"It is certainly not pleasant," resumed the Dowager, ignoring his last remark, "to continue this conversation, and, were my late husband living, I should naturally have left the matter to him; as it is, my duty as a mother and my desire for dear Isabelle"s welfare bids me----"
"Really, your Ladyship, am I to understand you to imply----"
"I can only say that I have heard your name a.s.sociated with my daughter"s in a manner--that was not--quite as I could wish. Dear Lady Wintern, a woman most interested in the good of her friends, spoke to me herself, and of course you, as a man of honour and a gentleman----"
"As a man of honour and a gentleman, I deeply regret that anything in my conduct should have led to a misconception in regard to my relations with Lady Isabelle, and in the future----"
"In the future, Mr. Stanley, you will of course see little or nothing of my daughter--unless----"
She paused, and for a moment neither spoke. Then the Secretary, who, whatever else may be said of him, was not a coward, seeing what was impending, determined to face the situation and have it over as soon as possible.
"Am I to understand," he inquired, "that you"re asking me my intentions?"
Her Ladyship raised her eyebrows. If the French shoulder is expressive, the English eye-brow, feminine, speaks volumes.
"You do not make the situation easy for me," she replied. "Of course I speak only for myself. What my daughter may feel----"
"You don"t suppose," he exclaimed, "that Lady Isabelle really thinks----"
"I _know_, Mr. Stanley, that my daughter thinks nothing and does nothing that would not be proper in a young lady of her position."
"Then I"ve only to apologise," he said, rising, "for what you force me to believe is my fault, however unintentional." And, bowing gravely to her, he quietly left the room.
CHAPTER XVI
MAN PROPOSES
As he dressed for dinner that evening, Stanley was still smarting with irritation at the undeserved attack which had just been made upon him by the Marchioness, and which through no fault of his own placed him in an exceedingly unpleasant and awkward position towards her daughter. The sooner he proposed to Miss Fitzgerald, and their engagement was announced, the better for all parties concerned. So seeking to justify himself by force of circ.u.mstances, he threw prudence to the winds and determined to speak that very night.
If, however, his private affairs had progressed rapidly to a crisis, the official interests which, he a.s.sured himself, were the real cause of his presence here, had not progressed at all, and he seemed no nearer the solution of the mystery, and the apprehension of the conspirators, than when he arrived.
True, Lady Isabelle"s confession concerning Kingsland only served to strengthen his own conviction that the Lieutenant was Darcy"s confederate; but Darcy himself, the prime mover of the plot, had not as yet put in an appearance, and till he arrived there was nothing to be done but to watch and wait.
Five minutes later the Secretary had joined the party in the drawing-room just as dinner was announced, and to his utter consternation his hostess whispered to him:
"I am sending you down with Lady Isabelle. I hear you and she are great chums."
"Great chums!" Stanley was tempted to plead sudden indisposition, and have his dinner in his room. Then a remembrance of his recent interview caused a wave of adverse feeling to sweep over him. Yes, he would take down Lady Isabelle. Was he to be badgered out of his dinner because a designing old woman could not leave well enough alone?
He could not indeed resist casting a look of amused triumph at the Dowager as he pa.s.sed her with her daughter on his arm, but his conscience p.r.i.c.ked him nevertheless, for he felt that his presence must be distasteful to his fair companion. That she really cared for him at all he could not bring himself to believe in the light of their conversation on the walk. Still, her frankness might have been a.s.sumed through pique at unreturned affection, and with a desire born of pride, to blind him to the true state of her feelings. The more he thought of this the more uneasy he became, and he could not help noticing that she was much more pale than he had as yet seen her, and seemed singularly abstracted. Moreover, he was certain that she was incurring her mother"s displeasure, which would be to her a grave matter. He tried to make such atonement as lay in his power to make her feel at ease and to divert her mind. He told her his best stories, gave her his most brilliant conversation, but in vain. His endeavours fell hopelessly flat, and at last, after a dreadful pause, they spoke that which was in their hearts.
"Do you think it was nice of you to take me in to dinner?" she asked in that quiet conversational tone with which so many secrets have been told at dinners without arresting the attention of others.
"Really," he said, "I"d no option. Our hostess----"
"You managed to avoid it last night."
Stanley flushed.
"Do you mind so much?" he asked.
"Oh, no; but mamma."
"She didn"t show me much consideration the last time we met."
"I was very sorry for you," she replied, "but as it had to come I thought I was better out of the way."
"Do you mean to say that you deliberately left me to my fate?"
"You mustn"t be too hard on mamma. She wouldn"t have thought she was doing right if she had not spoken."
"But," he continued relentlessly, "you----"
"Oh! I----?"
"Yes, supposing I had--succ.u.mbed."
She paused a minute, and then looked shyly up at him.
"In that case," she began, when Mrs. Roberts rose, and gave the signal for the ladies to retire.
Stanley cursed the convention, yet perhaps it was fortunate, as the Dowager had been growing dangerously red and puffy in the face, owing to the fact that the two young people had, unconsciously, drawn closer together in the excitement of those unfinished words.
The cigars seemed interminable; but at last they were over, and the gentlemen were at liberty to seek the drawing-room.
There is generally a moment of indecision when the men come up from dinner. The ladies have appropriated the most comfortable and naturally the most isolated chairs, and their lords and masters huddle like sheep in the doorway, uncertain where to flee for refuge and the most desirable companion. The Secretary had studied this peculiarity of his s.e.x, and had learned to choose his goal beforehand. One glance showed him that Lady Isabelle was absent; either she had retired, her mother was quite capable of ordering her off to bed to keep her out of harm"s way, or else she was in the conservatory. He trusted that this last supposition was correct, and disappeared among the palms, when the Marchioness" attention was directed elsewhere.
"And in that case?" he said, as he stood beside her, recalling her last words at the table. "In that case?"
"In that case," she replied, flushing slightly, "I should probably have said something I might have regretted, had not Mrs. Roberts come to my rescue."
"And now?"
"Don"t be stupid, Mr. Stanley. Surely you know that any well-brought-up girl would always obey her mother--and--and you ought to see that this conversation is impossible."
"It"s certainly unique."
"Don"t you think we had better change the subject?"
"By all means, if you wish it, after I"ve asked you one more question. I trust you won"t think me rude to persist, but--do you care for me, Lady Isabelle?"
"As a friend, yes."
"But in no other way?"