"Nay, good Master Theophilus," he said coolly, "prithee do not interfere between me and the Wrath of these two Gentlemen. Attend to thine own Affairs ... and to thine own Conspiracies," he added-spoke suddenly under Mr. Baggs" very nose, so that the latter gave a jump and involuntarily gasped:
"Conspiracies? ... What-what the devil do you mean, Sir, by Conspiracies?"
"Oh, nothing-nothing-my good Friend," replied Mr. Betterton lightly.
"But when I see two hot-headed young Cavaliers in close conversation with a seedy Lawyer, I know that somewhere in the pocket of one of them there is a bit of Handwriting that may send the lot of them to the Tower first and to-well!-to Heaven afterwards."
My Heart was in my Mouth all the time that he spoke. Of course he could not know how near the Truth he was, and I firmly believe that his banter was a mere Arrow shot into the air; but even so it grazed these n.o.ble Lords" equanimity. Lord Douglas had become very pale, and my Lord Stour looked troubled, or was it my fancy? But I am sure that her Ladyship"s blue eyes rested on Mr. Betterton with a curious searching gaze. She too wondered how much Knowledge of the Truth lay behind his easy Sarcasm.
Then Lord Douglas broke into a laugh.
"There, for once, Sir Actor," he said lightly, "your perspicacity is at fault. My Lord the Earl of Stour and I came to consult your Brother-in-law on a matter of business."
"And," exclaimed Mr. Betterton with mock concern, "I am detaining you with my foolish talk. I pray you, Gentlemen, take no further heed of me. Time treads hard on your aristocratic Heels, whilst it is the Slave of a poor, shiftless Actor like myself."
"Yes, yes," once more interposed the mealy-mouthed Mr. Baggs. "I pray you, my Lords-your Ladyship-to come to my inner office--"
There was a general movement amongst the Company, during which I distinctly heard Lord Douglas Wychwoode whisper to my Lord Stour:
"Can you wonder that I always long to lay a stick across that Man"s shoulders? His every word sounds like insolence ... And he has dared to make love to Barbara...."
Her Ladyship, however, seemed loth to linger. The hour, of a truth, was getting late.
"Father will be anxious," she said. "I have stayed out over long."
"Are the streets safe, I wonder?" my Lord Stour remarked.
"Perfectly," broke in Mr. Betterton. "And if her Ladyship will allow me, I will conduct her to her Chair."
Again my Lord Stour flashed out angrily, and once more the brooding Quarrel threatened to burst the bounds of conventional Intercourse.
This time the Lady Barbara herself interposed.
"I pray you, my good Lord," she said, "do not interfere. Mr. Betterton and I are old Friends. By your leave, he shall conduct me to my chair.
Do we not owe it to him," she added gaily, "that the streets are quiet enough to enable us all to get home in peace?"
Then she turned to Mr. Betterton and said gently:
"If You would be so kind, Sir-my men are close by-I should be grateful if You will tell them to bring my chair along."
She held out her hand to him and he bowed low and kissed the tips of her fingers. Then he went.
6
Lord Douglas" spiteful glance followed the distinguished Actor"s retreating figure until the door had closed upon him. Then he said drily:
"Perhaps you are right, Babs. He may as well fetch your chair. It is raining hard and one Lacquey is as good as another."
He turned to Mr. Baggs, who, standing first on one leg then on the other, presented a truly pitiable spectacle of Servility and Unmanliness. I think he had just come to realize that I had been in the room behind the screen all this while, and that my Presence would be unwelcome to their Lordships if they knew that I had overheard all their Conversation. Certain it is that I saw him give a quick glance in my direction, and then he became even more fussy and snivelling than before.
"In my inner Office," he murmured. "I pray you to honour me, my Lords.... A gla.s.s of wine, perhaps ... until the copies are finished. I should be so proud ... and ... and ... we should be quite undisturbed ... whereas here ... I only regret..."
I despised him for all that grovelling, and so did the Gentlemen, I make no doubt. Nevertheless, they were ready to follow him.
"We must wait somewhere," Lord Douglas said curtly. "And I should be glad of a gla.s.s of wine."
Lady Barbara was standing in the window-recess, waiting for her chair.
She insisted on my Lord Stour going with her Brother into the inner room. Undoubtedly, she did not wish either of them to meet Mr. Betterton again.
"I promise you," she said with quiet Determination, "that I"ll not stop to speak with him. I"ll watch through the window until my Men bring the chair; then I will go down at once."
"But--" protested his Lordship.
"I entreat you to go, my Lord," she reiterated tartly. "And you too, Douglas. My temper is on edge, and if I am not left to myself for a few moments I shall have an attack of Nerves."
She certainly spoke with unwonted Sharpness. Thus commanded, it would have been churlish to disobey. The young Gentlemen, after a second or two longer of Hesitation, finally followed Mr. Baggs out of the room.
Now, I could not see the Lady Barbara, for she was ensconced in a window-recess, just as I was; but I heard her give a loud Sigh of Impatience. There was no doubt that her Nerves had been jarred. Small wonder, seeing all that she had gone through-the noise and rioting in the streets, her Terror and her Flight; her unexpected meeting with her Lover; then the advent of Mr. Betterton and that brooding Quarrel between him and the two Gentlemen, which threatened to break through at any moment.
The next minute I saw her Ladyship"s chair brought to a halt down below, and she crossed the Line of my Vision between the window and the sofa, where she had left her cloak. She picked it up and was about to wrap it round her shoulders, when the door was flung open and Mr. Betterton came in. He gave a quick glance round the room and saw that the Lady Barbara was alone-or so he thought, for, of course, he did not see me. He carefully closed the door behind him and came quickly forward, ostensibly to help her Ladyship on with her cloak.
"It is kind of you, Sir, thus to wait on me," she said coldly. "May I claim your Arm to conduct me to my chair?"
She was standing close in front of him just then, with her back to him and her hands raised up to her shoulders in order to receive her cloak, which he had somewhat roughly s.n.a.t.c.hed out of her grasp.
"My Arm?" he riposted, with a vibrating note of pa.s.sion in his mellow voice. "My Life, myself, are all at your Ladyship"s service. But will not you wait one little moment and say one kind word to the poor Actor whose Art is the delight of Kings, and whose Person is the b.u.t.t of every c.o.xcomb who calls himself a Gentleman?"
He flung the cloak upon a chair and tried to take her hand, which, however, she quickly withdrew, and then turned, not unkindly, to face him.
"My Brother is hasty, Sir," she said more gently. "He has many prejudices which, no doubt, time and experience of life will mend. As for me," she added lightly, "I am quite ready to extend the hand of Friendship, not only to the Artist but to the Man."
She held out her hand to him. Then, as he did not take it, but stood there looking at her with that hungry, pa.s.sionate look which revealed the depth of his Admiration for her, she continued with a bantering tone of reproach:
"You will not take my hand, Sir?"
"No," he replied curtly.
"But I am offering You my Friendship," she went on, with a quick, nervy little laugh; for she was Woman enough, believe me, to understand his look.
"Friendship between Man and Woman is impossible," he said in a strange, hoa.r.s.e voice, which I scarce recognized as his.
"What do you mean?" she retorted, with a sudden stiffening of her Figure and a haughty Glance which he, of a truth, should have known boded no good for his suit.
"I mean," he replied, "that between a Man and a Woman, who are both young and both endowed with Heart and Soul and Temperament, there may be Enmity or Love, Hatred or Pa.s.sion; but Friendship, never."
"You talk vaguely, Sir," she rejoined coldly. "I pray You, give me my cloak."
"Not," he retorted, "before I have caused your Ladyship to cast one short Glance back over the past few months."