Mr. Emerson was one of those reserved men who never choose the initiative in any transaction. He motioned Maurice to take a chair, then seated himself in the att.i.tude of a listener.
"I am placed in a position which renders explanation very difficult,"
commenced the viscount.
Mr. Emerson a.s.sented by a half bow, but did not in any manner a.s.sist the speaker.
"Nothing could have astonished me more than the letter I have just received from you," continued Maurice.
Mr. Emerson lifted his eyebrows a little incredulously, and crossed his legs, but still played the auditor only.
Maurice, galled by his supercilious manner, said, in a tone of irritation of which he repented a moment afterward, "I presume that you had no doubt that my conduct justified your letter?"
"None," replied Mr. Emerson, with quiet severity.
"You were wrong, you did me the greatest injustice," cried Maurice, "and yet unless you can credit this fact upon my bare a.s.sertion I have no means of convincing you."
Mr. Emerson smiled sarcastically.
"You do not seem to me desirous, sir, of learning in what manner this mistake has arisen, even if I could make it clear."
"You are right," returned Mr. Emerson; "I do not see that it is a matter which further concerns me."
"But it concerns my honor"--began Maurice, angrily.
He was checked by another contemptuous smile from Mr. Emerson.
"I see, sir, you are not disposed to allow me to defend myself, or to encourage me to enter into any explanation."
"I have said that the matter no longer concerns me."
"Then I will not occupy your time with a vain attempt to change your opinion of me, but will proceed at once to the request I have to make."
"I shall feel obliged by your doing so," said Mr. Emerson, in a manner which intimated that he wished to close the interview.
"All I ask," proceeded Maurice, "is that you will take no further steps until"--
"I have no further steps to take," interrupted Mr. Emerson, frigidly.
Maurice looked puzzled, but, imagining that Mr. Emerson did not choose to understand him, he added, "I mean, in plain language, that you will not make the affair public, and that you will not inst.i.tute legal proceedings until"--
"The repayment of the money loaned, obviated the necessity for legal proceedings," returned Mr. Emerson, in the same cold manner.
"The _repayment_?" exclaimed Maurice, in amazement; "what _repayment_?
what money?"
"The ten thousand dollars loaned to you by me, _somewhat rashly_, and without examining a security which proved to be valueless."
In spite of Maurice"s astonishment at this unexpected communication, the arrow of this reproach did not miss its mark, but he only said,--
"Am I to understand that these ten thousand dollars have been repaid?"
"They were repaid about an hour ago."
"Repaid? Who could have repaid them? How is it possible?" Maurice uttered these words to himself rather then addressed them to Mr.
Emerson.
But the latter answered briefly, "The Countess de Gramont."
"My grandmother? Impossible! It was not in her power; she knew nothing of the transaction."
Mr. Emerson continued, without noticing this a.s.sertion,--
"A quarter of an hour ago I despatched a clerk to Brown"s hotel, with a receipt for the money."
"My grandmother!" repeated Maurice, musingly, and unable to credit the possibility of her interference.
"You will find the information I have given you correct," said Mr.
Emerson, rising.
The hint was too marked to remain unnoticed by Maurice, in spite of his bewilderment, and he also rose.
"If I had been aware of this fact I should not have trespa.s.sed upon your time, sir; for, it is not difficult to perceive that you have formed an opinion of my character which cannot readily be altered."
"I judge men by their actions rather than by their words and manners: a very homely rule, sir, but one which is not subject to change at my time of life."
The bow which closed this sentence was too pointedly a parting salutation to be mistaken. Maurice returned it, and, without another word, went forth. He hurried to Brown"s hotel in the hope of unravelling the mystery.
Meantime, the Countess de Gramont had been thrown, by the reception of Mr. Emerson"s letter, into a state of excitement almost equal to that of Maurice. Over and over again she read the few lines acknowledging the sum of ten thousand dollars sent by her, and the information that the legal proceedings about to be inst.i.tuted against the Viscount de Gramont would be arrested.
The letter was in English; thus her difficulty in comprehending its contents was increased, and, though she was tolerably conversant with the language, she imagined that she must have misunderstood the words before her.
The countess requested Bertha to read and translate the letter.
"Aunt," cried Bertha, "what is this about ten thousand dollars? You cannot have sent this gentleman ten thousand dollars, and yet he makes you a formal acknowledgment that the money has been received. There must be some error."
"The error itself is an impertinence," returned the lady. "Does this low person imagine that the Countess de Gramont meddles with business matters?--with the sending of money and the receiving of receipts?"
At that moment Maurice entered, and his grandmother, taking the letter from Bertha, and placing it in his hand, accosted him with no little asperity of tone.
"What is the meaning of this?"
He glanced over the letter hurriedly and replied, "It is of you that I should ask that question, my grandmother, and I must also ask how I am to thank you for making me so deeply your debtor, and at a moment when, for the first time in my life, my honor was implicated!"
"Your _honor_ implicated? _Your honor? The honor of a de Gramont?_ What do you mean?"
"Had you not, in some inexplicable manner, become aware of my position, and paid those ten thousand dollars with such liberality and prompt.i.tude, I should have been--I cannot bear the thought! The very remembrance of the position from which I have been extricated cuts me to the soul."
"Are you mad, Maurice?" demanded the countess. "_I_ pay ten thousand dollars for you? What do I know about money?"