"Yes," he said. Then, after a pause, "Why _doesn"t_ she go home? My patience gives out when I think of Mrs. Boyce."
"Oh! it isn"t Mrs. Boyce"s fault," said Lady Winterbourne, hopelessly.
"And I don"t know why one should be sorry for her particularly--why one should want her to change her life again. She does it splendidly. Only I never, _never_ feel that she is a bit happy in it."
It was Hallin"s cry over again.
He said nothing for a moment; then he forced a smile.
"Well! neither you nor I can help it, can we?" he said. The grey eyes looked at her steadily--bitterly. Lady Winterbourne, with the sensation of one who, looking for softness, has lit on granite, changed the subject.
Meanwhile, Marcella upstairs was walking restlessly up and down. She could hardly keep herself from rushing off--back to Brown"s Buildings at once. _He_ in the room while she was saying those things! Lady Selina"s words burnt in her ears. Her morbid, irritable sense was all one vibration of pride and revolt. Apology--appeal--under the neatest comedy guise! Of course!--now that Lord-Maxwell was dying, and the ill-used suitor was so much the nearer to his earldom. A foolish girl had repented her of her folly--was anxious to make those concerned understand--what more simple?
Her nerves were strained and out of gear. Tears came in a proud, pa.s.sionate gush; and she must needs allow herself the relief of them.
Meanwhile, Lady Selina had gone home full of new and uncomfortable feelings. She could not get Marcella Boyce out of her head--neither as she had just seen her, under the wing of "that foolish woman, Madeleine Winterbourne," nor as she had seen her first, on the terrace with Harry Wharton. It did not please Lady Selina to feel herself in any way eclipsed or even rivalled by such an unimportant person as this strange and ridiculous girl. Yet it crossed her mind with a stab, as she lay resting on the sofa in her little sitting-room before dinner, that never in all her thirty-five years had any human being looked into _her_ face with the same alternations of eagerness and satisfied pleasure she had seen on Harry Wharton"s, as he and Miss Boyce strolled the terrace together--nor even with such a look as that silly baby Betty Macdonald had put on, as she sat on the stool at the heroine"s feet.
There was to be a small dinner-party at Alresford House that night.
Wharton was to be among the guests. He was fast becoming one of the _habitues_ of the house, and would often stay behind to talk to Lady Selina when the guests were gone, and Lord Alresford was dozing peacefully in a deep arm-chair.
Lady Selina lay still in the evening light, and let her mind, which worked with extraordinary shrewdness and force in the grooves congenial to it, run over some possibilities of the future.
She was interrupted by the entrance of her maid, who, with the quickened breath and heightened colour she could not repress when speaking to her formidable mistress, told her that one of the younger housemaids was very ill. Lady Selina enquired, found that the doctor who always attended the servants had been sent for, and thought that the illness _might_ turn to rheumatic fever.
"Oh, send her off to the hospital at once!" said Lady Selina. "Let Mrs.
Stewart see Dr. Briggs first thing in the morning, and make arrangements. You understand?"
The girl hesitated, and the candles she was lighting showed that she had been crying.
"If your ladyship would but let her stay," she said timidly, "we"d all take our turns at nursing her. She comes from Ireland, perhaps you"ll remember, my lady. She"s no friends in London, and she"s frightened to death of going to the hospital."
"That"s nonsense!" said Lady Selina, sternly. "Do you think I can have all the work of the house put out because some one is ill? She might die even--one never knows. Just tell Mrs. Stewart to arrange with her about her wages, and to look out for somebody else at once."
The girl"s mouth set sullenly as she went about her work--put out the shining satin dress, the jewels, the hairpins, the curling-irons, the various powders and cosmetics that were wanted for Lady Selina"s toilette, and all the time there was ringing in her ears the piteous cry of a little Irish girl, clinging like a child to her only friend: "O Marie! dear Marie! do get her to let me stay--I"ll do everything the doctor tells me--I"ll make _haste_ and get well--I"ll give no trouble.
And it"s all along of the work--and the damp up in these rooms--the doctor said so."
An hour later Lady Selina was in the stately drawing-room of Alresford House, receiving her guests. She was out of sorts and temper, and though Wharton arrived in due time, and she had the prospect to enliven her during dinner--when he was of necessity parted from her by people of higher rank--of a _tete-a-tete_ with him before the evening was over, the dinner went heavily. The Duke on her right hand, and the Dean on her left, were equally distasteful to her. Neither food nor wine had savour; and once, when in an interval of talk she caught sight of her father"s face and form at the further end, growing more vacant and decrepit week by week, she was seized with a sudden angry pang of revolt and repulsion. Her father wearied and disgusted her. Life was often triste and dull in the great house. Yet, when the old man should have found his grave, she would be a much smaller person than she was now, and the days would be so much the more tedious.
Wharton, too, showed less than his usual animation. She said to herself at dinner that he had the face of a man in want of sleep. His young brilliant look was somewhat tarnished, and there was worry in the restless eye. And, indeed, she knew that things had not been going so favourably for him in the House of late--that the stubborn opposition of the little group of men led by Wilkins was still hindering that concentration of the party and definition of his own foremost place in it which had looked so close and probable a few weeks before. She supposed he had been exhausting himself, too, over that shocking Midland strike. The _Clarion_ had been throwing itself into the battle of the men with a monstrous violence, for which she had several times reproached him.
When all the guests had gone but Wharton, and Lord Alresford, duly placed for the sake of propriety in his accustomed chair, was safely asleep, Lady Selina asked what was the matter.
"Oh, the usual thing!" he said, as he leant against the mantelpiece beside her. "The world"s a poor place, and my doll"s stuffed with sawdust. Did you ever know any doll that wasn"t?"
She looked up at him a moment without speaking.
"Which means," she said, "that you can"t get your way in the House?"
"No," said Wharton, meditatively, looking down at his boots. "No--not yet."
"You think you will get it some day?"
He raised his eyes.
"Oh yes!" he said; "oh dear, yes!--some day."
She laughed.
"You had better come over to us."
"Well, there is always that to think of, isn"t there? You can"t deny you want all the new blood you can get!"
"If you only understood your moment and your chance," she said quickly, "you would make the opportunity and do it at once."
He looked at her aggressively.
"How easy it comes to you Tories to rat!" he said.
"Thank you! it only means that we are the party of common sense. Well, I have been talking to your Miss Boyce."
He started.
"Where?"
"At Lady Winterbourne"s. Aldous Raeburn was there. Your beautiful Socialist was very interesting--and rather surprising. She talked of the advantages of wealth; said she had been converted--by living among the poor--had changed her mind, in fact, on many things. We were all much edified--including Mr. Raeburn. How long do you suppose that business will remain "off"? To my mind I never saw a young woman more eager to undo a mistake." Then she added slowly, "The accounts of Lord Maxwell get more and more unsatisfactory."
Wharton stared at her with sparkling eyes. "How little you know her!" he said, not without a tone of contempt.
"Oh! very well," said Lady Selina, with the slightest shrug of her white shoulders.
He turned to the mantelpiece and began to play with some ornaments upon it.
"Tell me what she said," he enquired presently.
Lady Selina gave her own account of the conversation. Wharton recovered himself.
"Dear me!" he said, when she stopped. "Yes--well--we may see another act. Who knows? Well, good-night, Lady Selina."
She gave him her hand with her usual aristocrat"s pa.s.sivity, and he went. But it was late indeed that night before she ceased to speculate on what the real effect of her words had been upon him.
As for Wharton, on his walk home he thought of Marcella Boyce and of Raeburn with a certain fever of jealous vanity which was coming, he told himself, dangerously near to pa.s.sion. He did not believe Lady Selina, but nevertheless he felt that her news might drive him into rash steps he could ill afford, and had indeed been doing his best to avoid.
Meanwhile it was clear to him that the mistress of Alresford House had taken an envious dislike to Marcella. How plain she had looked to-night in spite of her gorgeous dress! and how intolerable Lord Alresford grew!
CHAPTER XII.