"Oh! the key of my dressing-room. Tell Lady Jane that I have got the key of the Window dressing-room, and mean to keep it," replied the old lady, firmly.
The maid executed a courtesy, and departed; and Lady Alice sank back again upon her pillow, with her eyes and mouth firmly closed, and the countenance of an old lady who is conscious of having done her duty upon one of her s.e.x.
About two minutes later there came a rustle of a dressing-gown and the patter of a swift-slippered tread through the short pa.s.sage from the dressing-room, and, without a knock, Lady Jane, with a brilliant flush on her face, ruffled into the room, and, with her head very high, and flashing eyes, demanded--
"Will you be so good, Lady Alice Redcliffe, as to give me the key of my bed-room?"
To which Lady Alice, without opening her eyes, and with her hands mildly clasped, in the fashion of a mediaeval monument, over her breast, meekly and firmly made answer--
"If you mean the key of the Window dressing-room, Jane, I have already told your maid that I mean to _keep_ it!"
"And I"ll not leave the room till I get it," cried Lady Jane, standing fiercely beside the monument.
"Then you"ll not leave the room to-night, Jane," replied the statuesque sufferer on the bed.
"We shall _see_ that. Once more, will you give me my key or not?"
"The key of my dressing-room door is in my possession, and I mean to keep it," repeated the old lady, with a provoking mildness.
"You shan"t, madam--you"ll do no such thing. You shall give up the key you have stolen. I"ll lose my life but I"ll make you."
"Jane, Jane," said the old lady, "you are sadly changed for the worse since last I saw you."
"And if _you"re_ not, it"s only because there was no room for it. Sadly changed indeed--very true. I don"t suffer you to bully me as you used at Wardlock."
"May Heaven forgive and pardon you!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the old lady, with great severity, rising perpendicularly and raising both her eyes and hands.
"Keep your prayers for yourself, madam, and give me my key," demanded the incensed young lady.
"I"ll do no such thing; I"ll do as I said; and I"ll pray how I please, ma"am," retorted the suppliant, fiercely.
"Your prayers don"t signify twopence. You"ve the temper of a fiend, as all the world knows; and no one can live in the same house with you,"
rejoined Lady Jane.
"That"s a wicked lie: my servants live all their days with me."
"Because they know no one else would take them. But you"ve the temper of a fury. You haven"t a friend left, and everyone hates you."
"Oh! oh! oh!" moaned Lady Alice, sinking back, with her hand pressed to her heart piteously, and closing her eyes, as she recollected how ill she was.
"Ho! dear me!" exclaimed Lady Jane, in high disdain. "Had not you better restore my key before you die, old lady?"
"Jane!" exclaimed Lady Alice, recovering in an instant, "have you no feeling--you know the state I"m in; and you"re bent on killing me with your unfeeling brutality?"
"You"re perfectly well, ma"am, and you look it. I wish I was half as strong; you oblige me to come all this way, this bitter night, you odious old woman."
"I see how it is, and why you want the key. A very little more, and I"ll write to General Lennox."
"Do; and he"ll horsewhip you."
Lady Jane herself was a little stunned at this speech, when she heard it from her own lips; and I think would have recalled it.
"Thank you, Jane; I hope you"ll _remember_ that. Horsewhip me! No doubt you wish it; but General Lennox is a gentleman, I hope, _although_ he has married you; and I don"t suppose he would murder a miserable old woman to gratify you."
"You know perfectly what I mean--if you were a _man_ he would horsewhip you; you have done nothing but insult me ever since you entered this house."
"Thank you; it"s quite plain. I shan"t forget it. I"ll ask him, when he comes, whether he"s in the habit of beating women. It is not usual, I believe, among British officers. It _usen"t_ at least; but everything"s getting on--young ladies, and, I suppose, old men--all getting on famously."
"Give me my key, if you please; and cease talking like a fool," cried Lady Jane.
"And what _do_ you want of that key? Come, now, young lady, what is it?"
"I don"t choose to have my door lie open, and I won"t. I"ve no bolt to the inside, and I _will_ have my key, madam."
"If that"s your object, set your mind at ease. I"ll lock your door myself when you have got to your bed."
"So that if the house takes fire I shall be burnt to death!"
"Pooh! nonsense!"
"And if I am they"ll hang _you_, I hope."
"Thank you. Flogged and hanged!" And Lady Alice laughed an exceeding bitter laugh. "But the wicked violence of your language and _menaces_ shan"t deter me from the duty I"ve prescribed to myself. I"ll define my reasons if you like, and I"ll write as soon as you please to General Lennox."
"I think you"re _mad_--I do, I a.s.sure you. I"ll endure it for once, but depend on it I"ll complain to Sir Jekyl Marlowe, in my husband"s absence, in the morning; and if this sort of thing is to go on, I had better leave the house forthwith--that"s all."
And having uttered these dignified sentences with becoming emphasis, she sailed luridly away.
"Good-night, Jane," said Lady Alice, with a dry serenity.
"Don"t dare, you insupportable old woman, to wish me good-night," burst out Lady Jane, whisking round at the threshold.
With which speech, having paused for a moment in defiance, she disappeared, leaving the door wide open, which is, perhaps, as annoying as clapping it, and less vulgar.
CHAPTER XXIV.
Guy Strangways and M. Varbarriere converse.
When M. Varbarriere and his nephew this night sat down in their dressing-room, the elder man said--
"How do you like Sir Jekyl Marlowe?"
"A most agreeable host--very lively--very hospitable," answered Guy Strangways.