"His side is my side, and my side is his side;-you will be on our side?"
"I am not sure that I altogether follow you."
"You are the first I have told. When papa hears it is possible that there will be trouble,-as you know. He thinks so much of you and of your opinion; when that trouble comes I want you to be on our side,-on my side."
"Why should I?-what does it matter? You are stronger than your father,-it is just possible that Lessingham is stronger than you; together, from your father"s point of view, you will be invincible."
"You are my friend,-are you not my friend?"
"In effect, you offer me an Apple of Sodom."
"Thank you;-I did not think you so unkind."
"And you,-are you kind? I make you an avowal of my love, and, straightway, you ask me to act as chorus to the love of another."
"How could I tell you loved me,-as you say! I had no notion. You have known me all your life, yet you have not breathed a word of it till now."
"If I had spoken before?"
I imagine that there was a slight movement of her shoulders,- almost amounting to a shrug.
"I do not know that it would have made any difference.-I do not pretend that it would. But I do know this, I believe that you yourself have only discovered the state of your own mind within the last half-hour."
If she had slapped my face she could not have startled me more. I had no notion if her words were uttered at random, but they came so near the truth they held me breathless. It was a fact that only during the last few minutes had I really realised how things were with me,-only since the end of that first waltz that the flame had burst out in my soul which was now consuming me. She had read me by what seemed so like a flash of inspiration that I hardly knew what to say to her. I tried to be stinging.
"You flatter me, Miss Lindon, you flatter me at every point. Had you only discovered to me the state of your mind a little sooner I should not have discovered to you the state of mine at all."
"We will consider it terra incognita."
"Since you wish it." Her provoking calmness stung me,-and the suspicion that she was laughing at me in her sleeve. I gave her a glimpse of the cloven hoof. "But, at the same time, since you a.s.sert that you have so long been innocent, I beg that you will continue so no more. At least, your innocence shall be without excuse. For I wish you to understand that I love you, that I have loved you, that I shall love you. Any understanding you may have with Mr Lessingham will not make the slightest difference. I warn you, Miss Lindon, that, until death, you will have to write me down your lover."
She looked at me, with wide open eyes,-as if I almost frightened her. To be frank, that was what I wished to do.
"Mr Atherton!"
"Miss Lindon?"
"That is not like you at all."
"We seem to be making each other"s acquaintance for the first time."
She continued to gaze at me with her big eyes,-which, to be candid, I found it difficult to meet. On a sudden her face was lighted by a smile,-which I resented.
"Not after all these years,-not after all these years! I know you, and though I daresay you"re not flawless, I fancy you"ll be found to ring pretty true."
Her manner was almost sisterly,-elder-sisterly. I could have shaken her. Hartridge coming to claim his dance gave me an opportunity to escape with such remnants of dignity as I could gather about me. He dawdled up,-his thumbs, as usual, in his waistcoat pockets.
"I believe, Miss Lindon, this is our dance."
She acknowledged it with a bow, and rose to take his arm. I got up, and left her, without a word.
As I crossed the hall I chanced on Percy Woodville. He was in his familiar state of fl.u.s.ter, and was gaping about him as if he had mislaid the Koh-i-noor, and wondered where in thunder it had got to. When he saw it was I he caught me by the arm.
"I say, Atherton, have you seen Miss Lindon?"
"I have."
"No!-Have you?-By Jove!-Where? I"ve been looking for her all over the place, except in the cellars and the attics,-and I was just going to commence on them. This is our dance."
"In that case, she"s shunted you."
"No!-Impossible!" His mouth went like an O,-and his eyes ditto, his eyegla.s.s clattering down on to his shirt front. "I expect the mistake"s mine. Fact is, I"ve made a mess of my programme. It"s either the last dance, or this dance, or the next, that I"ve booked with her, but I"m hanged if I know which. Just take a squint at it, there"s a good chap, and tell me which one you think it is."
I "took a squint"-since he held the thing within an inch of my nose I could hardly help it; one "squint," and that was enough- and more. Some men"s ball programmes are studies in impressionism, Percy"s seemed to me to be a study in madness. It was covered with hieroglyphics, but what they meant, or what they did there anyhow, it was absurd to suppose that I could tell,-I never put them there!-Proverbially, the man"s a champion hasher.
"I regret, my dear Percy, that I am not an expert in cuneiform writing. If you have any doubt as to which dance is yours, you"d better ask the lady,-she"ll feel flattered."
Leaving him to do his own addling I went to find my coat,-I panted to get into the open air; as for dancing I felt that I loathed it. Just as I neared the cloak-room someone stopped me. It was Dora Grayling.
"Have you forgotten that this is our dance?"
I had forgotten,-clean. And I was not obliged by her remembering. Though as I looked at her sweet, grey eyes, and at the soft contours of her gentle face, I felt that I deserved well kicking. She is an angel,-one of the best!-but I was in no mood for angels. Not for a very great deal would I have gone through that dance just then, nor, with Dora Grayling, of all women in the world, would I have sat it out.-So I was a brute and blundered.
"You must forgive me, Miss Grayling, but-I am not feeling very well, and-I don"t think I"m up to any more dancing.-Good-night."
CHAPTER XI
A MIDNIGHT EPISODE
The weather out of doors was in tune with my frame of mind,-I was in a deuce of a temper, and it was a deuce of a night. A keen north-east wind, warranted to take the skin right off you, was playing catch-who-catch-can with intermittent gusts of blinding rain. Since it was not fit for a dog to walk, none of your cabs for me,-nothing would serve but pedestrian exercise.
So I had it.
I went down Park Lane,-and the wind and rain went with me,-also, thoughts of Dora Grayling. What a bounder I had been,-and was! If there is anything in worse taste than to book a lady for a dance, and then to leave her in the lurch, I should like to know what that thing is,-when found it ought to be made a note of. If any man of my acquaintance allowed himself to be guilty of such a felony in the first degree, I should cut him. I wished someone would try to cut me,-I should like to see him at it.
It was all Marjorie"s fault,-everything! past, present, and to come. I had known that girl when she was in long frocks-I had, at that period of our acquaintance, pretty recently got out of them; when she was advanced to short ones; and when, once more, she returned to long. And all that time,-well, I was nearly persuaded that the whole of the time I had loved her. If I had not mentioned it, it was because I had suffered my affection, "like the worm, to lie hidden in the bud,"-or whatever it is the fellow says.
At any rate, I was perfectly positive that if I had had the faintest nation that she would ever seriously consider such a man as Lessingham I should have loved her long ago. Lessingham! Why, he was old enough to be her father,-at least he was a good many years older than I was. And a wretched Radical! It is true that on certain points I, also, am what some people would call a Radical, -but not a Radical of the kind he is. Thank Heaven, no! No doubt I have admired traits in his character, until I learnt this thing of him. I am even prepared to admit that he is a man of ability,-in his way! which is, emphatically, not mine. But to think of him in connection with such a girl as Marjorie Lindon,-preposterous! Why, the man"s as dry as a stick,-drier! And cold as an iceberg. Nothing but a politician, absolutely. He a lover!-how I could fancy such a stroke of humour setting all the benches in a roar. Both by education, and by nature, he was incapable of even playing such a part; as for being the thing,-absurd! If you were to sink a shaft from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet, you would find inside him nothing but the dry bones of parties and of politics.
What my Marjorie-if everyone had his own, she is mine, and, in that sense, she always will be mine-what my Marjorie could see in such a dry-as-dust out of which even to construct the rudiments of a husband was beyond my fathoming.
Suchlike agreeable reflections were fit company for the wind and the wet, so they bore me company all down the lane. I crossed at the corner, going round the hospital towards the square. This brought me to the abiding-place of Paul the Apostle. Like the idiot I was, I went out into the middle of the street, and stood awhile in the mud to curse him and his house,-on the whole, when one considers that that is the kind of man I can be, it is, perhaps, not surprising that Marjorie disdained me.
"May your following," I cried,-it is an absolute fact that the words were shouted!-"both in the House and out of it, no longer regard you as a leader! May your party follow after other G.o.ds! May your political aspirations wither, and your speeches be listened to by empty benches! May the Speaker persistently and strenuously refuse to allow you to catch his eye, and, at the next election, may your const.i.tuency reject you!-Jehoram!-what"s that?"
I might well ask. Until that moment I had appeared to be the only lunatic at large, either outside the house or in it, but, on a sudden, a second lunatic came on the scene, and that with a vengeance. A window was crashed open from within,-the one over the front door, and someone came plunging through it on to the top of the portico. That it was a case of intended suicide I made sure,-and I began to be in hopes that I was about to witness the suicide of Paul. But I was not so a.s.sured of the intention when the individual in question began to scramble down the pillar of the porch in the most extraordinary fashion I ever witnessed,-I was not even convinced of a suicidal purpose when he came tumbling down, and lay sprawling in the mud at my feet.