Lady Weybourne flopped down upon the divan and screamed with laughter.
"d.i.c.ky," she murmured, wiping her eyes, "tell me, is that why you are sitting there, looking as though you could see right into Heaven? Do you know that your face was one great beam when I came in?"
"Can"t help it," he answered contentedly. "I"ve spoken to her and she smiled."
Lady Weybourne opened her gold bag and produced a card.
"Well," she said, "here is another chance for you. Of course, I don"t know that it will come to anything, but you may as well try your luck."
"What is it?" he asked.
She thrust a square of gilt-edged cardboard into his hand.
"It"s an invitation," she told him, "from the directors, to attend a dinner at La Turbie Golf Club-house, up in the mountains, to-night. It isn"t entirely a joke, I can tell you. It takes at least an hour to get there, climbing all the way, and the place is as likely as not to be wrapped in clouds, but a great many of the important people are going, and as I happened to see Mr. Grex"s name amongst the list of members, the other night, there is always a chance that they may be there. If not, you see, you can soon come back."
"I"m on," Richard decided. "Give me the ticket. I am awfully obliged to you, Flossie."
"If she is there," Lady Weybourne declared, rising, "I shall consider that it is equivalent to one wheel of the coupe."
"Have a c.o.c.ktail instead," he suggested.
She shook her head.
"Too early. If we meet later on, I"ll have one. What are you going to do?"
"Same as I"ve been doing ever since lunch," he answered,--"hang around and see if I can meet any one who knows them."
She laughed and hurried off into the baccarat room, and Richard presently returned to the table at which the girl was still playing. He took particular care not to approach her, but he found a place on the opposite side of the room, from which he could watch her un.o.bserved. She was still standing and apparently she was losing her money. Once, with a little petulant frown, she turned away and moved a few yards lower down the room. The first time she staked in her new position, she won, and a smile which it seemed to him was the most brilliant he had ever seen, parted her lips. He stood there looking at her, and in the midst of a scene where money seemed G.o.d of all things, he realised all manner of strange and pleasant sensations. The fact that he had twenty thousand francs in his pocket to play with, scarcely occurred to him. He was watching a little wisp of golden hair by her ear, watching her slightly wrinkled forehead as she leaned over the table, her little grimace as she lost and her stake was swept away. She seemed indifferent to all bystanders. It was obvious that she had very few acquaintances. Where he stood it was not likely that she would notice him, and he abandoned himself wholly to the luxury of gazing at her. Then some instinct caused him to turn his head. He felt that he in his turn was being watched. He glanced towards the divan set against the wall, by the side of which he was standing. Mr. Grex was seated there, only a few feet away, smoking a cigarette. Their eyes met and Richard was conscious of a sudden embarra.s.sment. He felt like a detected thief, and he acted at that moment as he often did--entirely on impulse. He leaned down and resolutely addressed Mr. Grex.
"I should be glad, sir, if you would allow me to speak to you for a moment."
Mr. Grex"s expression was one of cold surprise, unmixed with any curiosity.
"Do you address me?" he asked.
His tone was vastly discouraging but it was too late to draw back.
"I should like to speak to you, if I may," Richard continued.
"I am not aware," Mr. Grex said, "that I have the privilege of your acquaintance."
"You haven"t," Richard admitted, "but all the same I want to speak to you, if I may."
"Since you have gone so far," Mr. Grex conceded, "you had better finish, but you must allow me to tell you in advance that I look upon any address from a perfect stranger as an impertinence."
"You"ll think worse of me before I"ve finished, then," Richard declared desperately. "You don"t mind if I sit down?"
"These seats," Mr. Grex replied coldly, "are free to all."
The young man took his place upon the divan with a sinking heart. There was something in Mr. Grex"s tone which seemed to destroy all his confidence, a note of something almost alien in the measured contempt of his speech.
"I am sorry to give you any offence," Richard began. "I happened to notice that you were watching me. I was looking at your daughter--staring at her. I am afraid you thought me impertinent."
"Your perspicuity," Mr. Grex observed, "seems to be of a higher order than your manners. You are, perhaps, a stranger to civilised society?"
"I don"t know about that," Richard went on doggedly. "I have been to college and mixed with the usual sort of people. My birth isn"t much to speak of, perhaps, if you count that for anything."
Something which was almost like the ghost of a smile, devoid of any trace of humour, parted Mr. Grex"s lips.
"If I count that for anything!" he repeated, half closing his eyes for a moment. "Pray proceed, young man."
"I am an American," Richard continued. "My name is Richard Lane. My father was very wealthy and I am his heir. My sister is Lady Weybourne.
I was lunching with her at Ciro"s to-day when I saw you and your daughter. I think I can say that I am a respectable person. I have a great many friends to whom I can refer you."
"I am not thinking of engaging anybody, that I know of," Mr. Grex murmured.
"I want to marry your daughter," Richard declared desperately, feeling that any further form of explanation would only lead him into greater trouble.
Mr. Grex knocked the ash from his cigarette.
"Is your keeper anywhere in the vicinity?" he asked.
"I am perfectly sane," Richard a.s.sured him. "I know that it sounds foolish but it isn"t really. I am twenty-seven years old and I have never asked a girl to marry me yet. I have been waiting until--"
The words died away upon his lips. It was impossible for him to continue, the cold enmity of this man was too chilling.
"I am absolutely in earnest," he insisted. "I have been endeavouring all day to find some mutual friend to introduce me to your daughter. Will you do so? Will you give me a chance?"
"I will not," Mr. Grex replied firmly.
"Why not? Please tell me why not?" Richard begged. "I am not asking for anything more now than just an opportunity to talk with her."
"It is not a matter which admits of discussion," Mr. Grex p.r.o.nounced. "I have permitted you to say what you wished, notwithstanding the colossal, the unimaginable impertinence of your suggestion. I request you to leave me now and I advise you most heartily to indulge no more in the most preposterous and idiotic idea which ever entered into the head of an apparently sane young man."
Richard rose slowly to his feet.
"Very well, sir," he replied, "I"ll go. All the same, what you have said doesn"t make any difference."
"Does not make any difference?" Mr. Grex repeated, with arched eyebrows.
"None at all," Richard declared. "I don"t know what your objection to me is, but I hope you"ll get over it some day. I"d like to make friends with you. Perhaps, later on, you may look at the matter differently."
"Later on?" Mr. Grex murmured.
"When I have married your daughter," Richard concluded, marching defiantly away.
Mr. Grex watched the young man until he had disappeared in the crowd.
Then he leaned hack amongst the cushions of the divan with folded arms.
Little lines had become visible around his eyes, there was a slight twitching at the corners of his lips. He looked like a man who was inwardly enjoying some huge joke.