"Well, then, "Game.""
"Yes, miss, you"ve a look of her."
"Of course she has," said Mrs. Pocklington, "or Mr. George would never have made the mistake." Mrs. Pocklington liked George, and wanted to let him down easily.
"That"s all you can say?" asked Lord Tottlebury.
"Yes, sir; I mean, my lord."
"It comes to nothing," said Lord Tottlebury, decisively.
"Nothing at all," said George. "Thank you, Stubbs. I"ll join you and Mr.
Jennings in a moment."
"Good-bye, Mr. Stubbs," said Neaera. "I"m sure I should have known you if I"d ever seen you before."
Stubbs withdrew, believing himself to have received a compliment.
"Of course this ends the matter, George," said Lord Tottlebury.
"I should hope so," said Gerald.
George looked at Neaera; and as he looked the conviction grew stronger on him that she was Nelly Game.
"Mr. George Neston is not convinced," said she, mockingly.
"It does not much matter whether I am convinced or not," said George.
"There is no kind of evidence to prove the ident.i.ty."
Gerald sprang up in indignation. "Do you mean that you won"t retract?"
"You can state all the facts; I shall say nothing."
"You shall apologise, or----"
"Gerald," said Lord Tottlebury, "this is no use."
There was a feeling that George was behaving very badly. Everybody thought so, and said so; and all except Neaera either exhorted or besought him to confess himself the victim of an absurd mistake. As the matter had become public, nothing less could be accepted.
George wavered. "I will let you know to-morrow," he said. "Meanwhile let me return this doc.u.ment to Mrs. Witt." He took out Mrs. Horne"s letter and laid it on the table. "I have ventured to take a copy," he said. "As the original is valuable, I thought I had better give it back."
"Thank you," said Neaera, and moved forward to take it.
Gerald hastened to fetch it for her. As he took it up, his eye fell on the writing, for George had laid it open on the table.
"Why, Neaera," said he, "it"s in your handwriting!"
George started, and he thought he saw Neaera start just perceptibly.
"Of course," she said. "That"s only a copy."
"My dear, you never told me so," said Lord Tottlebury; "and I have never seen your handwriting."
"Gerald and Maud have."
"But they never saw this."
"It was stupid of me," said Neaera, penitently; "but I never thought of there being any mistake. What difference does it make?"
George"s heart was hardened. He was sure she had, if not tried to pa.s.s off the copy as an original from the first, at any rate taken advantage of the error.
"Have you the original?" he asked.
"No," said Neaera. "I sent it to somebody ever so long ago, and never got it back."
"When did you make this copy?"
"When I sent away the original."
"To whom?" began George again.
"I won"t have it," cried Gerald. "You shan"t cross-examine her with your infernal insinuations. Do you mean that she forged this?"
George grew stubborn.
"I should like to see the original," he said.
"Then you can"t," retorted Gerald, angrily.
George shrugged his shoulders, turned, and left the room.
And they all comforted and cosseted Neaera, and abused George, and made up their minds to let the world know how badly he was behaving.
"It"s our duty to society," said Lord Tottlebury.
CHAPTER VII.
AN IMPOSSIBLE BARGAIN.
"I should eat humble-pie, George," said Mr. Blodwell, tapping his eye-gla.s.ses against his front teeth. "She"s one too many for you."
"Do you think I"m wrong?"
"On the whole, I incline to think you"re right. But I should eat humble-pie if I were you, all the same."