"We might just as well be merry while we can," he was saying. "Think of what the French did at the time of the Commune. They danced and died like ladies and gentlemen. And our own forefathers, Chase, at the time of the American Revolution--remember them, too. They gave their b.a.l.l.s and parties right under the muzzles of British cannon. And Vicksburg--New Orleans, too--in the Civil War! Think of "em! Why shouldn"t we be as game and as gay as they?"
"But they were earnest in their distractions," observed Deppingham, with a glance at his wife"s eager face. "This could be nothing more than a travesty, a jest."
"Oh, let us be sports," cried Lady Agnes, falling into an Americanism readily. "It may be a jest, but what odds? Something to kill time with."
Chase and the Princess watched Deppingham"s expressionless face as he listened to his wife and Bobby Browne. They were talking of arrangements. He looked out over the roof of the opposite wing, beyond the group of Persians, and nodded his head from time to time. There was no smile on his lips, however.
"I don"t like Mr. Browne," whispered Genevra suddenly. Chase did not reply. She waited a moment and then went on. "He is not like Deppingham.
Do you understand?"
Lady Deppingham came over to them at that instant, her eyes sparkling.
"It"s to be to-night," she said. "A fashionable charity ball--everything except the newspaper accounts, don"t you know. Committees and all that.
It"s short notice, of course, but life may be short. We"ll have Arab acrobatics, Persian dances, a grand march, electric lights and absolutely no money to distribute. That"s the way it usually is. Now, Mr. Chase, don"t look so sour! Be nice, please!" She put her hand on his arm and smiled up at him so brightly that he could not hold out against her. She caught the touch of disapproval in Genevra"s glance, and a sharp, quick flash of rebellion came into her own eyes--a stubborn line stopped for an instant at the corners of her mouth.
"What is a charity ball?" asked Genevra after a moment.
"A charity ball is a function where one set of women sit in the boxes and say nasty things about the women on the floor, and those on the floor say horrid things about the women in the boxes. It"s great fun."
"Charity is simply a hallucination, then?"
"Yes, but don"t mention it aloud. Mr. Britt is trying with might and main to prove that Bobby and I have hallucinations without end. If I happen to look depressed at breakfast time, he jots it down--spells of depression and melancholia, do you see? He"s a dreadful man."
Saunders was approaching from the lower end of the balcony. He appeared fl.u.s.tered. His face was red and perspiring and his manner distrait.
Saunders, since his failure to establish the advantages of polygamy, had shrunk farther into the background than ever, quite unlike Britt, who had not lost confidence in the divorce laws. The sandy-haired solicitor was now exhibiting symptoms of unusual discomfiture.
"Well, Saunders?" said Deppingham, as the lawyer stopped to clear his throat obsequiously.
"I have found sufficient food of all descriptions, sir, to last for a month, at least," said Saunders, in a strained, unnatural voice.
"Good! Has Miss Pelham jilted you, Saunders?" He put the question in a jocular way. Its effect on Saunders was startling. His face turned almost purple with confusion.
"No, sir, she has not, sir," he stammered.
"Beg pardon, Saunders. I didn"t mean to offend. Where is she, pray, with the invoice?"
"I"m--I"m sure I don"t know, sir," responded Saunders, striving to regain his dignity.
"Have a cigarette, Deppy?" interposed Browne, seeing that something was amiss with Saunders. In solemn order the silver box went the rounds.
Drusilla alone refused to take one. Her husband looked surprised.
"Want one, Drusie?"
"No, thank you, Bobby," she said succinctly. "I"ve stopped. I don"t think it"s womanly."
Lady Deppingham"s hand was arrested with the match half way to her lips.
She looked hard at Drusilla for a moment and then touched the light serenely to her cigarette.
"Pooh!" was all that she said. Genevra did not light hers at all.
Saunders spoke up, as if suddenly recollecting something. "I have also to report, sir, that the stock of cigarettes is getting very low. They can"t last three days at this rate, sir."
The three men stared at him.
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Chase, who could face any peril and relish the experience if needs be, but who now foresaw a sickening deprivation.
"You can"t mean it, Saunders?"
"I certainly do, sir. The mint is holding out well, though, sir. I think it will last."
"By George, this is a calamity," groaned Chase. "How is a man to fight without cigarettes?"
Genevra quietly proffered the one she had not lighted, a quizzical smile in her eyes.
"My contribution to the cause," she said gaily. "What strange creatures men are! You will go out and be shot at all day and yet--" she paused and looked at the cigarette as if it were ent.i.tled to reverence.
"It does seem a bit silly, doesn"t it?" lamented the stalwart Chase.
Then he took the cigarette.
CHAPTER XXII
THE CHARITY BALL
They were not long in finding out what had happened to Saunders. After luncheon, while Browne and the three ladies were completing the preparations for the entertainment. Miss Pelham appeared before Deppingham and Chase in the former"s headquarters. She had asked for an interview and was accompanied by Mr. Britt.
"Lord Deppingham," she began, seating herself coolly before the two men, her eyes dark with decision, "I approach you as the recognised head of this establishment. I shan"t detain you long. My attorney, Mr. Britt, will explain matters to you after I have retired. He--"
"Your attorney? What does this mean?" gasped Deppingham, visions of blackmail in mind. "What"s up, Britt? I deny every demmed word of it, whatever it is!"
"Just a little private affair," murmured Britt, uncomfortably.
"Private?" sniffed Miss Pelham, involuntarily rearranging her hat. "I think it has been quite public, Mr. Britt. That"s the trouble." Lord Deppingham looked worried and Chase had the feeling that some wretched disclosure was about to be made by the sharp-tongued young woman. He looked at her with a hard light in his eyes. She caught the glance and stared back for a moment defiantly. Then she appeared to remember that she always had longed for his good opinion--perhaps, she had dreamed of something more--and her eyes fell; he saw her lip tremble. "I"ve simply come to ask Lord Deppingham to stand by me. Mr. Saunders is in his employ--or Lady Deppingham"s, I should say--"
"Which is the same thing," interposed Deppingham, drawing a deeper breath. He had been trying to recollect if he ever had said anything to Miss Pelham that might not appear well if repeated.
"Mr. Saunders has deceived me," she announced steadily. "I leave it to you if his attentions have not been most p.r.o.nounced. Of course, if I wanted to, I could show you a transcript of everything he has said to me in the last couple of months. He didn"t know it, but I managed to get most everything down in shorthand. I did it at the risk, too, your lordship, of being considered cold and unresponsive by him. It"s most difficult to take conversation without the free use of your hands, I must say. But I"ve preserved in my own black and white, every promise he made and--"
"I"m afraid it won"t be good evidence," volunteered her lawyer. "It will have to be substantiated, my dear."
"Please don"t call me "my dear," Mr. Britt. Never you mind about it not being good evidence. Thomas Saunders won"t enjoy hearing it read in court, just the same. What I want to ask of you, Lord Deppingham, as a friend, is to give Mr. Britt your deposition regarding Mr. Saunders"s att.i.tude toward me, to the best of your knowledge and belief. I"ll take it verbatim and put it into typewriting, free of charge. I--I don"t see anything to laugh at, Mr. Chase!" she cried, flushing painfully.
"My dear girl," he said, controlling himself, "I think you are misjudging the magnitude of a lover"s quarrel. Don"t you think it is rather a poor time to talk breach of promise with the guns of an enemy ready to take a pop at us at any moment?"
"It"s no worse than a charity ball, Mr. Chase," she said severely.