"Yes; of course, I"ve heard of his great doings--who hasn"t! Did you ever hear him speak of me--we were great friends one time?"
"No, I don"t think I have," replied Stafford. "But as I was telling Miss Falconer, I have not seen very much of him." "Ah, yes, just so,"
a.s.sented Mr. Falconer, and he went on with his dinner.
Stafford had taken a seat at the table and poured out a gla.s.s of wine so that they might not hurry; but he felt that he need not have been anxious on that account, for the girl ate her dinner in a most leisurely manner, talking to him in her soft, slow voice and looking at him from under her half-closed lids. She talked of the scenery, of the quaint inns and hotels they had put up at, of the various inconveniences which she had suffered on the way; then suddenly she raised her lids and looked at him fully and steadily.
"I suppose the young lady we saw with you this morning is your sister?"
With all his natural simplicity, Stafford was a man of the world, and he did not redden or look embarra.s.sed by the suddenness of the question and the direct gaze of the luminous eyes.
"No," he said. "I have neither sister nor brother--only my father. She was a friend."
"Oh," she said; then after a pause: "She was very pretty."
Stafford nodded. Like a flash floated before him the exquisite loveliness of Ida Heron.
"Do you think so?" he said, with affected indifference.
"Why, yes; don"t you?" she retorted.
"Oh, yes," he a.s.sented; "but I didn"t know whether you would; men and women so very seldom agree upon the question of looks. I find that most of the women I think pretty are considered next door to plain by my lady-friends."
"Well, there can"t be any doubt as to your friend"s good looks," she said. "She made rather a striking, not to say startling figure perched sideways on that horse, in the pelting rain. I suppose she is one of your neighbours?"
"Yes," replied Stafford, as easily and casually as he could, for the face still floated before him--"yes; but not a very near one. Let me give you some more wine."
"No, thanks. Father, haven"t you nearly finished? Mr. Orme has kept us company so nicely that we"ve been tempted to forget that we are keeping him from his guests."
She rose, and with a peculiarly sinuous movement threw out the train of her dress, and swept languidly to the door Stafford offered her his arm and they entered the drawing-room.
Her appearance naturally caused a little sensation, for some of the men had learnt and told of the story of Stafford"s plucky arrest of the bolting horses, and the people were curious to see the father and daughter who had been rescued, and who had proved to be friends of Sir Stephen.
By a sort of tacit understanding, Lady Clausford, who was a good-natured individual, was playing the part of hostess and general chaperon, and Stafford led Miss Falconer up to her.
Before a quarter of an hour had pa.s.sed Miss Falconer seemed to be quite at home in her novel surroundings; and leaning back in her chair, and slowly fanning herself, received with perfect self-possession the attentions which her beauty, her costly dress, and her still more costly jewels merited. Presently Stafford heard Lady Clansford ask her to sing; and he went to conduct her to the piano.
"My music is upstairs in my box--but it does not matter: I will try and remember something," she said. "I wonder what you like?" She raised her eyes to his, as her fingers touched the keys. "The simple ballad would be rather out of place, wouldn"t it? Do you know this thing of Wagner"s?"
As she began to sing the talking died down and gradually ceased; and every eye was fixed upon her; for it was evident that she not only had an exquisite voice, but knew how to use it. She sang like an artist, and apparently without the least effort, the liquid notes flowing from her red lips like the water of a mountain rill.
Stafford was surprised, almost startled, but as he stood beside her, he was thinking, strangely enough, not so much of the singer as of the girl he was going to meet on the morrow. When she had finished, there was a general murmur of applause, and Lady Clansford glided to the piano and asked her to sing again.
"You have a really wonderful voice, Miss Falconer. I don"t think Melba ever sang that better."
"Melba"s register is ever so much greater than mine," remarked Miss Falconer, calmly. "No, thanks; I won"t sing again. I think I am a little tired."
She went back to her seat slowly, her fan moving languidly, as if she were too conscious of the worth of her voice to be affected by the murmurs of applause and admiration; and Stafford, as his eyes followed her, thought she resembled a superb tropical flower of rich and subtle colouring and soft and languorous grace.
None of the women would venture to sing after this exhibition, and one of the young men went to the piano and dashed off a semi-comic song which believed the tension produced by Miss Falconer"s magnificent voice and style. Then the woman began to glance at the clock and rise and stand about preparatory to going to bed, and presently they went off, lingering, talking, and laughing, in the hall and in the corridors.
The men drifted into the billiard and smoking-room, and Sir Stephen started a pool. He had been at his very best in the drawing-room, moving about amongst the brilliant crowd, with a word for each and all, and pleased smile on his handsome face, and a happy, genial brightness in his voice. Once or twice Sir Stephen approached Mr. Falconer, who leant against the wall looking on with the alert, watchful eyes half screened behind his lids, which, like his daughter"s had a trick of drooping, though with a very different expression.
"Your daughter has a magnificent voice, Falconer," Sir Stephen had said in a congratulatory voice; and Falconer had nodded.
"Yes. She"s been well taught, I believe," he had responded, laconically; and Sir Stephen had nodded emphatically, and moved away.
"Will you play, Falconer?" he asked, as Stafford gave out the b.a.l.l.s.
"You used to play a good game."
Falconer shrugged his shoulders.
"Haven"t played for years: rather look on," he said.
"Let me give you a cigar. Try these; they are all right, Stafford says."
Falconer seated himself in one of the lounges and looked at the players and round the handsome room in contemplative silence. Sir Stephen"s eye wandered covertly towards him now and again, and once he said to Stafford:
"See if Mr. Falconer has some whiskey, my boy?"
As Stafford went up to Mr. Falconer"s corner he saw that Mr.
Griffinberg and Baron Wirsch had joined him. The three men were talking in the low confidential tone characteristic of city men when they are discussing the sacred subject of money, and Stafford caught the words--"Sir Stephen"--"South African Railway."
Mr. Falconer looked round sharply as Stafford stood at his elbow.
"Eh? Whiskey? Oh, yes, thanks, I have some," he said.
As Stafford returned to the billiard-room, Falconer nodded after him.
"Is the son in this?" he asked, sharply.
"Oh, no," replied the baron, with a smile. "He knows nothing; he ees too young, too--vat do you say?--too vashionable, frivolous. No, Sir Stephen doesn"t bring him in at all. You understand? He is ze ornamental, shleeping" pardner, eh?" And he chuckled.
Falconer nodded, and leaning forward, continued the conversation in a low voice. The men went off to bed one by one, and presently only Sir Stephen, Stafford and Falconer remained; and as the latter rose as if to retire, Sir Stephen laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Don"t go yet! I should like to have a little chat with you--about old times."
Falconer sank into his seat again and took a fresh cigar, and Stafford left them.
CHAPTER XI.
Sir Stephen closed the door after him, then went back to the smoking-room and stood looking down at Falconer, who leant back in his chair with his cigar in his mouth and eyed Sir Stephen under half-closed lids with an expression which had something of mastery and power in it.
Sir Stephen bit at the end of his moustache, his thick black brows lowered, as if he scarcely knew how to begin the "chat," and Falconer waited without any offer of a.s.sistance. At last Sir Stephen said:
"You asked me outside just now, Falconer, if it was to be "friend or foe?" I"m thinking the question ought to have come from me."