"I know that," said Paul, coldly; "but I am going to give it all the same." He paused, held up his hand and looked at the Princess. "Mr.
Silas Finn happens to be my father."
"Good G.o.d!" gasped the Colonel, after a flash of silence.
The Princess caught a quick breath and sat erect in her chair.
"Votre Pere, Paul?"
"Yes, Princess. Until half an hour ago I did not know it. Never in my life did I know that I had a father living. My friends there can bear witness that what I say is true."
"But, Paul dear," said Miss Winwood, laying her kind fingers on his arm and searching his face, "you told us that your parents were dead and that they were Italians."
"I lied," replied Paul calmly. "But I honestly believed the woman who was my mother not to be my mother, and I had never heard of my father.
I had to account for myself to you. Your delicacy, Miss Winwood, enabled me to invent as little as possible."
"But your name--Savelli?"
"I took it when I went on the stage--I had a few years" obscure and unsuccessful struggle. You will remember I came to you starving and penniless."
The Princess grew white and her delicate nostrils quivered.
"Et monsieur votre pere--" she checked herself. "And your father, what do you say he is?"
Paul motioned to Silas to speak.
"I, Madam," said the latter, "am a self-made man, and by the establishment of fried-fish shops all over London and the great provincial towns, have, by the grace of G.o.d, ama.s.sed a considerable fortune."
"Fried fish?" said the Princess in a queer voice.
Silas looked at her out of his melancholy and unhumorous eyes.
"Yes, Madam."
"I have also learned," said Paul, "that my grandmother was a Sicilian who played a street-organ. Hence my Italian blood."
Jane, standing by the door with Barney Bill, most agonized of old men, wholly nervous, twisting with gnarled fingers the broken rim of his hard felt hat, turned aside so that no one but Bill should see a sudden gush of tears. For she had realized how drab and unimportant she was in the presence of the great and radiant lady; also how the great and radiant lady was the G.o.d-sent mate for Paul, never so great a man as now when he was cutting out his heart for truth"s sake.
"I should like to tell you what my life has been," continued Paul, "in the presence of those who know it already. That"s why I asked them to stay. Until an hour ago I lived in dreams. In my own fashion I was an honest man. But now I"ve got this knowledge of my origin, the dreams are swept away and I stand naked to myself. If I left you, Miss Winwood, and Colonel Winwood, who have been so good to me--and Her Highness, who has deigned to honour me with her friendship--in a moment"s doubt as to my antecedents I should be an impostor."
"No, no, my boy," said Colonel Winwood, who was standing with hands deep in trouser pockets and his head bent, staring at the carpet. "No words like that in this house. Besides, why should we want to go into all this?"
He had the Englishman"s detestation of unpleasant explanations. Ursula Winwood supported him.
"Yes, why?" she asked.
"But it would be very interesting," said the Princess slowly, cutting her words.
Paul met her eyes, which she had hardened, and saw beneath them pain and anger and wounded pride and repulsion. For a second he allowed an agonized appeal to flash through his. He knew that he was deliberately killing the love in her heart. He felt the monstrous cruelty of it. A momentary doubt shook him. Was he justified? A short while ago she had entered the room her face alight with love; now her face was as stern and cold as his own. Had he the right to use the knife like this? Then certainty came. It had to be. The swifter the better. She of all human beings must no longer be deceived. Before her, at supreme cost, he must stand clean.
"It"s not very interesting," said he. "And it"s soon told. I was a ragged boy in a slum in a Lancashire town. I slept on sacking in a scullery, and very seldom had enough to eat. The woman whom I didn"t think was my mother ill-treated me. I gather now that she hated me because she hated my father. She deserted him when I was a year old and disappeared; she never spoke of him. I don"t know exactly how old I am.
I chose a birthday at random. As a child I worked in a factory. You know what child-labour in factories was some years ago. I might have been there still, if my dear old friend there hadn"t helped me when I was thirteen to run away. He used to go through the country in a van selling mats and chairs. He brought me to London, and found me a lodging with Miss Seddon"s mother. So, Miss Seddon and I were children together. I became an artist"s model. When I grew too old for that to be a dignified occupation, I went on the stage. Then one day, starving and delirious, I stumbled through the gates of Drane"s Court and fell at Miss Winwood"s feet. That"s all."
"Since we"ve begun, we may as well finish and get it over," said Colonel Winwood, still with bent head, but looking at Paul from beneath his eyebrows. "When and how did you come across this gentleman who you say is your father?"
Paul told the story in a few words.
"And now that you have heard everything," said he, "would you think me justified in withdrawing my candidature?"
"Certainly not," said the Colonel. "You"ve got your duty to the Party."
"And you, Miss Winwood?"
"Can you ask? You have your duty to the country."
"And you, Princess?"
She met his challenging eyes and rose in a stately fashion.
"I am not equal to these complications of English politics, Mr.
Savelli," she said. She held herself very erect, but her lips trembled and tears were very near her eyes. She turned to Miss Winwood and held out her hand. "I am afraid we must postpone our discussion of the Forlorn Widows. It is getting late. Au revoir, Colonel Winwood--"
"I will see you to your carriage."
On the threshold she turned, included Paul in a vague bow to the company, and pa.s.sed through the door which Colonel Winwood held open.
Paul watched her until she disappeared--disappeared haughtily out of his life, taking his living heart with her, leaving him with a stone very heavy, very cold, dead. And he was smitten as with a great darkness. He remained quite still for a few moments after the door had closed, then with a sudden jerk he drew himself up.
"Mr. Finn," said he, "as I"ve told you, I address my first meeting to-night. I am going to make public the fact that I"m your son."
Silas put his hand to his head and looked at him wildly.
"No, no," he muttered hoa.r.s.ely--"no."
"I see no reason," said Miss Winwood gently.
"I see every reason," said Paul. "I must live in the light now. The truth or nothing."
"Then obey your conscience, Paul," she answered.
But Silas came forward with his outstretched hands.
"You can"t do it. You can"t do it, I tell you. It"s impossible."
"Why?"
He replied in an odd voice, and with a glance at Miss Winwood. "I must tell you afterwards."
"I will leave you," she said.