"Ready here." Moya knew that it must be plain to both Captain Kilmeny and his sister that they had interrupted a disagreement of some sort.
Characteristically, she took the bull by the horns. "Mr. Verinder and I are through quarreling. At least I"m through. Are you?" she asked the mine owner with a laugh.
"Didn"t know I"d been quarreling, Miss Dwight," Verinder replied stiffly.
"You haven"t. I"ve been doing it all." She turned lightly to her betrothed. "They didn"t send up the pinto, Ned. Hope he hasn"t really gone lame."
Verinder had been put out of the picture. He turned and walked into the lobby of the hotel, suddenly resolved to make a complaint to Lady Farquhar about the way Moya Dwight had interfered with his plans. He would show that young lady whether she could treat him so outrageously without getting the wigging she deserved.
Lady Farquhar listened with a contempt she was careful to veil. It was not according to the code that a man should run with the tale of his injuries to a young woman"s chaperon. Yet she sympathized with him even while she defended Moya. No doubt if Captain Kilmeny had been at hand his fiancee would have taken the matter to him for decision. In his absence she had probably felt that it was inc.u.mbent on her to save his cousin from trouble.
The mine owner received Lady Farquhar"s explanations in skeptical silence. In his opinion, Moya"s interest in Jack Kilmeny had nothing to do with the relationship between that scamp and the captain. He would have liked to say so flatly, but he felt it safer to let his manner convey the innuendo. In her heart Lady Farquhar was of the same belief.
She resolved to have a serious talk with Moya before night.
CHAPTER XX
COLTER TAKES A HAND
Moya combed her long rippling hair while Lady Farquhar laid down the law that hedges a young woman from the satisfaction of her generous impulses. For the most part the girl listened in silence, a flush burning through each of her dusky cheeks. There was nothing to be said that would avail. She might defend the thing she had done, but not the feelings that had inspired her action.
"It is all very well to be independent within limits, my dear, but young women of our cla.s.s are subject to the penalties that go with our privileges. When I was a girl I rebelled but had to obey. So must you."
Lady Farquhar interrupted herself to admire the vivid rebel she was admonishing. "What wonderful hair you have--so long and thick and wavy.
It must take a great deal of care."
"Yes," Moya admitted absently.
She did not resent the rebuke Lady Jim had come to give her while she was undressing. No doubt she deserved it. She had been unmaidenly, and all for love of this light-hearted vagabond who did not care the turn of a hand for her. All day her thoughts had been in chaotic ferment. At times she lashed herself with the whip of her own scorn because she cared for a self-confessed thief, for a man who lived outside the law and was not ashamed of it. Again it was the knowledge of her unwanted love that flayed her, or of the injustice to her betrothed in so pa.s.sionate a feeling for another man. With all her strong young will she fought against this devouring flame that possessed her--and she knew that she fought in vain.
In the shipwreck of her self-respect she clung to one spar. Soon they would be on their way back to that well-ordered world where she would be entirely in the groove of convention. Her engagement to Captain Kilmeny would be announced. Surely among the many distractions of London she would forget this debonair scamp who had bewitched her.
"You should have come to me--or to India for that matter. She is his cousin and is in a different position from you. Don"t you see that, my dear?" Lady Farquhar asked gently.
And again Moya said "Yes" wearily.
"James and I understand you--how impulsive you are--and how generous.
But Mr. Kilmeny--and Mr. Verinder--what do you suppose they think?"
"I don"t care what Mr. Verinder thinks." And Moya began to coil her hair loosely for the night.
"But that"s just it--a girl _must_ care. She can"t afford to allow anyone an opportunity to think unpleasant things about her. She has to guard her reputation very jealously."
"And I suppose I"ve been playing ducks and drakes with mine," Moya said, pushing home a hairpin.
"I don"t say that, dear. What I say is that Mr. Kilmeny may misunderstand your interest in him."
"He may think I"m in love with him. Is that it?" flashed the girl.
"He might. Give a man"s vanity the least chance and----"
A reckless impulse to hurt herself--the same which leads a man to grind on an aching tooth in heady rage--swept Moya like a flame.
"Then he would think the truth," she interrupted. "What"s the use of denying it? I ... I"m in love with him."
"Moya." Lady Farquhar"s protest came in a horrified gasp.
The young woman turned her slim body in the chair with supple grace so as to face her chaperon. Beneath the dark eyes spots of color burned through the tan.
"It"s true. I"ve cared ... ever since we met him."
"And he--has he ever made love to you?"
"Never. He"s thought only of Joyce. That"s what makes it more shameless."
Lady Farquhar took a moment to absorb the unwelcome news. "I never dreamed it was as bad as this. Of course I knew he interested you a good deal, but----"
Moya could not keep scorn of herself out of her voice. "But you didn"t think I was so lost to decency as to throw myself at his head. You see I am."
"Nonsense," cut in her chaperon with sharp common sense. "You"re not the first girl that has fancied a man who won"t do. It"s imagination--a good deal of it. Make yourself forget him. That"s all you can do."
"I can"t do that. I"ve tried," confessed Moya miserably.
"Then try again--and again--and still again. Remember that you are engaged to a man worth a dozen of him. Call your pride to help you."
"It seems that I have none. I"ve told myself forty times that he"s a highgrader and that doesn"t help."
Her friend was alarmed. "You don"t mean that you would marry a man who is a--a man who steals ore."
"No. I wouldn"t marry him ... even if he wanted me--which he doesn"t. I haven"t fallen that far."
"Glad to hear you say that," answered Lady Farquhar with a sigh of relief. She took the girl in her arms and patted one of the shoulders over which the hair cascaded. "My dear, it"s hard. You"re intense and emotional. But you"ve got to--to buck up, as James says. You"re brave--and you"re strong-willed. Make a winning fight."
"What about ... Ned?"
"Does he suspect?"
"I don"t know. Sometimes I think he does. But you know how generous he is. He never says anything, or avoids the subject of his cousin in any way." She added, after an instant: "Ned knows that I don"t ... love him--that is, in one way. He says he is ready to wait till that comes."
"Ned Kilmeny is a man out of a million."
Moya nodded. "Yes. That"s why this is so unfair to him. What ought I to do? Shall I break the engagement? That"s what I want to do, but it will hurt him a good deal."
"Wait. Give yourself and him a chance. In a few days we"ll be started home."
"That"s what I"ve been telling myself. Everything here reminds me of--_him_. It will be different then, I try to think. But--down in my heart I don"t think it will."
"And I know it will," the matron told her promptly. "Time, my dear, heals all our woes. Youth has great recuperative power. In a year you will wonder how he ever cast such a spell over you."