THE GREY SISTERHOOD
LORD JOHN"S FIRST ADVENTURE IN LOVE
When applause forced the curtain up again and again on the last scene of our play--Carr Price"s and mine--I wasn"t looking at the stage, but at a girl in the opposite box. The box was Roger Odell"s, and I was sure that the girl must be his adopted sister Madeleine. But because of the insult she had suffered through my brother, I might not visit the box uninvited.
If Grace had been with her husband and sister-in-law there might have been hope. But the wedding had been private, because of Miss Marian Callender"s death, and it was not to be supposed that the bride would show herself at the theatre, even as a proof of grat.i.tude to me. I was in Governor Estabrook"s box, with him and Carr Price, and the girl whose engagement to Price depended, perhaps, on the success of this night; but I thanked my lucky stars--that I was invited by Grace to dine after the theatre, _en famille_.
"Surely I shall meet _Her_," I tried to persuade myself. "She"s here with Roger, to show that she bears no grudge against my family. She can"t stop away from supper when I"m to be the only guest."
This hopeful thought repeated itself in my head whenever I was thwarted by finding my eyes avoided by the girl--the wonderful girl who, with her lily face, and parted blonde hair rippling gold-and-silver lights was like a shining saint. She was so like a saint that I would have staked my life on her being one, which made me more furious than ever with Haslemere. I felt if she would give me one of her white roses lying on the red velvet of the box-rail, it would be worth more to me than the Victoria Cross I was wearing for the first time that night.
"Author! Author!" everybody shouted, as the curtain went down for the tenth time. I heard the call in a half-dream, for at that instant Madeleine Odell dropped the opera-gla.s.ses through which she had been taking a look at the audience. They fell on the boxrail among the roses, and pushed off one white beauty, which landed on the stage close to the footlights; but I had no time to yearn for that rose just then.
I had thought only for the girl, who shrank back in her chair as if to hide herself. Startled, Roger bent down with a solicitous question.
Thus he screened his sister from me, as a black cloud may screen the moon; and my impulse was to search the house for the cause of her alarm.
The audience as a whole had not yet risen, therefore the few on their feet were conspicuous, and I picked out the man who had seemingly annoyed Miss Odell. Just a glimpse I had of his face before he turned, to push past the people in his row of orchestra chairs. It was a strange face.
"That man has some connection with the mystery of Madeleine Odell"s life!" was my thought. I knew I had to follow the fellow, and there wasn"t a second to lose, because, though he was perhaps twice my age, I had to get about with a crutch and he had the full use of his long, active legs. Before I"d stopped to define my impulse I was on my feet, stammering excuses to Governor Estabrook and his daughter.
"You mustn"t leave now. We"re wanted on the stage!" Carr Price caught my arm; but a muttered, "For G.o.d"s sake, don"t stop me," told him that here was some matter of life or death for me, and he stood back. After that, I must have made the cripple"s record; and I reached the street in time to see the quarry step into a private car. I knew him by the back of his head, prominent behind the ears and thatched with sleek pepper-and-salt hair; but as he bent forward to shut the door, he stared for half a second straight into my eyes. His were black and long--Egyptian eyes, and the whole personality of the man suggested Egypt; not the Arabianised Egypt of to-day, but rather the Egypt which left its tall, broad-shouldered types sculptured on walls of tombs. He made me think of a magnificent mummy "come alive," and dressed in modern evening clothes.
After the meeting of our eyes the man turned to his chauffeur for some word, and the theatre lights seemed to point a pale finger at a scar on the brown throat. The length of that thin throat was another Egyptian characteristic, and though the collar was higher than fashion decreed, it wasn"t high enough to cover the mark when his neck stretched forward. It was the queerest scar I ever saw, the exact size and shape of a human eye. And on the white neck of Miss Odell I had noticed a black opal with a crystal centre, representing the eye of the Egyptian G.o.d Horus. This fetish was the only jewel she wore; and if I hadn"t already been sure of some a.s.sociation between her and the man now escaping, that eye would have convinced me.
Roger Odell had forced on me the gift of an automobile, and Price and I had motored Governor Estabrook and his daughter to the theatre; but as it was waiting in the procession which had just begun to move, my only hope of following the man was to hail a pa.s.sing taxi. I was about to try my luck, when a hand jerked me back.
"Good heavens, Lord John, are you going to leave us in the lurch? The audience are yelling their heads off!" panted Julius Felborn.
I would have thrown him off, but the second"s delay was a second too much. The dark car was spinning away with its secret--which might be a double secret, for I caught a glimpse of a grey-clad woman. Somebody grabbed the taxi I"d hoped to hail, and it was too late to do anything except note the licence number. Since my war-experience and wounds, I"ve lost--temporarily, the doctors say--my memory for figures. It is one form which nerve-shock takes; and fearing to forget, I made a note with a pocket pencil, on my shirt cuff.
"A man like that is no needle in a haystack," I consoled myself. "I can"t fail to lay my hand on him if he"s wanted." Then, making the best of the business, I allowed Felborn to work his will. He dragged me back into the theatre, and on to the stage, where I bowed and smirked at the side of Price. Queer, how indifferent the vision of a girl made me to this vision of success! But I"d never fallen in love at first sight before, or, indeed, fallen in love at all in a way worth the name.
The vision was still there when I looked up, though it would soon be gone, for Roger had put on his sister"s cloak, and both were standing.
The girl shrank into the background; but as I raised my eyes perhaps the S.O.S. call my heart sent out compelled some faint answer. Miss Odell leaned forward and it seemed that she threw me a glance with something faintly resembling interest in it. Perhaps it was only curiosity; or maybe she was looking for a rosebud she had lost. I couldn"t let the flower perish, or be collected by some Philistine; so I bent and picked it up. I trusted that she would not be angry, but when I raised my head the vision and the vision"s brother had both disappeared.
This was the happiest night of Carr Price"s life, because Governor Estabrook had journeyed from his own state with his daughter to see the play. If he could, he would have kept me to supper in order that I might talk to the Governor while he talked to the fascinating Nora; but I had yet to learn whether there was a chance of its being the happiest night of my life, and I flashed off in my new car at the earliest moment, to find out. Down plumped my heart, however, when only Grace and Roger appeared to welcome me.
As soon as I dared, I invented an excuse to ask for the absent one; or rather, I blurted out what was in my mind. "I hoped," I stammered, "to see Miss Odell again--if only for a few minutes. I felt sure it was she at the theatre. And I wanted to beg--that she"d let me try to atone--to compel Haslemere to atone."
"Oh, she"s sorry not to meet you," Roger broke in, "But she"s not strong. And she--er--was rather upset in the theatre. She doesn"t go out often; and she never takes late supper. She"s probably in bed by this time----"
"Oh, Roger, do let me tell him the truth!" exclaimed Grace. "Think how he helped us in our trouble? What if he could help Maida? You must admit he has a mind for mysteries, and if he could put an end to the persecution which has spoiled her life, Maida wouldn"t join the Sisterhood."
"She"s going to join a Sisterhood?" I broke out, feeling as if a hand had squeezed my heart like a bath sponge.
"Yes," said Grace, glancing at Roger. "You see, Rod, it slipped out!"
"I suppose there"s no harm done," he answered. "Only, it"s for Maida to talk of her affairs. Lord John"s a stranger to her."
"But," I said on a strong impulse, "I"ve taken the liberty of falling in love with Miss Odell, without being introduced, and in spite of the fact that she has a right to despise my family. This is the most serious thing that"s ever happened to me. And if she goes into a Sisterhood the world won"t be worth living in. Give me a chance to meet her--to offer myself----"
"Great Scott!" cried Roger. "And the British are called a slow race!"
"Offer myself as her knight," I finished. "Do you think I"d ask anything in return? Why, after what Haslemere did----"
"Oh, but who knows what might happen some day?" suggested Grace. "Rod, I _shall_ make Maida come down."
Without waiting to argue, she ran out of the room. She was gone some time, and the secret being out, Roger talked with comparative freedom of his adopted sister"s intentions. The Sisterhood she meant to join was not a religious order, but a club of women banded together for good work. At one time the Grey Sisters, as they called themselves, had been a thriving organisation for the rescue of unfortunate girls, the reformation of criminals, and the saving of neglected children; but the Head Sister--there was no "Mother Superior"--had died without a will, a promised fortune had gone back to her family, and had not a lady of wealth and force of character volunteered for the empty place, the Sisterhood might have had to disband. The new Head Sister had persuaded Madeleine Odell to join the depleted ranks. They had met in charity work, which was Maida"s one pleasure, and the mystery surrounding the woman had fired the interest of the girl whose youth was wrecked by mystery. The New York home of the Sisterhood had been given up, owing to lack of money, but the new Head Sister, whose life and fortune seemed dedicated to good works, had taken and restored an old place on Long Island. More recruits were expected, and various charities were on the programme.
"It"s a gloomy den," said Roger, "and stood empty for years because of some ghost story. But this friend of Maida"s has a mind above ghosts.
They"re going to teach women thieves to make jam, and child pickpockets to be angels! No arguments of mine have had the slightest effect on Maida since she met this foreign woman.
"The child has vowed herself to live with the Sisterhood--I believe it consists at present of no more than five or six women--for a year.
After that she can be free if she chooses. But I know her so well that my fear is, she _won"t_ choose. I"m afraid after all she"s suffered she won"t care to come back to the world. And the sword hanging over our heads is the knowledge that Maida"s pledged herself to go whenever the summons comes."
If Roger"s talk had been on any subject less engrossing, I should not have heard a word. As it was, I drank in every one. Yet the soul seemed to have walked out of my body and followed Grace upstairs. It was as if I could see her pleading with my white-rose vision of the theatre; but I was far enough from picturing the scene as it really was. Afterward, when I heard Maida Odell"s story, I knew what strange surroundings she had given herself in the rich commonplaceness of that old home which had been hers since childhood.
"The shrine" adjoined her bedroom, I know now, and for some girls would have been a boudoir. But the objects it contained put it out of the "boudoir" category. There were two life-size portraits, facing each other on the undecorated walls, on either side the only door; there was also a portrait of Roger"s father; and opposite the door stood on end a magnificent painted mummy-case such as a museum would give a small fortune to possess. Even without its contents the case would have been of value; but behind a thick pane of gla.s.s showed the face of a perfectly preserved mummy, a middle-aged man no doubt of high birth, and of a dynasty when Greek influence had scarcely begun to degrade the methods of embalming. When I saw these treasures of Madeleine"s and learned what they meant in her life, I said that no frame could have been more inappropriate for such a girl than such a "shrine."
Grace told me afterwards that she induced Maida to put on her dress again and come downstairs, only by a.s.suring her that "Poor Lord John was dreadfully hurt." That plea touched the soft heart; and my fifteen minutes of suspense ended with a vision of the White Rose Girl coming down the Odells" rather spectacular stairway, with Grace"s arm girdling her waist.
We were introduced, and Maida gave me a kind, sweet smile which was the most beautiful present I ever had. How it made me burn to know what her smile of love might be!
Supper was announced; indeed, it had been waiting, and we went into the oak-panelled dining-room where the girl was more than ever like a white flower seen in rosy dusk. At the table I could hardly take my eyes off her face. She was more lovely and lovable than I had thought in the theatre. Each minute that pa.s.sed, while I talked of indifferent things, I spent in mentally "working up" to the Great Request--that she would show her forgiveness by accepting my help. At last, after butler and footman had been sent out, and words came to my lips--some sort of inspiration they seemed--a servant returned with a letter.
"For Miss Odell, by district messenger," he announced, offering the envelope on a silver tray.
"Is there an answer?" Maida asked, her face flushing.
The footman replied that the messenger had gone; and with fingers that trembled, Maida opened the envelope. Quite a common envelope it was, such as one might buy at a cheap stationer"s; and the handwriting, which was in pencil, looked hurried. "I have to go to-morrow morning,"
the girl said simply. She spoke to Roger, but for an instant her eyes turned to me.
"Oh, darling," cried Grace, springing up as Maida rose, "it"s not fair--such short notice! Send word that you can"t."
"The only thing I _can"t_ do, dear, is to break my promise," the girl cut in. "I must go, and she asks me to travel alone to Salthaven.
That"s the nearest station for the Sisterhood House. She gives me the time of the train I"m to take--seven o"clock. After all, why isn"t one day the same as another? Only, it"s hard to say good-bye."
To leave my love thus, and without even the chance to win her, which instinct whispered I might have had, seemed unbearable. But there was no other course. She gave me her hand. "Could it be that she was sorry?" I dared ask myself. But before I had time to realise how irrevocable it all was, I stood outside Odell"s closed door. I stared at the barrier for a minute before getting into my car, and tried to make the oak panels transparent. "I won"t let her go out of my life like this," I said. "I"ll fight."
Before I"d reached my hotel I had thought out the first move in a plan of action. But maybe there is another thing I ought to mention, before I speak of that plan. Roger gave me, when I left him, an interesting description of an electrical contrivance by which he protected the chief treasure of his sister"s shrine from burglars. He insisted on giving me the secret in writing, also, because he would have to go away shortly, and wanted someone to know what to do "in case anything went wrong." The servants, though trustworthy, were aware only that such a protection existed and was dangerous to meddlers.
Consulting with West, the chauffeur, I learned that to reach Salthaven, Long Island (the nearest village to Pine Cliff), pa.s.sengers must change at Jamaica. I told him to get to that junction in the morning without fail, before the seven o"clock train was due, and we arranged to start even earlier than necessary, to allow for delay. In the hotel office I asked to be waked at five, in the unlikely event that I should oversleep, and was going to the lift when the clerk at the information desk called after me, "I believe, Lord John, a big box arrived for you.
It was before I came on duty, but you"ll find it in your suite."
Nothing seemed less important in that mood of mine, than the arrival of a box. I had ordered nothing, expected nothing, wanted nothing--except a thing it seemed unlikely I could ever have; so when I found no box in my bedroom or small sitting-room, I supposed that it--whatever it might be--would be sent next morning. Then I forgot the matter.
I wished to sleep, for I needed clearness of brain for my task. But sleep wouldn"t come. After I had courted it in the dark for a few minutes, I switched on the electric light over my bed, smoked a cigarette or two; and when my nerves were calmer, began studying Roger"s electrical invention as described in two doc.u.ments, a sketch of Miss Odell"s famous mummy-case, with the wiring attached, and a separate paper of directions how to set and detach the mechanism.
Suddenly, in the midst, a wave of sleep poured over me, sweeping me to dreamland. I have a vague recollection of slipping one paper under the pillow, and I must have dropped off with the other in my hand. I was seeing Maida again, asking her permission to keep the white rose, and receiving it, when some sound brought me back to realities. I sat up in bed and looked around the room, my impression being that someone had been there. Nothing was disarranged, however. All seemed as I had left it--except--yes, there was one change! My eyes fastened upon the shirt cuff on which I had written the licence number of the automobile.