Robert Elsmere

Chapter 79

When the Misses Leyburn were announced, Rose, though the younger, came in first. She always took the lead by a sort of natural right, and Agnes never dreamt of protesting. To-night the sisters were in white.

Some soft creamy stuff was folded and draped about Rose"s slim shapely figure in such a way as to bring out all its charming roundness and grace. Her neck and arms bore the challenge of the dress victoriously.

Her red-gold hair gleamed in the light of Lady Charlotte"s innumerable candles. A knot of dusky blue feathers on her shoulder, and a j.a.panese fan of the same colour, gave just that touch of purpose and art which the spectator seems to claim as the tribute answering to his praise in the dress of a young girl. She moved with perfect self-possession, distributing a few smiling looks to the people she knew as she advanced towards Lady Charlotte. Any one with a discerning eye could have seen that she was in that stage of youth when a beautiful woman is like a statue to which the master is giving the finishing touches. Life, the sculptor, had been at work upon her, refining here, softening there, planing away awkwardness, emphasising grace, disengaging as it were, week by week, and month by month, all the beauty of which the original conception was capable. And the process is one attended always by a glow and sparkle, a kind of effluence of youth and pleasure, which makes beauty more beautiful and grace more graceful.

The little murmur and rustle of persons turning to look, which had already begun to mark her entrance into a room, surrounded Rose as she walked up to Lady Charlotte. Mr. Flaxman, who had been standing absently silent, woke up directly she appeared, and went to greet her before his aunt.

"You failed us at rehearsal," he said with smiling reproach; "we were all at sixes and sevens."

"I had a sick mother, unfortunately, who kept me at home. Lady Charlotte, Catherine couldn"t come. Agnes and I are alone in the world.

Will you chaperon us?"

"I don"t know whether I will accept the responsibility to-night--in that new gown," replied Lady Charlotte grimly, putting up her eyegla.s.s to look at it and the wearer. Rose bore the scrutiny with a light smiling silence, even though she knew Mr. Flaxman was looking too.

"On the contrary," she said, "one always feels so particularly good and prim in a new frock."

"Really? I should have thought it one of Satan"s likeliest moments,"

said Flaxman, laughing--his eyes, however, the while saying quite other things to her, as they finished their inspection of her dress.

Lady Charlotte threw a sharp glance first at him and then at Rose"s smiling ease, before she hurried off to other guests.

"I have made a muddle as usual," she said to herself in disgust, "perhaps even a worse one than I thought!"

Whatever might be Hugh Flaxman"s state of mind, however, he never showed greater self-possession than on this particular evening.

A few minutes after Rose"s entry he introduced her for the first time to his sister Lady Helen. The Varleys had only just come up to town for the opening of Parliament, and Lady Helen had come to-night to Martin Street, all ardour to see Hugh"s new adoration, and the girl whom all the world was beginning to talk about--both as a beauty and as an artist. She rushed at Rose, if any word so violent can be applied to anything so light and airy as Lady Helen"s movements, caught the girl"s hands in both hers, and, gazing up at her with undisguised admiration, said to her the prettiest, daintiest, most effusive things possible.

Rose--who with all her lithe shapeliness, looked over-tall and even a trifle stiff beside the tiny bird-like Lady Helen--took the advances of Hugh Flaxman"s sister with a pretty flush of flattered pride. She looked down at the small radiant creature with soft and friendly eyes, and Hugh Flaxman stood by, so far well pleased.

Then he went off to fetch Mr. Denman, the hero of the evening, to be introduced to her. While he was away, Agnes, who was behind her sister, saw Rose"s eyes wandering from Lady Helen to the door, restlessly searching and then returning.

Presently through the growing crowd round the entrance Agnes spied a well-known form emerging.

"Mr. Langham! But Rose never told me he was to be here to-night, and how _dreadful_ he looks!"

Agnes was so startled that her eyes followed Langham closely across the room. Rose had seen him at once; and they had greeted each other across the crowd. Agnes was absorbed, trying to a.n.a.lyse what had struck her so.

The face was always melancholy, always pale, but to-night it was ghastly, and from the whiteness of cheek and brow, the eyes, the jet-black hair stood out in intense and disagreeable relief. She would have remarked on it to Rose, but that Rose"s attention was claimed by the young thought-reader, Mr. Denman, whom Mr. Flaxman had brought up.

Mr. Denman was a fair-haired young Hercules, whose tremulous agitated manner contrasted oddly with his athlete"s looks. Among other magnetisms he was clearly open to the magnetism of women, and he stayed talking to Rose, staring furtively at her the while from under his heavy lids,--much longer than the girl thought fair.

"Have you seen any experiments in the working of this new force before?"

he asked her, with a solemnity which sat oddly on his commonplace bearded face.

"Oh yes!" she said flippantly. "We have tried it sometimes. It is very good fun."

He drew himself up. "Not _fun_," he said impressively, "not fun.

Thought-reading wants seriousness; the most tremendous things depend upon it. If established it will revolutionise our whole views of life.

Even a Huxley could not deny that!"

She studied him with mocking eyes. "Do you imagine this party to-night looks very serious?"

His face fell.

"One can seldom get people to take it scientifically," he admitted, sighing. Rose, impatiently, thought him a most preposterous young man.

Why was he not cricketing or shooting or exploring, or using the muscles Nature had given him so amply, to some decent practical purpose, instead of making a business out of ruining his own nerves and other people"s night after night in hot drawing-rooms? And when would he go away?

"Come, Mr. Denman," said Flaxman, laying hands upon him; "the audience is about collected, I think. Ah, there you are!" and he gave Langham a cool greeting. "Have you seen anything yet of these fashionable dealings with the devil?"

"Nothing. Are you a believer?"

Flaxman shrugged his shoulders. "I never refuse an experiment of any kind," he added with an odd change of voice. "Come, Denman."

And the two went off. Langham came to a stand beside Rose, while old Lord Rupert, as jovial as ever, and bubbling over with gossip about the Queen"s Speech, appropriated Lady Helen, who was the darling of all elderly men.

They did not speak. Rose sent him a ray from eyes full of a new divine shyness. He smiled gently in answer to it, and full of her own young emotion, and of the effort to conceal it from all the world, she noticed none of that change which had struck Agnes.

And all the while, if she could have penetrated the man"s silence! An hour before this moment Langham had vowed that nothing should take him to Lady Charlotte"s that night. And yet here he was, riveted to her side, alive like any normal human being to every detail of her loveliness, shaken to his inmost being by the intoxicating message of her look, of the transformation which had pa.s.sed in an instant over the teasing difficult creature of the last few months.

At Murewell his chagrin had been _not_ to feel, _not_ to struggle, to have been cheated out of experience. Well, here _is_ the experience in good earnest! And Langham is wrestling with it for dear life. And how little the exquisite child beside him knows of it, or of the man on whom she is spending her first wilful pa.s.sion! She stands strangely exulting in her own strange victory over a life, a heart, which had defied and eluded her. The world throbs and thrills about her, the crowd beside her is all unreal, the air is full of whisper, of romance.

The thought-reading followed its usual course. A murder and its detection were given in dumb show. Then it was the turn of card-guessing, bank-note-finding, and the various other forms of telepathic hide and seek. Mr. Flaxman superintended them all, his restless eye wandering every other minute to the farther drawing-room in which the lights had been lowered, catching there always the same patch of black and white,--Rose"s dress and the dark form beside her.

"Are you convinced? Do you believe?" said Rose, merrily looking up at her companion.

"In telepathy? Well--so far--I have not got beyond the delicacy and perfection of Mr. Denman"s--muscular sensation. So much I am sure of!"

"Oh, but your scepticism is ridiculous!" she said gaily. "We _know_ that some people have an extraordinary power over others."

"Yes, that certainly we know!" he answered, his voice dropping, an odd strained note in it. "I grant you that."

She trembled deliciously. Her eyelids fell. They stood together, conscious only of each other.

"Now," said Mr. Denman, advancing to the doorway between the two drawing-rooms, "I have done all I can--I am exhausted. But let me beg of you all to go on with some experiments amongst yourselves. Every fresh discovery of this power in a new individual is a gain to science. I believe about one in ten has some share of it. Mr. Flaxman and I will arrange everything, if any one will volunteer?"

The audience broke up into groups, laughing, chatting, suggesting this and that. Presently Lady Charlotte"s loud dictatorial voice made itself heard, as she stood eyegla.s.s in hand looking round the circle of her guests.

"Somebody must venture--we are losing time."

Then the eyegla.s.s stopped at Rose, who was now sitting tall and radiant on the sofa, her blue fan across her white knees. "Miss Leyburn--you are always public-spirited--will you be victimised for the good of science?"

The girl got up with a smile.

"And Mr. Langham--will you see what you can do with Miss Leyburn?

Hugh--we all choose her task, don"t we--then Mr. Langham wills?"

Flaxman came up to explain. Langham had turned to Rose--a wild fury with Lady Charlotte and the whole affair sweeping through him. But there was no time to demur; that judicial eye was on them; the large figure and towering cap bent towards him. Refusal was impossible.

"Command me!" he said with a sudden straightening of the form and a flush on the pale cheek. "I am afraid Miss Leyburn will find me a very bad partner."

"Well, now then!" said Flaxman; "Miss Leyburn, will you please go down into the library while we settle what you are to do!"

She went, and he held the door open for her. But she pa.s.sed out unconscious of him--rosy, confused, her eyes bent on the ground.

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