"I never refuse. I always accept the cup--and put it down somewhere."
"For another guest to knock over. You"re a hardened reprobate, but this time you shall not escape. You know Miss Campbell, who is pouring tea for me this afternoon? No? Then I"ll introduce you. Miss Campbell, this is Secretary Stanley, a member of the Diplomatic Corps, who has just confessed to me that he habitually eludes the trustful hostess and the proffered tea. You"ll give him a cup and see that he drinks it before he leaves the room," and the vivacious little woman departed, leaving him no alternative but to accept his fate meekly.
"How do you like your tea?" inquired Miss Campbell, a young lady deft of hand, but with few ideas.
"Lemon and no sugar."
"How nasty! But then, I forgot you never really drink it, Lady Rainsford says. But this time----"
"This time," he replied, "I"m a lamb led to the slaughter."
Miss Campbell said, "Really?" Then there followed an awkward silence.
Looking around for some means of escape, he saw a face in the crowd, that caused him to start, so utterly unexpected and out of place did it seem, considering what he had heard that afternoon. It was the face of Colonel Darcy.
He did not think the man knew him, and for obvious reasons he did not care to be introduced; so he turned again to Miss Campbell, who, seeing no alternative, rose to the occasion and continued the conversation by remarking:--
"Is it true that you go to such an enormous number of teas? What do you find to talk about?"
"Oh, I don"t find much. I talk about the same thing at every tea. If you meet other people it makes no difference."
"How clever of you!"
"On the contrary it"s simply dulness, and because I"m lazy--I----" but he left his sentence unfinished, for Miss Campbell"s attention was palpably wavering, and her glance spoke of approaching deliverance. He looked over his shoulder to see Darcy advancing with Lieutenant Kingsland.
The two officers had met in the crush a few minutes before, and the Colonel had lost no time in taking Kingsland to task for his stupidity of the past night.
"I"m no end sorry," the Lieutenant said, in very apologetic tones.
"That doesn"t give me my letter," growled the Colonel.
"I know I"m an awful duffer," a.s.sented Kingsland, "but when he came up behind me and asked questions about it, I was so staggered I let him take it right out of my hands. It wasn"t addressed, you know, and I naturally couldn"t say who gave it to me."
"I should hope not indeed."
"Well, what shall I do--ask him for it?"
"No, no, leave it alone; you"ve blundered enough. You all meet at a country house to-morrow."
"Yes."
"Well, trust its recovery to her; she"ll get it, if he has it with him.
If he leaves it behind in London so much the easier for me."
"But I thought you were coming down----"
"You think a great deal too much, and your actions are----"
"Sh!" whispered the Lieutenant, laying his hand on Darcy"s arm. "He"s looking our way, he"ll hear us."
Stanley had not caught a word of the previous conversation, but a whisper sometimes carries much farther than the ordinary tones of the voice, and he heard the caution and saw the gesture which accompanied it, very distinctly.
The Colonel and the Lieutenant were close upon him by this time, and Stanley, who had no wish to be recognised, began to move off, and disappeared in the crowd, determined to make the best of his way to the door. He was terribly bored.
He was not destined to escape quite so easily, however, for Lady Isabelle McLane sighted him in transit, and in a moment more had drawn him into a protecting corner with two seats, and settled down to a serious conversation.
"I hear you"re going down to the Roberts"," she said; "I"m invited too."
"Then I"m all the more sorry that I"m not to be there," he replied.
"You surprise me; I supposed your acceptance was of some standing. I hope there"s nothing wrong, that your chief hasn"t forgotten his position, and turned fractious?"
"Oh, no, my chief behaves very well," Stanley hastened to a.s.sure her, "but the fact is--I, well, I don"t find it convenient."
"Or, in other words, you"ve some reason for not wanting to go."
He a.s.sented, having learned by long and bitter experience, that when a woman makes up her mind to exert her faculties of instinct, it is easier by far to acquiesce at once in any conclusion to which she may have jumped, however erroneous.
"Will you be shocked if I say I"m glad of it?"
The Secretary shrugged his shoulders; he thought he knew what was coming.
"It certainly isn"t complimentary to me," he replied; "but you"ve always exercised the prerogative of a friend to tell disagreeable truths."
"Now, that"s very unkind, Mr. Stanley. I"m sure I only do it for your good."
"My dear Lady Isabelle, if you"ll allow a man who is older than your charming self, and who has seen more of the world than I hope you"ll ever do----"
"To tell a disagreeable truth?" she queried, filling out the sentence, as pique prompted her.
"To make a suggestion."
"It"s the same thing. Go on."
"It"s merely this. That you"ll never achieve a great social success till you"ve realised that the well-being of your friends is your least important consideration."
"Dear me, Mr. Secretary, I had no idea you were so tender in regard to Miss Fitzgerald."
"Who said anything about Miss Fitzgerald?"
"I did. I don"t suppose you knew she was to be at Roberts" Hall."
"Certainly I know it. That is the very reason why I"m not going."
"I"m unfeignedly rejoiced. I"ve watched your progress in London with much interest, and believe me, Miss Fitzgerald is a stumbling-block in your path."
"All my friends, all the people who have my good at heart," he replied a trifle testily, "seem to think it their duty to warn me against Miss Fitzgerald."