"I"m afraid your intervention has come too late," said he, quietly.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Oh, it isn"t worth speaking about," said he. "The young gentleman went a little too far--he has got to be taught a lesson, that is all--"
"Oh, listen to him!--listen to his bloodthirstiness!" she exclaimed, in affected horror; and then she suddenly altered her tone. "Come, now, Mr.
Moore, you"re not seriously going to try to harm that poor boy! He is a very nice boy, as honest and simple-minded as you could wish. And such a pretty boy, too--no, no, it is quite absurd--"
"You are right there," said he. "It is quite absurd. The whole thing is absurd. But it has gone too far."
Here Miss Burgoyne was called.
"Will you leave it in my hands?" she said, leisurely rising from her chair, and tucking up her long train so that she might safely pa.s.s into the wings.
"Certainly not," said he. "You have no right to know anything about it.
The quarrel was forced upon me; I had no wish to harm your pretty boy, nor have I much now--except in trying to keep myself from being harmed.
But that is all over now; and this thing has to be seen through to the end now."
He held open the door for her; and then he accompanied her along the pa.s.sage and up the steps, until they were both ready for their entrance on the stage.
"Men are so obstinate," said she, with an air of vexation; "so obstinate and foolish. But I don"t care; I"ll see if I can"t get something done; I won"t allow two dear friends of mine to do anything so stupid if I can help it. Why, the idea!--getting into a quarrel with a harmless young fellow like that! You ought to have been kind to him for my sake--for he really is such a dear boy--so simple and good-natured--"
"_But where is Grace?_" said a voice out there in the wide ball-room; and as this was Miss Burgoyne"s cue, she tripped lightly on to the stage with her smiling answer: "_One kiss, papa, before the guests arrive._"
And, as it turned out, there was no further opportunity of talk that night between Miss Burgoyne and Mr. Lionel Moore.
But two days thereafter, and just as Lionel was about to go out for his morning ride, the house-porter brought him a card. It was Mr. Percival Miles who was below.
"Ask the gentleman to come up."
Here were the preliminaries of battle, then. Lionel had a vague kind of notion that the fire-eating youth ought not to have appeared in person--that he ought to have been represented by a friend; however, it was not of much consequence. He only hoped that there would be no further altercation or throwing of ink-bottles; otherwise he considered it probable that this interview would terminate in a more English manner than the last.
The young gentleman came in, hat in hand. He was apparently very calm and dignified.
"Mr. Moore," said he, slowly, as if he were repeating words already carefully chosen, "I am about to take an unusual course. I have been asked to do so--I have been constrained to do so--by the one person whose wish in such a matter must be respected. I have come to apologize to you for my conduct of the other day."
"Oh, very well," said Lionel, but somewhat coldly; he did not seem well satisfied that this young man should get off so easily, after his unheard-of insolence. Indeed, Lionel was very much in the position of the irate old Scotchwoman whose toes were trodden upon by a man in a crowd. "I beg your pardon," said the culprit. "Begging my paurdon "ll no dae," was the retort, "I"m gaun to gie ye a skelp o" the lug!"
"I hope you will accept my apology," the pale-faced young gentleman continued in the same stiff and embarra.s.sed manner. "I don"t know whether it is worth while my offering any excuse for what I did--except that it was done under a misapprehension. The--the lady in question seemed annoyed--perhaps I mistook the meaning of certain phrases she used--and certainly I must have been entirely in error in guessing as to what she wished me to do. I take the whole blame on myself. I acted hastily--on the spur of the moment; and now I am exceedingly sorry; and I ask your pardon."
"Oh, very well," Lionel said, though somewhat ungraciously. "But you see you are getting rather the best of this performance. You come here with a ridiculous c.o.c.k-and-bull story, you threaten and vapor and kick up mock-heroics, you throw a bottle of ink over a book belonging to a friend of mine--and then you are to get off by saying two or three words of apology!"
"What can I do more?" said the humble penitent. "I have tried to explain. I--I was as ready to fight as you could be; but--but now I obey the person who has the best right to say what shall be done in such an affair. I have made every apology and explanation I could; and I ask your pardon."
"Oh, very well," Lionel said again.
"Will you give me your hand, then?" Mr. Percival Miles asked; and he somewhat timidly advanced a step, with outstretched palm.
"That isn"t necessary," said Lionel, making no other response.
The fair-haired young warrior seemed greatly embarra.s.sed.
"I--I was told--" he stammered; but Lionel, who was now inclined to laugh, broke in on his confusion.
"Did Miss Burgoyne say you weren"t to come away without shaking hands with me--is that it?" he asked, with a smile.
"Y--yes," answered the young gentleman, blushing furiously.
"Oh, very well, there"s no trouble about that," Lionel said, and he gave him his hand for a second; after which the love-lorn youth somewhat hastily withdrew, and no doubt was glad to lose himself in the busy crowd of Piccadilly.
That same afternoon Lionel drove down to Sloane Street. He was always glad to go along and have a friendly little chat about musical affairs with the eagerly enthusiastic Nina; and, as this particular evening was exceedingly fine and pleasant, he thought he might induce her to walk in to the theatre by way of Belgrave Square and the Green Park. But hardly had they left the house when Nina discovered that it was not about professional matters that Lionel wanted to talk to her on this occasion.
"Nina," said he, with befitting solemnity, "I have great news for you. I am saved. Yes, my life has been saved. And by whom, think you? Why, by Miss Burgoyne! Miss Burgoyne is the protecting G.o.ddess who has s.n.a.t.c.hed me away in a cloud just as my enemy was about to pin me to the earth with his javelin."
"There is to be no duel, Leo?" she said, quickly.
"There is not," he continued. "Miss Burgoyne has forbidden it. She has come between me and my deadly foe and held up a protecting hand. I don"t know that it is quite a dignified position for me to find myself in, but one must recognize her friendly intentions, anyway. And not only that, Nina, but she sent me a bottle of lemonade yesterday! Just think of it!
to save your life is something, but to send you lemonade as well--that is almost too much goodness."
Poor Nina! If this careless young man had only looked at the address on the wrapper of the bottle he could easily have guessed whose was the handwriting--especially recognizable in the foreign-looking _L_ and _M_.
That timidly proffered little gift was Nina"s humble effort at compensation; and now he was bringing it forward as a proof of Miss Burgoyne"s great good-nature! And it was Miss Burgoyne who had intervened to prevent this absurd duel--Miss Burgoyne, who knew nothing at all about it until Nina told her! Nina, as they now walked along towards Const.i.tution Hill, was too proud to make any explanation; only she thought he might have looked at the address on the wrapper.
"Seriously," he said to his companion, "seriously, Nina, she has put me under a very great obligation and shown herself very magnanimous as well. There is no doubt she was offended with me about something or other; and she had the generosity to put all that aside the moment she found I was embroiled in this stupid affair. And, mind you, I"m very glad to be out of it. It would have looked ridiculous in the papers; and everything gets into the papers nowadays. Of course that young idiot had no right to go and tell her about the duel; but I suppose he wanted to figure as a hero in her eyes--poor devil! he seems pretty bad about her.
Well, now that her intervention has got me out of this awkward sc.r.a.pe, how am I to show my grat.i.tude to her? what do you say, Nina?"
But Nina had nothing to say.
"There"s one thing I can do for her," he continued. "You know how fond actors and actresses are of t.i.tled folks. Well, Miss Burgoyne is going down to Henley Regatta with a lot of other professionals, and I am going too, with another party--Lady Adela Cunyngham has got a house-boat there. Very well, if I can find out where Miss Burgoyne is--and I dare say she will be conspicuous enough, though she"s not very tall--I will take Lord Rockminster to pay his respects to her and leave him with her; won"t that do! They have already been introduced at the theatre; and if Rockminster doesn"t say much, I have no doubt she will chatter enough for both. And Miss Burgoyne will be quite pleased to have a lord all to herself."
"Leo," said Nina, gently, "do you not think you yourself have too much liking for--for that fine company?"
"Perhaps I have," said he, with perfect good-humor. "What then? Are you going to lecture me, too? Is Saul among the prophets? Has Maurice Mangan been coaching you as well?"
"Ah, Leo," said she, "I should wish to see you give it all up--yes--all the popularity--and your fine company--and that you go away back to Pandiani--"
"Pandiani!" he exclaimed. "Here"s romance, indeed! You want us both to become students again, and to have the old days at Naples back again--"
"No, no, no!" she said, shaking her head. "It is the future I think of.
I wish to hear you in grand opera or in oratorio--I wish to see you a great artist--that is something n.o.ble, something ambitious, something to work for day and night. Ah, Leo, when I hear Mr. Santley sing "Why do the nations"--when I see the thousands and thousands of people sitting entranced, then I say to myself, "There is something grand and n.o.ble to speak to all these people--to lift them above themselves, to give them this pure emotion, surely that is a great thing--it is high, like religion--it is a purification--it is--"" But here she stopped, with a little gesture of despair. "No, no, Leo, I cannot tell you--I have not enough English."
"It"s all very well," said he, "for you to talk about Santley; but where will you get another voice like his?"
"Leo, you can sing finer music than "The Starry Night,"" she said. "You have the capacity. Ah, but you enjoy too much; you are petted and spoiled, yes? you have not a great ambition--"
"I"ll tell you what I seem to have, though, Nina," said he. "I seem to have a faculty of impressing my friends with the notion that I could do something tremendous if only I tried; whereas I know that this belief of theirs is only a delusion."
"But you do not try, Leo," said this persistent counsellor. "No? life is too pleasant for you; you have not enthusiasm; why, your talk is always _persiflage_--it is the talk of the fashionable world. And you an artist!"
However, at this moment Lionel suddenly discovered that this leisurely stroll was likely to make them late in getting to the theatre; so that perforce they had to leave these peaceful glades of the Green Park and get into Piccadilly, where they jumped into a hansom-cab and were rapidly whirled away eastward.