"Not at all. However old, ugly, and generally undesirable a man is, he"ll find a heap of charming girls who are willing to marry him.
Marriage is still the only decent means of livelihood for a really nice woman."
"Don"t let"s talk about Amelia; let"s talk about me," said Mrs. Crowley.
"I don"t think you"re half so interesting."
"Then you"d better take Amelia to the play to-morrow night instead of me."
"I"m afraid she"s already engaged."
"Nothing will induce me to play second fiddle to Amelia."
"I"ve taken the seats and ordered an exquisite dinner at the _Carlton_."
"What have you ordered?"
"_Potage bisque._"
Mrs. Crowley made a little face.
"_Sole Normande._"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Wild duck."
"With an orange salad?"
"Yes."
"I don"t positively dislike that."
"And I"ve ordered a _souffle_ with an ice in the middle of it."
"I shan"t come."
"Why?"
"You"re not being really nice to me."
"I shouldn"t have thought you kept very well abreast of dramatic art if you insist on marrying everyone who takes you to a theatre," he said.
"I was very nicely brought up," she answered demurely, as the carriage stopped at d.i.c.k"s door.
She gave him a ravishing smile as he took leave of her. She knew that he was quite prepared to marry her, and she had come to the conclusion that she was willing to have him. Neither much wished to hurry the affair, and each was determined that he would only yield to save the other from a fancied desperation. Their love-making was pursued with a light heart.
At Whitsuntide the friends separated. Alec went up to Scotland to see his house and proposed afterwards to spend a week in Lancashire. He had always taken a keen interest in the colliery which brought him so large an income, and he wanted to examine into certain matters that required his attention. Mrs. Crowley went to Blackstable, where she still had Court Leys, and d.i.c.k, in order to satisfy himself that he was not really a day older, set out for Paris. But they all arranged to meet again on the day, immediately after the holidays, which Lady Kelsey, having persuaded Lucy definitely to renounce her life of comparative retirement, had fixed for a dance. It was the first ball she had given for many years, and she meant it to be brilliant. Lady Kelsey had an amiable weakness for good society, and Alec"s presence would add l.u.s.tre to the occasion. Meanwhile she went with Lucy to her little place on the river, and did not return till two days before the party. They were spent in a turmoil of agitation. Lady Kelsey pa.s.sed sleepless nights, fearing at one moment that not a soul would appear, and at another that people would come in such numbers that there would not be enough for them to eat. The day arrived.
But then happened an event which none but Alec could in the least have expected; and he, since his return from Africa, had been so taken up with his love for Lucy, that the possibility of it had slipped his memory.
Fergus Macinnery, the man whom three years before he had dismissed ignominiously from his service, found a way to pay off an old score.
Of the people most nearly concerned in the matter, it was Lady Kelsey who had first news of it. The morning papers were brought into her _boudoir_ with her breakfast, and as she poured out her coffee, she ran her eyes lazily down the paragraphs of the _Morning Post_ in which are announced the comings and goings of society. Then she turned to the _Daily Mail_. Her attention was suddenly arrested. Staring at her, in the most prominent part of the page, was a column of printed matter headed: _The Death of Mr. George Allerton_. It was a letter, a column long, signed by Fergus Macinnery. Lady Kelsey read it with amazement and dismay. At first she could not follow it, and she read it again; now its sense was clear to her, and she was overcome with horror. In set words, mincing no terms, it accused Alec MacKenzie of sending George Allerton to his death in order to save himself. The words treachery and cowardice were used boldly. The dates were given, and the testimony of natives was adduced.
The letter adverted with scathing sarcasm to the rewards and congratulations which had fallen to MacKenzie as a result of his labours; and ended with a challenge to him to bring an action for criminal libel against the writer. At first the whole thing seemed monstrous to Lady Kelsey, it was shameful, shameful; but in a moment she found there was a leading article on the subject, and then she did not know what to believe. It referred to the letter in no measured terms: the writer observed that _prima facie_ the case was very strong and called upon Alec to reply without delay. Big words were used, and there was much talk of a national scandal. An instant refutation was demanded.
Lady Kelsey did not know what on earth to do, and her thoughts flew to the dance, the success of which would certainly be imperilled by these revelations. She must have help at once. This business, if it concerned the world in general, certainly concerned Lucy more than anyone. Ringing for her maid, she told her to get d.i.c.k Lomas on the telephone and ask him to come at once. While she was waiting, she heard Lucy come downstairs and knew that she meant to wish her good-morning. She hid the paper hurriedly.
When Lucy came in and kissed her, she said:
"What is the news this morning?"
"I don"t think there is any," said Lady Kelsey, uneasily. "Only the _Post_ has come; we shall really have to change our newsagent."
She waited with beating heart for Lucy to pursue the subject, but naturally enough the younger woman did not trouble herself. She talked to her aunt of the preparations for the party that evening, and then, saying that she had much to do, left her. She had no sooner gone than Lady Kelsey"s maid came back to say that Lomas was out of town and not expected back till the evening. Distractedly Lady Kelsey sent messages to her nephew and to Mrs. Crowley. She still looked upon Bobbie as Lucy"s future husband, and the little American was Lucy"s greatest friend. They were both found. Boulger had gone down as usual to the city, but in consideration of Lady Kelsey"s urgent request, set out at once to see her.
He had changed little during the last four years, and had still a boyish look on his round, honest face. To Mrs. Crowley he seemed always an embodiment of British philistinism; and if she liked him for his devotion to Lucy, she laughed at him for his stolidity. When he arrived, Mrs. Crowley was already with Lady Kelsey. She had known nothing of the terrible letter, and Lady Kelsey, thinking that perhaps it had escaped him too, went up to him with the _Daily Mail_ in her hand.
"Have you seen the paper, Bobbie?" she asked excitedly. "What on earth are we to do?"
He nodded.
"What does Lucy say?" he asked.
"Oh, I"ve not let her see it. I told a horrid fib and said the newsagent had forgotten to leave it."
"But she must know," he answered gravely.
"Not to-day," protested Lady Kelsey. "Oh, it"s too dreadful that this should happen to-day of all days. Why couldn"t they wait till to-morrow?
After all Lucy"s troubles it seemed as if a little happiness was coming back into her life, and now this dreadful thing happens."
"What are you going to do?" asked Bobbie.
"What can I do?" said Lady Kelsey desperately. "I can"t put the dance off. I wish I had the courage to write and ask Mr. MacKenzie not to come."
Bobbie made a slight gesture of impatience. It irritated him that his aunt should harp continually on the subject of this wretched dance. But for all that he tried to rea.s.sure her.
"I don"t think you need be afraid of MacKenzie. He"ll never venture to show his face."
"You don"t mean to say you think there"s any truth in the letter?"
exclaimed Mrs. Crowley.
He turned and faced her.
"I"ve never read anything more convincing in my life."
Mrs. Crowley looked at him, and he returned her glance steadily.