down, tell us where you are going to shoot, and whether you've had any letters this morning?"
Lord Ashleigh loitered for a moment to raise the covers from the dishes upon a side table. Afterwards he seated himself in the chair which the servant was holding for him.
"I am going out for an hour or two with Fitzgerald," he announced. "Partridges are scarcely worth shooting yet but he has arranged a few drives over the hills. As for my being late--well, that has something to do with you, young lady."
Ella looked at him with a sudden seriousness in her great eyes.
"Daddy, you've heard something!"
Lord Ashleigh pulled a bundle of letters from his pocket.
"I have," he admitted.
"Quick!" Ella begged. "Tell us all about it? Don't sit there, dad, looking so stolid. Can't you see I am dying to hear? Quick, please!"
Her father smiled, glanced for a moment at the plate which had been passed to him from the side table, approved of it and stretched out his hand for his cup.
"I heard this morning," he said, "from your friend Delarey. He went into the matter very fully. You shall read his letter presently. The sum and substance of it all, however, is that for the first year of your musical training he advises--where do you think?"
"Dresden," Lady Ashleigh suggested.
"Munich? Paris?" Ella put in breathlessly.
"All wrong," Lord Ashleigh declared. "New York!"
There was a momentary silence. Ella's eyes were sparkling. Her mother's face had fallen.
"New York!" Ella murmured. "There is wonderful music there, and Mr. Delarey knows it so well."
Lord Ashleigh nodded portentously.
"I have not finished yet. Mr. Delarey wound up his letter by promising to cable me his final decision in the course of a few days. This cablegram," he went on, drawing a little slip of blue paper from his pocket, "was brought to me this morning whilst I was shaving. I found it a most inconvenient time, as the lather--"
"Oh, bother the lather, father!" Ella exclaimed. "Read the cablegram, or let me."
Her father smoothed it out before him and read--
"To Lord Ashleigh, Hamblin House, Dorset, England.
"I find a magnificent programme arranged for at Metropolitan Opera House this year. Have taken box for your daughter, engaged the best professor in the world, and secured an apartment at the Leeland, our most select and comfortable residential hotel. Understand your brother is still in South America, returning early spring, but will do our best to make your daughter's year of study as pleasant as possible. Advise her sail on Saturday by Mauretania."
"On Saturday?" Ella almost screamed.
"New York!" Lady Ashleigh murmured disconsolately. "How impossible, George!"
Her husband handed over the letter and cablegram, which Ella at once pounced upon. He then unfolded the local newspaper and proceeded to make an excellent breakfast. When he had quite finished, he lit a cigarette and rose a little abruptly to his feet as a car glided out of the stable yard and slowly approached the front door.
"I shall now," he said, "leave you to talk over and discuss this matter for the rest of the day. I believe you said, dear," he added, turning to his wife, "that we were dining alone to-night?"
"Quite alone, George," Lady Ashleigh admitted. "We were to have gone to Annerley Castle, but the Duke is laid up somewhere in Scotland."
"I remember," her husband assented. "Very well, then, at dinner-time to-night you can tell me your decision, or rather we will discuss it together. James," he added, turning to the footman, "tell Robert I want my sixteen-bore guns put in the car, and tell him to be very careful about the cartridges."
He disappeared through the French windows. Lady Ashleigh was studying the letter stretched out before her, her brows a little knitted, her expression distressed. Ella had turned and was looking out westwards across the park, towards the sea. For a moment she dreamed of all the wonderful things that lay on the other side of that silver streak. She saw inside the crowded Opera House. She felt the tense hush, the thrill of excitement. She heard the low sobbing of the violins, she saw the stage-setting, she heard the low notes of music creeping and growing till every pulse in her body thrilled with her one great enthusiasm. When she turned back to the table, her eyes were bright and there was a little