He looked at her with a half-open mouth. His eyes were suddenly like beads.
"I do not understand," he said.
"I am afraid," Jeanne answered, with a sigh, "that you are very unintelligent. What I meant to say was that I do not like to sit here and talk with you. It wearies me, because you do not say anything that interests me, and I should very much rather read my book."
The Count de Brensault was nonplussed. He looked at Jeanne, and he looked vaguely across the room at the Princess, as though wondering whether he ought to appeal to her.
"Have I offended you?" he asked. "Perhaps I have said something that you do not like. I am sorry."
"No, it is not that at all," Jeanne answered sweetly. "It is simply that I do not like you. You must not mind if I tell you the truth. You see I have only just come from boarding-school, and there we were always taught to be quite truthful."
De Brensault stared at her again. This was the most extraordinary young woman whom he had ever met in his life. Had not the Princess only an hour ago told him that although he might find her a little difficult at first, she was nevertheless prepared to receive his advances. He had imagined himself dazzling her a little with his t.i.tle and possessions, gracefully throwing the handkerchief at her feet, and giving her that slight share in his life and affection which his somewhat continental ideas of domesticity suggested. Had she really meant to be rude to him, or was she nervous? He looked at her once more, still with that unintelligent stare. Jeanne was perfectly composed, with her pale cheeks and large serious eyes. She was obviously speaking the truth.
Then as he looked the expression in his eyes changed. She was gradually becoming desirable, not only on account of her youth and dowry--there were other things. He felt a sudden desire to kiss those very shapely, somewhat full lips, which had just told him so calmly that their owner disliked him. Already he was telling himself in his mind that some day, when she was his altogether, for a plaything or what he chose to make of her, he would remind her of this evening.
"I am sorry," he said, "that you do not like me, but that is because you are not used to men. Presently you will know me better, and then I am sure it will be different. As for you," he continued, looking at her in a manner which he felt should certainly awaken some different feeling in her inexperienced heart, "I admire you very much indeed. I have seen you only once or twice, but I have thought of you much. Some day I hope that we shall be very much better friends."
He leaned a little toward her, and Jeanne calmly removed herself a little further away. She turned her head now to look at him, as she sat upright upon the sofa, very slim and graceful in her white gown.
"I do not think so," she said. "I do not care about being friendly with people whom I dislike, and I am beginning to dislike you very much indeed because you will not go away when I ask you."
He rose to his feet a little offended.
"Very well," he said, "I will go and talk to your stepmother, who wants me to play bridge, but very soon I shall come back, and before long I think that I am going to make you like me very much."
He crossed the room, and Jeanne"s eyes followed his awkward gait with a sudden flash of quiet amus.e.m.e.nt. She watched him talk to her stepmother, and she saw the Princess" face darken. As a matter of fact De Brensault felt that he had some just cause for complaint.
"Dear Princess," he said, "you did not tell me that she was so very farouche, so very shy indeed. I speak to her quite kindly, and she tells me that she does not like me, and that she wished me to go away."
The Princess looked across the room towards Jeanne, who was calmly reading, and apparently oblivious of everything that was pa.s.sing.
"My dear Count," she said, tapping his hand with her fan, "she is very, very serious. She would like to have been a nun, but of course we would not hear of it. I think that she was a little afraid of you. You looked at her very boldly, you know, and she is not used to the glances of men. At her age, perhaps--you understand?"
The Count was not quite sure that he did understand. He had a most unpleasant recollection of the firmness and decision with which Jeanne had announced her views with regard to him, but he looked towards her again and the look was fatal. Jeanne was certainly a most desirable young person, quite apart from her dowry.
"It may be as you say, Princess," he said. "I must leave her to you for a little time. You must talk to her. She is quite pretty," he added with an involuntary note of condescension in his tone. "I am very pleased with her. In fact I am quite attracted."
"You will remember," the Princess said, dropping her voice a little, "that before anything definite is said, you and I must have a little conversation."
De Brensault twirled his moustache. He looked up at the Princess as though trying to fathom the meaning of her words.
"Certainly," he answered slowly. "I have not forgotten what you said.
Of course, her dot is very large, is it not?"
"It is very large indeed," the Princess answered, "and there are a great many young men who would be very grateful to me indeed if I were willing even to listen to them."
De Brensault nodded.
"Very well," he said. "We will have that little talk whenever you like."
The Princess nodded.
"I suppose," she said, "we must play bridge now. They are waiting for us."
De Brensault looked behind to where Jeanne was still sitting reading.
Her head was resting upon a sofa pillow, deep orange coloured, against which the purity of her complexion, the delicate lines of her eyebrows, the shapeliness of her exquisite mouth, were all more than ever manifest. She read with interest, and without turning her head away from the pages of the book which she held in long, slender fingers. De Brensault sighed as he turned away.
"Certainly," he said. "We will go and play bridge. But I will tell you what it is, my dear Princess. I think I am very near falling in love with your little stepdaughter."
CHAPTER VI
Forrest crossed the room and waited his opportunity until the Princess was alone.
"Let me take you somewhere," he said. "I want to talk to you."
She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they walked slowly away from the crowded part of the ballroom.
"So you are up again," she remarked looking at him curiously. "Does that mean--?"
"It means nothing, worse luck," he answered, "except that I have twenty-four hours" leave. I am off back again at eight o"clock to-morrow morning. Tell me about this De Brensault affair. How is it going on?"
"Well enough on his side," she answered. "The amusing part of it is that the more Jeanne snubs him, the keener he gets. He sends roses and chocolates every day, and positively haunts the house. I never was so tired of any one."
"Make him your son-in-law quickly," he said grimly. "You"ll see little enough of him then."
"I"m not sure," the Princess said reflectively, "whether it is quite wise to hurry Jeanne so much."
"Wise or not," Forrest said, "it must be done. Even supposing the other affair comes out all right, London is getting impossible for me. I don"t know who"s at the bottom of it, but people have stopped sending me invitations, and even at my pothouse of a club the men seem to have as little to say to me as possible. Some one"s at work spreading reports of some sort or another. I am not over sensitive, but the thing"s becoming an impossibility."
"Do you suppose," she asked quietly, "that it is the Engleton affair?"
He nodded.
"People are saying all sorts of things," he answered. "I"d go abroad to-morrow and leave De la Borne to look out for himself, but I haven"t even the money to pay my railway fare."
The Princess shrugged her shoulders expressively.
"Oh, I"m not begging!" he continued. "I know you"re pretty well in the same box."
"That," the Princess remarked, "scarcely expresses it. I am a great deal worse off than you, because I have a houseful of unpaid servants, and a mob of tradespeople, who are just beginning to clamour. I see that you are looking at my necklace," she continued. "I can a.s.sure you that I have not a single real stone left. Everything I possess that isn"t in p.a.w.n is of paste."
"Then don"t you see, Ena," he said, "that this thing really must be hurried forward? De Brensault is ready enough, isn"t he?"
"Quite," she answered.
"And he understands the position?"