She did not show what she felt when he strolled up to her to say good-bye, but through her glove she felt that his hand was stone cold, and as he said the half-dozen conventional words that were necessary she was sure that he smiled strangely, even mysteriously, as if such phrases as "I hope to see you again before long," and "such a heavenly afternoon," would cloak the deadly purposes of a diabolical design.
Margaret was alone with Mrs. Rushmore for a few minutes before dinner.
"Well?"
Mrs. Rushmore uttered the single word in an ejaculatory and interrogative tone, as only a certain number of old-fashioned Americans can. Spoken in that peculiar way it can mean a good deal, for it can convey suspicion, or approval or disapproval and any degree of acquaintance with the circ.u.mstances concerned, from almost total ignorance to the knowledge of everything except the result of the latest development.
On the present occasion Mrs. Rushmore meant that she had watched Margaret and Logotheti and had guessed approximately what had pa.s.sed--that she thought the matter decidedly interesting, and wished to know all about it.
But Margaret was not anxious to understand, if indeed her English ear detected all the hidden meaning of the monosyllable.
"There were a good many people, weren"t there?" she observed with a sort of query, meant to lead the conversation in that direction.
Mrs. Rushmore would not be thrown off the scent.
"My dear," she said severely, "he proposed to you on that bench. Don"t deny it."
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Margaret, taken by surprise.
"Don"t deny it," repeated Mrs. Rushmore.
"I had only met him once before to-day," said Margaret.
"It"s all the same," retorted Mrs. Rushmore with an approach to asperity. "He proposed to you. Don"t deny it. I say, don"t deny it."
"I haven"t denied it," answered Margaret. "I only hoped that you had not noticed anything. He must be perfectly mad. Why in the world should he want to marry me?"
"All Greeks," said Mrs. Rushmore, "are very designing."
Margaret smiled at the expression.
"I should have said that Monsieur Logotheti was hasty," she answered.
"My dear," said Mrs. Rushmore with conviction, "this man is an adventurer. You may say what you like, he is an adventurer. I am sure that ruby he wears is worth at least twenty thousand dollars. You may say what you like; I am sure of it."
"But I don"t say anything," Margaret protested. "I daresay it is."
"I know it is," retorted Mrs. Rushmore with cold emphasis. "What business has a man to wear such jewellery? He"s an adventurer, and nothing else."
"He"s one of the richest men in Paris for all that," observed Margaret.
"There!" exclaimed Mrs. Rushmore. "Now you"re defending him! I told you so!"
"I don"t quite see----"
"Of course not. You"re much too young to understand such things. The wretch has designs on you. I don"t care what you say, my dear, he has designs."
In Mrs. Rushmore"s estimation she could say nothing worse of any human being than that.
"What sort of "designs"?" inquired Margaret, somewhat amused.
"In the first place, he wants to marry you. You admit that he does.
My dear Margaret, it"s bad enough that you should talk in your cold-blooded way of going on the stage, but that you should ever marry a Greek! Good heavens, child! What do you think I am made of? And then you ask me what designs the man has. It"s not to be believed!"
"I must be very dull," said Margaret in a patient tone, "but I don"t understand."
"I do," retorted Mrs. Rushmore with severity, "and that"s enough!
Wasn"t I your dear mother"s best friend? Haven"t I been a good friend to you?"
"Indeed you have!" cried Margaret very gratefully.
"Well then," explained Mrs. Rushmore, "I don"t see that there is anything more to be said. It follows that the man is either an agent of that wicked old Alvah Moon----"
"Why?" asked Margaret, opening her eyes.
"Or else," continued Mrs. Rushmore with crushing logic, "he means to live on you when you"ve made your fortune by singing. It must be one or the other, and if it isn"t the one, it"s certainly the other. Certainly it is! You may say what you like. So that"s settled, and I"ve warned you. You can"t afford to despise your old friend"s warning, Margaret--indeed you can"t."
"But I"ve no idea of marrying the man," said Margaret helplessly.
"Of course not! But I should like to say, my child, that whatever you do, I won"t leave you to your fate. You may be sure of that. If nothing else would serve I"d go on the stage myself! I owe it to your mother."
Margaret wondered in what capacity Mrs. Rushmore would exhibit herself to the astounded public if she carried out her threat.
CHAPTER VIII
If Mrs. Rushmore"s logic was faulty and the language of her argument vague, her instinct was keen enough and had not altogether misled her.
Logotheti was neither a secret agent of the wicked Alvah Moon who had robbed Margaret of her fortune, nor had he the remotest idea of making Margaret support him in luxurious idleness in case she made a success.
But if, when a young and not over-scrupulous Oriental has been refused by an English girl, he does not abandon the idea of marrying her, but calmly considers the possibilities of making her marry him against her will, he may be described as having "designs" upon her, then Logotheti was undeniably a very "designing" person, and Mrs. Rushmore was not nearly so far wrong as Margaret thought her. Whether it was at all likely that he might succeed, was another matter, but he possessed both the qualities and the weapons which sometimes ensure success in the most unpromising undertakings.
He was tenacious, astute and cool, he was very rich, he was very much in love and he had no scruples worth mentioning; moreover, if he failed, he belonged to a country from which it is extremely hard to obtain the extradition of persons who have elsewhere taken the name of the law in vain. It is with a feeling of national pride and security that the true-born Greek takes sanctuary beneath the shadow of the Acropolis.
He had played his first card boldly, but not recklessly, to find out how matters stood. He had been the target of too many matrimonial aims not to know that even such a girl as Margaret Donne might be suddenly dazzled and tempted by the offer of his hand and fortune, and might throw over the possibilities of a stage career for the certainties of an enormously rich marriage. But he had not counted on that at all, and had really set Margaret much higher in his estimation than to suppose that she would marry him out of hand for his money; he had reckoned only on finding out whether he had a rival, and in this he had succeeded, to an extent which he had not antic.i.p.ated, and the result was not very promising. There had been no possibility of mistaking Margaret"s tone and manner when she had confessed that there was "some one else."
On reflection he had to admit that Margaret had not been dazzled by his offer, though she had seemed surprised. She had either been accustomed to the idea of unlimited money, because Mrs. Rushmore was rich, or else she did not know its value. It came to the same thing in the end.
Orientals very generally act on the perfectly simple theory that nine people out of ten are to be imposed upon by the mere display of what money can buy, and that if you show them the real thing they will be tempted by it. It is not pleasant to think how often they are right; and though Logotheti had made no impression on Margaret with his magnificent ruby and his casual offer of a yacht as a present, he did not reproach himself with having made a mistake. He had simply tried what he considered the usual method of influencing a woman, and as it had failed he had eliminated it from the a.r.s.enal of his weapons. That was all. He had found out at once that it was of no use, and as he hated to waste time he was not dissatisfied with the result of his day"s work.
Like most men who have lived much in Paris he cared nothing at all for the ordinary round of dissipated amus.e.m.e.nt which carries foreigners and even young Frenchmen off their feet like a cyclone, depositing them afterwards in strange places and in a damaged condition. It was long since he had dined "in joyous company," frequented the lobby of the ballet or found himself at dawn among the survivors of an indiscriminate orgy. Men who know Paris well may not have improved upon their original selves as to moral character, but they have almost always acquired the priceless art of refined enjoyment; and this is even more true now than in the noisy days of the Second Empire. In Paris senseless dissipation is mostly the pursuit of the young, who know no better, or of much older men who have never risen above the animal state, and who sink with age into half-idiotic b.e.s.t.i.a.lity.
Logotheti had never been counted amongst the former, and was in no danger of ending his days in the ranks of the latter. He was much too fond of real enjoyment to be dissipated. Most Orientals are.
He spent the evening alone in an inner room to which no mere acquaintance and very few of his friends had ever been admitted. His rule was that when he was there he was not to be disturbed on any account.
"But if the house should take fire?" a new man-servant inquired on receiving these instructions.
"The fire-engines will put it out," Logotheti answered. "It is none of my business. I will not be disturbed."