CHAPTER XXI
A BLUE CLOAK AND A SCARLET
When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master; Of more than common friendliness When first we met we did not guess-- Who could foretell this sore distress-- This irretrievable disaster When first we met? We did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
--Robert Bridges.
Miss Pat asked me to dine at St. Agatha"s that night. The message came unexpectedly--a line on one of those quaint visiting-cards of hers, brought by the gardener; and when I had penned my acceptance I at once sent the following message by Ijima to the boat-maker"s house at Red Gate:
To Rosalind at Red Gate:
It is important for you to appear with me at the Port Annandale casino to-night, and to meet Reginald Gillespie there. He is pledged to refer in no way to family affairs. It he should attempt to, you need only remind him of his promise. He will imagine that you are some one else, so please be careful not to tax his imagination too far. There is much at stake which I will explain later. You are to refuse nothing that he may offer you. I shall come into the creek with the launch and call for you at Red Gate.
THE IRISHMAN AT GLENARM.
The casino dances are very informal. A plain white gown and a few ribbons. But don"t omit your emerald.
I was not sure where this project would lead me, but I committed myself to it with a fair conscience. I reached St. Agatha"s just as dinner was announced and we went out at once to the small dining-room used by the Sister in charge during vacation, where I faced Miss Pat, with Helen on one hand and Sister Margaret on the other. They were all in good humor, even Sister Margaret proving less austere than usual, and it is not too much to say that we were a merry party. Helen led me with a particular intention to talk of Irish affairs, and avowed her own unbelief in the capacity of the Irish for self-government.
"Now, Helen!" admonished Miss Pat, as our debate waxed warm.
"Oh, do not spare me! I could not be shot to pieces in a better cause!"
"The trouble with you people," declared Helen with finality, "is that you have no staying qualities. The smashing of a few heads occasionally satisfies your islanders, then down go the necks beneath the yoke. You are incapable of prolonged war. Now even the Cubans did better; you must admit that, Mr. Donovan!"
She met my eyes with a challenge. There was no question as to the animus of the discussion: she wished me to understand that there was war between us, and that with no great faith in my wit or powers of endurance she was setting herself confidently to the business of defeating my purposes. And I must confess that I liked it in her!
"If we had you for an advocate our flag would undoubtedly rule the seas, Miss Holbrook!"
"I dip my colors," she replied, "only to the long-enduring, not to the valiant alone!"
"A lady of high renown," I mused aloud, while Miss Pat poured the coffee, "a lady of your own name, was once more or less responsible for a little affair that lasted ten years about the walls of a six-gated city."
"I wasn"t named for _her_! No sugar to-night, please, Aunt Pat!"
I stood with her presently by an open window of the parlor, looking out upon the night. Sister Margaret had vanished about her household duties; Miss Pat had taken up a book with the rather obvious intention of leaving us to ourselves. I expected to start at eight for my rendezvous at Red Gate, and my ear was alert to the chiming of the chapel clock. The gardener had begun his evening rounds, and paused in the walk beneath us.
"Don"t you think," asked Helen, "that the guard is rather ridiculous?"
"Yes, but it pleases my medieval instincts to imagine that you need defenders. In the absence of a moat the gardener combines in himself all the apparatus of defense. Ijima is his Asiatic ally."
"And you, I suppose, are the grand strategist and field marshal."
"At least that!"
"After this morning I never expected to ask a favor of you; but if, in my humblest tone--"
"Certainly. Anything within reason."
"I want you to take me to the casino to-night to the dance. I"m tired of being cooped up here. I want to hear music and see new faces."
"Do pardon me for not having thought of it before! They dance over there every Wednesday and Sat.u.r.day night. I"m sorry that to-night I have an engagement, but won"t you allow me on Sat.u.r.day?"
She was resting her arms on the high sill, gazing out upon the lake. I stood near, watching her, and as she sighed deeply my heart ached for her; but in a moment she turned her head swiftly with mischief laughing in her eyes.
"You have really refused! You have positively declined! You plead another engagement! This is a place where one"s engagements are burdensome."
"This one happens to be important."
She turned round with her back to the window.
"We are eternal foes; we are fighting it out to a finish; and it is better that way. But, Mr. Donovan, I haven"t played all my cards yet."
"I look upon you as a resourceful person and I shall be prepared for the worst. Shall we say Sat.u.r.day night for the dance?"
"No!" she exclaimed, tossing her head. "And let me have the satisfaction of telling you that I could not have gone with you to-night anyhow. Good-by."
I found Ijima ready with the launch at Glenarm pier, and, after a swift flight to the Tippecanoe, knocked at the door of Red Gate. Arthur Holbrook admitted me, and led the way to the room where, as his captive, I had first talked with him.
"We have met before," he said, smiling. "I thought you were an enemy at that time. Now I believe I may count you a friend."
"Yes; I should like to prove myself your friend, Mr. Holbrook."
"Thank you," he said simply; and we shook hands. "You have taken an interest in my affairs, so my daughter tells me. She is very dear to me--she is all I have left; you can understand that I wish to avoid involving her in these family difficulties."
"I would cut off my right hand before I would risk injuring you or her, Mr. Holbrook," I replied earnestly. "You have a right to know why I wish her to visit the casino with me to-night. I know what she does not know, what only two other people know; I know why you are here."
"I am very sorry; I regret it very much," he said without surprise but with deep feeling. The jauntiness with which he carried off our first interview was gone; he seemed older, and there was no mistaking the trouble and anxiety in his eyes. He would have said more, but I interrupted him.
"As far as I am concerned no one else shall ever know. The persons who know the truth about you are your brother and yourself. Strangely enough, Reginald Gillespie does not know. Your sister has not the slightest idea of it. Your daughter, I a.s.sume, has no notion of it--"
"No! no!" he exclaimed eagerly. "She has not known; she has believed what I have told her; and now she must never know how stupid, how mad, I have been."
"To-night," I said, "your daughter and I will gain possession of the forged notes. Gillespie will give them to her; and I should like to hold them for a day or two."
He was pacing the floor and at this wheeled upon me with doubt and suspicion clearly written on his face.
"But I don"t see how you can manage it!"
"Mr. Gillespie is infatuated with your niece."
"With Helen, who is with my sister at St. Agatha"s."
"I have promised Gillespie that he shall see her to-night at the casino dance. Your sister is very bitter against him and he is mortally afraid of her."
"His father really acted very decently, when you know the truth. But I don"t see how this is to be managed. I should like to possess myself of those papers, but not at too great a cost. More for Rosalind"s sake than my own now, I should have them."