But words would not come.
After a desperate moment the tension was relaxed. He turned on his heel.
"Well, I have warned you," he said, and strode heavily away.
The moment she ceased to hear his footsteps, Nina sank down into a chair and burst into tears.
VI
AN OFFER OF HELP
On the following morning Nina did not descend the stairs till she had heard the car leave the house. The strain of the previous night"s interview had told upon her. She felt that she had not the resolution to face such another.
The heat was intense. She remembered with regret that she had promised to attend a charitable bazaar in the City that afternoon. Somehow she could summon no relish either for that or the prospect of the theatre with Archie at night. She wondered whither her husband had proposed to take her, half wishing she had yielded a point to go.
She went to the bazaar, fully prepared to be bored. The first person she saw, however, was Archie, and at once the atmosphere seemed to lighten.
He attached himself to her without a moment"s delay.
"I say," he said, "send your car back! I"ll take you home. I"ve got my hansom here. It"s much more exciting than a motor. We"ll go and have tea somewhere presently."
Nina hesitated for barely a second, then did as he required.
Archie"s eyes were frankly tender. But, after all, why not? They had known each other all their lives. She laughed at the momentary scruple as they strolled through the bazaar together.
Archie bought her an immense fan--"to keep off the flies," as he elegantly expressed it; and she made a few purchases herself as in duty bound, and conversed with several acquaintances.
Then, her companion becoming importunate for departure, she declined tea in the hall and went away with him.
Archie was enjoying himself hugely.
"Now, where would you like to go for tea?" he asked as they drove away.
"I don"t care in the least," she said, "only I"m nearly dead. Let it be somewhere close at hand."
Archie promptly decided in favour of a tea-shop in St. Paul"s Churchyard.
"I suppose you have read the morning papers?" he said, as they sat down.
"I thought your husband had something up his sleeve."
"What do you mean?" queried Nina quickly. "No, I know nothing."
Archie laughed.
"Don"t you really? Well, he has made a few thousands sit up, I can tell you. You"ve heard of the Crawley gold fields? Heaven knows where they are, but that doesn"t matter--somewhere in Australia of course. No one knew anything about them till recently. Well, they were boomed tremendously a little while ago. Your husband was the prime mover. He went in for them largely. Everyone went for them. They held for a bit, then your husband began to sell as fast as he could. And then, of course, the shares went down to zero. People waited a bit, then sold--for what they could get. No one knew who did the buying till yesterday. My dear Nina, your husband has bought the lot. He has got the whole concern into his hands for next to nothing. The gold fields have turned up trumps. They stand three times as high as they ever did before. He was behind the scenes. He merely sold to create a slump. If he chose to sell again he could command almost any price he cared to ask. Well, one man"s loss is another man"s gain. But he"s as rich as Croesus. They say there are a good many who would like to be at his throat."
Nina listened with disgust undisguised on her face.
"How I loathe money!" she said abruptly.
"Oh, I say!" protested Archie. "You"re not such an extremist as that.
Think of the host of good things that can"t be done without it."
"What good things does he do?" she demanded contemptuously. "He simply lives to heap up wealth."
"You can"t say for certain that he doesn"t do a few decent things when no one"s looking," suggested Archie, who liked to be fair, even to those for whom he felt no liking. "People--rich men like that--do, you know.
Why, only last night I heard of a man--he"s a West End physician--who runs a sort of private hospital somewhere in the back slums, and actually goes and practises there when his consulting hours are over.
Pure philanthropy that, you know. And no one but the slummers any the wiser. They say he"s simply adored among them. They go to him in all their troubles, physical or otherwise. That"s only an instance. I don"t say your husband does that sort of thing. But he may."
Nina uttered her bitter little laugh.
"You always were romantic, Archie," she said. "But I"m afraid I"m past the romantic age. Anyhow I"m an unbeliever."
Archie gave her a keen look.
"I say--" he said, and stopped.
"Well?" Nina looked back at him questioningly.
"I beg your pardon," he said, colouring boyishly. "You won"t like what I was going to say. I think I won"t say it."
"You needn"t consider my feelings," she returned, "I a.s.sure you I am not used to it."
"Oh, well," he said. "I was going to say that you talk as if he were a beast to you. Is he?"
Nina raised her dark eyebrows and did not instantly reply. Archie looked away from her. He felt uncomfortably that he had gone too far.
Then slowly she made answer:
"No, he is not. I think he has begun to realize that the battle is not always to the strong."
Struck by something in her tone, Archie glanced at her again.
"Jove!" he suddenly said. "How you hate him!"
The words were out almost before he knew it. Nina"s face changed instantly. But Archie"s contrition was as swift.
"Oh, I say, forgive me!" he broke in, with a persuasive hand on her arm.
"Do, if you can! I know it was unpardonable of me. I"m so awfully sorry.
You see, I--"
She interrupted hastily.
"It doesn"t matter--it doesn"t matter. I understand. It was quite an excusable mistake. Please don"t look so distressed! It hasn"t hurt me much. I think it would have hurt me more if it had been literally true."