"Then you don"t want me to ask him to dinner?"
"Ask him if you like: only don"t expect me to fall into his arms."
"As if I expected you to do anything so silly," said Mrs. Barrast, and withdrew to pen her invitation to the doctor and his friend. By this time, in her own mind, she was quite determined to arrange a match between Montrose and Alice, being one of those busybodies who will meddle with what does not concern them in the least. But Mrs. Barrast did not look at her proposed scheming in this light. She thought she was behaving very kindly to Alice.
The girl herself was really anxious to meet Montrose now that there was a chance of doing so. Never having felt the want of money, she had not given much thought to the loss of the inheritance, and did not know how vexed her father was to see Montrose get the income. Enistor had particularly refrained from expressing his vexation, since he did not wish Alice to be biased against the fortunate youth. Therefore Alice was quite prepared to be just towards Montrose, and to like him, if his personality appealed to her. A very unsophisticated maiden was Miss Enistor. In a similar position Mrs. Barrast would have schemed to recover the lost fortune by marriage, if the man had been as ugly as a Cyclops, and indeed, as can be seen, really did intend to right things in this way. But Alice was quite content to let Montrose remain a bachelor and enjoy the money after his own fashion.
Mr. Barrast had to attend to his political duties on the evening appointed for the dinner, which was perhaps the reason why his frivolous wife selected that special evening. Frederick was a kill-joy, she said, and moreover she did not wish to ask an extra woman to dinner. Mr.
Montrose could attend to Alice and she, as the hostess, could attend to Dr. Eberstein. They would enjoy a pleasant meal, and afterwards could chat and have music in the drawing-room. Also Dr. Eberstein might be induced to tell their fortune, or prophesy events, or do wonderful things which, according to Mrs. Barrast, he was capable of doing when willing. As a matter of fact, Eberstein had the reputation of being a psychic doctor, and of knowing more about the unseen than most people.
But in spite of Mrs. Barrast"s babbling, he never by any chance performed the wonders which she spoke about. All the same, with the pertinacity of her nature Mrs. Barrast intended to ask him to give an exhibition of his powers, and as Frederick did not approve of such things, this was another reason why she chose an evening when he would be engaged. "Frederick is quite a heathen, you know, dear," said Mrs.
Barrast, when the two ladies were in the drawing-room waiting for the two guests, "he says that to help poor people is better than being religious."
"To help the poor _is_ to be religious," said Alice quietly.
Mrs. Barrast made a grimace and looked in a near mirror to see that her hair was in good order. "Oh, I know you are that sort of person also, dear. Julian tells me that you are hand in glove with your vicar."
"The vicar of Polwellin is a good man, Amy."
"How dull! I never did like good people, who are fond of the ragged poor and starving children and all that slum sort of thing. Though I"m sure I have helped dozens of times in bazaars and charity dances to get money for them. And I really needed the money more than they did," concluded Mrs. Barrast plaintively.
She flitted round the drawing-room in her usual restless manner, arranging the flowers, rearranging the many useless objects of luxury, and generally pa.s.sing the time in meddling, chattering continuously. The drawing-room was suggestive of her brainless nature, as it was filled with costly things of no possible use; frivolous rubbish that had taken her fancy for the moment and then had been more or less forgotten. There was ample s.p.a.ce, plenty of light and colour, and all the appliances of civilisation for an easy, luxurious existence. But repose was lacking, as the hostess had communicated to the room some of her abnormal restlessness. Mrs. Barrast was always screwed up to concert pitch and never gave herself, or any one in her vicinity, a single moment of peace. This incessant desire to say something or to do something, however silly, was gradually forcing Alice to consider seriously the necessity of cutting short her visit. There was an excess of oxygen in the atmosphere of Mrs. Barrast that disturbed the girl"s serene nature.
"Oh, here they are at last," cried the hostess with another glance into the mirror, as her quick ear caught a sound outside the door. "I am so glad, as I am so hungry. Then you see, dear--oh, Dr. Eberstein, how are you? So very glad to see you. And Mr. Montrose! It _is_ Mr. Montrose, isn"t it? How do you do? So pleased to meet you. Dr. Eberstein, this is Miss Enistor, who is staying with me for a few weeks. Mr. Montrose, Miss Enistor. And now we can go to dinner. I am sure you are both dying for food!"
The doctor bowed gravely to Alice and remained somewhat in the background talking, or rather listening, to the voluble Mrs. Barrast. It seemed as if he had stepped back to be a spectator of the meeting between the younger people, for Alice felt, rather than saw, that his eyes were upon her. But she was too much taken up with Montrose to consider this for a moment. The young man advanced silently, a tall slim figure, graceful and virile. His dark eyes were fixed on Alice in a puzzled sort of way, as if something about her perplexed him greatly. On her part, the girl rose from the chair to meet his gaze more directly than was consistent with the first introduction of a youth and a maiden. She did not know why he appeared to be familiar to her. It was not his looks, for these were new to her. But in his eyes there was something which hinted that he was less a stranger than a very dear friend. Of course, what knowledge of reincarnation she had gained from her father told her that the body was nothing and the soul was everything. Certainly she had never seen Montrose before in the flesh, but through his eyes there looked a soul which she knew. All this flashed through her troubled mind in a second and the blood crimsoned her face as she impulsively held out her hand.
With a soft quick indrawn breath the young man took it. He was evidently as perplexed as she was. Only by an effort did he release the girl"s slim hand and find his voice.
"I am glad to meet you, Miss Enistor!"
His voice broke the spell, and Alice became aware--at least she thought as much--that she had been acting foolishly. Of course he would be confused to meet the niece of the lady whose money he had inherited.
That was the reason of his odd look and strange silence. But she would put him at his ease at once, since there was nothing to be gained by being stiff with a perfectly innocent person. And then--here came in the momentary memory again--she liked him at sight more than any one she had ever seen. She repeated his words.
"I am glad to meet you, Mr. Montrose!" and then the two smiled at one another in a somewhat embarra.s.sed way.
"There"s the gong," cried Mrs. Barrast gaily, "your arm, doctor. We shall have a pleasant dinner and a delightful evening!"
"I am sure of that, Mrs. Barrast," said the other positively. "The evening has commenced most auspiciously."
Alice asked herself what he meant and laid her hand on Montrose"s arm.
She did not get an answer to her mental question until much later.
CHAPTER VI
A CONVERSATION
Dinner was served, not in the large dining-room, used on high days and festivals, but in a small octagonal apartment, reserved for such minor occasions. Its walls were of polished white wood, gaily painted with wreaths of flowers bound with knots of blue ribbon and held by naked cupids, dimpled and rosy. There was a blue-tiled fire-place in which stood a bra.s.s cradle for the flaming coals, though at present, the weather being warm, this was filled with ferns and bulrushes. The ceiling was painted with sunset clouds, the carpet was moss-green sprinkled with bunches of daisies, and the furniture was of cream-coloured wood. In the centre stood a round table of no great size, at which the hostess and her guests took their seats. Two smart parlour-maids attended to their wants, as Mrs. Barrast preferred to dispense with footmen and butler, save when she gave a state dinner to people she did not care about.
"Frederick"s friends, you know," she explained airily, when unfolding her napkin. "The people who like things-as-they-ought-to-be. I think things-as-they-ought-not-to-be are more amusing myself. More of a surprise, you know."
"If you pushed that theory to extremes, Mrs. Barrast," said Dr.
Eberstein in a dry way, "you would find the world excessively disagreeable."
"Oh, I don"t know, doctor. People in society all say the same things and do the same things and think the same things. I adore originality myself."
"If originality made you uncomfortable you would change your mind."
"I daresay. But that would be no novelty. I am always changing my mind!"
"Consequently your nervous system gets out of order and you have to come to me to have it set right."
"If I and others did not come to you where would your practice be?"
asked Mrs. Barrast, accepting fish from the parlour-maid. "If one didn"t change one"s mind the world would stand still."
Dr. Eberstein laughed. "That is a deeper remark than you guess, Mrs.
Barrast," he said quietly. "But there is one change of mind and another change of mind."
"Of course," the frivolous little woman opened her eyes widely, "if there were not another change of mind there would be no change at all."
"True, O Queen! You speak wiser than you know."
"Tell Frederick that, doctor. He says I have no ideas, and what I have aren"t ideas at all. No! I don"t mean that! But he says--well, I don"t know exactly what Frederick says. n.o.body ever does, especially when he gets up to make a speech in the House. But he"s a dear fellow all the same, and do try that hock, doctor. It is particularly good!"
Eberstein smiled and refused, as he drank nothing but water. He looked on Mrs. Barrast as an irresponsible delightful child, who had everything to learn, yet who could not be taught, as it was impossible for her to concentrate her attention for one whole minute. A b.u.t.terfly herself, she chased other b.u.t.terflies and danced along a sunny path careless of whither she was going. The doctor knew that in the nature of things she would have to learn what life meant some day: but did not tell her so.
Mrs. Barrast would not have understood him if he had.
While eating and listening to the remarks of Montrose, the youngest member of the party stole frequent looks at Eberstein. He was not very tall, rather stout, some years over fifty, and had a healthy clean-shaven face. Alice by no means considered him handsome, but when he smiled there was a kind and helpful look in his grey eyes which drew her to him. She felt that he was cool, wise, tolerant, and anxious to aid his fellow mortals. Mr. Montrose--so ran her thoughts--was very fortunate to have such a friend. In the hour of need Eberstein would prove staunch. Alice was positive of this although she had no experience of the man"s nature. But added to the ordinary feminine intuition she possessed a subtle clairvoyant instinct, undeveloped though it was, and without any positive proof she would have staked her existence on Eberstein"s being a really good and helpful man. One in a thousand.
But as a woman her feelings inclined to Montrose, since he was extremely handsome and likewise fascinating. The unusual combination of auburn hair and dark eyes was striking, and his clearly cut features of the Greek type impressed her with a sense of belonging to a thoroughbred stock. His shapely body, his slim hands and feet, his lithe active strength, suggested a racehorse perfection. A well-formed head showed that he had brains, and a resolute chin revealed courage and decision.
Altogether Miss Enistor was favourably impressed with the looks of the young man who had inherited Lady Staunton"s money, and thought that he would make good use of it. As to her other feeling, of his soul being familiar to her, she had not yet reasoned that out in a way to satisfy herself. At present all she knew was that she and Montrose seemed to be old acquaintances, and they chatted as if they were friends of many years" standing. Mrs. Barrast remarked this.
"You two get on very well together," she said shrewdly, when the dessert was placed on the table, and Eberstein smiled when she made the remark.
"We seem to suit one another," was Montrose"s reply: then added, to avert personal remarks on the part of Mrs. Barrast: "I wonder how it is that one is repelled by some people and drawn to others at first sight."
"Ask Miss Enistor for the explanation," said Eberstein quietly.
Alice was startled by the directness of his speech. "How do you know that I can explain, doctor?"
"Oh, Dr. Eberstein knows all manner of things other people don"t know,"
chimed in the hostess. "I am quite afraid of him sometimes. He is as wise as the sea and as deep!"
"And as useful, I hope," said the doctor, smiling genially. "However, Montrose has not yet asked Miss Enistor for a reply to his question."
The young man laughed and looked at the flower-like face of his neighbour with great admiration. "How is it some people repel while others attract?"