The picture"s beauty was the beauty of life, for the features were not technically faultless. The lips glowed with burning breath, the twining hair was alive and elastic, the after-light of a profound and secret pleasure lingered in the liquid eyes, blending with the shadow of pain just past but pa.s.sionately desired again.
Margaret gazed at the painting a few seconds, for it fascinated her against her will. Then she laid down the small looking-gla.s.s and turned away rather abruptly.
"I don"t like to look at it," she said, avoiding Logotheti"s eyes. "I think it must be time to be going," she added. "Mrs. Rushmore will be wondering where I am."
She went back across the room a little way with Logotheti by her side.
Suddenly he stopped and laughed softly.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed under his breath, pointing to the arm-chair in which Madame De Rosa was sitting. "She"s fast asleep!"
She was sleeping as peacefully as a cat after a meal, half curled up in the big chair, her head turned to one side and her cheek buried in a cushion of Rhodes tapestry. Margaret stood and looked at her with curiosity and some amus.e.m.e.nt.
"She"s not generally a very sleepy person," said the young girl.
"The emotions of your first rehearsal have tired her out," said Logotheti. "They don"t seem to have affected you at all," he added.
"Shall we wake her?"
Margaret hesitated, and then bent down and touched the sleeping woman"s arm gently, and called her by name in a low tone; but without the slightest result.
"She must be very tired," Margaret said in a tone of sympathy. "After all, it"s not so very late. We had better let her sleep a few minutes longer, poor thing."
Logotheti bent his head gravely.
"We"ll make up the time with the motor in going to Versailles," he said.
By unspoken consent, they moved away and sat down at some distance from Madame De Rosa"s chair, at the end of the room opposite to the picture.
Logotheti did not speak at once, but sat leaning forward, his wrists resting on his knees, his hands hanging down limply, his eyes bent on the carpet. As she sat, Margaret could see the top of his head; there was a sort of fascination about his preternaturally glossy black hair, and the faultless parting made it look like the wig on a barber"s doll.
She thought of Lushington and idly wondered whether she was always to be admired by men with phenomenally smooth hair.
"What are you thinking of?" Logotheti asked, looking up suddenly and smiling as he met her eyes.
She laughed low.
"I was wondering how you kept your hair so smooth!" she answered.
"I should look like a savage if I did not," he said. "My only chance of seeming civilised is to overdo the outward fashions of civilisation. If I wore rough clothes like an Englishman, and did not smooth my hair and let my man do all sorts of things to my moustache to keep it flat, I should look like a pirate. And if I looked like a Greek pirate you would have hesitated about coming to lunch with me to-day. Do you see?
There is a method in my bad taste."
Margaret looked at him a moment and then laughed again.
"So that"s it, is it? How ingenious! Do you know that I have wondered at the way you dress, ever since I met you?"
"I"m flattered. But think a moment. I daresay you wonder why I wear a lot of jewellery, too. Of course it"s in bad taste. I quite agree with you. But the world is often nearer to first principles than you realise. A man who wears a ruby in his tie worth ten thousand pounds is not suspected of wanting to get other people"s money as soon as he makes acquaintance. On the contrary, they are much more likely to try to get his, and are rather inclined to think him a fool for showing that he has so much. It is always an advantage to be thought a fool when one is not. If one is clever it is much better to have it believed that one is merely lucky. In business everybody likes lucky people, but every one avoids a clever man. It is one of the elements of success to remember that!"
"You won"t easily persuade any one that you are a foolish person," said Margaret.
"It would be much harder if I did not take pains," he answered gravely.
"Now you know my secret, but don"t betray me."
"Not for worlds!"
They both laughed a little, and their eyes met.
"But just now, I"m in a very awkward position about that," Logotheti continued. I cannot afford to sacrifice my reputation as a lucky fool, and yet I want you to think me a marvel of cleverness, good taste and perfection in every way."
"Is that all?" asked Margaret, more and more amused.
"Almost all. You see I know perfectly well that I cannot surprise you into falling in love with me---- Yes, she"s sound asleep! The ideal chaperon, isn"t she?"
"I don"t know," Margaret answered lightly, and she glanced at Madame De Rosa, as if she thought of waking her.
"Excuse me, you do; for if I were "some one else" you would be delighted that she should be asleep. But that"s not the question. As I cannot surprise you into--there"s no harm in saying it!--into loving me, I"m driven to use what they call the "arts of persuasion"! But in order to persuade, it"s necessary to inspire confidence. Do you understand?"
"Vaguely!"
"Have I succeeded at all?" His voice changed suddenly as he asked the question.
"I don"t know why I should distrust you, I"m sure," Margaret answered gravely. "You are certainly very outspoken," she continued more lightly, as if wishing to keep the conversation from growing serious.
"In fact, I never knew anything like your frankness!"
"I"m in earnest, and I don"t wish to leave the least doubt in your mind. You are the first woman I have ever met whom I wanted to marry, and you are likely to be the last. I"m not a boy and I know the world as you can never know it, even if you insist upon going on the stage.
I"m not amazingly young, for I"m five-and-thirty, and I suppose I have had as large a share of what the world holds as most rich men. That is my position. Until I met you, I thought I had really had everything.
When I knew you I found that I had never had the only thing worth having at all."
He spoke quietly, without the least affectation of feeling, or the smallest apparent attempt to make an impression upon her; but it was impossible not to believe that he was speaking the truth. Margaret was silent, and looked steadily at an imaginary point in the distance.
"So far," he said, in the same tone, "I have always got what I wanted.
I don"t mean to say," he continued quickly, as she made a movement, "that I expected you to accept me when I asked you to marry me, at our second meeting. I was sure you would not. I merely put in a claim--that was all."
Margaret turned a little and rested her elbow on the back of her chair, facing him.
"And I told you there was some one else. Do you understand clearly? I am frank, too. I love another man, and he loves me."
"And you are going to be married, I suppose?" said Logotheti, his lids contracting a very little.
"I hope so. Some day."
"Ah! There is an obstacle. I see. A question of fortune, I daresay?"
"No." Her tone was meant to discourage further questioning, and she moved in her seat and looked away again.
"That man does not love you," Logotheti said. "If he did, nothing could hinder your marriage, since he knows that you are willing."
"There may be a reason you don"t understand," Margaret answered reluctantly.
"A man who loves does not reason. A man who wants a certain woman wants nothing else, any more than a man who is dying of thirst can want anything but drink. He must have it or die, and nothing can keep him from it if he sees it."
There was a shade of more energy in his tone now, though he still spoke quietly enough. Margaret was silent again, possibly because the same thought had crossed her own mind during the last few days, and even an hour ago, when she had met Lushington at the door. Since she was willing to marry him, in spite of his birth, could he be in earnest as long as he hesitated?