"And--and Mr. Briston?"
"Oh, he"s all right, anyway," Hunterleys a.s.sured her. "His is the smaller part."
She breathed a little sigh of relief. They had reached the gate. She still had something to say. Below them flared the lights of Monte Carlo.
She looked down at them almost wistfully.
"Very soon," she murmured, "I shall know my fate. Sir Henry," she added suddenly, "did I see Lady Hunterleys to-day on the Terrace?"
"Lady Hunterleys is here," he replied.
"Am I--ought I to go and see her?" she enquired. "You see, you have done so much for me, I should like to do what you thought best."
"Just as you like, child," he replied, a little carelessly.
She clung to his arm. She seemed unwilling to let him go.
"Dear co-guardian," she murmured, "to-night I felt for a little time so happy, as though all the good things in life were close at hand. Then I watched you come up, and your step seemed so heavy, and you stooped as though you had a load on your shoulders."
He patted her hand.
"Little girl," he advised, "run away in and take care of your throat.
Remember that everything depends upon the next few hours. As for me, perhaps I am getting a little old."
"Oh, la, la!" she laughed. "That"s what Sidney says when I tease him. I know I am only the mouse, but I could gnaw through very strong cords.
Look!"
Her teeth gleamed white in the moonlight. He swung open the gate.
"Sing your way into the hearts of all these strange people," he bade her, smiling. "Sing the envy and malice away from them. Sing so that they believe that England, after all, is the one desirable country."
"But I am going to sing in French," she pouted.
"Your name," he reminded her, "that is English. "The little English prima donna," that is what they will be calling you."
She kissed his hands suddenly as he parted from her and swung off down the hill. Then she stood at the gate, looking down at the glittering lights. Would they shine as brightly for her, she wondered, in twenty-four hours" time? It was so much to strive for, so much to lose, so wonderfully much to gain. Slowly her eyes travelled upwards. The symbolism of those higher lights calmed her fear. She drew a great sigh of happiness.
"Felicia!"
She turned around with a soft little laugh.
"David!"
CHAPTER XIX
"TAKE ME AWAY!"
Richard presented himself the next morning at the Hotel de Paris.
"Cheero!" he exclaimed, on being shown into Hunterleys" sitting-room.
"All right up to date, I see."
Hunterleys nodded. He had just come in from the bank and held his letters in his hand. Richard seated himself on the edge of the table.
"I slept out on the yacht last night," he said. "Got up at six o"clock and had a swim. What about a round of golf at La Turbie? We can get down again by luncheon-time, before the people are about."
"Afraid I can"t," Hunterleys replied. "I have rather an important letter to go through carefully, and a reply to think out."
"You"re a queer chap, you know," Richard went on. "You always seem to have something on but I"m hanged if I can see how you pa.s.s your time here in Monte Carlo. This political business, even if you do have to put in a bit of time at it now and then, can"t be going on all the while.
Monte Carlo, too! So far as the women are concerned, they might as well be off the face of the earth, and I don"t think I"ve ever seen you make a bet at the tables. How did your wife do last night? I thought she seemed to be dropping it rather."
"I think that she lost," Hunterleys replied indifferently. "Her gambling, however, is like mine, I imagine, on a fairly negligible scale."
Richard whistled softly.
"Well, I don"t know," he observed. "I saw her going for maximums yesterday pretty steadily. A few thousands doesn"t last very long at that little game."
Hunterleys smiled.
"A few thousands!" he repeated. "I don"t suppose Violet has ever lost or won a hundred pounds in her life."
Richard abandoned the subject quickly. He was obliged to tell himself that it was not his business to interfere between husband and wife.
"Say, Hunterleys," he suggested, "do you think I could do something for the crowd on my little boat--a luncheon party or a cruise, eh?"
"I should think every one would enjoy it immensely," Hunterleys answered.
"I can count on you, of course, if I arrange anything?"
"I am afraid not," Hunterleys regretted. "I am too much engrossed now to make any arrangements."
"I"m hanged if you don"t get more mysterious every moment!" Richard exclaimed vigorously. "What"s it all about? Can"t you even be safe in your room for five minutes without keeping one of those little articles under your newspaper while you read your letters?" he added, lifting with his stick the sheet which Hunterleys had hastily thrown over a small revolver. "What"s it all about, eh? Are you plotting to dethrone the Prince of Monaco and take his place?"
"Not exactly that," Hunterleys replied, a little wearily. "Lane, old fellow, you"re much better off not to know too much. I have told you that there"s a kind of international conference going on about here and I"ve sort of been pitchforked into the affair. Over in your country you don"t know much about this sort of thing, but since I"ve been out of harness I"ve done a good deal of what really amounts to Secret Service work. One must serve one"s country somehow or other, you know, if one gets the chance."
Richard was impressed.
"Gee!" he exclaimed. "The sort of thing that one reads about, eh, and only half believes. Who"s the French Johnny who arrived last night?"
"Douaille. He"s the coming President, they say. I"m thinking of paying him a visit of ceremony this afternoon."
There was a knock at the door. A waiter entered with a note upon a salver.
"From Madame, monsieur," he announced, presenting it to Hunterleys.