"But a soul with evil tendencies," Ward began impatiently, "if one must meet you on your own ground--"
"Ha! my dear sir, those evil tendencies would be in the soiling memories, and my boy is free from them."
"He went toward all that was soiling before. Surely you can"t pretend he may not take that direction again?"
"That," returned the professor quickly, "is his to choose. If this lady can be with him now, he will choose right."
"So!" cried Miss Elizabeth, "you offer her the role of a guide, do you?
First she is to be his companion through a trial for bigamy in a French court, and, if he is acquitted, his nurse, teacher, and moral preceptor?" She turned swiftly to her cousin. "That"s YOUR conception of a woman"s mission?"
"I haven"t any mission," Mrs. Harman answered quietly. "I"ve never thought about missions; I only know I belong to him; that"s all I EVER thought about it. I don"t pretend to explain it, or make it seem reasonable. And when I met him again, here, it was--it was--it was proved to me."
"Proved?" echoed Miss Elizabeth incredulously.
"Yes; proved as certainly as the sun shining proves that it"s day."
"Will you tell us?"
It was I who asked the question: I spoke involuntarily, but she did not seem to think it strange that I should ask.
"Oh, when I first met him," she said tremulously, "I was frightened; but it was not he who frightened me--it was the rush of my own feeling.
I did not know what I felt, but I thought I might die, and he was so like himself as I had first known him--but so changed, too; there was something so wonderful about him, something that must make any stranger feel sorry for him, and yet it is beautiful--" She stopped for a moment and wiped her eyes, then went on bravely: "And the next day he came, and waited for me--I should have come here for him if he hadn"t--and I fell in with the mistake he had made about my name. You see, he"d heard I was called "Madame d"Armand," and I wanted him to keep on thinking that, for I thought if he knew I was Mrs. Harman he might find out--"
She paused, her lip beginning to tremble. "Oh, don"t you see why I didn"t want him to know? I didn"t want him to suffer as he would--as he does now, poor child!--but most of all I wanted--I wanted to see if he would fall in love with me again! I kept him from knowing, because, if he thought I was a stranger, and the same thing happened again--his caring for me, I mean--" She had begun to weep now, freely and openly, but not from grief. "Oh!" she cried, "don"t you SEE how it"s all proven to me?"
"I see how it has deluded you!" said Miss Elizabeth vehemently. "I see what a rose-light it has thrown about this creature; but it won"t last, thank G.o.d! any more than it did the other time. The thing is for you to come to your senses before--"
"Ah, my dear, I have come to them at last and for ever!" The words rang full and strong, though she was white and shaking, and heavy tears filled her eyes. "I know what I am doing now, if I never knew before!"
"You never did know--" Miss Ward began, but George stopped her.
"Elizabeth!" he said quickly. "We mustn"t go on like this; it"s more than any of us can bear. Come, let"s get out into the air; let"s get back to Quesnay. We"ll have Ingle drive us around the longer way, by the sea." He turned to his cousin. "Louise, you"ll come now? If not, we"ll have to stay here with you."
"I"ll come," she answered, trying bravely to stop the tears that kept rising in spite of her; "if you"ll wait till"--and suddenly she flashed through them a smile so charming that my heart ached the harder for George--"till I can stop crying!"
CHAPTER XXI
Mr. Earl Percy and I sat opposite each other at dinner that evening.
Perhaps, for charity"s sake, I should add that though we faced each other, and, indeed, eyed each other solemnly at intervals, we partook not of the same repast, having each his own table; his being set in the garden at his constant station near the gallery steps, and mine, some fifty feet distant, upon my own veranda, but moved out from behind the honeysuckle screen, for I sat alone and the night was warm.
To a.n.a.lyse my impression of Mr. Percy"s glances, I cannot conscientiously record that I found favour in his eyes. For one thing, I fear he may not have recalled to his bosom a clarion sentiment (which doubtless he had ofttimes cheered from his native gallery in softer years): the honourable declaration that many an honest heart beats beneath a poor man"s coat. As for his own attire, he was even as the lilies of Quesnay; that is to say, I beheld upon him the same formation of tie that I had seen there, the same sensuous beauty of the state waistcoat, though I think that his b.u.t.tons were, if anything, somewhat spicier than those which had awed me at the chateau. And when we simultaneously reached the fragrant hour of coffee, the cigarette case that glittered in his hand was one for which some lady-friend of his (I knew intuitively) must have given her All--and then been left in debt.
Amedee had served us both; Glouglou, as aforetime, attending the silent "Grande Suite," where the curtains were once more tightly drawn.
Monsieur Rameau dined with his client in her own salon, evidently; at least, Victorine, the femme de chambre, pa.s.sed to and from the kitchen in that direction, bearing laden trays. When Mr. Percy"s cigarette had been lighted, hesitation marked the manner of our maitre d"hotel; plainly he wavered, but finally old custom prevailed; abandoning the cigarette, he chose the cigar, and, hastily clearing my fashionable opponent"s table, approached the pavilion with his most conversational face.
I greeted him indifferently, but with hidden pleasure, for my soul (if Keredec is right and I have one) lay sorrowing. I needed relief, and whatever else Amedee was, he was always that. I spoke first:
"Amedee, how long a walk is it from Quesnay to Pere Baudry"s?"
"Monsieur, about three-quarters of an hour for a good walker, one might say."
"A long way for Jean Ferret to go for a cup of cider," I remarked musingly.
"Eh? But why should he?" asked Amedee blankly.
"Why indeed? Surely even a Norman gardener lives for more than cider!
You usually meet him there about noon, I believe?"
Methought he had the grace to blush, though there is an everlasting doubt in my mind that it may have been the colour of the candle-shade producing that illusion. It was a strange thing to see, at all events, and, taking it for a physiological fact at the time, I let my willing eyes linger upon it as long as it (or its appearance) was upon him.
"You were a little earlier than usual to-day," I continued finally, full of the marvel.
"Monsieur?" He was wholly blank again.
"Weren"t you there about eleven? Didn"t you go about two hours after Mr. Ward and his friends left here?"
He scratched his head. "I believe I had an errand in that direction.
Eh? Yes, I remember. Truly, I think it so happened."
"And you found Jean Ferret there?"
"Where, monsieur?"
"At Pere Baudry"s."
"No, monsieur."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"No, monsieur." He was firm, somewhat reproachful.
"You didn"t see Jean Ferret this morning?"
"Monsieur?"
"Amedee!"
"Eh, but I did not find him at Pere Baudry"s! It may have happened that I stopped there, but he did not come until some time after."
"After you had gone away from Pere Baudry"s, you mean?"
"No, monsieur; after I arrived there. Truly."
"Now we have it! And you gave him the news of all that had happened here?"
"Monsieur!"