"Ye never told him ye were a highwayman?" he cried.
"Yes, I did. Why not?"
"Why not? Why not? G.o.d help us all! are ye daft, man? Do ye intend to tell every other person ye meet what ye are? Bedad, "tis mad ye are entirely!"
Carstares sighed.
"I was afraid you would not understand."
""Twould take a wizard to understand ye! Another chivalrous impulse, I doubt not?"
"Chiv-! No. It is just that I could not let him think me an honourable gentleman. He took it well, on the whole, and is now frigidly polite."
"Polite! I should hope so! The ould scarecrow, after ye"d saved his daughter on him, too! And "twas he made ye so furious?"
Carstares laughed.
"He and myself. You seehelectured meoh! quite kindlyon the error of my ways, andit hurt."
""Tis as well ye are coming to me then, the way things are with ye at present."
My lord opened his mouth to speak, encountered a fiery glance, and shut it again.
"Anything to say?" inquired O"Hara with a threatening gleam in his eye.
"No, sir," replied Jack meekly.
"Ye will come?"
"Please."
O"Hara sprang up joyfully.
"Good lad! Lud! but I was afraid at one timePut on your other boot while I go and look for that rascal of yours!" He hurried out of the room to find Jim, who, having foreseen the result of the contest, was already stowing the luggage away on the chaise.
Half-an-hour later, his adieux made, Jim and the baggage following, my lord rode out with O"Hara on his way to Thurze House.
For some time there was silence between the two men, with only a perfunctory remark or two on the fineness of the day and the freshness of the mare to break it. Carstares"
mind was, as his friend well knew, dwelling on all that he had left behind him. His parting with Diana had been quite ordinary, she at least making no sign that he was anything beyond a chance acquaintance; indeed, it had almost seemed to him that her att.i.tude was slightly aloof, as if she had drawn a little into herself. Her hand when he had kissed it had been lifeless and cold, her smile sweetly remote. He knew that he had held the hand a fraction of a minute longer than was strictly in accordance with the rules on good manners, and he feared that he had clasped it in most unseemly wise, pressing it hard against his lips. He wondered whether she had remarked it. He little guessed that long after he had ridden out of sight, she continued to feel that pressure. If he could have seen her pa.s.sionately kissing each finger separately for fear her lips might pa.s.s over the exact spot his had touched, his heart might have been lighter.
It was true that she had retired into her sh.e.l.l, a little hurt at what she termed his man"s blind obstinacy. She had laid her heart bare for him to read; she had offered herself to him as plainly as if she had spoken in terms less general than in the pleasaunce; she had fought desperately for her happiness, thrusting aside all thought of maiden modesty, and when she afterwards had realised what she had done, and tried to imagine what he must think of her, she had blushed dark, and mentally flayed herself for her lack of proper pride and manners. Terrified that he might think her immodest, overwhelmed with sudden shyness, she had been colder in her att.i.tude towards him than she had intended, even in her anxiety not to appear forward. But in spite of her coldness, how intensely had she hoped that he would sense her love and all that she wanted him to know!
Incomprehensible the ways of women!
Not endowed with feminine perspicacity or intuition, how could John hope to understand her dual feelings? He only knew that he had hurt her, and that she had drawn back that she might not lay herself open to more. He could not hope to understand her when she did not fully understand herself.
Reflecting on the swiftness with which love had come to them, he believed that with a like swiftness it might fade, at least from Diana"s memory. He told himself that he hoped for that end, but he was honest enough to know that it was the last thing in the world he wanted. The mere thought of Diana indifferent to him, or worse, another man"s bride, made him bite on his underlip and tighten his hold on the rein.
O"Hara cast many a surrept.i.tious glance at the stern young profile beside him, wondering whether his lordship would last out the tedious ride or no. He knew enough of Carstares" indomitable courage to believe that he would, but he feared that it would prove too great a strain on him in his present weakened condition.
Very wisely he made no attempt to draw Carstares out of his abstraction, but continued to push on in silence, past fields knee-deep in gra.s.s, soon to be hay, with sorrel and poppies growing apace, along lanes with hedges high above their heads on either side, over hill and down dalealways in silence.
Presently O"Hara fell a little to the rear that he might study his friend without palpably turning to do so. He thought he had never seen Jack"s face wear such a black look. The fine brows almost met over his nose with only two sharp furrows to separate them; the mouth was compressed, the chin a little prominent, and the eyes, staring ahead between Jenny"s nervous ears, seemed to see all without absorbing anything. One hand at his hip was clenched on his riding-whip, the other mechanically guided the mare.
O"Hara found himself admiring the lithe grace of the man, with his upright carriage and splendid seat.
Suddenly, as if aware that he was being studied, my lord half turned his head and met O"Hara"s eyes. He gave a tiny shrug and with it seemed to throw off his oppression. The frown vanished, and he smiled.
"I beg your pardon, Miles. I am a surly fellow."
"Mayhap your shoulder troubles you," suggested O"Hara tactfully.
"N-no, I am barely conscious of it. I"ve no excuse beyond bad manners and a worse temper."
From thence onward he set himself to entertain his friend, and if his laugh was sometimes rather forced, at least his wit was enough to keep O"Hara in a pleasurable state of amus.e.m.e.nt for some miles.
By the time they arrived at Thurze House, Carstares was suspiciously white about the mouth, and there was once more a furrowthis time of painbetween his brows. But he was able to greet my Lady O"Hara with fitting elegance and to pay her at least three neat, laughing compliments before O"Hara took him firmly by the arm and marched him to his room, there to rest and recover before the dinner hour.
Shortly after, Jim arrived, highly contented with his new surroundings, and able to give a satisfactory verdict on Jenny"s stalling. He had quite accepted O"Hara as a friend, after some jealous qualms, and was now well pleased that his master should be in his house instead of roaming the countryside.
At five o"clock, as the gong rang, my lord descended the stairs resplendent in old gold and silver tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs, determined to be as gay and light-hearted as the occasion demanded, as though there had never been a Diana to upset the whole course of a man"s life.
Not for nothing had he fought against the world for six long years. Their teaching had been to hide all feeling beneath a perpetual mask of nonchalance and wit; never for an instance to betray a hurt, and never to allow it to appear that he was anything but the most care-free of men. The training stood him in good stead now, and even O"Hara wondered to see him in such spirits after all that had pa.s.sed. Lady Molly was delighted with her guest, admiring his appearance, his fine, courtly manners, and falling an easy victim to his charm.
O"Hara, watching them, saw with content that his capricious little wife was really attracted to my lord. It was a high honour, for she was hard to please, and many of O"Hara"s acquaintances had been received, if not with actual coldness, at least not with any degree of warmth.
At the end of the meal she withdrew with the warning that they were not to sit too long over their wine, and that Miles was not to fatigue his lordship.
O"Hara pushed the decanter towards his friend.
"I"ve a piece of news I daresay will interest ye!" he remarked.
Carstares looked at him inquiringly.
"Ay. "Tis that his Grace of Andover has withdrawn his precious person to Paris."
Carstares raised one eyebrow.
"I suppose he would naturally wish to remain in the background after our little fracas."
"Does he ever wish to be in the background?"
"You probably know him better than I do. Does he?"
"He does not. "Tis always in front he is, mighty prominent. d.a.m.n him!"
My lord was faintly surprised.
"Why that? Has he ever interfered with you?"
"He has interfered with me best friend to some purpose."
"I fear the boot was on the other leg!"
"Well, I know something of how he interferes with d.i.c.k."
Carstares put down his gla.s.s, all attention now.
"With d.i.c.k? How?"
O"Hara seemed to regret having spoken "Oh, wellI"ve no sympathy with him."
"What has Tracy done to him?"
""Tis nothing of great moment. Merely that he and that worthless brother of his seek to squeeze him dry."
"Robert?"
"Andrew. I know very little of Robert."
"Andrew! But he was a child-"
"Well, he"s grown up now, and as rakish a young spendthrift as ye could wish for. d.i.c.k seems to pay their debts."
"Devil take him! Why?"
"Heaven knows! I suppose Lavinia insists. We all knew that "twas for that reason Tracy flung you both in her way."
"Nonsense! We went of our own accord. She had but returned from school."
"Exactly. And whose doing was that but Tracy"s?"
Carstares opened his eyes rather wide and leant both arms on the table, crooking his fingers round the stem of his wine gla.s.s.
"Do the debts amount to much?"
"I can"t tell ye that. "Twas but by chance I found it out at all. The Belmanoirs were never moderate in their manner of living."
"Nor were any of us. Don"t be so hard on them, Miles! . . . I knew, of course, that the Belmanoir estate was mortgaged, but I did not guess to what extent."
"I don"t know that either, but d.i.c.k"s money does not go to pay it off. "Tis all frittered away on gambling and pretty women."
My lord"s brow darkened ominously.
"Ye-s. I think I shall have a little score to settle with Tracy on that subjectsome day."
Miles said nothing.
"But how does d.i.c.k manage without touching my money?"
"I do not know." O"Hara"s tone implied that he cared less.
"I hope he is not in debt himself," mused Carstares, ""Tis like enough he is in some muddle. I wish I might persuade him to accept the revenue." He frowned and drummed his fingers on the table.
O"Hara exploded.
"Sure, "twould be like you to be doing the same. Let the man alone for the Lord"s sake, and don"t be after worrying your head over a miserable spalpeen that did ye more harm than-"
"Miles, I cannot allow you to speak so of d.i.c.k! You do not understand."
"I understand well enough. "Tis too Christian ye are entirely. And let us have an end of this farce of yours! I know that d.i.c.k cheated as well as you do, and I say "tis unnatural for you to be wanting him to take your money after he"s done you out of honour and all else!"
Carstares sipped his wine quietly, waiting for Miles" anger to evaporate, as it presently did, leaving him to glower balefully. Then he started to laugh.
"Oh, Miles, let me go my own road! I"m a sore trial to you, I know." Then suddenly sobering: "But I want you not to think so hardly of d.i.c.k. You know enough of him to understand a little how it all came about. You know how extravagant he was and how often in debtcan you not pardon the impulse of a mad moment?"
"That I could pardon. What I cannot forgive is his-unutterable meanness in letting you bear the blame."
"O"Hara, he was in love with Lavinia-"
"So were you."
"Not so deeply. With me "twas a boy"s pa.s.sion, but with him "twas serious."
O"Hara remained silent, his mouth unusually hard.
"Put yourself in his place," pleaded Jack. "If you-"
"Thank you!" O"Hara laughed unpleasantly. "No, Jack, we shall not agree on this subject, and we had best leave it alone. I do not think you need worry about him, though. I believe he is not in debt."
"Does he have fair luck with his racing and his-"
O"Hara smiled grimly.
"d.i.c.k is a very changed man, John. He does not keep racehorses, neither does he play cards, save for appearance"s sake."
"d.i.c.k not play! What then does he do?"
"Manages your estates and conducts his wife to routs. When in town," bitterly, "he inhabits your house."
"Well, there is none else to use it. But I cannot imagine d.i.c.k turned sober!"
""Tis easy to be righteous after the evil is done, I"m thinking!"
My lord ignored this remark. A curious smile played about his mouth.
"Egad, Miles, "tis very entertaining! I, the erstwhile sober memberwhat is the matter?