"And your verdict was?" he raised amused eyebrows.
She looked demure.
"By Your Grace"s words just now, I conclude that I have succeeded."
"Only by my words just now? I thought we had had a rather pleasant and interesting hour of conversation as fellow-guests."
"Yes--You are not shocked, then, when I tell you that I am not really a lady?"
"No. The counterfeit presentment is so very perfect, one would like to hear the details of the pa.s.sage to its achievement."
Then she told him in as few and as simple words as she could--just the truth. Of her parentage, of her home at Bindon"s Green--of Liv and Dev"s, of her ideals, and her self-education, and of her coming to Lady Garribardine"s.
Mordryn listened with rapt attention, his gaze fixed upon her face--he made brief e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns at times, but did not otherwise interrupt her.
"You can understand now how entertained I was at the things which you said to me that night, can you not?"
Thus she ended her story, and the Duke rose and sat down upon the edge of the table quite close to her; he was visibly moved.
"You extraordinary girl. You have upset every theory I ever held. I shall go away now and think over all you have said--Meanwhile, I feel that this is the only way in which I can show my homage," and he took her hand with infinite respect and kissed it.
Then he removed his tall form from the table and quietly left the room.
And when she was alone, Katherine gently touched the spot where his lips had pressed; there was a quite unknown emotion running through her.
She found it very difficult to go on with her work after this, and made a couple of mistakes, to her great annoyance. Nearly an hour pa.s.sed. She got up from her typing, and after changing her blouse, went down to tea, her thoughts not nearly so calm as usual.
Was her friendship with this man finished? Had her frankness overreached itself? Just what did that kiss mean? Here was a character not so easy to read as Gerard Strobridge"s. Here was a will perhaps as strong as her own. Her face was very pale, and those concentrated grey-green eyes looked stormy and resentful.
The Duke reached the smoking-room and was seated at the writing-table only one moment before the room was invaded by Lady Garribardine.
"Poor Mordryn! You had to take refuge here! I fear those charming creatures I have invited for you are proving a little fatiguing."
"Frankly, Seraphim, they bore me to death."
"Two others are coming of a different type presently. But you are safe in this corner. Most of them do not know I have moved the smoking-room to this wing."
"I think it is a great improvement."
Her Ladyship looked at him out of the tail of her eye, but she said, quite innocently:
"Yes, Gerard always says so." Then she left him to his letters, with a word as to tea and a cosy talk in her boudoir after it.
So Gerard liked this room, too! Miss Bush was with him at the House. She dined at Brook Street. Then Mordryn frowned and looked the very image of the Iron Duke, and did not even begin to write an order which he had intended to send his agent. His mind was disturbed. Every word Katherine had said had made a deep impression upon him.
The father an auctioneer--the grandfather a butcher! And this girl a peerless creature fit for a throne! But if she were fit for heaven, there were still quite insurmountable barriers between even ordinary acquaintance with her. He rather thought he would leave Blissington on Sunday night.
Then he frowned again. Gerard Strobridge was a charming fellow. Seraphim adored him--he was often here--he liked the smoking-room! Somehow the conversation must be turned, when he was alone with his friend presently, to the subject of Gerard.
Then he found himself going over every minute sentence that had fallen from Katherine. What a wonderful, wonderful girl! How quite ridiculous cla.s.s prejudices were! How totally faulty the reasoning of the world!
At tea, he did not converse with Miss Bush, but he never lost the consciousness of her presence, and was almost annoyedly aware of a youngish man"s evident appreciation of her conversation. So that his temper, when he found himself in Lady Garribardine"s sitting-room, was even more peevish than it had been on the evening before.
Katherine had preceded him there, but had left ere he arrived. She had brought some letters for her mistress" inspection. When this business was finished, she said quite simply:
"His Grace came up into the schoolroom after luncheon to-day. He appears to have been confused over my two ident.i.ties. I explained to him, and told him who my father was, and my mother"s father, and how I have only tried to make myself into a lady. It did not seem fair that he should think that I was really one born."
Lady Garribardine looked disagreeable for an instant. She, too, had to conquer instinct at times, which a.s.serted itself in opposition even to her heart"s desire, and her deliberate thought-out intentions. One of her ancestors had put a retainer in chains for presumption! But her intelligence crushed out the folly almost as quickly as it arose, and she smiled:
"And, of course, the Duke at once said he could not know common people, and bounced from the room! Katherine Bush, you are a minx, my child!"
Katherine laughed softly.
"He did not say that exactly--but he did go away very soon."
""He that fights and runs away!"" quoth Her Ladyship; "but I don"t think you had better let him come to the schoolroom again. Martha will be having her say about the matter."
Katherine reddened. That her dear mistress should think her so stupid!
"I did not intend to. It is very difficult--even the greatest gentlemen do not seem to know their places always."
"A man finds his place near the woman he wants to talk to--you must not forget that, girl!"
"It is a little mean and puts the woman in a false position often."
"She prefers that to indifference. There is one very curious thing about women, the greatest prude is not altogether inwardly displeased at the knowledge that she exercises a physical attraction for men. Just as the greatest intellectual among men feels more flattered if exceptional virility is imputed to him, than all the spiritual gifts! Virility--a quality which he shares with the lower animals, spirituality a gift which he inherits from G.o.d. Oh! we are a ma.s.s of incongruities, we humans! and brutal nature eventually wins the game. Animal savagery is always the outcome of too much civilisation. And unless the dark ages of ignorance fall upon us once more, so that we can again be sufficiently simple to believe _en ma.s.se_ in a G.o.d, I feel our cycle is over and that we shall be burnt out of time."
Then presently, as her secretary was moving towards the door, Her Ladyship remarked irrelevantly:
"Look here, girl--Do you think it is in your nature ever to love really, or are you going to let brain conquer always?"
"I--do not know," faltered Katherine.
"Love is the only thing on earth which is sublime. This evening until you come down after dinner, I recommend you to read the "Letters of Abelard and Heloise"."
The Duke talked of politics for a while when he came into his old love"s sitting-room--and then of books and ideas, and lastly of Gerard. Was he happy with Beatrice, after all?
"Yes, they do very well together. Beatrice is bred out of all natural emotions. She is s.e.xless and well-mannered and unconsciously humorous.
They go their own ways."
"But Gerard was always an ardent lover. Has he had no emotions since the Alice Southerwood days?"
"A transient pa.s.sion for Lao Delemar, and since then a deep devotion elsewhere--quite unreturned, though. It has rather improved him."
The Duke unconsciously felt relief.