Richard hesitated and just then she came out from the winter-garden. She was wearing a pink linen morning gown and a floppy pink hat. She had a book under her arm and a parasol swinging from her fingers. When she saw Lane, she stared at him in amazement. He advanced a step or two towards her, his hat in his hand.
"I took the liberty of calling to see your father, Miss Grex," he explained. "As he was not at home, I ventured to enquire for you."
She was absolutely helpless. It was impossible to ignore his outstretched hand. Very hesitatingly she held out her fingers, which Richard grasped and seemed in no hurry at all to release.
"This is quite the most beautiful place I have seen anywhere near Monte Carlo," he remarked enthusiastically.
"I am glad," she murmured, "that you find it attractive."
He was standing by her side now, his hat under his arm. The butler had withdrawn a little into the background. She glanced around.
"Did my father ask you to call, Mr. Lane?" she enquired, dropping her voice a little.
"He did not," Richard confessed. "I must say that I gave him plenty of opportunities but he did not seem to be what I should call hospitably inclined. In any case, it really doesn"t matter. I came to see you."
She bit her lip, struggling hard to repress a smile.
"But I did not ask you to call upon me either," she reminded him gravely.
"Well, that"s true," Lane admitted, a little hesitatingly. "I don"t quite know how things are done over here. Say, are you English, or French, or what?" he asked, point blank. "I have been puzzling about that ever since I saw you."
"I am not sure that my nationality matters," she observed.
"Well, over on the other side," he continued,--"I mean America, of course--if we make up our minds that we want to see something of a girl and there isn"t any real reason why one shouldn"t, then the initiative generally rests with the man. Of course, if you are an only daughter, I can quite understand your father being a bit particular, not caring for men callers and that sort of thing, but that can"t go on for ever, you know, can it?"
"Can"t it?" she murmured, a little dazed.
"I have a habit," he confided, "of making up my mind quickly, and when I decide about a thing, I am rather hard to turn. Well, I made up my mind about you the first moment we met."
"About me?" she repeated.
"About you."
She turned and looked at him almost wonderingly. He was very big and very confident; good to look upon, less because of his actual good looks than because of a certain honesty and tenacity of purpose in his expression; a strength of jaw, modified and rendered even pleasant by the kindness and humour of his clear grey eyes. He returned her gaze without embarra.s.sment and he wondered less than ever at finding himself there. Her complexion in this clear light seemed more beautiful than ever. Her rich golden-brown hair was waved becomingly over her forehead.
Her eyebrows were silky and delicately straight, her mouth delightful.
Her figure was girlish, but unusually dignified for her years.
"You know," he said suddenly, "you look to me just like one of those beautiful plants you have in the conservatory there, just as though you"d stepped out of your little gla.s.s home and blossomed right here. I am almost afraid of you."
She laughed outright this time--a low, musical laugh which had in it something of foreign intonation.
"Well, really," she exclaimed, "I had not noticed your fear! I was just thinking that you were quite the boldest young man I have ever met."
"Come, that"s something!" he declared. "Couldn"t we sit down somewhere in these wonderful gardens of yours and talk?"
She shook her head.
"But have I not told you already," she protested, "that I do not receive callers? Neither does my father. Really, your coming here is quite unwarrantable. If he should return at this moment and find you here, he would be very angry indeed. I am afraid that he would even be rude, and I, too, should suffer for having allowed you to talk with me."
"Let"s hope that he doesn"t return just yet, then," Richard observed, smiling easily. "I am very good-tempered as a rule, but I do not like people to be rude to me."
"Fortunately, he cannot return for at least an hour--" she began.
"Then we"ll sit down on that terrace, if you please, for just a quarter of that time," he begged.
She opened her lips and closed them again. He was certainly a very stubborn young man!
"Well," she sighed, "perhaps it will be the easiest way of getting rid of you."
She motioned him to follow her. The butler, from a discreet distance, watched her as though he were looking at a strange thing. Round the corner of the villa remote from the winter-garden, was a long stone terrace upon which many windows opened. Screened from the wind, the sun here was of almost midsummer strength. There was no sound. The great house seemed asleep. There was nothing but the droning of a few insects.
Even the birds were songless. The walls were covered with drooping clematis and roses, roses that twined over the bal.u.s.trades. Below them was a tangle of mimosa trees and rhododendrons, and further below still the blue Mediterranean. She sank into a chair.
"You may sit here," she said, "just long enough for me to convince you that your coming was a mistake. Indeed that is so. I do not wish to seem foolish or unkind, but my father and I are living here with one unbreakable rule, and that is that we make no acquaintances whatsoever."
"That sounds rather queer," he remarked. "Don"t you find it dull?"
"If I do," she went on, "it is only for a little time. My father is here for a certain purpose, and as soon as that is accomplished we shall go away. For him to accomplish that purpose in a satisfactory manner, it is necessary that we should live as far apart as possible from the ordinary visitors here."
"Sounds like a riddle," he admitted. "Do you mind telling me of what nationality you are?"
"I see no reason why I should tell you anything."
"You speak such correct English," he continued, "but there is just a little touch of accent. You don"t know how attractive it sounds. You don"t know--"
He hesitated, suddenly losing some part of his immense confidence.
"What else is there that I do not know?" she asked, with a faintly amused smile.
"I have lost my courage," he confessed simply. "I do not want to offend you, I do not want you to think that I am hopelessly foolish, but you see I have the misfortune to be in love with you."
She laughed at him, leaning back in her chair with half-closed eyes.
"Do people talk like this to casual acquaintances in your country?" she asked.
"They speak sometimes a language which is common to all countries," he replied quickly. "The only thing that is peculiar to my people is that when we say it, it is the sober and the solemn truth."
She was silent for a moment. She had plucked one of the blossoms from the wall and was pulling to pieces its purple petals.
"Do you know," she said, "that no young man has ever dared to talk to me as you have done?"
"That is because no one yet has cared so much as I do," he a.s.sured her.
"I can quite understand their being frightened. I am terribly afraid of you myself. I am afraid of the things I say to you, but I have to say them because they are in my heart, and if I am only to have a quarter of an hour with you now, you see I must make the best use of my time. I must tell you that there isn"t any other girl in the world I could ever look at again, and if you won"t promise to marry me some day, I shall be the most wretched person on earth."
"I can never, never marry you," she told him emphatically. "There is nothing which is so impossible as that."
"Well, that"s a pretty bad start," he admitted.
"It is the end," she said firmly.