"You must let me come and thank you--" he began.
"You must thank Miss Marion Grimston," she interrupted, "for any real service. All I"ve done for you, as you see, has been to bring you on an unnecessary journey."
"For me it has been a journey--into truth."
"I"ll say good-night now. I shall not see you in the morning. You"ll not forget to be very gentle with Dorothea, will you--and with him?
Good-night again--good-night."
Smiling into his eyes, she ignored the hand he held out to her and slipped away into the semi-darkness as the impatient clerk began turning out the lights.
XXII
Derek Pruyn was guilty of an injustice to the Marquis de Bienville in supposing he would make the incident at Lakefield a topic of conversation among his friends. His sense of honor alone would have kept him from betraying what might be looked upon as an involuntary confidence, even if it had not better suited his purposes to intrust the matter, in the form of an amusing anecdote, told under the seal of secrecy, to Mrs. Bayford. In her hands it was like invested capital, adding to itself, while he did nothing at all. Months of insinuation on his part would have failed to achieve the result that she brought about in a few days" time, with no more effort than a rose makes in shedding perfume.
Before Derek had been able to recover from the feeling of having pa.s.sed through a strange waking dream, before Dorothea and he had resumed the ordinary tenor of their life together, before he had seen Diane again, he was given to understand that the little scene on Bienville"s arrival at the Bay Tree Inn was familiar matter in the offices, banks, and clubs he most frequented. The intelligence was conveyed by a score of trivial signs, suggestive, satirical, or over-familiar, which he would not have perceived in days gone by, but to which he had grown sensitive. It was clear that the story gained piquancy from its contrast with the staidness of his life; and his most intimate friends permitted themselves a little covert "chaff" with him on the event. He was not of a nature to resent this raillery on his own account; it was serious to him only because it touched Diane.
For her the matter was so grave that he exhausted his ingenuity in devising means for her protection. He refrained from even seeing her until he could go with some ultimatum before which she should be obliged to yield. An unsuccessful appeal to her, he judged, would be worse than none at all; and until he discovered arguments which she could not controvert he decided to hold his peace.
Action of some sort became imperative when he found that Miss Lucilla Van Tromp had heard the story and drawn from it what seemed to her the obvious conclusion.
"I should never have believed it," she declared, tearfully, "if you hadn"t admitted it yourself. I told Mrs. Bayford that nothing but your own words would convince me that any such scene had taken place."
"Allowing that it did, isn"t it conceivable that it might have had an honorable motive?"
"Then, what is it? If you could tell me that--"
"I could tell you easily enough if there weren"t other considerations involved. I should think that in the circ.u.mstances you could trust me."
"n.o.body else does, Derek."
"Whom do you mean by n.o.body else?--Mrs. Bayford?"
"Oh, she"s not the only one. If your men friends don"t believe in you--"
"They believe in me, all right; don"t you worry about that."
"They may believe in you as men believe in one another; but it isn"t the way I believe in people."
"I know how you believe in people if ill-natured women would let you alone. You wouldn"t mistrust a thief if you saw him stealing your watch from your pocket."
"That"s not true, Derek. I can be as suspicious as any one when I like."
"But don"t you see that your suspicion doesn"t only light, on me? It strikes Diane."
"That"s just it."
"Lucilla! he cried, reproachfully.
"Well, Derek, you know how loyal I"ve been to her. It"s been harder, too, than you"ve ever been aware of; for I haven"t told you--I _wouldn"t_ tell you--one-half the things that people have hinted to me during the past two years."
"Yes; but who? A lot of jealous women--"
"It"s no use saying that, Derek; because your own actions contradict you. Why did Diane leave your house, if it wasn"t that you believed--?"
"Don"t." He raised his hand to his face, as if protecting himself from a blow.
"I wouldn"t," she cried, "if you didn"t make me. I say it only in self-defence. After all, you can only accuse me of what you"ve done yourself. Diane made me think at first that you had misjudged her; but I see now that if she had been a good woman you wouldn"t have sent her away."
"I didn"t send her away. She went."
"Yes, Derek; but why?"
"That has nothing to do with the question under discussion."
"On the contrary, it has everything to do with it. It all belongs together. I"ve loved Diane, and defended her; but I"ve come to the point where I can"t do it any longer. After what"s happened--"
"But, I tell you, what"s happened is nothing! If it was only right for me to explain it to you, as I shall explain it to you some day, you"d find you owed her a debt that you never could repay."
"Very well! I won"t dispute it. It still doesn"t affect the main point at issue. Can you yourself, Derek, honestly and truthfully affirm that you look upon Diane as a good woman, in the sense that is usually attached to the words?"
"I can honestly and truthfully affirm that I look upon her as one of the best women in the world."
"That isn"t the point. Louise de la Valliere became one of the best women in the world; but there are some other things that might be said of her. But I"ll not argue; I"ll not insist. Since you think I"m wrong, I"ll take your own word for it, Derek. Just tell me once, tell me without quibble and on your honor as my cousin and a gentleman, that you believe Diane to be--what I"ve supposed her to be hitherto, and what you know very well I mean, and I"ll not doubt it further."
For a moment he stood speechless, trying to formulate the lie he could utter most boldly, until he was struck with the double thought that to defend Diane"s honor with a falsehood would be to defame it further, while a lie to this pure, trusting, virginal spirit would be a crime.
"Tell me, Derek," she insisted; "tell me, and I"ll believe you."
He retreated a pace or two, as if trying to get out of her presence.
"I"m listening, Derek; go on; I"m willing to take your word."
"Then I repeat," he said, weakly, "that I believe her, I _know_ her, to be one of the best women in the world."
"Like Louise de la Valliere?"
"Yes," he shouted, maddened to the retort, "like Louise de la Valliere!
And what then?" He stood as if demanding a reply. "Nothing. I have no more to say."
"Then I have; and I"ll ask you to listen." He drew near to her again and spoke slowly. "There were doubtless many good women in Jerusalem in the time of Herod and Pilate and Christ; but not the least held in honor among us to-day is--the Magdalen. That"s one thing; and here"s something more. There is joy, so we are told, in the presence of the angels of G.o.d--plenty of it, let us hope!--but it isn"t over the ninety-and-nine just persons who need no repentance, so much as over the one poor, deserted, lonely sinner that repenteth--that repenteth, Lucilla, do you hear?-and you know whom I mean."
With this as his confession of faith he left her, to go in search of Diane. He had formed the ultimatum before which, as he believed, she should find herself obliged to surrender.
It was a day on which Diane"s mood was one of comparative peace. She was engrossed in an occupation which at once soothed her spirits and appealed to her taste. Madame Cauchat, the land-lady, bewailing the continued illness of her lingere, Diane had begged to be allowed to take charge of the linen-room of the hotel, not merely as a means of earning a living, but because she delighted in such work. Methodical in her habits and nimble with her needle, the neatness, smoothness, and purity of piles of white damask stirred all those house-wifely, home-keeping instincts which are so large a part of every Frenchwoman"s nature. Her fingers busy with the quiet, delicate task of mending, her mind could dwell with the greater content on such subjects as she had for satisfaction.