"Oh no."
"You will not tell him it is offensive to me?"
"No."
"Pray do not give him unnecessary pain."
"No."
"He is not to be mortified."
"No."
"I shall miss him sadly."
"Shall you?"
"Naturally. Especially at each new place. Only conceive: one is always anxious on the stage; and it is one thing to come before a public all strangers, and nearly all poor judges; it is another to see, all ready for your first note, a n.o.ble face bright with intelligence and admiration--the face of a friend. Often that one face is the only one I allow myself to see. It hides the whole public."
"Then don"t you be silly and send it away. I"ll tell you the one fault of your character: you think too much of other people, and too little of yourself. Now, that is contrary to the scheme of nature. We are sent into the world to take care of number one."
"What!" said Ina; "are we to be all self-indulgence? Is there to be no principle, no womanly prudence, foresight, discretion? No; I feel the sacrifice: but no power shall hinder me from making it. If you cannot persuade him, I"ll do like other singers. I will be ill, and quit the company."
"Don"t do that," said Rhoda. "Now you have put on your iron look, it is no use arguing--I know that to my cost. There--I will talk to him. Only don"t hurry me; let me take my opportunity."
This being understood, Ina would not part with her for the present, but took her to the theater. She dismissed her dresser, at Rhoda"s request, and Rhoda filled that office. So they could talk freely.
Rhoda had never been behind the scenes of a theater before, and she went prying about, ignoring the music, for she was almost earless. Presently, whom should she encounter but Edward Severne. She started and looked at him like a basilisk. He removed his hat and drew back a step with a great air of respect and humility. She was shocked and indignant with Ina for letting him be about her. She followed her off the stage into her dressing room, and took her to task. "I have seen Mr. Severne here."
"He comes every night."
"And you allow him?"
"It is the manager."
"But he would not admit him, if you objected."
"I am afraid to do that."
"Why?"
"We should have an _esclandre._ I find he has had so much consideration for me as to tell no one our relation; and as he has never spoken to me, I do the most prudent thing I can, and take no notice. Should he attempt to intrude himself on me, then it will be time to have him stopped in the hall, and I shall do it _cou"te que cou"te._ Ah, my dear friend, mine is a difficult and trying position."
After a very long wait, Ina went down and sung her princ.i.p.al song, with the usual bravas and thunders of applause. She was called on twice, and as she retired, Severne stepped forward, and, with a low, obsequious bow, handed her a beautiful bouquet. She took it with a stately courtesy, but never looked nor smiled.
Rhoda saw that and wondered. She thought to herself, "That is carrying politeness a long way. To be sure, she is half a foreigner."
Having done his nightly homage, Severne left the theater, and soon afterward the performance concluded, and Ina took her friend home.
Ashmead was in the hall to show his patroness to her carriage--a duty he never failed in. Rhoda shook hands with him, and he said, "Delighted to see you here, miss. You will be a great comfort to her."
The two friends communed till two o"clock in the morning: but the limits of my tale forbid me to repeat what pa.s.sed.
Suffice it to say that Rhoda was fairly puzzled by the situation; but, having a great regard for Vizard, saw clearly enough that he ought to be sent back to Islip. She thought that perhaps the very sight of her would wound his pride, and, finding his mania discovered by a third person, he would go of his own accord: so she called on him.
My lord received her with friendly composure, and all his talk was about Islip. He did not condescend to explain his presence at Carlisle. He knew that _qui s"excuse s"accuse,_ and left her to remonstrate. She had hardly courage for that, and hoped it might be unnecessary.
She told Ina what she had done. But her visit was futile: at night there was Vizard in his box.
Next day the company opened in Manchester. Vizard was in his box there--Severne in front, till Ina"s princ.i.p.al song. Then he came round and presented his bouquet. But this time he came up to Rhoda Gale, and asked her whether a penitent man might pay his respects to her in the morning.
She said she believed there were very few penitents in the world.
"I know one," said he.
"Well, I don"t, then," said the virago. "But _you_ can come, if you are not afraid."
Of course Ina Klosking knew of this appointment two minutes after it was made. She merely said, "Do not let him talk you over."
"He is not so likely to talk me over as you," said Rhoda.
"You are mistaken," was Ina"s reply. "I am the one person he will never deceive again."
Rhoda Gale received his visit: he did not beat about the bush, nor fence at all. He declared at once what he came for. He said, "At the first sight of you, whom I have been so ungrateful to, I could not speak; but now I throw myself on your forgiveness. I think you must have seen that my ingrat.i.tude has never sat light on me."
"I have seen that you were terribly afraid of me," said she.
"I dare say I was. But I am not afraid of you now; and here, on my knees, I implore you to forgive my baseness, my ingrat.i.tude. Oh, Miss Gale, you don"t know what it is to be madly in love; one has no principle, no right feeling, against a real pa.s.sion: and I was madly in love with her. It was through fear of losing her I disowned my physician, my benefactress, who had saved my life. Miserable wretch! It was through fear of losing her that I behaved like a ruffian to my angel wife, and would have committed bigamy, and been a felon. What was all this but madness? You, who are so wise, will you not forgive me a crime that downright insanity was the cause of?"
"Humph! if I understand right, you wish me to forgive you for looking in my face, and saying to the woman who had saved your life, "I don"t know you?""
"Yes--if you can. No: now you put it in plain words, I see it is not to be forgiven."
"You are mistaken. It was like a stab to my heart, and I cried bitterly over it."
"Then I deserve to be hanged; that is all."
"But, on consideration, I believe it is as much your nature to be wicked as it is my angel Ina"s to be good. So I forgive you that one thing, you charming villain." She held out her hand to him in proof of her good faith.
He threw himself on his knees directly, and kissed and mumbled her hand, and bedewed it with hysterical tears.
"Oh, don"t do that," said she; "or I"m bound to give you a good kick. I hate she men."
"Give me a moment," said he, "and I will be a man again."
He sat with his face in his hands, gulping a little.
"Come," said she, c.o.c.king her head like a keen jackdaw; "now let us have the real object of your visit."
"No, no," said he, inadvertently--"another time will do for that. I am content with your forgiveness. Now I can wait."