"Oh, I"ve had to tell lies," she said, "plenty of them."
"What! It was _you_ that told the lies?"
Lady Henry"s look flashed.
"The open and honest ones," she said, defiantly.
"Well," said Sir Wilfrid, regretfully, "_some_ sort were indispensable.
So she came. How long ago?"
"Three years. For the first half of that time I did nothing but plume myself on my good fortune. I said to myself that if I had searched Europe through I could not have fared better. My household, my friends, my daily ways, she fitted into them all to perfection. I told people that I had discovered her through a Belgian acquaintance. Every one was amazed at her manners, her intelligence. She was perfectly modest, perfectly well behaved. The old Duke--he died six months after she came to me--was charmed with her. Montresor, Meredith, Lord Robert, all my _habitues_ congratulated me. "Such cultivation, such charm, such _savoir-faire!_ Where on earth did you pick up such a treasure? What are her antecedents?" etc., etc. So then, of course--"
"I hope no more than were absolutely necessary!" said Sir Wilfrid, hastily.
"I had to do it well," said Lady Henry, with decision; "I can"t say I didn"t. That state of things lasted, more or less, about a year and a half. And by now, where do you think it has all worked out?"
"You gave me a few hints last night," said Sir Wilfrid, hesitating.
Lady Henry pushed her chair back from the table. Her hands trembled on her stick.
"Hints!" she said, scornfully. "I"m long past hints. I told you last night--and I repeat--that woman has stripped me of all my friends! She has intrigued with them all in turn against me. She has done the same even with my servants. I can trust none of them where she is concerned.
I am alone in my own house. My blindness makes me her tool, her plaything. As for my salon, as you call it, it has become hers. I am a mere courtesy-figurehead--her chaperon, in fact. I provide the house, the footmen, the champagne; the guests are hers. And she has done this by constant intrigue and deception--by flattery--by lying!"
The old face had become purple. Lady Henry breathed hard.
"My dear friend," said Sir Wilfrid, quickly, laying a calming hand on her arm, "don"t let this trouble you so. Dismiss her."
"And accept solitary confinement for the rest of my days? I haven"t the courage--yet," said Lady Henry, bitterly. "You don"t know how I have been isolated and betrayed! And I haven"t told you the worst of all.
Listen! Do you know whom she has got into her toils?"
She paused, drawing herself rigidly erect. Sir Wilfrid, looking up sharply, remembered the little scene in the Park, and waited.
"Did you have any opportunity last night," said Lady Henry, slowly, "of observing her and Jacob Delafield?"
She spoke with pa.s.sionate intensity, her frowning brows meeting above a pair of eyes that struggled to see and could not. But the effect she listened for was not produced. Sir Wilfrid drew back uncertainly.
"Jacob Delafield?" he said. "Jacob Delafield? Are you sure?"
"Sure?" cried Lady Henry, angrily. Then, disdaining to support her statement, she went on: "He hesitates. But she"ll soon make an end of that. And do you realize what that means--what Jacob"s possibilities are? Kindly recollect that Chudleigh has one boy--one sickly, tuberculous boy--who might die any day. And Chudleigh himself is a poor life. Jacob has more than a good chance--ninety chances out of a hundred"--she ground the words out with emphasis--"of inheriting the dukedom."
"Good gracious!" said Sir Wilfrid, throwing away his cigarette.
"There!" said Lady Henry, in sombre triumph. "Now you can understand what I have brought on poor Henry"s family."
A low knock was heard at the door.
"Come in," said Lady Henry, impatiently.
The door opened, and Mademoiselle Le Breton appeared on the threshold, carrying a small gray terrier under each arm.
"I thought I had better tell you," she said, humbly, "that I am taking the dogs out. Shall I get some fresh wool for your knitting?"
III
It was nearly four o"clock. Sir Wilfrid had just closed Lady Henry"s door behind him, and was again walking along Bruton Street.
He was thinking of the little scene of Mademoiselle Le Breton"s appearance on the threshold of Lady Henry"s dining-room; of the insolent sharpness with which Lady Henry had given her order upon order--as to the dogs, the books for the circulating library, a message for her dressmaker, certain directions for the tradesmen, etc., etc.--as though for the mere purpose of putting the woman who had dared to be her rival in her right place before Sir Wilfrid Bury. And at the end, as she was departing, Mademoiselle Le Breton, trusting no doubt to Lady Henry"s blindness, had turned towards himself, raising her downcast eyes upon him suddenly, with a proud, pa.s.sionate look. Her lips had moved; Sir Wilfrid had half risen from his chair. Then, quickly, the door had closed upon her.
Sir Wilfrid could not think of it without a touch of excitement.
"Was she reminding me of Gherardtsloo?" he said to himself. "Upon my word, I must find some means of conversation with her, in spite of Lady Henry."
He walked towards Bond Street, pondering the situation of the two women--the impotent jealousy and rancor with which Lady Henry was devoured, the domestic slavery contrasted with the social power of Mademoiselle Le Breton. Through the obscurity and difficulty of circ.u.mstance, how marked was the conscience of race in her, and, as he also thought, of high intelligence! The old man was deeply interested.
He felt a certain indulgent pity for his lifelong friend Lady Henry; but he could not get Mademoiselle Julie out of his head.
"Why on earth does she stay where she is?"
He had asked the same question of Lady Henry, who had contemptuously replied:
"Because she likes the flesh-pots, and won"t give them up. No doubt she doesn"t find my manners agreeable; but she knows very well that she wouldn"t get the chances she gets in my house anywhere else. I give her a foothold. She"ll not risk it for a few sour speeches on my part. I may say what I like to her--and I intend to say what I like! Besides, you watch her, and see whether she"s made for poverty. She takes to luxury as a fish to water. What would she be if she left me? A little visiting teacher, perhaps, in a Bloomsbury lodging. That"s not her line at all."
"But somebody else might employ her as you do?" Sir Wilfrid had suggested.
"You forget I should be asked for a character," said Lady Henry. "Oh, I admit there are possibilities--on her side. That silly goose, Evelyn Crowborough, would have taken her in, but I had a few words with Crowborough, and he put his foot down. He told his wife he didn"t want an intriguing foreigner to live with them. No; for the present we are chained to each other. I can"t get rid of her, and she doesn"t want to get rid of me. Of course, things might become intolerable for either of us. But at present self-interest on both sides keeps us going. Oh, don"t tell me the thing is odious! I know it. Every day she stays in the house I become a more abominable old woman."
A more exacting one, certainly. Sir Wilfrid thought with pity and amus.e.m.e.nt of the commissions with which Mademoiselle Julie had been loaded. "She earns her money, any way," he thought. "Those things will take her a hard afternoon"s work. But, bless my soul!"--he paused in his walk--"what about that engagement to d.u.c.h.ess Evelyn that I heard her make? Not a word, by-the-way, to Lady Henry about it! Oh, this is amusing!"
He went meditatively on his way, and presently turned into his club to write some letters. But at five o"clock he emerged, and told a hansom to drive him to Grosvenor Square. He alighted at the great red-brick mansion of the Crowboroughs, and asked for the d.u.c.h.ess. The magnificent person presiding over the hall, an old family retainer, remembered him, and made no difficulty about admitting him.
"Anybody with her grace?" he inquired, as the man handed him over to the footman who was to usher him up-stairs.
"Only Miss Le Breton and Mr. Delafield, Sir Wilfrid. Her grace told me to say "not at home" this afternoon, but I am sure, sir, she will see you."
Sir Wilfrid smiled.
As he entered the outer drawing-room, the d.u.c.h.ess and the group surrounding her did not immediately perceive the footman nor himself, and he had a few moments in which to take in a charming scene.
A baby girl in a white satin gown down to her heels, and a white satin cap, lace-edged and tied under her chin, was holding out her tiny skirt with one hand and dancing before the d.u.c.h.ess and Miss Le Breton, who was at the piano. The child"s other hand held up a morsel of biscuit wherewith she directed the movements of her partner, a small black spitz, of a slim and silky elegance, who, straining on his hind legs, his eager attention fixed upon the biscuit, followed every movement of his small mistress; while she, her large blue eyes now solemn, now triumphant, her fair hair escaping from her cap in fluttering curls, her dainty feet pointed, her dimpled arm upraised, repeated in living grace the picture of her great-great-grandmother which hung on the wall in front of her, a masterpiece from Reynolds"s happiest hours.
Behind Mademoiselle Le Breton stood Jacob Delafield; while the d.u.c.h.ess, in a low chair beside them, beat time gayly to the gavotte that Mademoiselle Julie was playing and laughed encouragement and applause to the child in front of her. She herself, with her cloud of fair hair, the delicate pink and white of her skin, the laughing lips and small white hands that rose and fell with the baby steps, seemed little more than a child. Her pale blue dress, for which she had just exchanged her winter walking-costume, fell round her in sweeping folds of lace and silk--a French fairy dressed by Worth, she was possessed by a wild gayety, and her silvery laugh held the room.
Beside her, Julie Le Breton, very thin, very tall, very dark, was laughing too. The eyes which Sir Wilfrid had lately seen so full of pride were now alive with pleasure. Jacob Delafield, also, from behind, grinned applause or shouted to the babe, "Brava, Tottie; well done!"
Three people, a baby, and a dog more intimately pleased with one another"s society it would have been difficult to discover.
"Sir Wilfrid!"
The d.u.c.h.ess sprang up astonished, and in a moment, to Sir Wilfrid"s chagrin, the little scene fell to pieces. The child dropped on the floor, defending herself and the biscuit as best she could against the wild s.n.a.t.c.hes of the dog. Delafield composed his face in a moment to its usual taciturnity. Mademoiselle Le Breton rose from the piano.