They were moving somewhat aimlessly down the grand staircase.
"Felix, darling," she murmured, "let"s go for a motor run in the hills.
There"s a lovely moon. I should so love it." She desired to be alone with him precisely as she had been alone with him in the taxi after their first dinner. She had a fancy for just that and nothing else.
She pictured them together in the car, in the midst of gigantic nature and in the brilliant night.
"But it will be cold!" he protested.
"It wasn"t cold when we came in here--it was quite warm--you said so,"
she replied softly. "But just as you please. I don"t mind." And into the acquiescent charm of her voice she dropped one drop of angelic resentment--one single drop; not because he objected to gratifying her, but because she knew he was merely fussing himself about his throat and his health generally.
"We"ll go, by all means. It won"t take long," he yielded affectionately, without reserve.
She pressed his arm. She had won. He began to suspect that she was overwrought--perhaps by the first sight of the spectacle of gambling on a great scale--and he soothed her accordingly. Half a dozen automobiles were waiting and willing to take them into the hills.
Before Lilian had regained full possession of herself they were clear of the town, and continually ascending, in long curves. The night was magnificent; through the close-shut windows of the car could be seen, not the moon, which was on high, but the strong moonlight and sharp shadows, and the huge austere contours of the hills; and here and there a distant, steady domestic lamp. Lilian sat in her corner and Felix in his, and a s.p.a.ce separated them because of the width of the car. She felt a peculiar constraint and could not reach the mood she wanted.
"Felix," she said, "you heard that girl say she must have a hundred thousand francs, how will she get it? How can she get it?"
"She"ll just disappear for a day or two, and then she"ll come back with it. I dare say she owes most of it already to the casino."
"But who will give it her?"
"Ah! That"s her secret. There"s always somebody in the background that these charmers have made themselves indispensable to. When this particular charmer tackles the particular man or men that she"s indispensable to, she"ll have what she needs out of them if they"ve got it to give. That"s a certainty. If a man has hypnotized himself into the belief that a girl"s body is paradise, he"ll win paradise and keep paradise. He"ll steal, commit murder, sell his wife and children, abandon his parents to the workhouse; there"s nothing he won"t do. And he"ll do it even if she"ll only let him kiss her feet. Of course, all men aren"t like that, but there are quite a few of "em, and these charmers always find "em out. Trust them."
"I couldn"t see that there was anything very extraordinary in her."
"Neither could I. But perhaps we"re blind to what that fellow who"s going to fork out the hundred thousand francs sees. I dare say if I were to dance with her I might have glimpses of his notion of her.
Anyhow, you bet she"s a highly finished product; she"s got great gifts and great skill--must have--and she knows exactly what she"s about--and she looks eighteen and isn"t above twenty-five. You must remember she"s on the way to being a star in the most powerful profession in the world.
They"ve made practically all the history there is, even in the East, and they"re still making it--making it this very night."
There was a considerable silence, and then Lilian shot across the seat and leaned heavily against Felix and clasped his neck.
"Darling," she said, "I know I"m going to have a baby!"
They could just see each other. Felix paused before replying.
"Very well! Very well," he said calmly. "We shall see who"s right."
Her thoughts concerning Lord Mackworth now seemed utterly incredible to her in their mad aberration.
The next moment the car swerved unexpectedly to the side of the mounting road and the engine stopped; the chauffeur jumped down, opened the bonnet, unstrapped one of the side lamps and peered with it into the secrets under the bonnet. Felix, loosing himself from Lilian, rapped sharply on the front window, but got no response from the bent chauffeur. Then impatiently he tried to let down the window and could not. He lifted it, shook it, rattled it, broke the fragile fastening of the strap. Suddenly the window fell with a bang into its slit, and there was a tinkling of smashed gla.s.s.
"d.a.m.n it! I ought to have opened the door, but I was afraid of too much cold."
The icy air of the hills rushed like an a.s.sa.s.sin into the interior of the car, Felix shivered, unlatched the door and got out. The chauffeur proved to be an Italian, with no more French than sufficed to take orders and receive fares and tips. He could give no intelligible explanation of the breakdown, but he smiled optimistically. The car was absolutely alone on the road, and the road was alone in the vast implacable landscape. No light anywhere, except the chilly, dazzling moon and the stars, and the glitter of a far range of G.o.d-like peaks, whence came the terrible wind. The scene and situation intimidated.
The inhuman and negligent grandeur of nature was revealed. Felix returned into the car and shut the door, but could not shut out the cold. Lilian covered his chest with her warm bosom. Gently he pushed her away.
"No, no!"
"Let me, darling!"
"It"s no use. I shall suffer for this."
After a few minutes the engine was throbbing again, and they had begun the descent. But no device could conjure away the ruthless night air.
Back at the hotel Felix took brandy and hot water, accepted Lilian"s hot water bag in addition to his own, and was in bed and thickly enveloped in no time at all. Lilian kissed him guiltily and left him. He bade her good night kindly but absently, engrossed in himself.
VI
The Benefactress
When Lilian was alone in her room she thought anxiously:
"Supposing he should want more brandy in the night--there is none!"
The travelling flask was now empty. (In the emergency, hot water from the lavatory-basin tap had been used to dilute the brandy. Felix having said impatiently that any water would do so long as it was hot--hang a few germs!) She had noticed that he would always take a little brandy if he felt unwell from whatever cause, and this habit caused her no uneasiness, for from her father she had acquired a firm belief in the restorative qualities of brandy; even her mother would say how unwise it was to "be without" brandy, and before starting for the annual domestic holiday invariably attended herself to the provision of it. The lack of brandy settled upon Lilian"s mind, intensifying somehow her sense of guilt. She felt deeply the responsibilities of the situation, which became graver and graver to her--the more so as she had no real status to deal with it.
She wanted to ring the bell, but the bell was within a few yards of Felix"s door--he often complained on this score--and to ring might be to wake him. Cautiously she stepped into the corridor, hoping to find Jacqueline in the service-room at the end of the shabby little side corridor where the bell and the room-indicator were. She knew the French for brandy. The main corridor stretched away with an effect of endlessness. In its whole length only two electric lights had been left to burn. Solitude and silence made it mysteriously solemn. A pair of boots, or two pairs of boots--one large, one small and dainty--here and there on a door-mat seemed inexplicably to symbolize the forlornness of humanity in the sight of the infinite. The beating of Lilian"s heart attracted her attention. Not without an effort could she cross the magic and formidable corridor. The door of the service-room was locked.
No hope! Even Jacqueline had a bed somewhere and was asleep in it; and brandy was as unattainable as on a coral island.
Lilian felt the rough hair-lining of pleasure. The idea of her insecurity frightened her. She perceived that a life of toil, abstinence, deprivation and cold virginity had its advantages. Of course, Felix was not going to be ill; but if he were, and if her dreadful fears about her own condition were realized--what then? What would happen? Were the moral maxims and strict practice of her parents after all horribly true? The wages of sin, and all that sort of thing ... She heard steps in the distance of the corridor. She peeped.
Somebody was approaching. Had she time to cross and vanish into the shelter of her room? She hesitated. The visitant was a woman. It was the girl who in the baccarat rooms had talked of a hundred thousand francs in a c.o.c.kney accent, the girl whom Felix had described as probably a rising star in the most powerful of professions. She too had a bed, and was seeking it at last.
"I expect there"s no chance of getting hold of a servant to-night," said Lilian meekly, as the girl instinctively paused in pa.s.sing.
The girl, staring sharply out of her artificially enlarged eyes, shrugged the shoulders of negation at Lilian"s simplicity.
"Anything the matter?"
"I only wanted some brandy. My"--"husband" she meant to say, but could not frame the majestic word--"my friend"s not very well. Chill. He"s had a very little brandy, and might need some more in the night." She flushed.
"Come along of me. I"ll let you have some." What a harsh, rasping little voice!
The benefactress"s bedroom was in a state of rich disorder that astounded Lilian. The girl turned on every light in the chamber, banged the door, and pushing some clothes off a chair told Lilian to sit down.
Drawers were open, cupboards were open, the wardrobe was open. Attire, boxes, bottles, parcels, candles, parasols, ill.u.s.trated comic papers, novels with shiny coloured covers were strewn everywhere; and in a corner a terrific trunk stood upright. The benefactress began ferreting in drawers, and slamming them to one after another.
"I"m afraid I"m putting you to a lot of trouble," said Lilian. "You"re very kind, I"m sure."
"Not a bit of it. I never _can_ find anything.... I think us girls ought to stand by each other, that"s what I think. Not as we ever do!"
Her voice seemed to thicken, almost to break.
Lilian felt as if the entire hotel had trembled under her feet, but she gave no sign of shock; she desired the brandy, if it was to be had. "Us girls"!
"You _are_ French, aren"t you? I only ask because you speak English so well."
After a moment the girl replied, her head buried in a drawer: