"But you changed your mind?"
"When the moment came I could not bring myself to say the word that should rob me of my liberty for ever. I had said "no" to him often enough before,--poor fellow; and on this occasion he told me that he asked for the last time. "I shall not give myself another chance,"
he said, "for I shall be on board ship within a week." I merely bade him good-by. It was the only answer I gave him. He understood me, and since that day his foot has never pressed his native soil."
"And was it all because you are so fond of your liberty?" said Johnny.
"Perhaps,--I did not--love him," said Miss Demolines, thoughtfully.
She was now again seated in her chair, and John Eames had gone back to his corner of the sofa. "If I had really loved him I suppose it would have been otherwise. He was a gallant fellow, and had two thousand a year of his own, in India stock and other securities."
"Dear me! And he has not married yet?"
"He wrote me word to say that he would never marry till I was married,--but that on the day that he should hear of my wedding, he would go to the first single woman near him and propose. It was a droll thing to say; was it not?"
"The single woman ought to feel herself flattered."
"He would find plenty to accept him. Besides being so well off he was a very handsome fellow, and is connected with people of t.i.tle. He had everything to recommend him."
"And yet you refused him so often?"
"Yes. You think I was foolish;--do you not?"
"I don"t think you were at all foolish if you didn"t care for him."
"It was my destiny, I suppose; I daresay I was wrong. Other girls marry without violent love, and do very well afterwards. Look at Maria Clutterbuck."
The name of Maria Clutterbuck had become odious to John Eames. As long as Miss Demolines would continue to talk about herself he could listen with some amount of gratification. Conversation on that subject was the natural progress of the Bayswater romance. And if Madalina would only call her friend by her present name, he had no strong objection to an occasional mention of the lady; but the combined names of Maria Clutterbuck had come to be absolutely distasteful to him. He did not believe in the Maria Clutterbuck friendship,--either in its past or present existence, as described by Madalina. Indeed, he did not put strong faith in anything that Madalina said to him. In the handsome gentleman with two thousand a year, he did not believe at all. But the handsome gentleman had only been mentioned once in the course of his acquaintance with Miss Demolines, whereas Maria Clutterbuck had come up so often! "Upon my word I must wish you good-by," he said. "It is going on for eleven o"clock, and I have to start to-morrow at seven."
"What difference does that make?"
"A fellow wants to get a little sleep, you know."
"Go then;--go and get your sleep. What a sleepy-headed generation it is." Johnny longed to ask her whether the last generation was less sleepy-headed, and whether the gentleman with two thousand a year had sat up talking all night before he pressed his foot for the last time on his native soil; but he did not dare. As he said to himself afterwards, "It would not do to bring the Bayswater romance too suddenly to its termination!" "But before you go," she continued, "I must say the word to you about that picture. Did you speak to Mr.
Dalrymple?"
"I did not. I have been so busy with different things that I have not seen him."
"And now you are going?"
"Well,--to tell the truth, I think I shall see him to-night, in spite of my being so sleepy-headed. I wrote him a line that I would look in and smoke a cigar with him if he chanced to be at home!"
"And that is why you want to go. A gentleman cannot live without his cigar now."
"It is especially at your bidding that I am going to see him."
"Go, then,--and make your friend understand that if he continues this picture of his, he will bring himself to great trouble, and will probably ruin the woman for whom he professes, I presume, to feel something like friendship. You may tell him that Mrs. Van Siever has already heard of it."
"Who told her?" demanded Johnny.
"Never mind. You need not look at me like that. It was not I. Do you suppose that secrets can be kept when so many people know them? Every servant in Maria"s house knows all about it."
"As for that, I don"t suppose Mrs. Broughton makes any great secret of it."
"Do you think she has told Mr. Broughton? I am sure she has not. I may say I know she has not. Maria Clutterbuck is infatuated. There is no other excuse to be made for her."
"Good-by," said Johnny, hurriedly.
"And you really are going?"
"Well,--yes. I suppose so."
"Go then. I have nothing more to say to you."
"I shall come and call directly I return," said Johnny.
"You may do as you please about that, sir."
"Do you mean that you won"t be glad to see me again?"
"I am not going to flatter you, Mr. Eames. Mamma will be well by that time, I hope, and I do not mind telling you that you are a favourite with her." Johnny thought that this was particularly kind, as he had seen so very little of the old lady. "If you choose to call upon her," said Madalina, "of course she will be glad to see you."
"But I was speaking of yourself, you know?" and Johnny permitted himself for a moment to look tenderly at her.
"Then from myself pray understand that I will say nothing to flatter your self-love."
"I thought you would be kinder just when I was going away."
"I think I have been quite kind enough. As you observed yourself just now, it is nearly eleven o"clock, and I must ask you to go away. Bon voyage, and a happy return to you."
"And you will be glad to see me when I am back? Tell me that you will be glad to see me."
"I will tell you nothing of the kind. Mr. Eames, if you do, I will be very angry with you." And then he went.
On his way back to his own lodgings he did call on Conway Dalrymple, and in spite of his need for early rising, sat smoking with the artist for an hour. "If you don"t take care, young man," said his friend, "you will find yourself in a sc.r.a.pe with your Madalina."
"What sort of a sc.r.a.pe?"
"As you walk away from Porchester Terrace some fine day, you will have to congratulate yourself on having made a successful overture towards matrimony."
"You don"t think I am such a fool as that comes to?"
"Other men as wise as you have done the same sort of thing. Miss Demolines is very clever, and I daresay you find it amusing."
"It isn"t so much that she"s clever, and I can hardly say that it is amusing. One gets awfully tired of it, you know. But a fellow must have something to do, and that is as good as anything else."
"I suppose you have not heard that one young man levanted last year to save himself from a breach of promise case?"
"I wonder whether he had any money in Indian securities?"