"What, my private address?"
"Yes, sir. Quite correct, sir. He showed it to me in her letter."
"It"s all because I gave her my private card by mistake," and Mr.
Stanley cursed a number of people and things under his breath.
"He asked plenty of questions, which I didn"t answer, more than I was in duty bound. But when he learned as you was a bachelor, sir, and the lady had been at your rooms last evening, he was that upset----"
The Secretary tilted his office chair back on its hind legs and gave vent to a long, low, meditative whistle.
"I explained to him that there was nothing to be displeased about; but he wouldn"t have none of it and said----"
"Yes, yes, what did he say?"
"He said a good many things, some of which I wouldn"t repeat, sir, not being respectful; but he asked for your official address, which I wouldn"t give him, and said as he"d call you out--and spoke of bringing suit--and called you--wel-l, most everything, sir."
"You need not particularise, Randell."
"No, sir."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, sir. Except to my mind, he didn"t seem really very much displeased over the matter."
Stanley grunted significantly. He thought he understood. Darcy could have wished for nothing better.
"I took the liberty, sir," continued the valet, serenely, "to bring your bag, ready packed, and your travelling rug and umbrella, thinking as you might be leaving town to-day, sir."
"Confound you, Randell, I believe you think me guilty after all."
"I thought as you were going to Mrs. Roberts" to-day, sir. You spoke of it to me a week ago, and had forgotten to give directions about your things, sir."
"Yes," said Stanley meditatively, and rang his bell. "John," he continued to the functionary who appeared, "did I send Mrs. Roberts of Roberts" Hall, Suss.e.x, a telegram this morning?"
"No, sir."
"Well, please wire her at once that I"ll arrive this afternoon. Leave in an hour. Is his Excellency disengaged?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thanks, that will do," and as John departed he added to Randell: "You might go ahead and reserve a corner seat in a first-cla.s.s carriage for me. Facing the engine. Liverpool Street--you know."
"Yes, sir."
"Where is Colonel Darcy?"
"Waiting at your rooms for an answer."
"Ah," said Stanley, "that gives me time to explain things to the Chief.
If Colonel Darcy is there when you return after seeing me off, tell him I don"t know anything about his wife, and if that isn"t good enough he can call on his Excellency. Say I"m away in the country for an indefinite time."
"Yes, sir."
"You don"t know where."
"Quite right, sir," and Randell departed for the station.
"Quite right!" groaned Stanley as he sought the Sanctum Sanctorum of the Legation. "I only wish it were!"
CHAPTER VIII
DIPLOMATIC INSTRUCTIONS
Mr. Stanley"s Chief was a grey, weazened little man, who had achieved distinction in diplomacy and in his country"s councils, largely on account of his infinite capacity for holding his tongue. As a result he let fall little and learned much. His reticence, however, was not the reserve of impotence, but the reserve of power.
On this occasion he was busy at his great desk, which occupied the centre of the room, and merely glancing up at his Secretary"s entrance, he resumed the piece of work on which he was engaged. Ten minutes later he put down his pen and gave his waiting subordinate an encouraging smile. It was his official permission to speak.
"I regret to say that I have got into a little sc.r.a.pe, sir, concerning which will you give me leave to clear myself?"
"Leave of absence or my approval, Mr. Stanley?"
"Both, your Excellency."
The Minister leaned back in his chair, rested his elbows on the arms, and bringing the first fingers of each hand together, held them at the level of his face and gazed attentively at their point of contact. It was a favourite att.i.tude which the Secretary understood, and he at once gave a concise account of all the circ.u.mstances concerning Madame Darcy.
The Minister heard him out in perfect silence, and after taking a moment or two to ponder over his words, remarked quietly:
"It"s a small world, Mr. Stanley."
"You mean the fact that Senor De Costa and my father were friends before they quarrelled, and that his daughter----"
"No, I do not mean that."
The Secretary thought it better policy not to ask what he did mean, though he much wished to know; and silence again reigned.
Presently the Minister sat up to his desk and ran his hand through the ma.s.s of papers upon it; finally unearthing one in particular, which he submitted to a careful scrutiny.
"Your report of your visit to the Foreign Office yesterday," he said--"a very important communication, Mr. Stanley."
If his Chief had a disagreeable trait, and he was on the whole an exceedingly amiable man, it was an a.s.sumed seriousness of speech and demeanour, which he intended for sarcasm, and which invariably misled his victims to their ultimate discomfiture.
Stanley, who was aware of this trait and not very proud of the report in question, hastened to disclaim any inherent excellence it might be supposed to contain.
"There"s nothing in it, your Excellency, except that remark about "parlous times.""