"It seems cruel that she should be left out of it."
"It would be more cruel to have her in, and perhaps ruin everything. She feels that herself though, of course, it"s hard. Still, think how awful for her if--we _failed_! But I will not think of that. There"s no such word as fail!"
"According to Roger, there"s no such word as success. He"s absolutely hopeless, and is only going into the adventure to please you--to _win_ you, perhaps. And, by Jove, it _will_ be an adventure!"
"Tell me about the yacht you"ve heard of."
They went out together, walking among the pine trees surrounding the hotel; and meanwhile Kate Gardiner had driven into the bright little town of Mentone, with its background of mountains, its foreground of blue-green sea. In the neighbourhood of the shops, she sent away her victoria, which was to pick her up at Rumpelmayer"s at five o"clock. She was charmingly dressed, and had secured ten pounds with which to buy an exquisite antique Italian watch which had taken her fancy a day or two before; never had there been so little need to worry about the future from a pecuniary point of view; still, Kate was not happy. She had lost interest in the watch, lost interest in her shopping expedition altogether, and was lingering outside the jeweler"s wondering whether she should spend the ten pounds as she had planned or not, when a man"s voice at her shoulder made her turn. It was the Marchese Loria; and Lady Gardiner noticed, as the sun streamed full into his face when he took his off hat, that he looked sallow and haggard.
He was staying at the Cap Martin also, but they had not seen each other that day, and now it struck Kate that he was surprisingly changed since the afternoon when they had so gaily ridden off to find the Valley of the Shadow. She was certain that, for some reason which puzzled her sorely, Loria had completely lost his chance with Virginia, and because his interests no longer threatened her own, she felt more friendly toward him. They both seemed to be rather left out in the cold, and she found herself suddenly sympathizing with the Italian.
He was quick to note the unusual cordiality of her smile, and was curious as to its motive, for Loria knew that Lady Gardiner was one of the few women who never act without one; and he had been fully aware that she did not favour his cause with Virginia Beverly.
"Has something in this window caught your fancy?" he inquired, stopping and joining her.
Kate pointed to a serpent belt, crusted with diamond scales, emerald-eyed, and having its open mouth lined with rubies. "Isn"t that lovely?" she asked. "An antique, of course; everything is in this window.
I daren"t look at it. It"s far beyond my means."
"I"m thinking of buying it myself," said Loria calmly. "I mean to give it to a woman I know, as a little souvenir of my grat.i.tude for very great kindness."
"Lucky woman!" exclaimed Kate enviously, for she really wanted the diamond snake. "She must have done you some tremendous favour to have earned that."
"She hasn"t done anything yet. But I hope she will. I hope very much that she will tell me certain things I"m anxious to know, and afterward help me, if necessary, to make use of the knowledge. I wonder if she will do it?"
There was now a meaning in his voice which could not be mistaken. Kate looked up quickly and met his eyes. For, a long instant they gazed at each other, then she said: "I think the woman would be foolish if she didn"t."
"Will you come with me when I buy the thing?" asked Loria.
Kate smiled and flushed faintly through the white rose balm which gave an illusion of youth. They went in, and Loria asked to be shown the serpent belt from the window.
A very old man, an Italian, brought the glittering thing and laid it on a piece of black velvet, which he spread as a background on the counter.
"It is only two thousand francs," he announced, "and it has a history.
Perhaps I am indiscreet to mention it, but it may add to the interest, and I see that the ill.u.s.trious Signor is a countryman of my own. This jewel was an heirloom in a very ancient family; but great misfortunes overtook them some years ago. The heir was accused of crime, and banished for life to Noumea. They were forced to sell everything of value."
Loria was ghastly. With an instinctive gesture of horror, he pushed the velvet away, not touching the serpent and averting his eyes.
"Let us choose something else," he said hoa.r.s.ely to Lady Gardiner. But she was merciless. He had as much as offered her the belt, and she would not give it up easily.
"There is nothing else half as pretty or quaint," she said. "I think this bit of history makes it all the more interesting."
Loria did not look again at the serpent glittering on its black velvet cushion, but, having hesitated for a barely perceptible s.p.a.ce, he abruptly ordered the jeweler to send the belt to his hotel, where it would be paid for on delivery. Kate decided that, as she was in such a vein of luck, she would have the watch she fancied, and keep the Marchese while she made the purchase. Half maliciously she said to the shopkeeper: "I suppose this pretty thing has no such story as the other?"
"Rather strangely, madame has chosen another heirloom disposed of by the same family," returned the man, as he placed the old blue-enameled watch in a box filled with pink cotton. It seemed as if Fate persisted in linking them with these Dalahaides!
Loria did not speak, but Kate"s observant eyes saw that the gloved hand nearest her closed tightly on the stick it held. A moment later she had paid for her purchase, and they were out in the street again.
"You look very down," she remarked. "I believe you must have been losing a lot at Monte, and that a little sympathy and good advice would do you good. I meant to go to Rumpelmayer"s presently, but suppose we go now and have tea together?"
Neither he nor she had said in so many words that there was to be a bargain between them; but Loria understood what the suggestion of a tete-a-tete at Rumpelmayer"s meant, and augured well of Kate"s genuine good-will, by her readiness to give the opportunity he wanted.
She was curious, he labouring under suppressed excitement, and they did not speak much as they walked. At the confectioner"s Loria chose a table in a corner, far from the few early customers who had already arrived. It was not yet four o"clock, and the rooms would not begin to be crowded for half an hour. In that time much could be said, much, perhaps, planned for the future.
CHAPTER IV
THE CLOSED DOOR
The Marchese Loria ordered tea, and the two newly made allies pretended to have no important more business than eating and drinking. But certain that n.o.body was within hearing distance, Loria squandered little time in frivolities. At any moment some one they knew might come in and interrupt their talk.
"You said that I looked "very down,"" he began abruptly. "That is cool English for broken-hearted, no doubt. I"m half mad, I think, Lady Gardiner. For four nights I haven"t slept; for three days I"ve scarcely eaten. You know why; there"s no use in wasting words on explanation."
"You love her so much?" exclaimed Kate.
"I love her so much. You believe me?"
"Yes; for you have the reputation of being a rich man, and it can"t be all a bubble, or you wouldn"t buy eighty-pound presents--for grat.i.tude, and rather premature grat.i.tude at that."
"Ah! the gift hasn"t been made yet."
"I fancy it will be made. And the principle is the same. You can"t be a fortune-hunter, like many agreeable, t.i.tled countrymen of yours whom I have met."
"If a man began by seeking out Miss Beverly as a fortune-hunter, he would end by being her lover. She is the most beautiful girl on earth, and--the most maddening. I think I shall go mad if I am to lose her."
"How you Italians can love--and hate!"
"Yes, we can hate also, it is true. There is no half-way with us. Lady Gardiner, I used to think that you disliked me; but to-day you are different. I was as desperately in need of help as a drowning man, and I caught at the new look of kindness in your eyes, as such a man catches at a floating spar."
"Perhaps it was the appeal in your eyes that called out the answer in mine," said Kate, half believing that she told the truth; for there was a certain magnetic power in the man"s pa.s.sion, which was, at least, sincere. "What help can I give you?"
"First of all, you can answer a few questions. What have I done to change Miss Beverly so completely?"
"Frankly, I don"t know. There"s something odd going on--something which interests her so much that she can think of nothing else."
"The change began on the day of--our ride. Our last ride! The last of everything worth having, it has been for me. She was angry because I was unwilling to go into--that valley. But afterward, when she learned how intimately I had been a.s.sociated with the people at the chateau there, how could she blame me? I suppose she _did_ learn the story?"
"She learned something of it, I know, the night after we rode up the valley. You remember there was a dance? I had left my fan in our sitting-room, and ran up to find it. There was no light in the room, and Virginia and Sir Roger were on the balcony. Of course, I didn"t mean to listen, but I couldn"t find the fan at first, and I didn"t like to startle them by suddenly switching on the light, so I--er--I overheard a little of the conversation. Sir Roger was telling her the story of that unfortunate Maxime Dalahaide--why, Marchese, how you must have loved him!
The very mention of his name turns you pale."
"We were like brothers," said Loria in a low voice. "But go on. Did Sir Roger Broom mention me in connection with the story?"
"Yes."
"The scoundrel! That explains all, then. This is your honourable English gentleman, who traduces a man behind his back, to ruin him with the girl they both love!"