[Ill.u.s.tration: ""Clean Mr. Lushington, William," said the good lady."]
"Oh, thank you--no--thanks very much," protested Lushington.
But William, having been told to clean him, proceeded to do so, gently and systematically, beginning at his neck and proceeding thence with bold curving strokes of the brush, as if he were grooming a horse.
Instinctively Lushington turned slowly round on his heels, while he submitted to the operation, and the others looked on. They had ample time to note the singular cut of his clothes.
"He used to be always so well dressed!" said Mrs. Rushmore to Margaret in an audible whisper.
Lushington winced visibly, but as he was not supposed to hear the words he said nothing. William had worked down to the knees of his trousers, which he grasped firmly in one hand while he vigorously brushed the cloth with the other.
"That will do, thank you," said Lushington, trying to draw back one captive leg.
But William was inexorable and there was no escape from his hold. He was an Englishman, and was therefore thorough; he was a servant, and he therefore thoroughly enjoyed the humour of seeing his betters in a pickle.
"And now, my dear," said Mrs. Rushmore to Margaret, "get in and I"ll take you home. You can explain everything on the way. That"s enough, William. Put away your brush."
Margaret had no choice, since fate had intervened.
"I"m very much obliged to you," she said, nodding to Logotheti; "and I hope you"ll be none the worse," she added, smiling at Lushington.
Mrs. Rushmore bent her head with dignified disapproval, first to one and then to the other, and got into the carriage as if she were mounting the steps of a throne. She further manifested her displeasure at the whole affair by looking straight before her at the b.u.t.tons on the back of the coachman"s coat after she had taken her seat. Margaret got in lightly after her and she scarcely glanced at Logotheti as the carriage turned; but her eyes lingered a little with an expression that was almost sad as she met Lushington"s. She was conscious of a reaction of feeling; she was sorry that she had helped to make him suffer, that she had been amused by his damaged condition and by his general discomfiture. He had made her respect him in spite of herself, just when she had thought that she could never respect him again; and suddenly the deep sympathy for him welled up, which she had taken for love, and which was as near to love as anything her heart had yet felt for a man.
She knew, too, that it was really her heart, and nothing else, where he was concerned. She was human, she was young, she was more alive than ordinary women, as great singers generally are, and Logotheti"s ruthless masculine vitality stirred her and drew her to him in a way she did not quite like. His presence disturbed her oddly and she was a little ashamed of liking the sensation, for she knew quite well that such feelings had nothing to do with what she called her real self. She might have hated him and even despised him, but she could never have been indifferent when he was close to her. Sometimes the mere touch of his hand at meeting or parting thrilled her and made her feel as if she were going to blush. But she was never really in sympathy with him as she was with Lushington.
"And now, Margaret," said Mrs. Rushmore after a silence that had lasted a full minute, "I insist on knowing what all this means."
Margaret inwardly admitted that Mrs. Rushmore had some right to insist, but she was a little doubtful herself about the meaning of what had happened. If it meant anything, it meant that she had been flirting rather rashly and had got into a sc.r.a.pe. She wondered what the two men were saying now that they were alone together, and she turned her head to look over the back of the phaeton, but a turn of the road already hid the motor car from view.
Meanwhile Mrs. Rushmore"s face showed that she still insisted, and Margaret had to say something. As she was a truthful person it was not easy to decide what to say, and while she was hesitating Mrs. Rushmore expressed herself again.
"Margaret," said she, "I"m surprised at you. It makes no difference what you say. I"m surprised."
The words were spoken with a slow and melancholy intonation that might have indicated anything but astonishment.
"Yes," Margaret remarked rather desperately, "I don"t wonder. I suppose I"ve been flirting outrageously with them both. But I really could not foresee that one would run over the other and that you would appear just at that moment, could I? I"m helpless. I"ve nothing to say. You must have flirted when you were young. Try to remember what it was like, and make allowance for human weakness!"
She laughed nervously and glanced nervously at her companion, but Mrs.
Rushmore"s face was like iron.
"Mr. Rushmore," said the latter, alluding to her departed husband, "would not have understood such conduct."
Margaret thought this was very probable, judging from the likenesses of the late Ransom Rushmore which she had seen. There was one in particular, an engraving of him when he had been president of some big company, which had always filled her with a vague uneasiness. In her thoughts she called him the "commercial missionary," and was glad for his sake and her own that he was safe in heaven, with no present prospect of getting out.
"I"m sorry," she said, without much contrition. "I mean," she went on, correcting herself, and with more feeling, "I"m sorry I"ve done anything that you don"t like, for you"ve been ever so good to me."
"So have other people," answered the elder woman with an air of mystery and reproof.
"Oh yes! I know! Everybody has been very kind--especially Madame Bonanni."
"Should you be surprised to hear that the individual who bought out Mr.
Moon and made you independent, did it from purely personal motives?"
Margaret turned to her quickly in great surprise.
"What do you mean? I thought it was a company. You said so."
"In business, one man can be a company, if he owns all the stock," said Mrs. Rushmore, sententiously.
"I don"t understand those things," Margaret answered, impatient to know the truth. "Who was it?"
"I hardly think I ought to tell you, my dear. I promised not to. But I will allow you to guess. That"s quite different from telling, and I think you ought to know, because you are under great obligations to him."
"You don"t mean to say----" Margaret stopped, and the blood rose slowly in her face.
"You may ask me if it was one of those two gentlemen we have just left in the road," said Mrs. Rushmore. "But mind, I"m not telling you!"
"Monsieur Logotheti!" Margaret leaned back and bit her lip.
"You"ve made the discovery yourself, Margaret. Remember that I"ve told you nothing. I promised not to, but I thought you ought to know."
"It"s an outrage!" cried Margaret, breaking out. "How did you dare to take money from him for me?"
Mrs. Rushmore seemed really surprised now, though she did not say she was.
"My dear!" she exclaimed, "you would not have had me refuse, would you?
Money is money, you know."
The good lady"s inherited respect for the stuff was discernible in her tone.
"Money!" Margaret repeated the word with profound contempt and a good deal of anger.
"Yes, my dear," retorted Mrs. Rushmore severely. "Yes, money. It is because your father and mother spoke of it in that silly, contemptuous way that they died so poor. And now that you"ve got it, take my advice and don"t turn up your nose at it."
"Do you suppose I"ll keep it, now that I know where it comes from? I"ll give it back to him to-day!"
"No, you won"t," answered Mrs. Rushmore, with the conviction of certainty.
"I tell you I will!" Margaret cried. "I could not sleep to-night if I knew that I had money in my possession that was given me--given me like a gift--by a man who wants to marry me! Ugh! It"s disgusting!"
"Margaret, this is ridiculous. Monsieur Logotheti came to see me and explained the whole matter. He said that he had made a very good bargain and expected to realise a large sum by the transaction. Do you suppose that such a good man of business would think of making any one a present of a hundred thousand pounds? You must be mad! A hundred thousand pounds is a great deal of money, Margaret. Remember that."
"So much the better for him! I shall give it back to him at once!"
Mrs. Rushmore smiled.
"You can"t," she said. "You"ve never even asked me where it is, and while you are out of your mind, I shall certainly not tell you. You seem to forget that when I undertook to bring suit against Alvah Moon you gave me a general power of attorney to manage your affairs. I shall do whatever is best for you."