"That is what he wore when this girl sat to him this morning."
"This morning was it?"
"Yes; this morning. They little think that they can do nothing without my knowing it. He was there for nearly four hours, and she was dressed up in a white robe as Jael, with a turban on her head.
Jael, indeed! I call it very improper, and I am quite astonished that Maria Clutterbuck should have lent herself to such a piece of work.
That Maria was never very wise, of course we all know; but I thought that she had principle enough to have kept her from this kind of thing."
"It"s her fevered existence," said Johnny.
"That is just it. She must have excitement. It is like dram-drinking.
And then, you know, they are always living in the crater of a volcano."
"Who are living in the crater of a volcano?"
"The Dobbs Broughtons are. Of course they are. There is no saying what day a smash may come. These City people get so used to it that they enjoy it. The risk is every thing to them."
"They like to have a little certainty behind the risk, I fancy."
"I"m afraid there is very little that"s certain with Dobbs Broughton.
But about this picture, Mr. Eames. I look to you to a.s.sist me there.
It must be put a stop to. As to that I am determined. It must be--put a--stop to." And as Miss Demolines repeated these last words with tremendous emphasis she leant with both her elbows on a little table that stood between her and her visitor, and looked with all her eyes into his face. "I do hope that you agree with me in that," said she.
"Upon my word I do not see the harm of the picture," said he.
"You do not?"
"Indeed, no. Why should not Dalrymple paint Miss Van Siever as well as any other lady? It is his special business to paint ladies."
"Look here, Mr. Eames.--" And now Miss Demolines, as she spoke, drew her own seat closer to that of her companion and pushed away the little table. "Do you suppose that Conway Dalrymple, in the usual way of his business, paints pictures of young ladies, of which their mothers know nothing? Do you suppose that he paints them in ladies"
rooms without their husbands" knowledge? And in the common way of his business does he not expect to be paid for his pictures?"
"But what is all that to you and me, Miss Demolines?"
"Is the welfare of your friend nothing to you? Would you like to see him become the victim of the artifice of such a girl as Clara Van Siever?"
"Upon my word I think he is very well able to take care of himself."
"And would you wish to see that poor creature"s domestic hearth ruined and broken up?"
"Which poor creature?"
"Dobbs Broughton, to be sure."
"I can"t pretend that I care very much for Dobbs Broughton," said John Eames; "and you see I know so little about his domestic hearth."
"Oh, Mr. Eames!"
"Besides, her principles will pull her through. You told me yourself that Mrs. Broughton has high principles."
"G.o.d forbid that I should say a word against Maria Clutterbuck," said Miss Demolines, fervently. "Maria Clutterbuck was my early friend, and though words have been spoken which never should have been spoken, and though things have been done which never should have been even dreamed of, still I will not desert Maria Clutterbuck in her hour of need. No, never!"
"I"m sure you"re what one may call a trump to your friends, Miss Demolines."
"I have always endeavoured to be so, and always shall. You will find me so;--that is if you and I ever become intimate enough to feel that sort of friendship."
"There"s nothing on earth I should like better," said Johnny. As soon as the words were out of his mouth he felt ashamed of himself.
He knew that he did not in truth desire the friendship of Miss Demolines, and that any friendship with such a one would mean something different from friendship,--something that would be an injury to Lily Dale. A week had hardly pa.s.sed since he had sworn a life"s constancy to Lily Dale,--had sworn it, not to her only, but to himself; and now he was giving way to a flirtation with this woman, not because he liked it himself, but because he was too weak to keep out of it.
"If that is true--," said Miss Demolines.
"Oh, yes; it"s quite true," said Johnny.
"Then you must earn my friendship by doing what I ask of you. That picture must not be painted. You must tell Conway Dalrymple as his friend that he must cease to carry on such an intrigue in another man"s house."
"You would hardly call painting a picture an intrigue; would you?"
"Certainly I would when it"s kept a secret from the husband by the wife,--and from the mother by the daughter. If it cannot be stopped in any other way, I must tell Mrs. Van Siever;--I must, indeed. I have such an abhorrence of the old woman, that I could not bring myself to speak to her,--but I should write to her. That"s what I should do."
"But what"s the reason? You might as well tell me the real reason."
Had Miss Demolines been christened Mary, or f.a.n.n.y, or Jane, I think that John Eames would now have called her by either of those names; but Madalina was such a mouthful that he could not bring himself to use it at once. He had heard that among her intimates she was called Maddy. He had an idea that he had heard Dalrymple in old times talk of her as Maddy Mullins, and just at this moment the idea was not pleasant to him; at any rate he could not call her Maddy as yet. "How am I to help you," he said, "unless I know all about it?"
"I hate that girl like poison!" said Miss Demolines, confidentially, drawing herself very near to Johnny as she spoke.
"But what has she done?"
"What has she done? I can"t tell you what she has done. I could not demean myself by repeating it. Of course we all know what she wants.
She wants to catch Conway Dalrymple. That"s as plain as anything can be. Not that I care about that."
"Of course not," said Johnny.
"Not in the least. It"s nothing to me. I have known Mr. Dalrymple, no doubt, for a year or two, and I should be sorry to see a young man who has his good points sacrificed in that sort of way. But it is mere acquaintance between Mr. Dalrymple and me, and of course I cannot interfere."
"She"ll have a lot of money, you know."
"He thinks so; does he? I suppose that is what Maria has told him.
Oh, Mr. Eames, you don"t know the meanness of women; you don"t, indeed. Men are so much more n.o.ble."
"Are they, do you think?"
"Than some women. I see women doing things that really disgust me; I do, indeed;--things that I wouldn"t do myself, were it ever so;--striving to catch men in every possible way, and for such purposes! I wouldn"t have believed it of Maria Clutterbuck. I wouldn"t indeed. However, I will never say a word against her, because she has been my friend. Nothing shall ever induce me."
John Eames before he left Porchester Terrace, had at last succeeded in calling his fair friend Madalina, and had promised that he would endeavour to open the artist"s eyes to the folly of painting his picture in Broughton"s house without Broughton"s knowledge.
CHAPTER XL.
MR. TOOGOOD"S IDEAS ABOUT SOCIETY.