answered d.i.c.k gravely.
They had already bidden their hostess good-night, and getting their things, they set out to walk their different ways. When d.i.c.k got home he did not go to bed. He sat in an armchair, considering the events of the evening, and trying to find some way out of the complexity of his thoughts. He was surprised when the morning sun sent a bright ray of light into his room.
But Lady Kelsey was not yet at the end of her troubles. Bobbie, having got rid of his friends, went to her and asked if she would not come downstairs and drink a cup of soup. The poor lady, quite exhausted, thought him very considerate. One or two persons, with their coats on, were still in the room, waiting for their womenkind; and in the hall there was a little group of belated guests huddled around the door, while cabs and carriages were being brought up for them. There was about everyone the la.s.situde which follows the gaiety of a dance. The waiters behind the tables were heavy-eyed. Lucy was bidding good-bye to one or two more intimate friends.
Lady Kelsey drank the hot soup with relief.
"My poor legs are dropping," she said. "I"m sure I"m far too tired to go to sleep."
"I want to talk to Lucy before I go," said Bobbie, abruptly.
"To-night?" she asked in dismay.
"Yes, I want you to send her a message that you wish to see her in your _boudoir_."
"Why, what on earth"s the matter?"
"She can"t go on in this way. It"s perfectly monstrous. Something must be done immediately."
Lady Kelsey understood what he was driving at. She knew how great was his love, and she, too, had seen his anger when Lucy danced with Alec MacKenzie. But the whole affair perplexed her utterly. She put down her cup.
"Can"t you wait till to-morrow?" she asked nervously.
"I feel it ought to be settled at once."
"I think you"re dreadfully foolish. You know how Lucy resents any interference with her actions."
"I shall bear her resentment with fort.i.tude," he said, with great bitterness.
Lady Kelsey looked at him helplessly.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"I want you to be present at our interview."
He turned to a servant and told him to ask Miss Allerton from Lady Kelsey if she would kindly come to the _boudoir_. He gave his arm to Lady Kelsey, and they went upstairs. In a moment Lucy appeared.
"Did you send for me, my aunt? I"m told you want to speak to me here."
"I asked Aunt Alice to beg you to come here," said Boulger. "I was afraid you wouldn"t if I asked you."
Lucy looked at him with raised eyebrows and answered lightly.
"What nonsense! I"m always delighted to enjoy your society."
"I wanted to speak to you about something, and I thought Aunt Alice should be present."
Lucy gave him a quick glance. He met it coolly.
"Is it so important that it can"t wait till to-morrow?"
"I venture to think it"s very important. And by now everybody has gone."
"I"m all attention," she smiled.
Boulger hesitated for a moment, then braced himself for the ordeal.
"I"ve told you often, Lucy, that I"ve been desperately in love with you for more years than I can remember," he said, flushing with nervousness.
"Surely you"ve not s.n.a.t.c.hed me from my last chance of a cup of soup in order to make me a proposal of marriage?"
"I"m perfectly serious, Lucy."
"I a.s.sure you it doesn"t suit you at all," she smiled.
"The other day I asked you again to marry me, just before Alec MacKenzie came back."
A softer light came into Lucy"s eyes, and the bantering tones fell away from her voice.
"It was very charming of you," she said gravely. "You mustn"t think that because I laugh at you a little, I"m not very grateful for your affection."
"You know how long he"s cared for you, Lucy," said Lady Kelsey.
Lucy went up to him and very tenderly placed her hand on his arm.
"I"m immensely touched by your great devotion, Bobbie, and I know that I"ve done nothing to deserve it. I"m very sorry that I can"t give you anything in return. One"s not mistress of one"s love. I can only hope--with all my heart--that you"ll fall in love with some girl who cares for you. You don"t know how much I want you to be happy."
Boulger drew back coldly. He would not allow himself to be touched, though the sweetness of her voice tore his heart-strings.
"Just now it"s not my happiness that"s concerned," he said. "When Alec MacKenzie came back I thought I saw why nothing that I could do, had the power to change the utter indifference with which you looked at me."
He paused a moment and coughed uneasily.
"I don"t know why you think it necessary to say all this," said Lucy, in a low voice.
"I tried to resign myself. You"ve always worshipped strength, and I understood that you must think Alec MacKenzie very wonderful. I had little enough to offer you when I compared myself with him. I hoped against hope that you weren"t in love with him."
"Well?"
"Except for that letter in this morning"s paper I should never have dared to say anything to you again. But that changes everything."
He paused once more. Though he tried to seem so calm, his heart was beating furiously. He really loved Lucy with all his soul, and he was doing what seemed to him a plain duty.
"I ask you again if you"ll be my wife."
"I don"t understand what you mean," she said slowly.