"You shall have a statue in the chief street of the chief town of----"
"How dare you! I"m not a girl to be chaffed."
The tears were standing in her eyes, as she threw herself back in a chair. Willie Ruston got up and stood by her.
"You"ll be proud of that telegram some day," he said, rather as though he felt bound to pay her a compliment.
"Oh, you think that now?" she said, unconvinced of his sincerity.
"Yes. Though was it very difficult?" he asked with a sudden change of tone most depreciatory of her exploit.
She glanced at him and smiled joyfully. She liked the depreciation better than the compliment.
"Not a bit," she whispered, "for me."
He laughed slightly, and shut his lips close again. He began to understand Mrs. Dennison better.
"Still, though it was easy for you, it was precious valuable to me," he observed.
"And how you hate being obliged to me, don"t you?"
He perceived that she understood him a little, but he smiled again as he asked,
"Oh, but what made you do it, you know?"
"You mean you did? Mr. Ruston, I should like to see you at work in Omof.a.ga."
"Oh, a very humdrum business," said he, with a shrug.
"You"ll have soldiers?"
"We shall call "em police," he corrected, smiling.
"Yes; but they keep everybody down, and--and do as you order?"
"If not, I shall ask "em why."
"And the natives?"
"Civilise "em."
"You--you"ll be governor?"
"Oh, dear, no. Local administrator."
She laughed in his face; and a grim smile from him seemed to justify her.
"I"m glad I sent the telegram," she half-whispered, lying back in the chair and looking up at him. "I shall have had something to do with all that, shan"t I? Do you want any more money?"
"Look here," said Willie Ruston, "Omof.a.ga"s mine. I"ll find you another place, if you like, when I"ve put this job through."
A luxury of pleasure rippled through her laugh. She darted out her hand and caught his.
"No. I like Omof.a.ga too!" she said, and as she said it, the door suddenly opened, and in walked Tom Loring--that is to say--in Tom Loring was about to walk; but when he saw what he did see, he stood still for a moment, and then, without a single word, either of greeting or apology, he turned his back, walked out again, and shut the door behind him. His entrance and exit were so quick and sudden, that Mrs. Dennison had hardly dropped Willie Ruston"s hand before he was gone; she had certainly not dropped it before he came.
Willie Ruston sat down squarely in a chair. Mrs. Dennison"s hot mood had been suddenly cooled. She would not ask him to go, but she glanced at the hat that had been through Omof.a.ga. He detected her.
"I shall stay ten minutes," he observed.
She understood and nodded a.s.sent. Very little was said during the ten minutes. Mrs. Dennison seemed tired; her eyes dropped towards the ground, and she reclined in her chair. Ruston was frowning and thrumming at intervals on the table. But presently his brow cleared and he smiled.
Mrs. Dennison saw him from under her drooping lids.
"Well?" she asked in a petulant tone.
"I believe you were going to fight me for Omof.a.ga."
"I don"t know what I was doing."
"Is that fellow a fool?"
"He"s a much better man than you"ll ever be, Mr. Ruston. Really you might go now."
"All right, I will. I"m going down to the city to see your husband and Carlin."
"I"m afraid I"ve wasted your time."
She spoke with a bitterness which seemed impossible to miss. But he appeared to miss it.
"Oh, not a bit, really," he a.s.sured her anxiously. "Good-bye," he added, holding out his hand.
"Good-bye. I"ve shaken hands once."
He waited a moment to see if she would speak again, but she said nothing. So he left her.
As he called a hansom, Mrs. Cormack was leaning over her balcony. She took a little jewelled watch out of her pocket and looked at it.
"An hour and a quarter!" she cried. "And I know the poor man isn"t at home!"
CHAPTER VII.
AN ATTEMPT TO STOP THE WHEELS.
Miss Adela Ferrars lived in Queen"s Gate, in company with her aunt, Mrs.
Topham. Mrs. Topham"s husband had been the younger son of a peer of ancient descent; and a practised observer might almost have detected the fact in her manner, for she took her station in this life as seriously as her position in the next, and, in virtue of it, a.s.sumed a responsibility for the morals of her inferiors which betrayed a considerable confidence in her own. But she was a good woman, and a widow of the pattern most opposite to that of Mrs. Cormack. She dwelt more truly in the grave of her husband than in Queen"s Gate, and permitted herself no recreations except such as may privily creep into religious exercises and the ministrations of favourite clergymen; and it is pleasant to think that she was very happy. As may be supposed, however, Adela (who was a good woman in quite another way, and therefore less congenial with her aunt than any mere sinner could have been) and Mrs. Topham saw very little of one another, and would not have thought of living together unless each had been able to supply what the other wanted. Adela found money for the house, and Mrs. Topham lent the shelter of her name to her niece"s unprotected condition. There were separate sitting-rooms for the two ladies, and, if rumour were true (which, after all, it usually is not), a separate staircase for the clergy.