"Is there any objection, Monsieur?" retorted Celeste in her native tongue, making handsome eyes at Warburton, who was greatly amused.
"Ha! if he was hideous, would you be putting on those ribbons I gave you to wear on Sundays?" snarled Pierre.
Warburton followed their French without any difficulty. It was the French of the Parisian, with which he was fairly conversant. But his face remained impa.s.sive and his brows only mildly curious.
"I shall throw them away, Monsieur Flageot, if you dare to talk to me like that. He _is_ handsome, and you are jealous, and I am glad. You behaved horribly to that coa.r.s.e Nanon last Sunday. Because she scrubs the steps of the French emba.s.sy you consider her above me, _me!_"
"You are crazy!" roared Pierre. "You introduced me to her so that you might make eyes at that abominable valet of the secretary!"
Celeste flounced (whatever means of locomotion that is) abruptly from the kitchen. Pierre turned savagely to his protege.
"Go! And eef you look at her, idiot, I haf revenge myself. Oh, I am calm! Bah! Go to zee stables, cattle!" And he rattled his pans at a great rate.
Warburton was glad enough to escape.
"I have brought discord into the land, it would seem."
But his trials were not over. The worst ordeal was yet to come. At five, orders were given to harness the coach-horses to the coupe and have them at the steps promptly at eight-thirty. Miss Annesley had signified her intention of making a call in the city. Warburton had not the slightest suspicion of the destination. He didn"t care where it was. It would be dark and he would pa.s.s unrecognized. He gave the order no more thought. Promptly at eight-thirty he drove up to the steps. A moment later she issued forth, accompanied by a gentleman in evening dress. It was too dark for Warburton to distinguish his features.
"I am very sorry, Count, to leave you; but you understand perfectly. It is an old school friend of mine whom I haven"t seen in a long time; one of the best girl friends I have ever known. I promised to dine with her to-night, but I broke that promise and agreed to spend the evening."
"Do not disturb yourself on my account," replied the man in broken English, which was rather pleasant to the ear. "Your excellent father and I can pa.s.s the evening very well."
Karloff! Warburton"s chin sank into his collar and his hands trembled.
This man Karloff had very penetrating eyes, even in the dark.
"But I shall miss the music which I promised myself. Ah, if you only knew how adorable you are when you play the violin! I become lost, I forget the world and its sordidness. I forget everything but that mysterious voice which you alone know how to arouse from that little box of wood. You are a great artist, and if you were before the public, the world would go mad over you--as I have!"
So she played the violin, thought the unhappy man on the box of the coupe.
"Count, you know that is taboo; you must not talk to me like that,"--with a nervous glance at the groom.
"The groom embarra.s.ses you?" The count laughed. "Well, it is only a groom, an animal which does not understand these things."
"Besides, I do not play nearly so well as you would have me believe,"--steering him to safer channels.
"Whatever you undertake, Mademoiselle, becomes at once an art,"--gallantly. "Good night!"--and the count saluted her hand as he helped her into the coupe.
How M"sieu Zhames would have liked to jump down and pommel Monsieur le Comte! Several wicked thoughts surged through our jehu"s brain, but to execute any one of them in her presence was impossible.
"Good night, Count. I shall see you at dinner on Monday."
She would, eh? And her new butler would be on duty that same evening?
Without a doubt. M"sieu Zhames vowed under his breath that if he got a good chance he would make the count look ridiculous. Not even a king can retain his dignity while a stream of hot soup is trickling down his spinal column. Warburton smiled. He was mentally acting like a school-boy disappointed in love. His own keen sense of the humorous came to his rescue.
"James, to the city, No.--Scott Circle, and hurry." The door closed.
Scott Circle? Warburton"s spine wrinkled. Heaven help him, he was driving Miss Annesley to his own brother"s house! What the devil was getting into fate, anyhow? He swore softly all the way to the Connecticut Avenue extension. He made three mistakes before he struck Sixteenth Street. Reaching Scott Circle finally, he had no difficulty in recognizing the house. He drew up at the stepping-stone, alighted and opened the door.
"I shall be gone perhaps an hour and a half, James. You may drive around, but return sharply at ten-thirty." Betty ran up the steps and rang the bell.
Our jehu did _not_ wait to see the door open, but drove away, lickety-clip. I do not know what a mile lickety-clip is generally made in, but I am rather certain that the civil law demands twenty-five dollars for the same. The G.o.ds were with him this time, and no one called him to a halt. When he had gone as far away from Scott Circle as he dared go, his eye was attracted by a genial cigar sign. He hailed a boy to hold the horses and went inside. He bought a dozen cigars and lit one. He didn"t even take the trouble to see if he could get the cigars for nothing, there being a penny-in-the-slot machine in one corner of the shop. I am sure that if he had noticed it, it would have enticed him, for the spirit of chance was well-grounded in him, as it is in all Army men. But he hurried out, threw the boy a dime, and drove away. For an hour and twenty minutes he drove and smoked and pondered.
So she played the violin! played it wonderfully, as the count had declared. He was pa.s.sionately fond of music. In London, in Paris, in Berlin, in Vienna, he had been an untiring, unfailing patron of the opera. Some night he resolved to listen at the window, providing the window was open. Yes, a hundred times Chuck was right. Any other girl, and this jest might have pa.s.sed capitally; but he wanted the respect of this particular woman, and he had carelessly closed the doors to her regard. She might tolerate him, that would be all. She would look upon him as a hobbledehoy.
He approached the curb again in front of the house, and gazed wistfully at the lighted windows. Here was another great opportunity gone. How he longed to dash into the house, confess, and have done with it!
"I wish Chuck was in there. I wish he would come out and kick me good and hearty."
(Chuck would have been delighted to perform the trifling service; and he would not have gone about it with any timidity, either.)
"Hang the horses! I"m going to take a peek in at the side window,"--and he slid cautiously from the box. He stole around the side and stopped at one of the windows. The curtain was not wholly lowered, and he could see into the drawing-room. There they were, all of them; and Miss Annesley was holding the baby, which Mrs. Jack had awakened and brought down stairs. He could see by the diffident manner in which Jack was curling the ends of his mustache that they were comparing the baby with him. "The conceited a.s.s!" muttered the self-appointed outcast; "it doesn"t look any more like him than it does like me!" Here Miss Annesley kissed the baby, and Warburton hoped that they hadn"t washed its face since he performed the same act.
Mrs. Jack disappeared with the hope of the family, and Nancy got out a bundle of photographs. M"sieu Zhames would have given almost anything he possessed to know what these photographs represented. Crane his neck as he would, he could see nothing. All he could do was to watch.
Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they became grave; sometimes they explained, and their guest grew very attentive Once she even leaned forward eagerly. It was about this time that our jehu chanced to look at the clock on the mantel, and immediately concluded to vacate the premises. It was half after ten. He returned to his box forthwith. (I was going to use the word "alacrity," but I find that it means "cheerful readiness.") After what seemed to him an interminable wait, the front door opened and a flood of light blinded him. He heard Nancy"s voice.
"I"m so sorry, Betty, that I can"t dine with you on Monday. We are going to Arlington. So sorry."
"I"m not!" murmured the wretch on the box. "I"m devilish glad! Imagine pa.s.sing soup to one"s sister! By George, it was a narrow one! It would have been all over then."
"Well, there will be plenty of times this winter," said Betty. "I shall see you all at the Country Club Sunday afternoon. Good night, every one. No, no; there"s no need of any of you coming to the carriage."
But brother Jack _did_ walk to the door with her; however, he gave not the slightest attention to the groom, for which _he_ was grateful.
"You must all come and spend the evening with me soon," said Betty, entering the carriage.
"That we shall," said brother Jack, closing the door for her. "Good night."
"Home, James," said the voice within the carriage.
I do not know whether or not he slept soundly that night on his stable cot. He never would confess. But it is my private opinion that he didn"t sleep at all, but spent a good part of the night out of doors, smoking very black, strong cigars.
Celeste, however, could have told you that her mistress, as she retired, was in a most amiable frame of mind. Once she laughed.
XIII
A RUNAWAY
Four days pa.s.sed. I might have used the word "sped," only that verb could not be truthfully applied. Never before in the history of time (so our jehu thought) did four days cast their shadows more slowly across the dial of the hours. From noon till night there was a madding nothing to do but polish bits and buckles and stirrups and ornamental silver. He would have been totally miserable but for the morning rides.
These were worth while; for he was riding Pirate, and there was always that expectation of the unexpected. But Pirate behaved himself puzzlingly well. Fortunately for the jehu, these rides were always into the north country. He was continually possessed with fear lest she would make him drive through the shopping district. If he met Nancy, it would be, in the parlance of the day, all off. Nancy would have recognized him in a beard like a Cossack"s; and here he was with the boy"s face--the face she never would forget.
He was desperately in love. I do not know what desperately in love is, my own love"s course running smoothly enough; but I can testify that it was making Mr. Robert thin and appet.i.teless. Every morning the impulse came to him to tell her all; but every morning his courage oozed like Bob Acres", and his lips became dumb. I dare say that if she had questioned him he would have told her all; but for some reason she had ceased to inquire into his past. Possibly her young mind was occupied with pleasanter things.
He became an accomplished butler, and served so well in rehearsals that Pierre could only grumble. One afternoon she superintended the comedy.
She found a thousand faults with him, so many, in fact, that Pierre did not understand what it meant, and became possessed with the vague idea that she was. .h.i.tting him over the groom"s shoulder. He did not like it; and later, when they were alone, Warburton was distinctly impressed with Pierre"s displeasure.