She smiled, rather proudly, I thought. "You may go, Conrad. I shall not need you. Max, will you fetch up another scuttle of coal?"
They took their orders from her! It even seemed to me that Max moved swiftly, although it was doubtless a hallucination on my part, brought about by nervous excitement.
"By Jove!" I said, looking after my trusty men-servants as they descended. "I like _this!_ Are they my servants or yours?"
"Oh, I suppose they are yours, Mr. Smart," she said carelessly. "Will you come in now, and make yourself quite at home?"
"Perhaps I"d better wait for a day or two," said I, wavering. "Your headache, you know. I can wait just as well as--"
"Oh, no. Since you"ve gone to all the trouble I suppose you ought to have something for your pains."
"Pains?" I murmured, and I declare to heaven I limped as I followed her through the door into a tiny hall.
"You are a most unreasonable man," she said, throwing open a small door at the end of the hall. "I am terribly disappointed in you. You looked to be so nice and sensible and amiable."
"Oh, I"m not such a nincomp.o.o.p as you might suspect, madam," said I, testily, far from complimented. I dislike being called nice, and sometimes I think it a mistake to be sensible. A sensible person never gets anything out of life because he has to avoid so much of it.
"And now, Mr. Smart, will you be kind enough to explain this incomprehensible proceeding on your part?" she said, facing me sternly.
But I was dumb. I stood just inside the door of the most remarkable apartment it has ever been my good fortune to look upon. My senses reeled. Was I awake? Was this a part of the bleak, sinister, weather-racked castle in which I was striving so hard to find a comfortable corner?
"Well?" she demanded relentlessly.
"By the Lord Harry," I began, finding my tongue only to lose it again.
My bewilderment increased, and for an excellent reason.
The room was completely furnished, bedecked and rendered habitable by an hundred and one articles that were mysteriously missing from my side of the castle. Rugs, tapestries, curtains of the rarest quality; chairs, couches, and cushions; tables, cabinets and chests that would have caused the eyes of the most conservative collector of antiques to bulge with--not wonder--but greed; stands, pedestals, bra.s.ses, bronzes, porcelains--but why enumerate? On the ma.s.sive oaken centre table stood the priceless silver vase we had missed on the second day of our occupancy, and it was filled with fresh yellow roses. I sniffed.
Their fragrance filled the room.
And so complete had been the rifling of my rooms by the devoted vandals in their efforts to make this lady cosy and comfortable that they did not overlook a silver-framed photograph of my dear mother! Her sweet face met my gaze as it swept the mantel-piece, beneath which a coal fire crackled merrily. I am not quite sure, but I think I repeated "by the Lord Harry" once if not twice before I caught myself up.
I tried to smile. "How--how cosy you are here," I said.
"You couldn"t expect me to live in this awful place without some of the comforts and conveniences of life, Mr. Smart," she said defiantly.
"Certainly not," I said, promptly. "I am sure that you will excuse me, however, if I gloat. I was afraid we had lost all these things. You"ve no idea how relieved I am to find them all safe and sound in my--in their proper place. I was beginning to distrust the Schmicks. Now I am convinced of their integrity."
"I suppose you mean to be sarcastic."
"Sarcasm at any price, madam, would be worse than useless, I am sure."
Crossing to the fireplace, I selected a lump of coal from the scuttle and examined it with great care. She watched me curiously.
"Do you recognise it?" she asked.
"I do," said I, looking up. "It has been in our family for generations.
My favourite chunk, believe me. Still, I part with it cheerfully."
Thereupon I tossed it into the fire. "Don"t be shocked! I shan"t miss it. We have coals to burn, madam!"
She looked at me soberly for a moment. There was something hurt and wistful in her dark eyes.
"Of course, Mr. Smart, I shall pay you for everything--down to the smallest trifle--when the time comes for me to leave this place. I have kept strict account of--"
She turned away, with a beaten droop of the proud little head, and again I was shamed. Never have I felt so grotesquely out of proportion with myself as at that moment. My stature seemed to increase from an even six feet to something like twelve, and my bulk became elephantine.
She was so slender, so lissom, so weak, and I so gargantuan, so gorilla-like, so heavy-handed! And I had come gaily up to crush her!
What a fine figure of a man I was!
She did not complete the sentence, but walked slowly toward the window.
I had a faint glimpse of a dainty lace handkerchief fiercely clutched in a little hand.
By nature I am chivalrous, even gallant. You may have reason to doubt it, but it is quite true. As I"ve never had a chance to be chivalrous except in my dreams or my imagination, I made haste to seize this opportunity before it was too late. "Madam," I said, with considerable feeling. "I have behaved like a downright rotter to-day. I do not know who you are, nor why you are here, but I a.s.sure you it is of no real consequence if you will but condescend to overlook my insufferable--"
She turned towards me. The wistful, appealing look still lingered in her eyes. The soft red nether lip seemed a bit tremulous.
"I _am_ an intruder," she interrupted, smiling faintly. "You have every right to put me out of your--your home, Mr. Smart. I was a horrid pig to deprive you of all your nice comfortable chairs and--"
"I--I haven"t missed them."
"Don"t you ever sit down?"
"I will sit down if you"ll let me," said I, feeling that I wouldn"t appear quite so gigantic if I was sitting.
"Please do. The chairs all belong to you."
"I"m sorry you put it in that way. They are yours as long as you choose to--to occupy a furnished apartment here."
"I have been very selfish, and cattish, and inconsiderate, Mr. Smart.
You see, I"m a spoilt child. I"ve always had my own way in everything.
You must look upon me as a very horrid, sneaking, conspiring person, and I--I really think you ought to turn me out."
She came a few steps nearer. Under the circ.u.mstances I could not sit down. So I stood towering above her, but somehow going through a process of physical and mental shrinkage the longer I remained confronting her.
Suddenly it was revealed to me that she was the loveliest woman I had ever seen in all my life! How could I have been so slow in grasping this great, bewildering truth? The prettiest woman I had ever looked upon! Of course I had known it from the first instant that I looked into her eyes, but I must have been existing in a state of stupefaction up to this illuminating moment.
I am afraid that I stared.
"Turn you out?" I cried. "Turn you out of this delightful room after you"ve had so much trouble getting it into shape? Never!"
"Oh, you don"t know how I"ve imposed upon you!" she cried plaintively.
"You don"t know how I"ve robbed you, and bothered you--"
"Yes, I do," said I promptly. "I know all about it. You"ve been stealing my coals, my milk, my ice, my potatoes, my servants, my sleep and "--here I gave a comprehensive sweep of my hand--"everything in sight.
And you"ve made us walk on tip-toe to keep from waking the baby, and--"
I stopped suddenly. "By the way, whose baby is it? Not yours, I"m sure."
To my surprise her eyes filled with tears.
"Yes. She is my baby, Mr. Smart."