"They are afraid you will break the bank," she said, in a stage-whisper not meant to be wasted. Those near her who understood French glanced up quickly. Croupiers smiled and said nothing. A murmur went round the table, and flowed like the rippling circles from a stone dropped in a pond, to the crowd which ringed it in.
"What do you mean?" asked Mary.
"Oh, the bank does not really break! They do not even stop play in these days. But they send for more money lest it be needed. Ah, the colossal compliment!"
The pride in Mary"s heart was like a stab of pain, almost unbearable in its intensity. But suddenly, as if the current of her thought had been broken, her inspiration seemed gone. The Something was no longer there, telling her where to stake. She wished to play again, but felt at sea, without a rudder. Her unconscious vanity rebelled against risking loss at this table of which she had been the queen, the idol.
She rose, pale and suddenly tired. "I won"t play any more," she said, in a little voice, like a child"s.
"Oh, why?" asked the young man with the straw-coloured hair.
"I don"t know why," she answered. "Only I don"t want to."
"Your money!" exclaimed Madame d"Ambre. "We must have all the gold put into _mille_ notes, or you cannot carry it."
For an instant Mary had forgotten the money and the necessity of taking it away, but Madame d"Ambre, who had now firmly identified her own interests with those of her protegee, attended to the practical duties of the partnership. She was somewhat disagreeably conscious that the young man"s eyes were fixed upon her as she collected her friend"s enormous winnings. As people made way for the Frenchwoman and her starlike companion to pa.s.s, this man gathered up his small store of gold and silver, and followed. On the outskirts of the crowd stood the Dauntreys and their party. Mary and Madame d"Ambre pa.s.sed close to them, but the heroine of the moment was too intensely excited to recognize any one. She walked as if on air, her hands full of notes, some of which she was stuffing into her gold-beaded bag.
"Why, it"s the girl in the train who said she was going to Florence,"
exclaimed Dodo Wardropp. "Can she be the one who"s made the sensation?"
"Yes, it"s she," said Lady Dauntrey. "See how they"re looking at her, and pointing her out. I wonder if it"s true she"s won thousands of pounds?"
No one answered. Lord Dauntrey had slipped quietly away from the others, and found a place at a table near enough to play over some one"s head.
This was the first time he had found a chance to test his new system, except on the toy roulette wheel. He began staking five-franc pieces, and writing down notes in a small book. The bored look was burned out of his weary eyes. They brightened, and a more healthful colour slowly drove away his unnatural paleness.
The others, who had been playing in the new rooms, did not follow or look for him. They stared at every one who seemed worth staring at. The two Americans and Dodo expected Lady Dauntrey to know everybody. It was for this, partly, that they were paying large sums to her, and they felt a depressed need of getting their money"s worth. So far the arrangements for their comfort at the Villa Bella Vista were disappointing. Still, two young men of t.i.tle were there, and that was something, although one of them was only an Austrian count, and the other no better than a baronet. But Lord Dauntrey promised for to-morrow morning Dom Ferdinand de Trevanna, the Pretender to an historic throne.
Dodo, according to Miss Collis, had "grabbed" the English baronet, and left her only the Austrian count, who looked younger than any man could really be, and had a wasp-waist which, when he bowed--as he did irritatingly often--seemed liable to snap in two. It was if anything more slender than her own, and she disliked him for it. Lady Dauntrey had Mrs. Collis on her hands, and looked sombrely discontented. But she waked up at sight of Mary. The long, pale eyes between black fringes followed the blue and silver-gold figure with silent interest. Then the handsome face became subtle and greedy.
As Mary was piloted outside the crowd by Madame d"Ambre, four young women separated themselves hastily from the group round the table, and bore down upon the pair. They were young, or else clinging desperately to the ragged edges of their youth, and all four were dressed in clothes which had been beautiful. They knew Madame d"Ambre, knew her very well indeed, for they called her "Madeleine" or "Chere Lena." Nevertheless, she did not appear pleased to see them.
"Bon soir, mes amies," she said evasively, and would have pa.s.sed on, but, laughingly, they stopped her. One, who had a marvellous complexion, large black eyes, and bright golden hair, exclaimed, with a charming Parisian accent, that they could not let their Madeleine leave them like that. They had been waiting to congratulate her friend.
"We pray that thou wilt introduce us, dear one," the spokeswoman suggested. "Surely Mademoiselle wishes to add to her happiness by making others happy?" She turned a swimming gaze upon Mary. "Figure to yourself, Mademoiselle; we are unlucky; four companions in misery. It is our bad luck which has united us. Our jewels are all p.a.w.ned. Not one of us has eaten anything since the first _dejeuner_. And we have a hunger!"
Mary stared, disconcerted by this tale of misfortune suddenly flung at her head, and scarcely sure if it were not a practical joke. The four young women were so charmingly dressed, their hair was so carefully waved, their complexions so pink and white, that it was impossible to believe in their poverty. Besides, they could evidently afford perfume, so luscious that it must be expensive. Mary thought that they smelled very good; then, a little too good; then, far, far too good, and at last almost unbearable.
"You are joking," she said, timidly.
"Indeed we are not," replied another of the group, a red-haired girl with brown, almond-shaped eyes. "We so hope that you will be an angel, and invite us all to supper."
"What nonsense, Clotilde!" exclaimed Madame d"Ambre. "We have already an engagement for supper."
"Ah, then surely, Mademoiselle, you will share your luck with us in some way? Otherwise, you can"t hope to keep it."
"I should be glad to share it," Mary said, warmly. "What can I do?"
The red-haired lady broke into gestures. "She who has won a fortune asks us who have nothing what she can do for us? How she is amusing, this pretty English one!"
"Would you--might I--that is----" Mary began to stammer.
"We would--you might!" Clotilde finished for her, laughing.
"I wonder you have not more pride!" Madame d"Ambre reproached the four, her white-rose cheeks flushing with annoyance.
"Pride does not buy us supper, or new hats," the girl with golden hair reminded her.
"Oh, please take these, and do whatever you like with them," Mary said hastily, her voice quivering with shyness and compa.s.sion. She began dealing out her thousand-franc notes, and did not stop until she had given one to each of the four.
It was at this moment that Prince Giovanni Della Robbia, unable to resist his desire to follow Mary to the Casino, came within sight of her. This was the picture he saw: the strikingly dressed girl, bright-eyed, carmine-cheeked, feverishly distributing notes to a crowd of young women more showily dressed than herself.
He turned away instantly, chilled and disgusted.
IX
Others were less fastidious than Vanno.
The calm-faced man with black pads over the left eye and ear joined Madame d"Ambre, with a lazy yet determined air, and a glance of interest at Mary. Seeing the brown youth who had been at her table, the elder man nodded to him. This gave Mary"s late neighbour an excuse which he had wanted. He stopped, and held out his hand. "How are you, Captain Hannaford?" he asked.
"Hullo, Carleton!" returned the other. "Here for the Nice flying week?"
"Yes," said Carleton, who, beside Hannaford the Englishman, showed by contrast his American origin. His chin was all that Peter had said an American"s chin ought to be, and he had keen, brilliant blue eyes.
Hannaford, though taller than he, was stouter as well as older, and therefore appeared less tall. He was of a more stolid type, and it seemed incredible that such an adventure as that sketched by Madame d"Ambre could approach such a man. Yet for once, gossip and truth were one. The thing had happened. Hannaford had lately retired from the army, after being stationed for two years in Egypt. For months he had lingered aimlessly in Monte Carlo. Life seemed over for him. But time remained, and must be killed, unless he preferred to kill himself. He had met d.i.c.k Carleton in Egypt last year, where the youngest American aeronaut was making experiments with a new monoplane in a convenient tract of desert.
At that time Captain Hannaford had not worn the little black silk pads.
He was grateful to the American for not seeming to look at them now.
"I"m here for the flying, with a hydro-aeroplane I"m rather proud of,"
Carleton went on, "but I"m not staying at Monte. I"m visiting Jim Schuyler, at his place between here and Cabbe-Roquebrune. Lovely place it is. No wonder he never bothers with the Casino, except for concerts and opera. Have you met him?"
"No. But I know him by name, of course. The names of these American millionaires are all-pervading, like microbes. Why does he pitch his tent on the threshold of Monte, if not for the Casino?"
"He says lots of people live about here who never play: and there are other attractions. He has all the gambling he wants in Wall Street: comes here for beauty and music. He gets plenty of both; doesn"t go in for society any more than for roulette, but seems to enjoy himself, the two or three months he does the hermit act in his gorgeous garden. He"s at the opera to-night. Motored me over. We"ll meet, and go back together to Stellamare. Meanwhile----"
"Meanwhile, I rather guess, as you"d say, that you"d like to meet my charming--er--acquaintance, and her friend."
"I _never_ say "guess," nor does anybody else, except in books or plays, but I should like to meet the ladies."
"Madame d"Ambre is so busy regretting she didn"t get smaller change for her _protegee"s_ unforeseen charities that she"s forgotten us. I was watching the fun at your table, toward the last."
At the sound of her name, the Frenchwoman turned. Four thousand francs was gone forever, but there was as little use in wailing over money wasted as in crying for spilt milk, so she smiled her pathetic, turned-down smile at Captain Hannaford, and looked wistfully at d.i.c.k Carleton. Then quickly, lest further irrevocable things should happen, she laid her hand on Mary"s arm. It was a gloved hand, and the glove had been mended many times. Soon, it must be thrown away; but perhaps that need not matter now. There might be a path leading to new gloves and other things. She introduced Captain Hannaford to Mademoiselle Grant, and he in turn introduced "Mr. Richard Carleton, the well-known airman,"
to them both. Madeleine could speak a little English, but with difficulty, and preferred French. Still, it would have been unwise to tell secrets in English when she was near.
Seeing that she had no intention of pa.s.sing on the introduction, Clotilde et Cie. retired gracefully, each of the four a thousand francs richer and a thousand times happier than she had been five minutes before.
"What about supper?" said Hannaford. "Gambling always makes me hungry.