As she dressed that morning, she mentally surveyed the courses of action that lay open to her; and with each moment of reflection, it became plainer to her understanding that only one was worthy of consideration. However difficult the task, she must make known her position to Deerehurst, and trust to his generosity to find means of helping her.
Her mind was full of this new and somewhat optimistic scheme when she came into the dining-room, where Nance was already reading her morning letters. With a slightly absorbed manner she kissed her sister and, pa.s.sing round the breakfast-table, picked up her own correspondence.
In a perfunctory way she turned the envelopes over until one arrested her attention, as being intimately connected with her thoughts.
It was a letter from Deerehurst, and she tore it open hastily, skimming the contents with an eager glance.
"DEAR LITTLE LADY," it began,
"Yesterday the fates who watch over my affairs were unkind. The afternoon was frankly a failure. But I shall claim recompense; I shall look in upon you in your box at the Apollo at nine to-night.
A vexatious business matter calls me out of town to-day, or I should strive to see you earlier. But at nine make me welcome.
"Always devotedly,
"DEEREHURST."
She finished reading the note, then laid it down and hurriedly picked up another letter. How annoying it was! How malicious of Chance!
The second letter proved to be from Lady Frances Hope; it was from Brittany, and reproached her extravagantly for not having written since they parted at Tuffnell. Imploring for news of her movements, it informed her that the writer, with Mrs. Bathurst and Valentine Serracauld, was on her way back to London. She followed the lines mechanically, but her mind was elsewhere. At last she threw the letter down.
"Nance!" she said suddenly.
"Darling?"
"Nance, I"m in a horrid difficulty."
Nance"s high, arched eyebrows drew together in a frown of concern.
"Nothing bad?" she said. "Nothing about Walter?"
"No. Yes--yes it is. You know Walter dislikes Lord Deerehurst. Well, he was vexed at finding him here yesterday; and after he had gone I--I promised not to see him any more--I promised to break off my friendship with him."
Nance nodded, tactfully refraining from any joy in the proving of her theories.
"Yes?" she prompted softly.
"And now Lord Deerehurst writes that he will be at the Apollo to-night, and is coming round to our box at nine."
Nance pursed up her lips.
"Oh!" she said. "And you"ll have to put him off?"
"That"s the annoying thing. I can"t. At least, not easily."
"Why?"
"Because he"s going into the country to-day, and won"t be back till evening."
"Send him a note. He must go home to dress before going to the theatre."
"He might dress and dine at his club."
"Write to his club as well."
Clodagh"s perplexity showed itself in annoyance.
"How absurd you are, Nance! Fancy writing a man two letters asking him not to see you, and giving no explanation! It would simply bring him round here at ten to-morrow morning."
She poured herself out a cup of tea and drank it hastily.
"Life is a hateful tangle!" she said.
"No it isn"t, darling, if you only had a little patience."
Clodagh made a very impatient gesture.
"You don"t understand!"
"I understand one thing--that you care for Walter."
Clodagh looked up, her mutable face lit by a sudden change of expression--a sudden look of almost pa.s.sionate seriousness.
"Yes, I do care for Walter," she said suddenly; "I care so much that I honestly and truly believe it would kill me if anything came between us. I have had lots of things in my life--pleasure, excitement, admiration--but I have never had happiness until now. And I won"t lose it!--I can"t lose it!"
The words poured forth in vehement sincerity; then, as she saw the expression on Nance"s face, she gave a little laugh and put out her hand across the table.
"Dearest! I frightened you! Of course everything comes right, if one has a little patience. Let"s begin breakfast properly! My head aches."
With another laugh, she pressed Nance"s fingers, gathered up her scattered correspondence, and poured herself out another cup of tea.
Nance spent a long morning with her future mother-in-law, lunching with her afterwards at her hotel. Clodagh, left to herself, ordered her horse for eleven o"clock; and after two hours of recklessly swift riding in the Row, lunched alone at her club. After lunch she wrote two telegrams--one addressed to Deerehurst"s London house, the other to the club he most frequented; these she handed in herself at a telegraph office, and having despatched them, drove straight home.
At four o"clock Nance returned to the flat, to be met by the announcement that her sister had a bad headache and had gone to her own room. Full of concern, she flew along the corridor and knocked on Clodagh"s door.
In a very low voice Clodagh gave her leave to enter.
She opened the door swiftly; then paused, alarmed. The blinds were drawn, and by the subdued light she saw Clodagh lying on a couch near one of the windows.
"Why, Clo! What"s the matter?"
She ran forward and dropped on her knees by the couch.
Clodagh extended two rather cold hands, and took possession of Nance"s warm ones.
"Nothing but a wretched headache! It will go, if I lie down all the afternoon and keep quiet to-night."
Nance looked up.