"And I am to be grateful to you for your co-operation in this."
"You can, if you like."
"And you will secure an agreeable companion for the rest of the tour, eh?--my diplomatic cousin and my silent sister."
"Yes; but it is too bad of you to see through a poor girl, and her little game, like that. I own he is a charming companion."
f.a.n.n.y"s cunning eyes twinkled, and Zoe blushed crimson to see her n.o.ble brother manipulated by this artful minx and then flattered for his perspicacity.
From that moment a revulsion took place in her mind, and pride fought furiously with love--for a time.
This was soon made apparent to f.a.n.n.y Dover. When they retired, Zoe looked very gloomy; so f.a.n.n.y asked, rather sharply, "Well, what is the matter now? Didn"t I do it cleverly?"
"Yes, yes, too cleverly. Oh, f.a.n.n.y, I begin to revolt against myself."
"This is nice!" said f.a.n.n.y. "Go on, dear. It is just what I ought to have expected. You were there. You had only to interfere. You didn"t. And now you are discontented."
"Not with you. Spare me. You are not to blame, and I am very unhappy. I am losing my self-respect. Oh, if this goes on, I shall hate him!"
"Yes, dear--for five minutes, and then love him double. Come, don"t deceive yourself, and don"t torment yourself. All your trouble, we shall leave it behind us to-morrow, and every hour will take us further from it."
With this practical view of matters, she kissed Zoe and hurried to bed.
But Zoe scarcely closed her eyes all night.
Severne did not reach the hotel till past eleven o"clock, and went straight to his own room.
CHAPTER X.
ASHMEAD accompanied Mademoiselle Klosking to her apartment. It was lighted, and the cloth laid for supper under the chandelier, a snow-white Hamburg damask. Ashmead took the winnings out of his pocket, and proudly piled the gold and crumpled notes in one prodigious ma.s.s upon the linen, that shone like satin, and made the gold look doubly inviting. Then he drew back and gloated on it. The Klosking, too, stood and eyed the pile of wealth with amazement and a certain reverence. "Let me count it," said Ashmead. He did so, and it came to four thousand nine hundred and eighty-one pounds, English money. "And to think," said he, "if you had taken my advice you would not have a penny of this!"
"I"ll take your advice now," said she. "I will never gamble again."
"Well, take my advice, and lock up the swag before a creature sees it.
Homburg is full of thieves."
She complied, and took away the money in a napkin.
Ashmead called after her to know might he order supper.
"If you will be so kind."
Ashmead rejoiced at this unguarded permission, and ordered a supper that made Karl stare.
The Klosking returned in about half an hour, clad in a crisp _peignoir._
Ashmead confronted her. "I have ordered a bottle of champagne," said he.
Her answer surprised him. "You have done well. We must now begin to prove the truth of the old proverb, "Ce qui vient de la flute s"en va au tambour.""
At supper Mr. Ashmead was the chief drinker, and, by a natural consequence, the chief speaker: he held out brilliant prospects; he favored the Klosking with a discourse on advertising. No talent availed without it; large posters, pictures, window-cards, etc.; but as her talent was superlative, he must now endeavor to keep up with it by invention in his line--the puff circ.u.mstantial, the puff poetic, the puff anecdotal, the puff controversial, all tending to blow the fame of the Klosking in every eye, and ring it in every ear. "You take my advice,"
said he, "and devote this money, every penny of it, to Publicity. Don"t you touch a single shiner for anything that does not return a hundred per cent. Publicity does, when the article is prime."
"You forget," said she, "this money does not all belong to me. Another can claim half; the gentleman with whom we are in partnership."
Ashmead looked literally blue. "Nonsense!" said he, roughly. "He can only claim his fifty pounds."
"Nay, my friend. I took two equal sums: one was his, one mine."
"That has nothing to do with it. He told me to bet for him. I didn"t; and I shall take him back his fifty pounds and say so. I know where to find him."
"Where?"
"That is my business. Don"t you go mad now, and break my heart."
"Well, my friend, we will talk of it tomorrow morning. It certainly is not very clear; and perhaps, after I have prayed and slept, I may see more plainly what is right."
Ashmead observed she was pale, and asked her, with concern, if she was ill.
"No, not ill," said she, "but worn out. My friend, I knew not at the time how great was my excitement; but now I am conscious that this afternoon I have lived a week. My very knees give way under me."
Upon this admission, Ashmead hurried her to bed.
She slept soundly for some hours; but, having once awakened, she fell into a half-sleepless state, and was full of dreams and fancies. These preyed on her so, that she rose and dispatched a servant to Ashmead, with a line in pencil begging him to take an early breakfast with her, at nine o"clock.
As soon as ever he came she began upon the topic of last night. She had thought it over, and said, frankly, she was not without hopes the gentleman, if he was really a gentleman, might be contented with something less than half. But she really did not see how she could refuse him some share of her winnings, should he demand it. "Think of it," said she. "The poor man loses--four hundred pounds, I think you said. Then he says, "Bet you for me," and goes away, trusting to your honor. His luck changes in my hands. Is he to lose all when he loses, and win nothing when he wins, merely because I am so fortunate as to win much? However, we shall hear what _he_ says. You gave him your address."
"I said I was at "The Golden Star,"" growled Ashmead, in a tone that plainly showed he was vexed with himself for being so communicative.
"Then he will pay us a visit as soon as he hears: so I need give myself no further trouble."
"Why should you? Wait till he comes," said crafty Ashmead.
Ina Klosking colored. She felt her friend was tempting her, and felt she was not quite beyond the power of temptation.
"What was he like?" said she, to turn the conversation.
"The handsomest young fellow I ever saw."
"Young, of course?"
"Yes, quite a boy. At least, he looked a boy. To be sure, his talk was not like a boy"s; very precocious, I should say."
"What a pity, to begin gambling so young!"
"Oh, he is all right. If he loses every farthing of his own, he will marry money. Any woman would have him. You never saw such a curled darling."