With a quick gesture she whipped off her white coif. Her bronze hair ruffled up all over her head in a shining crop of short curls. She put up her hands to tidy the ma.s.s, enduring his exploring gaze with a twinkle in her eyes, perfectly sure the alteration in her appearance would not help him, since on that other occasion she had worn a hat.
After a close scrutiny he slowly shook his head.
"I can"t get it," he admitted reluctantly. "But I shall one day."
"Let me know when you do," she bade him with irony.
"I will."
Still he did not move, and his shallow eyes held her. Into them had crept what she knew to be admiration, though of a lazy and indifferent sort. Without knowing why, for the second time that day--or was it the third?--she felt the blood rise in a wave to her cheeks. How silly, this facile blushing! She was angry with herself. It was not as if she were really embarra.s.sed or confused, it came simply from that kind of physical sensitiveness which causes the closing of leaves in those plants we call "touch-me-not."
At this precise instant Roger, ready for dinner, came out on to the landing. What he saw was the young nurse, her head uncovered and blushing as she had that morning blushed for him, her eyes upraised with a provocative sparkle in them, standing close to Holliday, who was staring at her with unnecessary intentness, a grudging smile just beginning to stir the corners of his mouth.
Involuntarily Roger halted, conscious of an acute displeasure at the sight before him, a feeling compounded of resentment towards Holliday, whom he regarded as a puppy, and a sort of hurt disappointment in the girl. Was she, too, one of the many women who fell victims to Arthur"s charm? He had thought better of her.
Whatever the situation, his appearance put an end to it. He saw the nurse"s slender, capable fingers replace the cap, watched her smooth the tendrils of her hair at the sides. She was demure once more, utterly seemly, and the sly glance she shot him conveyed the hint that she might, perhaps, admit him into the joke. He felt inclined to modify his judgment and give her the benefit of the doubt. "Probably,"
he heard her remark to Holliday, "you"ve got me confused with someone else. I"ve only been a very short time in Cannes."
A door opened: they all looked around to discover Lady Clifford, attired for the evening. The vision took Esther"s breath. She was reminded of what the spinster from Chester had said about the fair Therese being "like something on the films." The Frenchwoman was wrapped in a chinchilla cloak, caught about her with a grace Esther felt she could never emulate, even granting the chinchilla cloak.
There was a revelation of apple-green and silver beneath, of white skin, pearls, and the flash of an immense diamond brooch. Held high gleamed the impeccable golden head, one of those flawless marvels of our time. Therese looked radiant, younger than Esther had yet seen her. Her grey eyes, rayed round with black lashes, shone like stars.
There was a sort of cold purity about her that dazzled.
"Ready?"
Holliday"s voice sounded as nonchalant as ever. Glancing at him, Esther felt amazement that he could accept all this supreme feast of a woman"s beauty without so much as the flicker of an eyelash. Roger, too, appeared unimpressed. What were the two men made of?
"Have I kept you long?"
Something slightly sharp in the tone caused Esther to turn back towards Lady Clifford. She was astonished to see that the grey eyes had narrowed a little and were searching her own face, even while the question was addressed to her escort.
"No, I"ve been having a chat with Miss Rowe," replied the young man negligently, and as he spoke, he turned to Esther and smiled, a sophisticated smile, holding the hint of conspiracy.
She wished he had not done that. It called up an expression on Lady Clifford"s face which there was now no mistaking. Heavens! Could it be possible that this transcendently lovely creature was able to feel even the tiniest bit jealous of her? It was incredible--and yet her instinct a.s.sured her it was so. She felt all at once that she had a good deal to learn. Days later, looking back, she thought that Lady Clifford"s manner towards her altered from this exact moment.
Roger, too, saw that glance, momentary though it was. It struck him that Arthur was very clever; he never let any woman be too sure of his affections. As this thought came to him, Therese turned in his direction with a little wistful, appealing manner that she sometimes had.
"Will you forgive me for running away on your first evening here?" she asked sweetly. "I think perhaps a little change of scene will quiet my nerves a bit. _Au revoir, mon cher--a domain_."
She kissed the tips of her fingers to him and moved slowly down the stairs, followed by her indifferent swain. When the front door banged Roger spoke:
"Then you"ve met that fellow before?"
For the life of him he didn"t know why he said "that fellow."
"He came to lunch at the doctor"s one day," Esther informed him, then added with a reminiscent and faintly malicious smile: "He thinks he has seen me before, and it bothers him."
"Has he?" demanded Roger bluntly.
"Yes, but he can"t recall where, and I"m not going to tell him. As a matter of fact, it was at the Restaurant des Amba.s.sadeurs. I was sitting at the table next to him one afternoon."
"Oh, I see!"
Somehow this explanation was very agreeable to Roger"s ruffled sensibilities.
"Coming down to dinner?" he inquired, feeling a glow of regret at having misjudged her.
"Yes, but I want to make a quick change first."
"I"ll wait for you."
He didn"t know why he said that either. It came out unbidden.
Ridiculous, the interest he was taking in this girl, whom he had not set eyes on before this morning. Yet there it was, he felt a distinct desire for her company and a longing to know if he could again inspire that sudden blush. It still irked him to think she had been able to blush for Holliday; the little beast was not worth it.
Lighting a cigarette, he strolled to the window at the end of the hall near his own door and, parting the curtains, looked out. Through the black fretwork of the acacias showed the thin crescent of the new moon, clean and sharp as a knife-blade. He made a wry face. He had seen the new moon through both trees and gla.s.s!
"It"s a good thing I"m not superst.i.tious," he reflected; yet for all his avowal he was conscious of a sudden qualm, which irritated him.
A heavy, inelastic step creaked across the floor behind him. Turning, he found Dr. Sartorius beside him. The gravity of the large face, with its bald, slanting forehead and small lightish eyes, slightly alarmed him.
"Is anything wrong, doctor?" he asked quickly.
"No, no, nothing at all. I merely promised to tell you that your father would like you to attend to a small matter for him in the morning before you go out. I believe he wants you to open his safe and get out the copy of his will which is there."
"His will?" repeated Roger, slightly dismayed.
"There is no reason for alarm. He appears anxious to refresh his memory, that is all. It seems better to humour him. I fancy there is some point he would like to discuss with you."
"Very well, I"ll come in the first thing after breakfast."
In spite of himself the thought took root that the old man believed he was going to die.
CHAPTER XIII
Having finished a late and lazy breakfast next morning, Roger ascended to his father"s room. He found the old man lying tranquil if weak, his temperature fallen to normal with that curious abruptness characteristic of typhoid. The nurse, very fresh in a clean ap.r.o.n and cap, was putting the room to rights. She smiled at Roger, who was no longer a stranger, for the two had had a long talk over their coffee the evening before, and later, with Miss Clifford, had indulged in a little mild cutthroat bridge.
"The doctor said something to me last night about your wanting the safe opened," ventured Roger, after several minutes" conversation with the invalid, during which no mention was made of the matter in question.
The old man"s face looked blank, he appeared struggling to recall. At last he nodded slowly.
"I believe I did speak of it, though it"s not of great importance. It occurred to me I might as well glance through the will I drew up two years ago. I made a slight alteration in it this winter, which I want to speak to you about, but I"ll look through it first. Something Sartorius said reminded me of it."
Roger felt relieved. There was no evidence of his father"s expecting an immediate decease; he seemed calm and fairly cheerful.
"Right you are. I"ll attend to it now, if you"ll tell me the combination."
"Give me a piece of paper; I"ll write it down."