"Of course I say so," exclaimed Cardross heartily. "Gray, does Louis Malcourt still wish to go?"
"He spoke of it last week."
"Well, if he hasn"t changed his rather volatile mind telephone for Adams, We"ll require a guide apiece. And he can have that buckskin horse; and tell him to pick out his own gun." And to Hamil, cordially: "Shiela and Louis and Gray will probably wander about together and you and I will do the real shooting. But Shiela is a shot--if she chooses.
Gray would rather capture a scarce jungle b.u.t.terfly. h.e.l.lo, here"s Louis now! Are you glad we"re going at last?"
"Very," replied Hamil as Malcourt strolled up and airily signified his intention of making one of the party. But as soon as he learned that they might remain away three days or more he laughingly demurred.
The four men lingered for a few minutes in the hall discussing guns, dogs, and guides; then Hamil mounted the stairs, and Malcourt went with him, talking all the while in that easy, fluent, amusing manner which, if he chose, could be as agreeably graceful as every att.i.tude and movement of his lithe body. His voice, too, had that engagingly caressing quality characteristic of him when in good-humour; he really had little to say to Hamil, but being on such excellent terms with himself he said a great deal about nothing in particular; and as he persistently lingered by Hamil"s door the latter invited him in.
There Malcourt lit a cigarette, seated lazily astride a chair, arms folded across the back, aimlessly humourous in recounting his adventures at the Ascott function, while Hamil stood with his back to the darkening window, twisting his unlighted cigarette into minute shreds and waiting for him to go.
"Rather jolly to meet Miss Suydam again," observed Malcourt. "We were great friends at Portlaw"s camp together two years ago. I believe that you and Miss Suydam are cousins after a fashion."
"After a fashion, I believe."
"She"s tremendously attractive, Hamil."
"What? Oh, yes, very."
"Evidently no sentiment lost between you," laughed the other.
"No, of course not; no sentiment."
Malcourt said carelessly: "I"m riding with Miss Suydam to-morrow. That"s one reason I"m not going on this duck-hunt."
Hamil nodded.
"Another reason," he continued, intent on the glowing end of his cigarette, "is that I"m rather fortunate at the Club just now--and I don"t care to disturb any run of luck that seems inclined to drift my way. Would you give your luck the double cross?"
"I suppose not," said Hamil vaguely--"if I ever had any."
"That"s the way I feel. And it"s all kinds of luck that"s chasing me.
_All_ kinds, Hamil. One kind, for example, wears hair that matches my cuff-links. Odd, isn"t it?" he added, examining the golden links with a smile.
Hamil nodded inattentively.
"I am about seven thousand dollars ahead on the other sort of luck,"
observed Malcourt. "If it holds to-night I"ll inaugurate a killing that will astonish the brothers B. yonder. By the way, now that you have your club ticket why don"t you use it?--one way or another."
"Perhaps," replied Hamil listlessly.
A few minutes later Malcourt, becoming bored, genially took his leave; and Hamil turned on an electric jet and began to undo his collar and tie.
He was in no hurry; at times he suspended operations to pace aimlessly to and fro; and after a while, half undressed, he dropped into an arm-chair, clinched hands supporting his temples.
Presently he said aloud to himself: "It"s absolutely impossible. It can"t happen this way. How can it?"
His heavy pulse answered the question; a tense strain, irksome as an ache, dragged steadily at something within him which resisted; dulling reason and thought.
For a long time he sat there inert, listening for the sound of her voice which echoed at moments through the stunned silence within him. And at last he stumbled to his feet like a stricken man on the firing line, stupefied that the thing had happened to _him_; and stood unsteadily, looking around. Then he went heavily about his dressing.
Later, when he was ready to leave his room, he heard Malcourt walking through the corridor outside--a leisurely and lightly stepping Malcourt, whistling a lively air. And, when Malcourt had pa.s.sed came Cecile rustling from the western corridor, gay, quick-stepping, her enchanting laughter pa.s.sing through the corridor like a fresh breeze as she joined Mrs. Carrick on the stairs. Then silence; and he opened his door. And Shiela Cardross, pa.s.sing noiselessly, turned at the sound.
His face must have been easy to read for her own promptly lost its colour, and with an involuntary recoil she stepped back against the wall, staring at him in pallid silence.
"What is the matter?" he asked, scarcely recognising his own voice. And striving to shake off the unreality of it all with a laugh: "You look like some pretty ghost from dreamland--with your white gown and arms and face. Shall we descend into the waking world together?"
They stood for a moment motionless, looking straight at one another; then the smile died out on his face, but he still strove to speak lightly, using effort, like a man with a dream dark upon him: "I am waiting for your pretty ghostship."
Her lips moved in reply; no sound came from them.
"Are you afraid of me?" he said.
"Yes."
"Of _me_, Shiela?"
"Of us both. You don"t know--you don"t know!"
"Know what, Shiela?"
"What I am--what I have done. And I"ve got to tell you." Her mouth quivered suddenly, and she faced him fighting for self-control. "I"ve got to tell you. Things cannot be left in this way between us. I thought they could, but they can"t."
He crossed the corridor, slowly; she straightened up at his approach, white, rigid, breathless.
"What is it that has frightened you?" he said.
"What you--said--to me."
"That I love you?"
"Yes; that."
"Why should it frighten you?"
"Must I tell you?"
"If it will help you."
"I am past help. But it will end you"re caring for me. And from making me--care--for you. I must do it; this cannot go on--"
"Shiela!"
She faced him, white as death, looking at him blindly.
"I am trying to think of you--because you love me--"