"Does he not owe it, rather, to his abandoned ways?" asked Hortensia, in a calm, clear voice, bravely giving back her ladyship look for look.
"Abandoned ways?" screamed the countess. "Is"t you that speak of abandoned ways, ye shameless baggage? Faith, ye may be some judge of them. Ye fooled him into running off with you. "Twas that began all this. Just as with your airs and simpers, and prettily-played innocences you fooled this other, here, into being your champion."
"Madam, you insult me!" Hortensia was on her feet, eyes flashing, cheeks aflame.
"I am witness to that," said Lord Ostermore, coming in through the side-entrance.
Mr. Caryll was the only one who had seen him approach. The earl"s face that had wont to be so florid, was now pale and careworn, and he seemed to have lost flesh during the past month. He turned to her ladyship.
"Out on you!" he said testily, "to chide the poor child so!"
"Poor child!" sneered her ladyship, eyes raised to heaven to invoke its testimony to this absurdity. "Poor child."
"Let there be an end to it, madam," he said with attempted sternness.
"It is unjust and unreasonable in you."
"If it were that--which it is not--it would be but following the example that you set me. What are you but unreasonable and unjust--to treat your son as you are treating him?"
His lordship crimsoned. On the subject of his son he could be angry in earnest, even with her ladyship, as already we have seen.
"I have no son," he declared, "there is a lewd, drunken, bullying profligate who bears my name, and who will be Lord Ostermore some day. I can"t strip him of that. But I"ll strip him of all else that"s mine, G.o.d helping me. I beg, my lady, that you"ll let me hear no more of this, I beg it. Lord Rotherby leaves my house to-day--now that Mr. Caryll is restored to health. Indeed, he has stayed longer than was necessary. He leaves to-day. He has my orders, and my servants have orders to see that he obeys them. I do not wish to see him again--never. Let him go, and let him be thankful--and be your ladyship thankful, too, since it seems you must have a kindness for him in spite of all he has done to disgrace and discredit us--that he goes not by way of Holborn Hill and Tyburn."
She looked at him, very white from suppressed fury. "I do believe you had been glad had it been so."
"Nay," he answered, "I had been sorry for Mr. Caryll"s sake."
"And for his own?"
"Pshaw!"
"Are you a father?" she wondered contemptuously.
"To my eternal shame, ma"am!" he flung back at her. He seemed, indeed, a changed man in more than body since Mr. Caryll"s duel with Lord Rotherby. "No more, ma"am--no more!" he cried, seeming suddenly to remember the presence of Mr. Caryll, who sat languidly drawing figures on the ground with the ferrule of his cane. He turned to ask the convalescent how he did. Her ladyship rose to withdraw, and at that moment Leduc made his appearance with a salver, on which was a bowl of soup, a flask of Hock, and a letter. Setting this down in such a manner that the letter was immediately under his master"s eyes, he further proceeded to draw Mr. Caryll"s attention to it. It was addressed in Sir Richard Everard"s hand. Mr. Caryll took it, and slipped it into his pocket. Her ladyship"s eyebrows went up.
"Will you not read your letter, Mr. Caryll?" she invited him, with an amazingly sudden change to amiability.
"It will keep, ma"am, to while away an hour that is less pleasantly engaged." And he took the napkin Leduc was proffering.
"You pay your correspondent a poor compliment," said she.
"My correspondent is not one to look for them or need them," he answered lightly, and dipped his spoon in the broth.
"Is she not?" quoth her ladyship.
Mr. Caryll laughed. "So feminine!" said he. "Ha, ha! So very feminine--to a.s.sume the s.e.x so readily."
""Tis an easy a.s.sumption when the superscription is writ in a woman"s hand."
Mr. Caryll, the picture of amiability, smiled between spoonfuls. "Your ladyship"s eyes preserve not only their beauty but a keenness beyond belief."
"How could you have seen it from that distance, Sylvia?" inquired his practical lordship.
"Then again," said her ladyship, ignoring both remarks, "there is the a.s.siduity of this fair writer since Mr. Caryll has been in case to receive letters. Five billets in six days! Deny it if you can, Mr.
Caryll."
Her playfulness, so ill-a.s.sumed, sat more awkwardly upon her than her usual and more overt malice towards him.
"To what end should I deny it?" he replied, and added in his most ingratiating manner another of his two-edged compliments. "Your ladyship is the model chatelaine. No happening in your household can escape your knowledge. His lordship is greatly to be envied."
"Yet, you see," she cried, appealing to her husband, and even to Hortensia, who sat apart, scarce heeding this trivial matter of which so much was being made, "you see that he evades the point, avoids a direct answer to the question that is raised."
"Since your ladyship perceives it, it were more merciful to spare my invention the labor of fashioning further subterfuges. I am a sick man still, and my wits are far from brisk." He took up the gla.s.s of wine Leduc had poured for him.
The countess looked at him again through narrowing eyelids, the playfulness all vanished. "You do yourself injustice, sir, as I am a woman. Your wits want nothing more in briskness." She rose, and looked down upon him engrossed in his broth. "For a dissembler, sir," she p.r.o.nounced upon him acidly, "I think it would be difficult to meet your match."
He dropped his spoon into the bowl with a clatter. He looked up, the very picture of amazement and consternation.
"A dissembler, I?" quoth he in earnest protest; then laughed and quoted, adapting,
""Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face Should discontent sit heavy at my heart."
She looked him over, pursing her lips. "I"ve often thought you might have been a player," said she contemptuously.
"I"faith," he laughed, "I"d sooner play than toil."
"Ay; but you make a toil of play, sir."
"Compa.s.sionate me, ma"am," he implored in the best of humors. "I am but a sick man. Your ladyship"s too keen for me."
She moved across to the exit without answering him. "Come, child," she said to Hortensia. "We are tiring Mr. Caryll, I fear. Let us leave him to his letter, ere it sets his pocket afire."
Hortensia rose. Loath though she might be to depart, there was no reason she could urge for lingering.
"Is not your lordship coming?" said she.
"Of course he is," her ladyship commanded. "I need to speak with you yet concerning Rotherby," she informed him.
"Hem!" His lordship coughed. Plainly he was not at his ease. "I will follow soon. Do not stay for me. I have a word to say to Mr. Caryll."
"Will it not keep? What can you have to say to him that is so pressing?"
"But a word--no more."
"Why, then, we"ll stay for you," said her ladyship, and threw him into confusion, hopeless dissembler that he was.
"Nay, nay! I beg that you will not."
Her ladyship"s brows went up; her eyes narrowed again, and a frown came between them. "You are mighty mysterious," said she, looking from one to the other of the men, and bethinking her that it was not the first time she had found them so; bethinking her, too--jumping, woman-like, to rash conclusions--that in this mystery that linked them might lie the true secret of her husband"s aversion to his son and of his oath a month ago to see that same son hang if Mr. Caryll succ.u.mbed to the wound he had taken. With some women, to suspect a thing is to believe that thing. Her ladyship was of these. She set too high value upon her ac.u.men, upon the keenness of her instincts.