Two ladies were pa.s.sing, on foot. One was the elder Miss Desmond--she who had warned him that one of these days he would be caught--and the other, hanging lovingly on her aunt"s arm, was, of course, Betty. But a smart, changed, awakened Betty! She was dressed almost as beautifully as the lady whose profile he had failed to recognise, but much more simply. Her eyes were alight, and she was babbling away to her aunt. She was even gesticulating a little, for all the world like a French girl. He noted the well-gloved hand with which she emphasized some point in her talk.
"That"s the hand," he said, "that I held when we sat on the plough in the shed and I told her fortune."
He had risen, and his feet led him along the road they had taken. Ten yards ahead of him he saw the swing of the aunt"s serviceable brown skirt and beside it Betty"s green and gray.
"I am not breaking my word," he replied to the Inward Monitor. "Who"s going out of his way to speak to the girl?"
He watched the brown gown and the green all the way down the Boulevard des Capucines, saw them cross the road and go up the steps of the Madeleine. He paused at the corner. It was hard, certainly, to keep his promise; yet so far it was easy, because he could not well recall himself to the Misses Desmond on the ground of his having six months ago involved the one in a row with her relations, and discussed the situation afterwards with the other.
"I do wonder where they"re staying, though," he told himself. "If one were properly introduced--?" But he knew that the aunt would consider no introduction a proper one that should renew his acquaintance with Betty.
"Wolf, wolf," he said, "let the fold alone! There"s no door for you, and you"ve pledged your sacred word as an honourable wolf not to jump any more hurdles."
And as he stood musing, the elder Miss Desmond came down the church steps and walked briskly away.
Some men would, doubtless, have followed her example, if not her direction. Vernon was not one of these. He found himself going up the steps of the great church. He had as good a right to go into the Madeleine as the next man. He would probably not see the girl. If he did he would not speak. Almost certainly he would not even see her.
But Destiny had remembered Mr. Vernon once more. Betty was standing just inside the door, her face upturned, and all her soul in her eyes.
The mutterings of the organ and the voices of boys filled the great dark building.
He went and stood close by her. He would not speak. He would keep his word. But she should have a chance of speaking. His eyes were on her face. The hymn ended. She exhaled a held breath, started and spoke.
"You?" she said, "_you_?" The two words are spelled alike. Spoken, they are capable of infinite variations. The first "you" sent Vernon"s blood leaping. The second froze it to what it had been before he met her. For indeed that little unfinished idyll had been almost forgotten by the man who sat drinking Vermouth outside the Cafe de la Paix.
"How are you?" he whispered. "Won"t you shake hands?"
She gave him a limp and unresponsive glove.
"I had almost forgotten you," she said, "but I am glad to see you--because--Come to the door. I don"t like talking in churches."
They stood on the steps behind one of the great pillars.
"Do you think it is wise to stand here?" he said. "Your aunt might see us."
"So you followed us in?" said Betty with perfect self-possession.
"That was very kind. I have often wished to see you, to tell you how much obliged I am for all your kindness in the Spring. I was only a child then, and I didn"t understand, but now I quite see how good it was of you."
"Why do you talk like that?" he said. "You don"t think--you can"t think it was my fault?"
"Your fault! What?"
"Why, your father finding us and--"
"Oh, _that_!" she said lightly. "Oh, I had forgotten that! Ridiculous, wasn"t it? No, I mean your kindness in giving so many hours to teaching a perfect duffer. Well, now I"ve seen you and said what I had to say, I think I"ll go back."
"No, don"t go," he said. "I want to know--oh, all sorts of things! I can see your aunt from afar, and fly if she approaches."
"You don"t suppose," said Betty, opening her eyes at him, "that I shan"t tell her I"ve seen you?"
He had supposed it, and cursed his clumsiness.
"Ah, I see," she went on, "you think I should deceive my aunt now because I deceived my step-father in the Spring. But I was a child then,--and besides, I"m fond of my aunt."
"Did you know that she came to see me?"
"Of course. You seem to think we live in an atmosphere of deceit, Mr.
Vernon."
"What"s the matter with you?" he said bluntly, for finer weapons seemed useless. "What have I done to make you hate me?"
"I hate you? Oh, no--not in the least," said Betty spitefully. "I am very grateful to you for all your kindness."
"Where are you staying?" he asked.
"Hotel Bete," said Betty, off her guard, "but--"
The "but" marked his first score.
"I wish I could have called to see your aunt," he said carelessly, "but I am off to Vienna to-morrow."
Betty believed that she did not change countenance by a hair"s breadth.
"I hope you"ll have a delightful time," she said politely.
"Thanks. I am sure I shall. The only consolation for leaving Paris is that one is going to Vienna. Are you here for long?"
"I don"t know." Betty was on her guard again.
"Paris is a delightful city, isn"t it?"
"Most charming."
"Have you been here long?"
"No, not very long."
"Are you still working at your painting? It would be a pity to give that up."
"I am not working just now."
"I see your aunt," he said hurriedly. "Are you going to send me away like this? Don"t be so unjust, so ungenerous. It"s not like you--my pupil of last Spring was not unjust."
"Your pupil of last Spring was a child and a duffer, Mr. Vernon, as I said before. But she is grateful to you for one thing--no, two."
"What"s the other?" he asked swiftly.
"Your drawing-lessons," she demurely answered.