Vincent had been disappointed at not seeing her at the Langtons" the day before, and waited willingly enough now. It would be some comfort to know that the child had not forgotten him, and would be glad to see him. He had not long to wait. A hansom drove up, and the next minute Dolly came into the room with all her old impetuosity. "I"ve come back, Mab," she announced, to prevent any mistake on that head. "We drove home all the way in a black cab with yellow wheels--didn"t you see it? Oh, and in the Academy there was a little girl with a dog just like Frisk, and I saw a lot of people I knew, and----"
"Don"t you see someone you used to know?" said Mabel, breaking in on her stream of reminiscences.
"Have you forgotten me, Dolly?" said Vincent, coming forward out of the shade. His voice was a little harsh from emotion.
The change in the child"s face as she saw him was instantaneous and striking; all the light died out of her face, she flushed vividly, and then turned deadly pale.
"You knew Vincent wasn"t dead really, Dolly?" said Mabel.
"Yes," whispered Dolly, still shrinking from him, however.
"And is this all you have to say to me, Dolly?" said Vincent, who was cut to the heart by this reception. Nothing was the same--not even the love of this child.
Dolly had not been long in recovering from the effect of Caffyn"s last act of terrorism; for a day or two she had trembled, but later, when she heard of Vincent as away in Italy, she could feel safe from his anger, and so in time forgot. Now it all revived again; he had sprung suddenly from nowhere--he was demanding what she had to say for herself--what should she do?
She clung to Mabel for protection. "Don"t _you_ be cross too!" she cried. "Promise me you won"t and I"ll tell you all about it ... you don"t know.... Harold said you didn"t. And I never meant to burn Vincent"s letter. Don"t let him be angry!"
Vincent was naturally completely bewildered. "What is she talking about?" he asked helplessly.
"I can guess," said Mabel. "Come away with me, Dolly, and you shall tell me all about it upstairs;" and as Dolly was not unwilling to unburden herself this time, they left Vincent with Mark, who had just joined them. Mark was uncomfortable and silent for some time when they were alone, but at last he said: "I suppose you have been told of the--the theatricals? I--I couldn"t very well help it, you know. I hope you don"t mind?"
"Mind!" said Vincent. "Why should I mind? What is it to me--now? I thought that was finally settled at Laufingen."
"I felt I must explain it, that"s all," said Mark, "and--and I"ve a great deal to bear just now, Holroyd. Life isn"t all roses with me, I a.s.sure you. If you could remember that now and then, you might think less hardly of me!"
"I will try," Vincent had said, and was about to say more, when Mabel returned alone. Her eyes were brilliant with anger. Children can occasionally put the feats of the best constructed phonograph completely in the shade; everything that Caffyn had told her about that unfortunate burnt letter Dolly had just reproduced with absolute fidelity.
"I know what happened to your letter now, Vincent," Mabel said. "Mark, you never would see anything so very bad in the trick Harold played Dolly about that wretched stamp--see if this doesn"t alter your opinion." And she told them the whole story, as it has been already described, except that the motives for so much chicanery were necessarily dark to her. A little comparison of dates made it clear beyond a doubt that an envelope with the Ceylon stamp had been burnt just when Vincent"s letter should in the ordinary course have arrived.
"And Dolly says he told her himself it _was_ your letter!" concluded Mabel.
"Ah," said Vincent, "not that that proves it. But I think this time he has spoken truth; only _why_ has he done all this? Why suppress my letter and turn Dolly against me?"
"Malice and spite, I suppose," said Mabel. "He has some grudge against you, probably; but go up now, Vincent, and comfort Dolly--you"ll find her in my little writing-room, quite broken-hearted at the idea that you should be angry with her."
Vincent went up at once, and was soon able to regain Dolly"s complete confidence. When he had gone, Mabel said to Mark: "Harold has been here very often lately, dear. I tried to think better of him when I saw you wished it--but I can"t go on after this, you see that yourself, don"t you?"
Mark was angry himself at what he had heard. Now he knew how Harold had contrived to get rid of Dolly that afternoon in South Audley Street, it made him hot and ashamed to think that he had profited by such a device. He certainly had, from motives he did not care to a.n.a.lyse himself, persuaded Mabel to tolerate Caffyn as a guest, but lately even Mark could no longer pretend that his visits were not far more frequent than welcome.
Something of the old uneasiness in Caffyn"s presence had begun to return, though Mark did not know why. At times before his marriage he had had moments of panic or mistrust, but he always succeeded in forgetting the incidents which had aroused them. If Caffyn suspected anything about "Illusion" he would have spoken long before, he told himself. After the interview with Holroyd at Laufingen, he had ceased to think about the matter--he was safe now. What harm could anyone"s mere suspicion do him? And yet, for all that, he was not sorry to free himself from further intrusions of a visitor in whose glance he sometimes surprised a subtle mockery, almost as if his friend had actually detected his secret and was cynically enjoying the humour of the thing. It was only imagination on his own part, but it was not a pleasant fancy.
"He"s an infernal scoundrel!" he said, with an indignation that was only very slightly exaggerated. "You are right, darling, you shall not have to see any more of him."
"But can"t he be _punished_, Mark?" asked Mabel, and her eyes shone.
Mark coughed. If this affair were brought to light, some of its later stages might not appear entirely to his own credit.
"I don"t quite see what he could be punished for," he said.
"Not for stealing a letter?" she asked. "It was no less."
"Rather difficult to bring home to him," he said: "couldn"t be done without a frightful amount of--of scandal and unpleasantness."
"No," said Mabel, thoughtfully, "I suppose nothing can be done--and yet, poor Gilda! Do you know she is actually engaged to him? It"s dreadful to think of that now. At least he shall never come here again, and mother must be told too when I take Dolly back. You will tell him, Mark, when you meet him that he must not call himself a friend of ours any longer. You will make him understand that, won"t you?"
"Can"t you tell him yourself at one of the rehearsals?" asked Mark.
"I would rather you told him, dear," she said, "and there are no rehearsals till Friday."
"Oh," said Mark, "very well, darling, I will--of course I will!"
He was already beginning to feel that the interview might not be altogether agreeable.
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.
HAROLD CAFFYN MAKES A PALPABLE HIT.
As Mabel had said, she did not meet Harold Caffyn again until both were dining at Mrs. Featherstone"s on the evening of the first rehearsal to which Vincent had been favoured with an invitation. The instant he saw her he felt that some change had taken place in their relations, that the toleration he had met with since her marriage had given place to the old suspicion and dislike. It was an early and informal dinner, the guests being a few of those who were to take part in the acting later on. Mrs. Featherstone had contrived that Caffyn, notwithstanding his position as accepted suitor, should not sit next to Gilda, and on taking his place he found Mabel on his other hand and his _fiancee_ opposite. As often as he could, he tried to open a conversation with the former, but she met him coldly and shortly, and with each attempt he fell back baffled. He might have persevered but for the consciousness that Gilda"s eyes were upon them, for she had been growing very exacting since the engagement had been formally declared. But just before the ladies rose he found an opportunity to say, "Mabel--Mrs. Ashburn--am I unfortunate enough to have displeased you lately?"
"Displeased is not the right word," she said: "you have done far more than that."
"And am I not to be told my offence?" he said, looking at her keenly.
"Not here," she replied. "You can ask my husband, if you like."
"Really?" he said. "You refer me to him, then? We must try and come to an understanding together, I suppose."
"When you have heard him," she said, "there is one thing I shall have to say to you myself."
"May I come and hear it later?" asked Caffyn, and Mabel gave a little sign of a.s.sent as she left the table.
"I shall send down for you when we"re ready," said Mrs. Featherstone at the door. "Will those who have any changes to make mind coming now--it"s so late, and we must get in the way of being punctual."
One or two who were playing servants or character-parts left the table immediately; the others remained, and Harold, whose dressing would not take him long, found himself next to Mark, and rather apart from the men, at the host"s end of the table.
"You"re the very man I wanted to have a little talk with!" he began in an easy conversational manner. "Your wife seems deucedly annoyed with me for some reason--she says you can explain. Now, just tell me quietly without any nonsense--what"s it all about, eh?"
Now that Mark had seen the other"s conduct in its true light he was really indignant: Caffyn seemed more undesirable an a.s.sociate than ever. He would have been justified in taking a high standpoint from which to deal with him--since whatever his own errors had been, they would never be revealed now--but somehow, he adopted an almost conciliatory tone.
"The fact is," he replied, with an embarra.s.sed cough, "it"s about that letter of Holroyd"s."
Caffyn"s face slightly changed.
"The devil it is!" he said. "Thought I"d heard the last of that long ago!"