"I should hate to see you become entangled."
"I"m sorry to disappoint you, but there"s not even the shadow of a chance of such an event coming to pa.s.s. Miss Fitzgerald and I are both philosophers in our way. We attend to the serious business of society when we are apart, and indulge in a little mild and harmless flirtation when we occasionally meet, quite understanding that it means nothing, and is merely a means of relaxation, to keep our hands in, as it were."
"You say that so glibly, that I"m sure you must have said it before.
It"s flippant, and, besides that, it"s not strictly true."
"Really!"
"Oh, excuse me if I"ve said anything rude, but this is a very, very serious matter, according to my way of thinking! and I do wish you"d consent to be serious about it just for once, won"t you, to please me?"
"Certainly, if you wish it, and I"m amazingly honoured that you should have spent so much of your valuable time over my poor affairs."
"That isn"t a promising beginning," she said reflectively, "for a man who has agreed to be serious; but really now, you must know that I"m distressed about you. Your attentions to this lady are the talk of London."
"I"ve told you," he replied, "that I"ve refused this invitation to the house-party. Isn"t that a sufficient answer, and won"t it set your mind at rest?"
"Ye-es. Would you object if I asked just one more question? If you think it horribly impertinent you"re just to refuse to answer it."
"Ask away."
"Had you, before refusing, previously accepted this invitation of Mrs.
Roberts?"
"Yes," he replied, a trifle sheepishly.
"Thanks, so much," she said, "I quite understand now."
"Then may we talk on some more congenial subject?"
"No, you must take me back to Mamma."
"What, was I only taken aside to be lectured?"
"Oh, no," she hastened to a.s.sure him, navely--it was her first season--"but we have been chatting already fifteen minutes, and that"s long enough."
"Oh, dear!" he said regretfully, "I thought I"d left Mrs. Grundy at the tea-table."
"You are so careless yourself that you forget that others have to be careful. Here comes Lieutenant Kingsland to my rescue. You would not believe it, Lieutenant," she continued, as that officer approached them, "this gentleman considers himself abused because I will not talk to him all the afternoon."
"I quite agree with him," said Kingsland, "not that I have ever had that felicity; it"s one of my most cherished ambitions."
"You"re as bad as he is; take me to Mamma, at once."
"I"ll take you to have some tea. Won"t that do as well?" and they moved away.
Ten minutes later the Secretary met the Dowager Marchioness of Port Arthur, who bore down on him at once.
"Mr. Stanley, have you seen my daughter?" she demanded. "I"m waiting to go home, and I can"t find her anywhere."
"The last I saw of her she was with Lieutenant Kingsland."
"Oh, you _have_ seen her this afternoon, then."
This last remark seemed tempered with a little disapproval.
"I had the pleasure of fifteen minutes" chat with her," continued the Secretary imperturbably. The Marchioness raised her eyebrows.
"At least she said it was fifteen minutes"--he hastened to explain--"it didn"t seem as long to me; then Lieutenant Kingsland arrived."
"I knew his mother," she said, "he comes of one of the best families in the land."
Most young men would have been crushed by the evident implication, but Stanley rose buoyantly to the occasion.
"He proposed----" he began.
The Marchioness started.
"To get her a cup of tea," continued the Secretary, placidly finishing his sentence.
"You may escort me to the tea-table," she replied, frigidly, and added: "We leave town to-morrow."
"Yes, I know," said her companion, as they edged their way through the crowd. "I"m invited myself."
"I should think you would find it difficult to attend to the duties of your office, if you make a practice of accepting so many invitations."
"Oh, I haven"t accepted," he returned cheerfully.
The Marchioness was manifestly relieved.
They had by this time reached the tea-table. Lady Isabelle was nowhere in sight.
"I do not see my daughter," said her mother severely. "You told me she was here."
"Pardon me, I told you that Lieutenant Kingsland offered to get her a cup of tea."
"Well."
"But they went in the opposite direction."
"I won"t detain you any longer, Mr. Stanley." The Dowager"s tone was frigid. "If my daughter is in Lieutenant Kingsland"s charge, I feel quite safe about her. She could not be in better hands."
The Secretary bowed and went on his way rejoicing, and his way, in this instance, led him to his lodgings.
"I wonder why she is so down on me and so chummy with Kingsland," he thought. "If she"d seen him on my launch on the Thames, she might think twice before entrusting her daughter to his charge. Well, it"s none of my business, any more than my affairs are the business of Lady Isabelle."
He was just a little annoyed at the persistency with which his friends joined in crying down a woman, who, whatever her faults might be, possessed infinite fascination, and was, he honestly believed, not half so bad as she was painted. He told himself that he must seek the first opportunity that circ.u.mstances gave him at Mrs. Roberts" house-party, to have a serious talk with Miss Fitzgerald and warn her, as gently as he could, of what was being said about her. Then he recollected with a start, that he had decided not to go, that he had promised to write a refusal and--no, that he had _not_ written. He would do so at once. His latch-key was in his hand.
He opened the door. There was his valet, Randell, standing in the hall, but with a look on his face which caused Stanley to question him as to its meaning, before he did anything else.