She leaned a little towards him.
"What would?" she asked, earnestly.
He hesitated.
"Well," he said, "I think I could tell you that!"
She held up her hand.
"Stop, please," she said. "I want to ask you something else. Are you Lawrence"s enemy?"
"I? Why, of course not!"
"Then where do you come in?" she asked, bluntly. "You couldn"t persuade me that it is interest on my account which brings you here and makes you tell me these things. You don"t care a b.u.t.ton for me."
Borrowdean took her hand and leaned forward in his chair. She s.n.a.t.c.hed it away.
"Oh, rot!" she exclaimed. "I may be a fool, but I"m not quite fool enough for that. I"m simply a useful person for the moment in some scheme of yours, and I just want to know what that scheme is. That"s all! I"m not the sort of woman you"d waste a moment with, except for some purpose of your own. You"ve proved that. You wormed my story out of me very cleverly, but I haven"t quite forgotten it yet, you know. And to tell you the truth," she continued, "you"re not my sort, either. You and Lawrence Mannering are something of the same kidney after all, though he"s worth a dozen of you. You"ve neither of you any time for play in the world, and that sort of man doesn"t appeal to me. Now where do you come in?"
Borrowdean looked at her thoughtfully. He had the air of a man a trifle piqued. Perhaps for the first time he realized that Blanche Phillimore was not altogether an unattractive-looking woman. If she had desired to stir him from his indifference she could not have chosen any more effectual means.
"I am not going to argue with you," he said, quietly. "I have ambitions, it is true, and the world is not exactly a playground for me.
Nevertheless, I am not an ascetic like Mannering. The world, the flesh and the devil are very much to me what they are to other men. But in a sense you have cornered me, and you shall have the truth. I want to marry the d.u.c.h.ess of Lenchester myself."
She nodded.
"That"s right," she said. "Now we know where we are. You want to marry the d.u.c.h.ess, and therefore you don"t want her to have Lawrence. You think that I can stop it, and as I don"t want him married, either, you come to me. That is reasonable. Now how can I prevent it?"
"By a slight variation from your story," he answered. "In fact, words are not needed. A suggestion only would be enough, and circ.u.mstances," he added, glancing around, "are strongly in favour of that suggestion."
"You mean--"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Mannering is security for your lease," he remarked. "You pay in his cheques to your bank every quarter. He occupies just that position which in a general way is capable of one explanation only."
"Well?"
"Let the d.u.c.h.ess believe him, or continue to believe him, to be an ordinary man--instead of a fool--and she will never marry him."
"And she will you?"
"I hope so!"
She leaned back in her chair. He could not altogether understand her silence. Surely she could have no scruples?
"It seems to me," she said at last, "that I am to play your game for nothing. I don"t care so very much, after all, if he marries. He"d settle all he could on me. In fact, I should have just as much claim on him as I have now."
"I did not say that you should play it for nothing," he answered. "I want us to understand each other, because I have an idea that you may be seeing something of the d.u.c.h.ess at any moment. Let us put it this way.
Suppose I promise to give you a diamond necklace of the value of, say five thousand pounds, the day I marry the d.u.c.h.ess!"
She rose and put pen and paper before him. He shook his head.
"I can"t put an arrangement of that sort on paper," he protested. "You must rely upon my word of honour."
She held out the pen to him.
"On paper, or the whole thing is off absolutely," she declared.
"You won"t trust me?"
She looked at him.
"There isn"t much honour about an arrangement of this sort, is there?"
she said. "It has to be on paper, or not at all."
A carriage stopped outside. They heard the bell.
"That," she remarked, "may be the d.u.c.h.ess of Lenchester."
He caught up the pen and wrote a few hurried lines. The smile with which he handed it to her was not altogether successful.
"After all, you know," he said, "there should be honour amongst thieves."
"No doubt there is," she answered. "Only thieves are a cut above us, aren"t they?"
"I don"t believe," Borrowdean said to himself, as he reached the pavement, "that that woman is such a fool as she seems."
CHAPTER II
"CHERCHEZ LA FEMME"
Mannering hated dinner parties, but this one had been a necessity.
Nevertheless, if he had known who his companion for the evening was fated to be he would most certainly have stayed away. Her first question showed him that she had no intention of ignoring memories which to him were charged with the most subtle pain.
He looked down the table, and back again into her face.
"You are quite right," he said. "This is different. We cannot compare. We can judge only by effect--the effect upon ourselves."
"Can you be a.n.a.lytical and yet remain within the orbit of my understanding?" she asked, with a faint smile. "If so, I should like to know exactly how you feel about it all."
He pa.s.sed a course with a somewhat weary gesture of refusal, and leaned back in his chair.
"You are comprehensive--as usual," he remarked. "Just then I was wondering whether the perfume of these banks of hot-house flowers--I don"t know what they are--was as sweet as the odour of the salt from the creeks, or my roses when the night wind touched them."