He was silent a moment. His hands were still gripping hers; she could feel her wedding-ring being forced into her flesh. "Like our mutual friend, Major Shirley," he said slowly, "I wonder why you stick to the man."
She turned her face away with a sound that was almost a moan.
"You never loved him," he said with conviction.
She was silent. Yet after a little, as he waited, she spoke as one compelled.
"I live with him because he gave me that for which I married him. He fulfilled his part of the bargain. I must fulfil mine. I was nothing but his bailiff"s daughter, remember; a bailiff who had robbed him--for whose escape from penal servitude I paid the price."
"Great Heavens!" said Nap.
She turned to him quickly, with an impulsiveness that was almost girlish.
"I have never told anyone else," she said. "I tell you because I know you are my friend and because I want you to understand. We will never--please--speak of it again."
"Wait!" Nap"s voice rang stern. "Was it part of the bargain that he should insult you, trample on you, make you lead a dog"s life without a single friend to make it bearable?"
She did not attempt to answer him. "Let us go back," she said.
He wheeled at once, still holding her hands.
They skated a few yards in silence. Then suddenly, almost under his breath, he spoke. "I am not going to give up my friendship with you. Let that be clearly understood."
"You are very good to me," she said simply.
"No. I am not. I am human, that"s all. I don"t think this state of affairs can last much longer."
She shuddered. Her husband"s condition had been very much worse of late, but she did not tell him so.
They were skating rapidly back towards the head of the lake. In front of them sounded the swirling rush of skates and the laughter of many voices.
"I"m sorry I"ve been a beast to you," Nap said abruptly. "You mustn"t mind me. It"s just my way."
"Oh, I don"t mind you, Nap," she answered gently.
"Thanks!" he said.
And with that he stooped suddenly and shot forward like a meteor, bearing her with him.
They flashed back into the gay throng of masqueraders, and mingled with the crowd as though they had never left it.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE DESCENT FROM OLYMPUS
"Come and say good-bye to Lucas," said Bertie. "He is up and asking for you."
So, with an impetuous hand upon Anne"s arm, he whisked her away on the following morning to his brother"s room. She was dressed for departure, and waiting for the motor that was to take her home. Of Nap she had seen nothing. He had a way of absenting himself from meals whenever it suited him to do so. She wondered if he meant to let her go without farewell.
She found the master of the house lying on a couch sorting his correspondence. He pushed everything aside at her entrance.
"Come in, Lady Carfax! I am glad not to have missed you. A pity you have to leave so soon."
"I only wish I could stop longer," Anne said. He looked up at her, holding her hand, his shrewd blue eyes full of the most candid friendliness.
"You will come again, I hope, when you can," he said.
"Thank you," she answered gently.
He still held her hand. "And if at any time you need the help--or comfort--of friends," he said, "you won"t forget where to look?"
"Thank you," she said again.
"Is Nap driving you?" he asked.
"No," said Bertie. "Nap"s skiing."
"Then you, Bertie--"
"My dear fellow," said Bertie, "I"m fearfully sorry, but I can"t. You understand, don"t you, Lady Carfax? I would if I could, but--" his excuses trailed off unsatisfactorily.
He turned very red and furiously jabbed at the fire with his boot.
"Please don"t think of it," said Anne. "I am so used to being alone. In fact, your mother wanted to come with me, but I dissuaded her."
"Then I conclude it is useless for me to offer myself as an escort?"
said Lucas.
"Yes, quite useless," she smiled, "though I am grateful to you all the same. Good-bye, Mr. Errol!"
"Good-bye!" he said.
As Bertie closed the door behind her he took up a letter from the heap at his elbow; but his eyes remained fixed for several seconds.
At length: "Bertie," he said, without looking up, "are you due at the Rectory this morning?"
"This afternoon," said Bertie.
He also bent over the pile of correspondence and began to sort. He often did secretarial work for Lucas.
Lucas suffered him for some seconds longer. Then, "You don"t generally behave like a boor, Bertie," he said.
"Oh, confound it!" exclaimed Bertie, with vehemence. "You don"t suppose I enjoyed letting her think me a cad, do you?"
"I don"t suppose she did," Lucas said thoughtfully.