"Hey? What"s that you say?"
"Nought. When you have quite finished your eulogy, perhaps you would consent to tell me your errand?"
"Oh, ay!but twenty shillings the pair! Think of it! . . . Well, the pointthere is one, you seeis this: it is Richard"s desire that you honour him with your presence at Wyncham on Friday week, at three in the afternoon exactly. To which effect he sends you this." He tossed a letter on to the desk. "You are like to have the felicity of meeting me there."
Tracy ripped open the packet and spread the single sheet on the desk before him. He read it through very deliberately, turned it over, as if in search of more, re-read it, folded it, and dropped it into the wastebasket at his side. He then picked up his quill and dipped it in the ink again.
"What think you?" demanded Andrew, impatiently.
His Grace wrote tranquilly on to the end of the line.
"What think I of what?"
"Why, the letter, of course! What ails the man? "Something of great import to impart to us," forsooth! What means he?"
"Yes, I noticed "twas very badly worded," commented Tracy. "I have not the vaguest notion as to his meaning."
"But what do you make of it? Lord, Tracy, don"t be such a fish! d.i.c.k is summoning quite a party!"
"You appear to be in his confidence, my dear Andrew. Allow me to congratulate you.
No doubt we shall know moreahon Friday week, at three o"clock."
"Oh, you"ll go, then?"
"Quite possibly." He went on writing unconcernedly.
"And you"ve no idea of what "tis about? d.i.c.k is very strange. He hardly listens to what one has to say, and fidgetLord!"
"Ah!"
"I think he looks ill, an" "pon my soul, so does Lavvy! Do you suppose there is aught amiss?"
"I really have no idea. Pray do not let me detain you."
Andrew hoisted himself out of his chair.
"Oh, I"m not staying, never fear! . . . I suppose you cannot oblige me withsayfifty guineas?"
"I should be loth to upset your suppositions," replied his Grace sweetly.
"You will not? Well; I didn"t think you would somehow! But I wish you might contrive to let me have it, Tracy. I"ve had prodigious ill-luck of late, and the Lord knows "tis not much I get from you! I don"t want to ask d.i.c.k again."
"I should not let the performance grow monotonous, certainly," agreed the other. "Fifty, you said?"
"Forty-five would suffice."
"Oh, you may have it!" shrugged his Grace. "At once?"
"Blister me, but that"s devilish good of you, Tracy! At once would be convenient to me! "
His Grace produced a key from his vest pocket and unlocked a drawer in the desk. From it he took a small box. He counted out fifty guineas, and added another to the pile.
Andrew stared at it.
"What"s that for?" he inquired.
"The stockings," replied Tracy, with a ghost of a smile.
Andrew burst out laughing.
"That"s good! Gad! but you"re devilish amusing, "pon rep. you are!" He thanked his Grace profusely and gathering up the money, left the room.
Outside he gave vent to a low whistle of astonishment. "Tare an" ouns! he must be monstrous well-pleased over something!" he marvelled. "I shall awaken soon, I doubt not." He chuckled a little as he descended the staircase, but his face was full of wonderment.
Lovelace called nearly every day at Wyncham House, but was always refused admittance, as Lady Lavinia deemed it prudent not to see him. There came a day, however, when he would not be gainsaid, and was ushered into her drawing-room. He kissed her hands lingeringly, holding them for a long while in his.
"Lavinia! Cruel fair one!"
She drew her hands away, not too well pleased at his intrusion.
"How silly, Harold! I cannot have you tease me every day!"
She allowed him to sit by her on the window seat, and he again possessed himself of her hands. Did she love him? She hoped he was not going to be foolish. Of course not. He did not believe her, and started to plead his suit, imploring her to come away with him.
In vain Lady Lavinia begged him to be quiet; she had stirred up a blaze, and it threatened to consume her. He was so insistent that, expecting Richard at any moment, and terrified lest there should be a disturbance, she promised to give him an answer next evening, at the theatre. She managed to be rid of him in this way, and, with a relieved sigh, watched him walk down the square. She was very fond of dear Harry, but really, he was dreadfully tiresome at times.
She brought her tiny mirror out from her pocket and surveyed her reflection critically, giving a tweak to one curl, and smoothing another back. She was afraid she was looking rather old this evening, and hoped that Richard would not think so. She glanced up at the clock, wondering where he was; surely he should be in by now? Then she arranged a chair invitingly, pushed a stool up to it and sat down opposite. With a sigh, she reflected that it was an entirely new departure for her to strive to please and captivate her husband, and she fell a-thinking of how he must have waited on her in the old days, waiting as she was waiting nowhoping for her arrival. Lady Lavinia was beginning to realise that perhaps d.i.c.k"s life had not been all roses with her as wife.
The door opened and Richard came into the room. Deep lines were between his brows, but his mouth was for once set firmly. He looked sombrely down at her, thinking how very beautiful she was.
Lady Lavinia smiled and nodded towards the chair she had prepared.
"Sit down, d.i.c.ky! I am so glad you have come! I was monstrous dull and lonely, I a.s.sure you!"
"Were you?" he said, fidgeting with her scissors. "No, I will not sit down. I have something to say to you, Lavinia. Something to tell you."
"Oh, have you?" she asked. "Something nice, d.i.c.ky?"
"I fear you will hardly think so. I am about to make an end."
"Oh-oh, are you? Of what? "
"Of thisthis deceitful life I am leadinghave been leading. III am going to confess the whole truth."
"Rich-ard!"
He let fall the scissors and paced restlessly away down the room.
"II tell you, Lavinia, I cannot endure it! I cannot! I cannot! The thought of what John may be bearing is driving me crazy! I must speak!"
"Youyou can"t!" she gasped. "After seven years! d.i.c.ky, for heaven"s sake-!" The colour ebbed and flowed in her cheeks.
"I cannot continue any longer this living of a lieI have been feeling it more and more ever sinceever since I metJackthat time on the road. And now I can no longer stand it. Everywhere I go I seem to see himlooking at meyou don"t understand-"
Lavinia cast aside her work.
"No! No! I do not! "Pon rep., but you should have thought of this before, d.i.c.k!"
"I know it. Nothing can excuse my cowardicemy weakness. I know all that, but it is not too late even now to make amends. In a week they will all know the truth."
"Whatwhat do you mean?"
"I have requested all whom it concerns to come to Wyncham the Friday after this."
"Good heavens! d.i.c.k, d.i.c.k, think! "
"I have thought. G.o.d! how I have thought!"
"It is not fair to me! Oh, think of your honourWyncham!"
"My honour is less than nothing. "Tis of his that I think."
She sprang up, clutching at his arm, shaking him.
"Richard, you are mad! You must not do this! You must not, I say!"
"I implore you, Lavinia, not to try to make me change my decision. It is of no use.
Nothing you can say will make any difference."
She flew into a pa.s.sion, flinging away from him, her good resolutions forgotten.
"You have no right to disgrace me! If you do it, I will never forgive you! I won"t stay with youI-"
He broke inthis was what he had expected; he must not whine; this was retribution.
"I know. I have faced that."
She was breathless for a moment. He knew! He had faced it! He had taken her seriouslyhe always expected her to leave him! Oh, he must indeed be tired of her, and wanted her to go! What was he saying?
"I know that you love Lovelace. II have known it for some time."
Lavinia sank into the nearest chair. To what depths had her folly led her?
"I shall put no obstacle in the way of your flight, of course. . ."
This was dreadful! Lady Lavinia buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. It was true thenhe did not love herhe loved Mrs. Fanshawe she was to elope. She sobbed pitifully as the full horror of the situation struck her.
The temptation to gather her into his arms almost overmastered Richard, but he managed to choke it down. If he allowed himself to kiss her, she would try to break his resolutionmayhap, she would succeed. So he looked away from her, tortured by the sound of her crying.
Lavinia wept on, longing to feel his arms about her, ready to consent to anything if only he would show that he loved her But when he made no movement towards her, pride came back, and flicking her handkerchief across her eyes, she rose to her feet.
"You are cruel!cruel!cruel! If you do this thing I shall leave you!"
Now surely he would say somethingcontradict her!
With an immense effort, Richard controlled himself.
"I amsorryLavinia," he said in a queer, constrained voice.
It was of no avail. She had killed his love, and he was longing to be rid of her. She walked to the door, and turned.
"I see that you do not love me," she said, with deadly calmness. "I understand perfectly." Then, as she wrenched the handle round: "I hate you!" she cried, and fled, her silken skirts rustling furiously down the corridor. A door slammed in the distance, and there was silence.
Carstares stood very still, staring down at her crumpled broidery. Presently he stooped to pick it up, and her violet scent was wafted up to him. He carried it to his lips, pa.s.sionately.
If Lavinia had been able to see him, it would have changed the whole state of affairs; as it was she locked herself into her room and continued her cry in private. When she had no more tears to shed, she sat up and tried to think that she wanted to elope. Harold would be very good to her, she was sure, and she would doubtless lead a very exciting life, butsomehow the more she thought of it, the less she wanted to elope. Then she remembered that d.i.c.kywhy had she never realised how much she cared for him?was in love with some horrid widow, and did not want her to remain with him. The idea was not to be borne, she was not going to be the unwanted wife. She would have to go away, though not with Lovelace. d.i.c.ky should not force her to elope with another man. She would go somewhere aloneshe had forgottenshe had no money. The dowry that had been hers was spent years ago. She was utterly dependent on her husband. That settled it: she must elope with Harry!
"Oh, was anyone ever so beset!" she sobbed as her misery swept in upon her with full force. "Why should I run away if I don"t want to?"
CHAPTER XXIII.
LADY LAVINIA GOES TO THE PLAY.
RICHARD was away from home all next day, and his wife had plenty of time in which to meditate upon her situation. She had quite come to the conclusion that she must elope with Lovelace, and was only waiting for to-night to tell him so. She would never, never ask Richard to let her stay with him now that she knew he loved another. Truly a most trying predicament. The Carstares were going to-night to Drury Lane to see Garrick play one of his most successful comedies: the Beaux" Stratagem. The monde that would flock to see the inimitable Archer was likely to be a very distinguished one, especially as the cast held the added attraction of Mrs. Clive, and ordinarily Lady Lavinia would have looked forward with much excitement to seeing the piece. To-day, however, she felt that she would far rather go to bed and cry. But Lovelace had to be answered, and besides that, she had invited two cousins, new come from Scotland, to accompany her, and she could not fail them.
So that evening saw her seated in her box, wonderfully gowned as usual, scanning the house. Behind her stood her husbandwhen she thought that this was the last time she would ever go with him to the theatre she had much ado to keep from bursting into tears before them alland in the chair at her side was the cousin, Mrs. Fleming. Mr. Fleming stood with his hands behind his back, exclaiming every now and then as his kinsman, young Charles Holt, pointed out each newcomer of note. He was a short, tubby little man, dressed in sober brown, very neat as regards his wrists and neckband, but attired, so thought Lavinia, for the country, and not for town. His dark suit contrasted strangely with Mr. Holt"s rather garish mixture of apple-green and pink, with waistcoat of yellow, and Richard"s quieter, but far more handsome apricot and silver. His wig, too, was not at all modish, being of the scratch type that country gentlemen affected. His wife was the reverse of smart, but she was loud in her admiration of her more affluent cousin"s stiff silks and laces.
She had married beneath her, had Mrs. Fleming, and the Belmanoirs had never quite forgiven the shocking mesalliance. William Fleming was nought but a simple Scotsman, whose fathereven now the family shuddered at the thoughthad been a farmer!