Beryl had spoken of "a living bronze."
Craven was speaking to her again. She forced herself to reply to him, though she scarcely knew what she was saying. She saw a look of surprise in the eyes which he fixed on her.
"Isn"t it getting very hot?" she said quickly.
"It is rather hot. Shall I ask them to open the window a little? But it is just behind you."
"It doesn"t matter. I have brought my fan."
She picked the fan up and began to use it unsteadily.
"The room is so very crowded to-night," she murmured.
"Yes. No wonder with such cooking. Here is the Zabaione."
The waitress put two large gla.s.ses before them filled with the thick yellow custard, then brought them a plate of biscuits.
Lady Sellingworth laid down the fan and picked up her spoon. She must eat. But she did not know how she was going to force herself to do it.
Although she kept on saying to herself: "It"s impossible!" she could not get rid of the horrible suspicion which had a.s.sailed her. On the contrary, it seemed to grow in her till it was almost a conviction.
She tried to eat tranquilly. She praised the Zabaione. She sipped her Chianti Rosso. But she tasted nothing, and when the musicians struck up another melody she did not know what they were playing.
"Are you tired of it?"
Craven had spoken to her.
"Of what?" she asked, as if almost startled.
"That--Santa Lucia?"
"Oh--is it?"
He looked astonished.
"Oh--yes, I must say I am rather sick of it!" she said quickly.
She laid down her spoon.
"Don"t you like the Zabaione?"
"Yes, it"s delicious. But I have had enough. You ordered such a very good dinner!"
She began to use her fan again. The noise of voices in the room was becoming like the noise of voices in a nightmare. She was longing to confirm or banish her suspicion by a long look at Beryl"s companion.
She felt sure now that if she looked again at Arabian she would be absolutely certain, even from a distance, whether he was or was not the man who had brought about the robbery of her jewels at the Gard du Nord ten years ago. Her mind was fully awake now, and she would be able to see. But, knowing that, she did not dare to look towards Arabian. She was miserable in her uncertainty, but she was afraid of having her horrible suspicion confirmed. She was a coward at that moment, and she knew it.
Craven finished his Zabaione and put down his spoon. They had not ordered another course. The dinner was over. But they had not had their coffee yet, and he asked for it.
"Are you going to smoke a Toscana?" she said, forcing herself to smile.
"Yes, I think I will. Do let me give you a cigarette."
He drew out his case and offered it to her. She took a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke. Their coffee was brought.
"Oh, it"s too hot to drink!" she said, almost irritably.
"But we aren"t in a hurry, are we?" he said, looking at her with surprise.
"No, of course not."
Now she was gazing resolutely down at the tablecloth. She was afraid to raise her eyes, was afraid of what they might see. Her whole mind now was bent upon getting away from the restaurant as soon as possible. She had decided to go without making sure whether Arabian was the man who had robbed her or not. Even uncertainty would surely be better than a certainty that might bring in its train necessities too terrible to contemplate mentally.
As she was looking down she did not see something which just then happened in the room. It was this:
Miss Van Tuyn, who had not said a word to Arabian of her friends who were dining by the window, although she guessed that he had probably noticed Alick Craven when they came in, resolved to take a bold step.
It was useless any longer to play for concealment. Since she came out to dine in public with Arabian, since he had asked her to marry him and she had not refused--though she had not accepted--since she knew very well that she had not the will power to send him out of her life, she resolved to do what she had not done in Glebe Place and introduce him to Craven. She even decided that if it seemed possible that the two men could get on amicably for a few minutes she would go a step farther; she would introduce Arabian to Adela Sellingworth.
Adela should see that she, Beryl, was absolutely indifferent to what Craven did, or did not do. And Craven should be made to understand that she went on her way happily without him, and not with an old man, though he had chosen as his companion an old woman. And, incidentally, she would put Arabian to the test which had been missed in Glebe Place. With this determination in her mind she said to Arabian:
"There are two friends of mine at the table in the corner by the window."
"Yes?" he said.
And he turned his head to look.
As he did so, perhaps influenced by his eyes, or by the fact that the attention of two minds was at that moment concentrated on him, Craven looked towards them.
"I want to introduce you to them if possible," said Miss Van Tuyn.
And she made a gesture to Craven, beckoned to him to come to her. He looked surprised, reluctant. She saw that he flushed slightly. But she persisted in her invitation. She had lost her head in Glebe Place, but now she would retrieve the situation. Vanity, fear, an obscure jealousy, and something else pushed her on. And she beckoned again. She saw Craven lean over and say something to Lady Sellingworth. Then he got up and came down the room towards her, threading his way among the many tables.
Miss Van Tuyn was looking at him just then and not at Arabian.
Craven came up, looking stiff, almost awkward, and markedly more English than usual. At least she thought so.
"How d"you do, Miss Van Tuyn? How are you?"
She gave him her hand with a smile.
"Very well! You see, I"ve not forgotten my old haunts. And I see you haven"t, either. Let me introduce you to my friend, Mr. Arabian. Mr.
Craven--Mr. Arabian."
Arabian got up and bowed.
"Pleased to meet you!" he said in a formal voice.
"Good evening!" said Craven, staring hard at him.
"I mustn"t ask you to sit down," said Miss Van Tuyn. "As you are tied up with Adela. But"--she hesitated for an instant, then continued with hardihood--"can"t you persuade Adela to join us for coffee?"
At this moment Arabian made a movement and opened his lips as if about to say something.