Lord Temple also stared. Was it possible that she was forgetting that Thomas Trotter, the chauffeur, was hanging over the back of a chair in the locker room down-stairs,--where he had been left by a hurried and somewhat untidy Lord Temple?
"As well as could be expected," he replied, after a moment.
"Mrs. Millidew came in to see me today. She informed me that she had put in her thumb and pulled out a plum. Meaning you, of course."
"How utterly English you are, my dear Marchioness. She mentioned a fruit of some kind, and you missed the point altogether. "Peach" is the word she"s been using for the past two days, just plain, ordinary "peach." A dozen times a day she sticks a finger almost up against my manly back, and says proudly: "See my new chauffeur. Isn"t he a peach?" I can"t see how you make plum out of it."
The Marchioness laughed. "It doesn"t matter. She dragged me to the window this afternoon and pointed down at you sitting alone in all your splendour. I am afraid I gasped. I couldn"t believe my eyes. You won"t last long, dear boy. She"s a dreadful woman."
"I"m not worrying. I shouldn"t be out of a situation long. Do you happen to know her daughter-in-law?"
"I do," said the Marchioness, frowning.
"She told me this morning that the instant I felt I couldn"t stand the old lady any longer, she"d give me a job on the spot. As a matter-of-fact, she went so far as to say she"d be willing to pay me more money if I felt the slightest inclination to leave my present position at once."
The Marchioness smiled faintly. "No other recommendation necessary, eh?"
"Beg pardon?"
"In other words, she is willing to accept you at your face value."
"I daresay I have a competent face," he acknowledged, his smile broadening into a grin.
"Designed especially for women," said she.
He coloured. "Oh, I say, that"s a bit rough."
"And thoroughly approved by men," she added.
"That"s better," he said. "I"m not a ladies" man, you know,--thank G.o.d."
His face clouded. "Is Lady Jane ill?"
"Apparently not. She merely telephoned to say it would be impossible to come." She eyed him shrewdly. "Do you know anything about it, young man?"
"Have you seen her,--lately?" he parried.
"Yesterday afternoon," she answered, keeping her eyes upon his half-averted face. "See here, Eric Temple," she broke out suddenly, "she is unhappy--most unhappy. I am not sure that I ought to tell you--and yet, you are in love with her, so you should know. Now, don"t say you are not in love with her! Save your breath. The trouble is, you are not the only man who is in that peculiar fix."
"I know," he said, frowning darkly. "She"s being annoyed by that infernal blighter."
"Oho, so you _do_ know, then?" she cried. "She was very careful to leave you out of the story altogether. Well, I"m glad you know. What are you going to do about it?"
"I? Why,--why, what _can_ I do?"
"There is a great deal you can do."
"But she has laid down the law, hard and fast. She won"t let me," he groaned.
The Marchioness blinked rapidly. "Well, of all the stupid,--Say that again, please."
"She won"t let me. I would in a second, you know,--no matter if it did land me in jail for--"
"What are you talking about?" she gasped.
"Punching his bally head till he wouldn"t know it himself in the mirror," he grated, looking at his fist almost tearfully.
The Marchioness opened her lips to say something, thought better of it, and turned her head to smile.
"Moreover," he went on, "she"s right. Might get her into no end of a mess with those people, you see. It breaks my heart to think of her--"
"He wants her to run away with him and be married," she broke in.
"What!" he almost shouted, glaring at her as if she were the real offender. "You--did she tell you that?"
"Yes. He rather favours San Francisco. He wants her to go out there with him and be married by a chap to whom he promised the distinction while they were still in their teens."
"The cur! That"s his game, is it? Why, that"s the foulest trick known to--"
"But she isn"t going, my friend,--so possess yourself in peace. That"s why he is turning off so nasty. He is making things most unpleasant for her."
He wondered how far Jane had gone in her confidences. Had she told the Marchioness everything?
"Why doesn"t she leave the place?" he demanded, as a feeler.
Lady Jane had told the Marchioness everything, and a great deal more besides, including, it may be said, something touching upon her own feelings toward Lord Temple. But the Marchioness was under imperative orders. Not for the world, was Thomas Trotter to know that Miss Emsdale, among others, was a perfect fool about him.
"She must have her bread and b.u.t.ter, you know," said she severely.
"But she can get that elsewhere, can"t she?"
"Certainly. She can get it by marrying some decent, respectable fellow and all that sort of thing, but she can"t get another place in New York as governess if the Smith-Parvis establishment turns her out with a bad name."
He swallowed hard, and went a little pale. "Of course, she isn"t thinking of--of getting married."
"Yes, she is," said the Marchioness flatly.
"Has--has she told you that in so many words, Marchioness?" he asked, his heart going to his boots.
"Is it fair to ask that question, Lord Temple?"
"No. It isn"t fair. I have no right to pry into her affairs. I"m--I"m desperately concerned, that"s all. It"s my only excuse."
"It isn"t strange that she should be in love, is it?"
"But I--I don"t see who the deuce she can have found over here to--to fall in love with," he floundered.
"There are millions of good, fine Americans, my friend. Young Smith-Parvis is one of the exceptions."