Though he laughed and joked in his customary cynical strain, she had a feeling that his mental energies were actually employed elsewhere. He was like a man watching behind a mask. Watching--for what?
Suddenly she remembered again the tragedy she had witnessed in the glen that afternoon, and her heart recoiled.
Was it the atmosphere of the place that made her morbid? Or was there indeed some evil influence at work in her friend"s life which she by her headlong action had somehow rendered active?
Before they left the Priory, she had begun to repent almost pa.s.sionately the impulse that had taken her thither. But wherefore she thus repented she could not have explained.
CHAPTER V
THE CHAPERON
"It"s very kind of Olga to provide us with distractions," said Nick, as he dropped into an arm-chair, with a cigar, "but I almost think we are better off without them. If I see much of that girl, it will upset my internal economy. Is she real by any chance?"
"Haven"t you ever seen her before?" asked Max.
"Several times, but never for long together. Jove! What a face she has!"
He turned his head sharply, and looked up at Max who stood on the hearth-rug. "You"re not wildly enthusiastic over her anyhow," he observed. "Are you really indifferent or only pretending?"
"I?" The corners of Max"s mouth went down. He stuffed his pipe into one of them and said no more.
Nick continued to regard him with interest for some seconds. Suddenly he laughed. "Do you know, Wyndham," he said, "I should awfully like to give you a word of advice?"
"What on?" Max did not sound particularly encouraging. He proceeded to light his pipe with exceeding deliberation. He despised cigars.
Nick closed his eyes. "In my capacity of chaperon," he said. "It"s a beastly difficult position by the way. I"m weighed down by responsibility."
"So I"ve noticed," remarked Max drily.
"Well, you haven"t done much to lighten the burden," said Nick. "I suppose you haven"t realized yet that I am one of the G.o.ds that control your destiny."
"Well, no; I hadn"t." Max leaned against the mantelpiece and smoked, with his face to the ceiling. "I knew you were a species of deity of course. I"ve been told that several times. And I humbly beg to offer you my sympathy."
"Thanks!" Nick"s eyes flashed open as if at the pulling of a string. "If it isn"t an empty phrase, I value it."
"I don"t deal in empty phrases as a rule," said Max.
"Quite so. Only with a definite end in view? I hold that no one should ever do or say anything without a purpose."
"So do I," said Max.
Nick"s eyes flickered over him and closed again. "Then, my dear chap,"
he said, "why in Heaven"s name make yourself so d.a.m.ned unpleasant?"
"So what?" said Max.
"What I said." Coolly Nick made answer. "It"s not an empty phrase," he added. "You will find a meaning attached if you deign to give it the benefit of your august consideration."
Max uttered a grim, unwilling laugh. "I suppose you are privileged to say what you like," he said.
"I observe certain limits," said Nick.
"And you never make mistakes?"
"Oh, yes, occasionally. Not often. You see, I"m too well-meaning to go far astray," said Nick, with becoming modesty. "You must remember that I"m well-meaning, Wyndham. It accounts for a good many little eccentricities. I think you were quite right to make her extract that needle. I should have done it myself. But you are not so wise in resenting her refusal to kiss the place and make it well. I speak from the point of view of the chaperon, remember."
"Who told you anything about a needle?" demanded Max, suddenly turning brick-red..
"That"s my affair," said Nick.
"And mine!"
"No, pardon me, not yours!" Again his eyes took a leaping glance at his companion.
Doggedly Max faced it. "Did she tell you?"
"Who?" said Nick.
"Olga." He flung the name with half-suppressed resentment. His att.i.tude in that moment was aggressively British. He looked as he had looked to Olga that afternoon, undeniably formidable.
But Nick remained unimpressed. "I shan"t answer that question," he said.
"You needn"t," said Max grimly.
"That"s why," said Nick.
"Oh! I see." Max"s eyes searched him narrowly for a moment, then returned to the ceiling. "Does she think I"m in love with her?" he asked rather curtly.
"Well, scarcely. I shouldn"t let her think that at present if I were you. In my opinion any extremes are inadvisable at this stage."
"I suppose you know I am going to marry her?" said Max.
"Yes, I"ve divined that."
"And you approve?"
"I submit to the inevitable," said Nick with a sigh.
Max smiled, the smile of a man who faces considerable odds with complete confidence. "She doesn"t--at present."
Nick"s grin of appreciation flashed across his yellow face and was gone.
"No, my friend. And you"ll find her very elusive to deal with. You will never make her like you. I suppose you know that."
"I don"t want her to," said Max.
"You make that very obvious," laughed Nick. "It"s a mistake. If you keep bringing her to bay, you"ll never catch her. She"s always on her guard with you now. She never breathes freely with you in the room, poor kid."