She uttered it so joylessly that d.u.c.h.ess Susan added, with intense affectionateness, "You"re not obliged to marry him, dear Chloe."
"Nor he me, madam."
The d.u.c.h.ess caught at her impulsively to kiss her, and said she would undress herself, as she wished to be alone.
From that night she was a creature inflamed.
CHAPTER VII
The total disappearance of the pair of heroes who had been the latest in the conspiracy to vex his delicate charge, gave Mr. Beamish a high opinion of Caseldy as an a.s.sistant in such an office as he held. They had gone, and nothing more was heard of them. Caseldy confined his observations on the subject to the remark that he had employed the best means to be rid of that kind of worthies; and whether their souls had fled, or only their bodies, was unknown. But the d.u.c.h.ess had quiet promenades with Caseldy to guard her, while Mr. Beamish counted the remaining days of her visit with the impatience of a man having cause to cast eye on a clock. For d.u.c.h.ess Susan was not very manageable now; she had fits of insurgency, and plainly said that her time was short, and she meant to do as she liked, go where she liked, play when she liked, and be an independent woman--if she was so soon to be taken away and boxed in a castle that was only a bigger sedan.
Caseldy protested he was as helpless as the beau. He described the annoyance of his incessant running about at her heels in all directions amusingly, and suggested that she must be beating the district to recover her "strange cavalier," of whom, or of one that had ridden beside her carriage half a day on her journey to the Wells, he said she had dropped a sort of hint. He complained of the impossibility of his getting an hour in privacy with his Chloe.
"And I, accustomed to consult with her, see too little of her," said Mr.
Beamish. "I shall presently be seeing nothing, and already I am sensible of my loss."
He represented his case to d.u.c.h.ess Susan:--that she was for ever driving out long distances and taking Chloe from him, when his occupation precluded his accompanying them; and as Chloe soon was to be lost to him for good, he deeply felt her absence.
The d.u.c.h.ess flung him enigmatical rejoinders: "You can change all that, Mr. Beamish, if you like, and you know you can. Oh, yes, you can. But you like being a b.u.t.terfly, and when you"ve made ladies pale you"re happy: and there they"re to stick and wither for you. Never!--I"ve that pride. I may be worried, but I"ll never sink to green and melancholy for a man."
She bridled at herself in a mirror, wherein not a sign of paleness was reflected.
Mr. Beamish meditated, and he thought it prudent to speak to Caseldy manfully of her childish suspicions, lest she should perchance in like manner perturb the lover"s mind.
"Oh, make your mind easy, my dear sir, as far as I am concerned," said Caseldy. "But, to tell you the truth, I think I can interpret her creamy ladyship"s innuendos a little differently and quite as clearly. For my part, I prefer the pale to the blowsy, and I stake my right hand on Chloe"s fidelity. Whatever harm I may have the senseless cruelty--misfortune, I may rather call it--to do that heavenly-minded woman in our days to come, none shall say of me that I was ever for an instant guilty of the baseness of doubting her purity and constancy.
And, sir, I will add that I could perfectly rely also on your honour."
Mr. Beamish bowed. "You do but do me justice. But, say, what interpretation?"
"She began by fearing you," said Caseldy, creating a stare that was followed by a frown. "She fancies you neglect her. Perhaps she has a woman"s suspicion that you do it to try her."
Mr. Beamish frenetically cited his many occupations. "How can I be ever dancing attendance on her?" Then he said, "Pooh," and tenderly fingered the ruffles of his wrist. "Tush, tush," said he, "no, no: though if it came to a struggle between us, I might in the interests of my old friend, her lord, whom I have reasons for esteeming, interpose an influence that would make the exercise of my authority agreeable.
Hitherto I have seen no actual need of it, and I watch keenly. Her eye has been on Colonel Poltermore once or twice his on her. The woman is a rose in June, sir, and I forgive the whole world for looking--and for longing too. But I have observed nothing serious."
"He is of our party to the beacon-head to-morrow," said Caseldy. "She insisted that she would have him; and at least it will grant me furlough for an hour."
"Do me the service to report to me," said Mr. Beamish.
In this fashion he engaged Caseldy to supply him with inventions, and prepared himself to swallow them. It was Poltermore and Poltermore, the Colonel here, the Colonel there until the chase grew so hot that Mr.
Beamish could no longer listen to young Mr. Camwell"s fatiguing drone upon his one theme of the double-dealing of Chloe"s betrothed. He became of her way of thinking, and treated the young gentleman almost as coldly as she. In time he was ready to guess of his own acuteness that the "strange cavalier" could have been no other than Colonel Poltermore.
When Caseldy hinted it, Mr. Beamish said, "I have marked him." He added, in highly self-satisfied style, "With all your foreign training, my friend, you will learn that we English are not so far behind you in the art of unravelling an intrigue in the dark." To which Caseldy replied, that the Continental world had little to teach Mr. Beamish.
Poor Colonel Poltermore, as he came to be called, was clearly a victim of the sudden affability of d.u.c.h.ess Susan. The transformation of a stiff military officer into a nimble Puck, a runner of errands and a sprightly attendant, could not pa.s.s without notice. The first effect of her discriminating condescension on this unfortunate gentleman was to make him the champion of her claims to breeding. She had it by nature, she was Nature"s great lady, he would protest to the n.o.ble dames of the circle he moved in; and they admitted that she was different in every way from a bourgeoise elevated by marriage to lofty rank: she was not vulgar. But they remained doubtful of the perfect simplicity of a young woman who worked such changes in men as to render one of the famous conquerors of the day her agitated humble servant. By rapid degrees the Colonel had fallen to that. When not by her side, he was ever marching with sharp strides, hurrying through rooms and down alleys and groves until he had discovered and attached himself to her skirts. And, curiously, the object of his jealousy was the devoted Alonzo! Mr.
Beamish laughed when he heard of it. The lady"s excitement and giddy mien, however, accused Poltermore of a stage of success requiring to be combated immediately. There was mention of d.u.c.h.ess Susan"s mighty wish to pay a visit to the popular fortune-teller of the hut on the heath, and Mr. Beamish put his veto on the expedition. She had obeyed him by abstaining from play of late, so he fully expected, that his interdict would be obeyed; and besides the fortune-teller was a rogue of a sham astrologer known to have foretold to certain tender ladies things they were only too desirous to imagine predestined by an extraordinary indication of the course of planets through the zodiac, thus causing them to sin by the example of celestial conjunctions--a piece of wanton impiety. The beau took high ground in his objections to the adventure.
Nevertheless, d.u.c.h.ess Susan did go. She drove to the heath at an early hour of the morning, attended by Chloe, Colonel Poltermore, and Caseldy.
They subsequently breakfasted at an inn where gipsy repasts were occasionally served to the fashion, and they were back at the wells as soon as the world was abroad. Their surprise then was prodigious when Mr. Beamish, accosting them full in a.s.sembly, inquired whether they were satisfied with the report of their fortunes, and yet more when he positively proved himself acquainted with the fortunes which had been recounted to each of them in privacy.
"You, Colonel Poltermore, are to be in luck"s way up to the tenth milestone,--where your chariot will overset and you will be lamed for life."
"Not quite so bad," said the Colonel cheerfully, he having been informed of much better.
"And you, Count Caseldy, are to have it all your own way with good luck, after committing a deed of slaughter, with the solitary penalty of undergoing a visit every night from the corpse."
"Ghost," Caseldy smilingly corrected him.
"And Chloe would not have her fortune told, because she knew it!" Mr.
Beamish cast a paternal glance at her. "And you, madam," he bent his brows on the d.u.c.h.ess, "received the communication that "All for Love"
will sink you as it raised you, put you down as it took you up, furnish the feast to the raven gentleman which belongs of right to the golden eagle?"
"Nothing of the sort! And I don"t believe in any of their stories,"
cried the d.u.c.h.ess, with a burning face.
"You deny it, madam?"
"I do. There was never a word of a raven or an eagle, that I"ll swear, now."
"You deny that there was ever a word of "All for Love"? Speak, madam."
"Their conjuror"s rigmarole!" she murmured, huffing. "As if I listened to their nonsense!"
"Does the d.u.c.h.ess of Dewlap dare to give me the lie?" said Mr. Beamish.
"That"s not my t.i.tle, and you know it," she retorted.
"What"s this?" the angry beau sang out. "What stuff is this you wear?"
He towered and laid hand on a border of lace of her morning dress, tore it furiously and swung a length of it round him: and while the d.u.c.h.ess panted and trembled at an outrage that won for her the sympathy of every lady present as well as the championship of the gentlemen, he tossed the lace to the floor and trampled on it, making his big voice intelligible over the uproar: "Hear what she does! "Tis a felony! She wears the stuff with Betty Worcester"s yellow starch on it for mock antique! And let who else wears it strip it off before the town shall say we are disgraced--when I tell you that Betty Worcester was hanged at Tyburn yesterday morning for murder!"
There were shrieks.
Hardly had he finished speaking before the a.s.sembly began to melt; he stood in the centre like a pole unwinding streamers, amid a confusion of hurrying dresses, the sound and whirl and drift whereof was as that of the autumnal strewn leaves on a wind rising in November. The troops of ladies were off to bereave themselves of their fashionable imitation old lace adornment, which denounced them in some sort abettors and a.s.sociates of the sanguinary loathed wretch, Mrs. Elizabeth Worcester, their benefactress of the previous day, now hanged and dangling on the gallows-tree.
Those ladies who wore not imitation lace or any lace in the morning, were scarcely displeased with the beau for his exposure of them that did. The gentlemen were confounded by his exhibition of audacious power.
The two gentlemen nighest upon violently resenting his brutality to d.u.c.h.ess Susan, led her from the room in company with Chloe.
"The woman shall fear me to good purpose," Mr. Beamish said to himself.
CHAPTER VIII
Mr. Camwell was in the ante-room as Chloe pa.s.sed out behind the two incensed supporters of d.u.c.h.ess Susan.
"I shall be by the fir-trees on the Mount at eight this evening," she said.