So, with a gay spirit, she piloted her two friends on that summer morning. No presentiment of evil touched her, no cloud was in her sky.
Gaily she sped along the sunny road, little dreaming that that same sun that so gladdened her was to set upon the last of her youth.
The car was in a good mood also, and they hummed merrily past the little stone church of Brethaven and up to the great iron gate of Redlands just as the clock in the tower struck ten.
"Good business!" commented Nick, as he descended to open the gate. "That gives me two hours and a half. Don"t be later than twelve-thirty, Olga _mia_, for starting back."
Olga promised, as she dexterously turned the car and ran in up the drive. He sprang upon the step, and so she brought him to his own door.
"Good-bye, Nick!" she said then, lifting her bright face.
He bent and lightly kissed her. "Good-bye! Don"t go and get drowned, either of you, for my sake! Yes, you can leave the car here. It won"t rain at present."
He stood on his own step and watched them go, with a motherly smile on his wrinkled face.
"Bless their hearts!" he murmured, as he finally turned away. "I"ll swear it"s all a mistake. She looks like a queen this morning; and as for Olga, if she has really given her heart to that ugly doctor chap I have never yet seen a woman in love."
He entered the house with the words, and straightway dismissed them from his mind.
"We will go to the sh.o.r.e first," Violet decreed. "Mrs. Briggs won"t be expecting us so early. I hear that some more of the Priory land has been slipping into the sea. We must go and see it."
So to the sh.o.r.e they went. The slip was not a serious one. They made their way to the spot over loose sand and rocks, and dropped down in a sandy hollow to rest.
"Poor old Priory!" said Violet. "It"s sure to be swallowed up like the rest some day. I wonder if I shall live to see it."
"Oh, surely not!" said Olga.
Violet laughed. "Do you think I am destined to die young then?"
"I can"t imagine you dying or growing old," said Olga, with simplicity.
"My dear, what gross flattery!" Violet laughed again, her eyes upon the glittering sea. "Immortal youth! How divine it sounds! Allegro, I should hate to be old." She stretched out her arms to the sky-line. "I want to keep young for ever," she said. "Do you really think I shall? I sometimes think--" she paused.
"What?" said Olga.
She turned round to her with a little gesture of confidence. "I sometimes have a feeling, Allegro, that I must be getting old or dull or plain already. Men don"t make love to me so much as they did."
"My dear, what nonsense!" exclaimed Olga, with burning cheeks.
"No, listen! It"s true." There was almost a sound of tears in the deep voice. "It"s quite true, Allegro. I am not so attractive as I was. I feel it. I know it. Something is lost. I don"t know what it is. It went from me that night--you remember!--and it hasn"t returned. I thought it was my soul at first. I still sometimes wonder." She laid a hand that quivered and clung upon Olga"s arm. "And the dreadful part of it is, Allegro, that Max knows. He looks at me with the most deadly knowledge in his eyes--such wicked eyes they are, all green and piercing, and so cruel--so cruel."
A great shiver went through her, and then all in a moment--before Olga could utter a word--her mood had changed. She leaped suddenly to her feet, all sparkling animation and excitement.
"See! There is a yacht just come round the headland! How close it is!
Oh, Allegro, wouldn"t you love to go on the water this stifling day?"
"An easy wish to gratify!" observed a voice close to them.
Olga turned with a violent start. Violet merely glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Hunt-Goring, stepping lightly in canvas shoes, came airily forward over the sand, and bowed low.
"I am the _deus ex machina_," he said. "The yacht is mine--and entirely at your service."
Olga"s face was crimson. She got quickly to her feet and stood stiffly silent.
Hunt-Goring was looking remarkably elegant, attired in white drill with a yachting cap which he carried in his hand.
"I seem to have come at an opportune moment," he said. "Really, the fates are more than kind. The yacht is making for Brethaven jetty to take me on board. If you ladies will come with me for a couple of hours"
cruise, I need scarcely say how charmed I shall be."
He was looking at Violet as he spoke, and she made instant and impulsive reply. "Of course we will! It will be too delicious--the very thing I was longing for. What lucky chance sent you our way, I wonder?"
She gave him her hand, which he took with a gallantry that sent a quiver of disgust through Olga. With a sharp effort she spoke, hurriedly, nervously, but very much to the point.
"It"s very good of you, but we can"t possibly come. We must be getting back. You are going to see Mrs. Briggs, you know, Violet. And we promised Nick we wouldn"t be late starting home from Redlands."
Violet"s quick frown appeared like a sudden cloud. "My dear child, what nonsense! As if Mrs. Briggs mattered! And as for Nick, he won"t be ready for more than two hours. You heard him say so."
But Olga stood her ground. "I don"t see how we can possibly go--anyhow without telling Nick first. In fact, I would rather not."
Hunt-Goring was smiling--the smile of the man who has heard it all before. "Miss Olga is evidently afflicted with a tender conscience," he observed. "But if you really have two hours to spare and really care to go on the water, I do not see how Nick can reasonably object. Of course I have no desire to persuade you. I only beg that you will follow your inclinations."
"Of course!" said Violet quickly. "And we are coming--at least I am.
Allegro, you can please yourself, but it will be very horrid of you if you won"t come too."
Olga"s pale eyes sparkled. "That depends on one"s point of view," she said, with a touch of warmth. "You know what I think about it. I told you the other day."
"My dear, that is too ridiculous," declared Violet. "I never heard such rubbish in my life. Besides, it"s only for a couple of hours. Major Hunt-Goring," appealing suddenly, "do tell her how absurd she is! What possible objection could there be to our going out with you for a morning"s cruise?"
"None, I should say," smiled Hunt-Goring. "But doubtless Miss Olga has made up her mind and discussion would be only a waste of time. Shall we start?"
"Yes, we will!" agreed Violet impetuously. "I am simply dying for a breath of sea air. Ah, do give me a cigarette! I finished my last this morning."
And then Olga"s eyes were opened, and she knew the reason of this man"s ascendancy over her friend. The certainty went through her like the stab of a sword, and hard upon it came the realization that to desert Violet at that moment would be an act of treachery. So strong was the conviction that she did not dare to question it. It was as if a voice had spoken in her soul, and blindly she obeyed.
"I will come too," she said.
Violet beamed upon her instantly. "Well done, Allegro! I thought you couldn"t be so unkind as to stay behind when I wanted you."
"A woman"s second thoughts are always best," observed Hunt-Goring.
She looked him straight in the eyes. "I am going for Miss Campion"s sake alone," she said.
He smiled at her with covert insolence. "You are a true woman," he said.
"Is that intended for a compliment or otherwise?" asked Violet.
"Otherwise, I think," said Olga, in a very low voice.
"Acquit me at least of idle flattery!" said Hunt-Goring, with a laugh.