"I will do so, certainly," Wildred returned. "Not that any reminder could be needed, for Farnham is one of your most enthusiastic admirers, I should say."
We were vastly polite to each other during what remained of the conversation, far more ceremoniously so than we should have been likely to be had there been any solid liking on either side under the thin veneer of friendliness.
In a few moments I had got away, despite Wildred"s repeated request that I should remain and share his lonely Christmas dinner with him. Somehow, a mouthful of food taken in that house would have choked me, and I left with the echo of the awful cry I had heard still seemingly ringing in my ears.
I half expected that Farnham might look in upon me, as Wildred had suggested, and therefore spent what remained of the evening after my return to town at the hotel. But he did not come, and shortly after midnight I threw down the book in which I had been able to retain no great interest, and went to bed.
It was ridiculously early when I woke, and my first conscious thought was a joyous one, that now only one day intervened between me and the call I promised myself to make at Lady Tressidy"s.
I had endeavoured to explain to my own satisfaction the presence of a portrait which I believed to represent Miss Cunningham at the House by the Lock. There were many ways in which it might have found a place there, without betokening any great intimacy between the original of the picture and Carson Wildred. It might have been an Academy success which he had purchased; it might be even that the resemblance was merely one of chance.
Still, try as I might to settle the doubts which, no matter how often discarded, invariably came crowding back to my brain, I was already far too deeply plunged into love to remember with calmness my glimpse of the canvas under the drapery.
Of course it would be impossible for me to refer to it in talking with Lady Tressidy or Miss Cunningham, if I were lucky enough to see them on Sunday; but in some indirect way I might be able to induce one of them to mention it. I could refer to my visit to the House by the Lock perhaps, touching lightly upon my impression of the striking decorations in the studio, or smoking-room, and then, if there were nothing to conceal, and Miss Cunningham were aware that Mr. Wildred possessed her portrait, it would be very natural that a word or two in regard to it might pa.s.s her lips.
As I was on my way down to breakfast a little after ten, I met one of the bell boys with a telegram, which he had been on the way to bring to my door.
It was a long and elaborate message, and glancing down to the end of the seven or eight lines I read Farnham"s name. I then went back to the beginning again.
"So sorry not to have seen you yesterday," the words ran. "Wildred has come to town, bringing my luggage, on receipt of a wire from me saying I have just heard of important financial business calling me to America at once. Has told me of your visit. Very vexed can"t keep engagement with you to-night, and that this must after all be farewell, as am leaving immediately for Southampton by boat train. Good-bye and good luck to you. Will write you soon from other side, addressing Savoy Hotel. Yours, HARVEY FARNHAM."
I cannot say I felt any very deep disappointment at the thought that I should not see my friend from the States again. I liked him, and had found him a pleasant companion, but had it not been for the strange and unpleasant dream which had somehow gifted him with an artificial importance in my mind, I should have cherished few regrets at his sudden flitting. As it was, I had a curious sense of uneasiness, and an inexplicable impression that in some undefined way I had done him an injustice, or been careless of his interests, though in reality I was very sure I had done nothing of the kind.
Still, I could not shake off the feeling, and with an odd restlessness upon me I started almost immediately after breakfast for a long walk.
For some time I went on without paying very much attention to the direction I had taken, but mechanically I had pa.s.sed along the Embankment, so on through crowded Piccadilly, and thus to the Park.
The dreary stretch of sodden gra.s.s, with stripped trees, and here and there a patch of dingy London snow, did not look particularly inviting, but I went in, wondering a little at my own aimlessness of mood.
I had intended to do a good deal of writing during the morning and early afternoon, but I knew that, even had I stayed at home, it would have been impossible for me to put pen to paper.
The ubiquitous cyclist was to be seen in great numbers and to the best advantage. At this time of year the "smart set" was for the most part conspicuous by its absence, but there were some pretty and neatly costumed young women, and as I pursued my way slowly, idly looking at those who pa.s.sed, there was a flash of red-gold hair as a slender figure in dark grey cloth shot by, and I knew, with a quickening of my heart throbs, that I had seen Miss Cunningham.
She was going very well, and I was admiring the pretty back with its girlish shoulders and slim tapering waist, when suddenly a woman, riding in the opposite direction, swerved across the road on her wheel, before Miss Cunningham had been given either time to slacken her speed or to turn out of the way.
A collision was inevitable, and without waiting for it to happen, as I knew it must, in another instant I ran forward with great springing strides.
It was all over before I could reach the place. Both had fallen, and several pa.s.sers-by on wheels had stopped and collected in so close a group that I could not see whether one or both had been seriously injured.
In less time than is taken in the telling, however, I had elbowed my way through the well-meaning crowd to find Miss Cunningham sitting on the edge of the gra.s.s nursing a twisted ankle, her lovely face looking white and troubled.
The cause of the accident was already on her feet, and in the midst of such voluble apologies and explanations that I could only conclude she, at least, had suffered slightly.
"Miss Cunningham," I said, warning the girl of my presence; and she looked up with a tremulous little cry of surprise and perhaps relief.
"Oh, I am so thankful!" she exclaimed. "I was just wondering what I should do. But--but you will help me, I know."
"If you will let me," I responded, rather too eagerly. "I saw the accident from a distance. I hope you are not much hurt."
"I don"t quite know," she said, ruefully.
By this time we had been practically left alone. Seeing that an acquaintance of the young lady"s had opportunely appeared upon the scene, the others, whose proffered a.s.sistance could now be dispensed with, had one by one moved away.
"Is it your ankle?" I asked, stooping down over the dainty foot which showed beneath the short bicycling dress.
"Yes; it seemed to turn under me as I fell, somehow. And my poor machine! I know it must have had a terrible smash. I feel far worse about it than I do about myself. But the whole thing is a punishment, I suppose. I oughtn"t to have come out alone. Lady Tressidy never allows it, and will be very cross with me when she hears what has happened, I"m afraid. I shan"t have a bit more sympathy than I deserve, when it comes out. I hadn"t meant her to know at all, you see."
I could not imagine how even a woman could find it in her heart to reproach the owner of those beautiful appealing eyes and exquisite lips, quivering now, between smiles and tears, like those of a mutinous child.
If I had dared tell her how deep was the sympathy I felt! But I was only afraid lest she might read it, and more, in my eyes.
Sympathetic though I was, however, I could not control my joy that, since the accident _had_ happened, I--and no other--had been on the spot to offer aid which she might deign to accept.
"Don"t mind about your bicycle," I said. "I"m sure it"s all right, or can easily be made so again; and if you"ll let me enter into the plot, perhaps between us we can think of a road out of the difficulty with Lady Tressidy. But the first thing to do is to get you safely away from this."
"I"m afraid I can"t walk!" she warned me, laughing nervously.
"Of course not. A cab"s the thing, with the invalided bike on top. But may I be with you? I don"t see how it is possible to let you go by yourself."
"It will be very--unconventional, won"t it?" she smiled. "But there are times when conventionalities must be thrown aside, and I shall be grateful if you"ll take care of me, and do all the planning, please."
Then, womanlike, contradicting her own last sentence, she went on, "But I don"t see how we can manage about a cab. Of course there won"t be any here, and--I don"t _very_ much want to be left sitting here all alone."
"And you shall not be, for a moment," I said, joyful even at this small sign that my presence was not actually disagreeable to her. "There are plenty of people who will call a cab for us."
And I proceeded to put my statement to the proof.
Within five minutes an unusually presentable four-wheeler had appeared upon the scene, the unfortunate bicycle had been handed up on top, and the young lady had been tenderly helped inside.
"Tell him just to go on slowly for a few minutes while we talk things over," she commanded, more cheerfully. "Do you know, Mr. Stanton, after all I begin to hope my ankle is not so badly hurt; and though, as I told you, I shall be in a sad sc.r.a.pe when I get home, and have to confess, still--there"s a spice of adventure in all this that appeals to me, rather. It"s a very long time since I have had an adventure of any kind."
Poor child, she little guessed how many awaited her behind the lowered curtain of the future!
"Never have _I_ had one which would be so wholly delightful," I boldly said, "if I had not to think that you were in pain."
"Oh, it is really not so dreadful." She blushed brightly, but when the lovely rose tint faded it left her pale even to the lips. "Suppose we talk," she went on more sedately, "about the way in which you are to get me out of my difficulty--for I think you"ve promised to do that."
I adopted her tone at once. "Let us begin with judicial questioning then. Was Lady Tressidy at home when you came out?"
"No"--laughing--"or I couldn"t have come--on my bicycle. She"d gone to an anti-something meeting (Lady Tressidy is very fond of anti-something meetings, as you"ll discover for yourself when you know her). She won"t be at home to lunch either, and she need never find me out in my iniquity, except that--even though my foot is not so _very_ bad--I shall be sure to limp. She will enquire what has happened, and, of course, though my conscience would not reproach me much for silence, if that were possible, I couldn"t tell a fib."
I would have been ready to swear that she was not one of the young women who could rattle off what they might call "harmless evasions" with a candidly smiling face.
"Suppose, then," I suggested, "that you allow me to take you at once to a doctor, who will examine your ankle, and perhaps be able to anoint it with some healing lotion, which may prevent the limping you so dread.
There used to be a man in this neighbourhood whom I knew by reputation when I was in England last. I remember street and number, and it"s not very likely that he"s moved away."
"A grand idea," she exclaimed; but though she tried to speak brightly, even merrily, it was plain to see that she was suffering a good deal, whether more physically or mentally I could not tell.
I put out my head and gave directions to the cabman, and when I drew it in again to glance anxiously at the face which already I so pa.s.sionately loved, I saw that it was even whiter than before. The eyes were drooping and the dark curling lashes almost swept the colourless cheeks. As though she felt my gaze upon her, she looked up instantly, and made an effort to smile; but the mischievous light which had danced in her eyes when she first sank restfully back upon the shabby cushions of the cab had been suddenly and utterly quenched.