Jake made a brief sound that might have indicated contempt and opened the door. He went out with finality, and Saltash listened to the tread of his retreating feet with a grin of sheer cynical triumph.
"So," he said lightly, "the villain scores at last!"
But as he turned towards the other room, the cynicism pa.s.sed from his face. He stood for a moment or two motionless at the door; then broke into a careless whistle and opened it.
CHAPTER III
A WIFE IS DIFFERENT
"Has he gone?" said Toby eagerly. She came into the room with a swift glance around. "What did he say? What did he do? Was he angry?"
"I really don"t know," Saltash said, supremely unconcerned. "He went.
That"s the main thing."
Toby looked at him critically. "You were so quiet, both of you. Was there a row?"
"Were you listening?" said Saltash.
She coloured, and smiled disarmingly. "Part of the time--no, all the time. But I didn"t hear anything--at least not much. Nothing that mattered. Are you angry?"
He frowned upon her, but his eyes rea.s.sured. "I told you to smoke a cigarette."
"I"m sorry," said Toby meekly. "Shall I smoke one now?"
He pinched her ear. "No. We"ll go out. You"ve got to shop. First though, I"ve got something for you. I"m not sure you deserve it, but that"s a detail. Few of us ever do get our deserts in this naughty world."
"What is it?" said Toby.
Her bright eyes questioned him. She looked more than ever like an eager boy. He pulled a leather case out of his pocket and held it out to her.
"Oh, what is it?" she said, and coloured more deeply. "You haven"t--haven"t--been buying me things?"
"Open it!" said Saltash, with regal peremptoriness.
But still she hesitated, till he suddenly laid his hands on hers and compelled her. She saw a single string of pearls on a bed of blue velvet.
Her eyes came up to his in quick distress.
"Oh, I ought not to take them!" she said.
"And why not?" said Saltash.
She bit her lip, almost as if she would burst into tears. "Monseigneur--"
"Call me Charles!" he commanded.
His hands still held hers. She dropped her eyes to them, and suddenly, very suddenly, she bent her head and kissed them.
He started slightly, and in a moment he set her free, leaving the case in her hold. "_Eh bien!_" he said lightly. "That is understood. You like my pearls, _cherie_?"
"I love--anything--that comes from you," she made low reply. "But these--but these--I ought not to take these."
"But why not?" he questioned. "May I not make you a present? Are you not--my wife?"
"Yes." More faintly came Toby"s answer. "But--but--but--a wife is different. A wife--does not need--presents."
"_Mais vraiment!_" protested Saltash. "So a wife is different!
How--different, _mignonne_?"
He tried to look into the downcast eyes, but she would not raise them.
She was trembling a little. "Such things as these," she said, under her breath, "are what a man would give to--to--to the woman he loves."
"And so you think they are unsuitable for--my wife?" questioned Saltash, with a whimsical look on his dark face.
She did not answer him, only mutely held out the case, still without looking at him.
He stood for a second or two, watching her, an odd flame coming and going in his eyes; then abruptly he moved, picked up the pearls from their case, straightened them dexterously, and clasped them about her neck.
She lifted her face then, quivering and irresolute, to his. "And I can give you--nothing," she said.
He took her lightly by the shoulders, as one who caresses a child. "_Ma cherie_, you have given me already much more than you realize. But we will not go into that now. We will go to the shops. Afterwards, we will go out to Fontainebleau and picnic in the forest. You will like that?"
"Oh, so much!" she said, with enthusiasm.
Yet there was a puzzled look of pain in her eyes as she turned away, and though she wore his pearls, she made no further reference to them.
They went forth into the streets of Paris and Toby shopped. At first she was shy, halting here and hesitating there, till Saltash, looking on, careless and debonair, made it abundantly evident that whatever she desired she was to have, and then like a child on a holiday she flung aside all indecision and became eager and animated. So absorbed was she that she took no note of the pa.s.sage of time and was horrified when at length he called her attention to the fact that it was close upon the luncheon-hour.
"And you must be so tired of it all!" she said, with compunction.
"Not in the least," he a.s.sured her airily between puffs of his cigarette.
"It has been--a new experience for me."
Her eyes challenged him for a moment, and he laughed.
"_Mais oui, madame!_ I protest--a new experience. I feel I am doing my duty."
"And it doesn"t bore you?" questioned Toby, with a tilt of the chin.
His look kindled a little. "If we were on board the old _Night Moth_, you"d have had a cuff for that," he remarked.
"I wish we were!" she said daringly.
He flicked his fingers. "You"re very young, Nonette."
She shook her head with vehemence. "I"m not! I"m not! I"m only pretending. Can"t you see?"