"Has he not been in Naples as long as we have? He must have seen me in the streets. He saw Minnie."
"Do you think it likely that he would come to this house and slight you? If he had forgotten you he would not come here."
"Oh yes, he would. He comes to see Minnie. He knows I am here, of course. He doesn"t care one atom whether I make my appearance or not.
He doesn"t even give me a thought. It"s so long since _that time_ that he has forgotten even my existence. He has been all over the world since then, and has had a hundred adventures. I have been living quietly, cherishing the remembrance of that one thing."
"Ethel, is it not worth trying? Go down and try him."
"I can not bear it. I can not look at him. I lose all self-command when he is near. I should make a fool of myself. He would look at me with a smile of pity. Could I endure that? No, Kitty; my weakness must never be known to him."
"Oh, Ethel, how I wish you could try it!"
"Kitty, just think how utterly I am forgotten. Mark this now. He knows I was at _your_ house. He must remember your name. He wrote to me there, and I answered him from there. He sees you now, and your name must be a.s.sociated with mine in his memory of me, if he has any. Tell me now, Kitty, has he ever mentioned me? has he ever asked you about me? has he ever made the remotest allusion to me?"
Ethel spoke rapidly and impetuously, and as she spoke she raised herself from the sofa where she was reclining, and turned her large, earnest eyes full upon her friend with anxious and eager watchfulness.
Mrs. Willoughby looked back at her with a face full of sadness, and mournfully shook her head.
"You see," said Ethel, as she sank down again--"you see how true my impression is."
"I must say," said Mrs. Willoughby, "that I thought of this before. I fully expected that he would make some inquiry after you. I was so confident in the n.o.ble character of the man, both from your story and the description of others, that I could not believe you were right.
But you are right, my poor Ethel. I wish I could comfort you, but I can not. Indeed, my dear, not only has he not questioned me about you, but he evidently avoids me. It is not that he is engrossed with Minnie, for he is not so; but he certainly has some reason of his own for avoiding me. Whenever he speaks to me there is an evident effort on his part, and though perfectly courteous, his manner leaves a certain disagreeable impression. Yes, he certainly has some reason for avoiding me."
"The reason is plain enough," murmured Ethel. "He wishes to prevent you from speaking about a painful subject, or at least a distasteful one. He keeps you off at a distance by an excess of formality. He will give you no opportunity whatever to introduce any mention of me. And now let me also ask you this--does he ever take any notice of any allusion that may be made to me?"
"I really don"t remember hearing any allusion to you."
"Oh, that"s scarcely possible! You and Minnie must sometimes have alluded to "Ethel.""
"Well, now that you put it in that light, I do remember hearing Minnie allude to you on several occasions. Once she wondered why "Ethel" did not ride. Again she remarked how "Ethel" would enjoy a particular view."
"And he heard it?"
"Oh, of course."
"Then there is not a shadow of a doubt left. He knows I am here. He has forgotten me so totally, and is so completely indifferent, that he comes here and pays attention to another who is in the very same house with me. It is hard. Oh, Kitty, is it not? Is it not bitter? How could I have thought this of _him_?"
A high-hearted girl was Ethel, and a proud one; but at this final confirmation of her worst fears there burst from her a sharp cry, and she buried her face in her hands, and moaned and wept.
CHAPTER XII.
GIRASOLE AGAIN.
One day Mrs. Willoughby and Minnie were out driving. Hawbury was riding by the carriage on the side next Minnie, when suddenly their attention was arrested by a gentleman on horseback who was approaching them at an easy pace, and staring hard at them. Minnie"s hand suddenly grasped her sister"s arm very tightly, while her color came and went rapidly.
"Oh dear!" sighed Mrs. Willoughby.
"Oh, what _shall_ I do?" said Minnie, in a hasty whisper. "Can"t we pretend not to see him?"
"Nonsense, you little goose," was the reply. "How can you think of such rudeness?"
By this time the gentleman had reached them, and Mrs. Willoughby stopped the carriage, and spoke to him in a tone of gracious suavity, in which there was a sufficient recognition of his claims upon her attention, mingled with a slight hauteur that was intended to act as a check upon his Italian demonstrativeness.
For it was no other than the Count Girasole, and his eyes glowed with excitement and delight, and his hat was off and as far away from his head as possible, and a thousand emotions contended together for expression upon his swarthy and handsome countenance. As soon as he could speak he poured forth a torrent of exclamations with amazing volubility, in the midst of which his keen black eyes scrutinized very closely the faces of the ladies, and finally turned an interrogative glance upon Hawbury, who sat on his horse regarding the new-comer with a certain mild surprise not unmingled with superciliousness. Hawbury"s chin was in the air, his eyes rested languidly upon the stranger, and his left hand toyed with his left whisker. He really meant no offense whatever. He knew absolutely nothing about the stranger, and had not the slightest intention of giving offense. It was simply a way he had.
It was merely the normal att.i.tude of the English swell before he is introduced. As it was, that first glance which Girasole threw at the English lord inspired him with the bitterest hate, which was destined to produce important results afterward.
Mrs. Willoughby was too good-natured and too wise to slight the Count in any way. After introducing the two gentlemen she spoke a few more civil words, and then bowed him away. But Girasole did not at all take the hint. On the contrary, as the carriage started, he turned his horse and rode along with it on the side next Mrs. Willoughby. Hawbury elevated his eyebrows, and stared for an instant, and then went on talking with Minnie. And now Minnie showed much more animation than usual. She was much agitated and excited by this sudden appearance of one whom she hoped to have got rid of, and talked rapidly, and laughed nervously, and was so terrified at the idea that Girasole was near that she was afraid to look at him, but directed all her attention to Hawbury. It was a slight, and Girasole showed that he felt it; but Minnie could not help it. After a time Girasole mastered his feelings, and began an animated conversation with Mrs. Willoughby in very broken English. Girasole"s excitement at Minnie"s slight made him somewhat incoherent, his idioms were Italian rather than English, and his p.r.o.nunciation was very bad; he also had a fashion of using an Italian word when he did not know the right English one, and so the consequence was that Mrs. Willoughby understood not much more than one-quarter of his remarks.
Mrs. Willoughby did not altogether enjoy this state of things, and so she determined to put an end to it by shortening her drive. She therefore watched for an opportunity to do this so as not to make it seem too marked, and finally reached a place which was suitable. Here the carriage was turned, when, just as it was half-way round, they noticed a horseman approaching. It was Scone Dacres, who had been following them all the time, and who had not expected that the carriage would turn. He was therefore taken completely by surprise, and was close to them before he could collect his thoughts so as to do any thing. To evade them was impossible, and so he rode on. As he approached, the ladies saw his face. It was a face that one would remember afterward. There was on it a profound sadness and dejection, while at the same time the prevailing expression was one of sternness.
The ladies both bowed. Scone Dacres raised his hat, and disclosed his broad, ma.s.sive brow. He did not look at Minnie. His gaze was fixed on Mrs. Willoughby. Her veil was down, and he seemed trying to read her face behind it. As he pa.s.sed he threw a quick, vivid glance at Girasole. It was not a pleasant glance by any means, and was full of quick, fierce, and insolent scrutiny--a "Who-the-devil-are-you?"
glance. It was for but an instant, however, and then he glanced at Mrs. Willoughby again, and then he had pa.s.sed.
The ladies soon reached their home, and at once retired to Mrs.
Willoughby"s room. There Minnie flung herself upon the sofa, and Mrs.
Willoughby sat down, with a perplexed face.
"What in the world _are_ we to do?" said she.
"I"m sure _I_ don"t know," said Minnie. "I _knew_ it was going to be so. I said that he would find me again."
"He is _so_ annoying."
"Yes, but, Kitty dear, we can"t be rude to him, you know, for he saved my life. But it"s horrid, and I really begin to feel quite desperate."
"I certainly will not let him see you. I have made up my mind to that."
"And oh! how he _will_ be coming and calling, and tease, tease, teasing. Oh dear! I do wonder what Lord Hawbury thought. He looked _so_ amazed. And then--oh, Kitty dear, it was so awfully funny!--did you notice that other man?"
Mrs. Willoughby nodded her head.
"Did you notice how awfully black he looked? He wouldn"t look at me at all. _I_ know why."
Mrs. Willoughby said nothing.
"He"s awfully jealous. Oh, _I_ know it. I saw it in his face. He was as black as a thunder-cloud. Oh dear! And it"s all about me. Oh, Kitty darling, what _shall_ I do? There will be something dreadful, I know.
And how shocking to have it about me. And then the newspapers. They"ll all have it. And the reporters. Oh dear! Kitty, why _don"t_ you say something?"
"Why, Minnie dearest, I really don"t know what to say."
"But, darling, you must say something. And then that Scone Dacres. I"m more afraid of him than any body. Oh, I know he"s going to _kill_ some one. He is so big. Oh, if _you_ had only been on his back, Kitty darling, and had him run down a steep mountain-side, you"d be as awfully afraid of him as I am. Oh, how I _wish_ Lord Hawbury would drive them off, or somebody do something to save me."
"Would you rather that Lord Hawbury would stay, or would you like him to go too?"
"Oh dear! I don"t care. If he would only go quietly and nicely, I should like to have him go too, and never, never see a man again except dear papa. And I think it"s a shame. And I don"t see why I should be so persecuted. And I"m tired of staying here. And I don"t want to stay here any more. And, Kitty darling, why shouldn"t we all go to Rome?"
"To Rome?"