He fell back from her, and a sob broke from him as he bowed his head on his hands.
"Only, for G.o.d"s sake, have the money ready, or there may be foul play here," she said.
As she spoke there was a great tramping of steps outside and a burst of voices on the threshold.
"It is all a lie," she gasped out, "about my marriage, and the Marquess, and the Amba.s.sador, and the Senator--but not, oh, not about your danger in this place--or about my love," she breathed to him. And as the key rattled in the door she laid her lips on his brow.
The key rattled, and the door swung open--but the black-ca.s.socked gentleman who stepped in, though a priest indeed, was no votary of idolatrous rites, but that sound orthodox divine, the Reverend Ozias Mounce, looking very much perturbed at his surroundings, and very much on the alert for the Scarlet Woman. He was supported, to his evident relief, by the captain of the Hepzibah B., and the procession was closed by an escort of stern-looking fellows in c.o.c.ked hats and small-swords, who led between them Tony"s late friends the magnificoes, now as sorry a looking company as the law ever landed in her net.
The captain strode briskly into the room, uttering a grunt of satisfaction as he clapped eyes on Tony.
"So, Mr. Bracknell," said he, "you have been seeing the Carnival with this pack of mummers, have you? And this is where your pleasuring has landed you? H"m--a pretty establishment, and a pretty lady at the head of it." He glanced about the apartment and doffed his hat with mock ceremony to Polixena, who faced him like a princess.
"Why, my girl," said he, amicably, "I think I saw you this morning in the square, on the arm of the Pantaloon yonder; and as for that Captain Spavent--" and he pointed a derisive finger at the Marquess--"I"ve watched him drive his bully"s trade under the arcade ever since I first dropped anchor in these waters. Well, well," he continued, his indignation subsiding, "all"s fair in Carnival, I suppose, but this gentleman here is under sailing orders, and I fear we must break up your little party."
At this Tony saw Count Rialto step forward, looking very small and explanatory, and uncovering obsequiously to the captain.
"I can a.s.sure you, sir," said the Count in his best English, "that this incident is the result of an unfortunate misunderstanding, and if you will oblige us by dismissing these myrmidons, any of my friends here will be happy to offer satisfaction to Mr. Bracknell and his companions."
Mr. Mounce shrank visibly at this, and the captain burst into a loud guffaw.
"Satisfaction?" says he. "Why, my c.o.c.k, that"s very handsome of you, considering the rope"s at your throats. But we"ll not take advantage of your generosity, for I fear Mr. Bracknell has already trespa.s.sed on it too long. You pack of galley-slaves, you!" he spluttered suddenly, "decoying young innocents with that devil"s bait of yours--" His eye fell on Polixena, and his voice softened unaccountably. "Ah, well, we must all see the Carnival once, I suppose," he said. "All"s well that ends well, as the fellow says in the play; and now, if you please, Mr.
Bracknell, if you"ll take the reverend gentleman"s arm there, we"ll bid adieu to our hospitable entertainers, and right about face for the Hepzibah."