For a brief second Loder wondered uncertainly how long or how well Chilcote knew Lady Astrupp; then he dismissed the question. Chilcote had never mentioned her until to-night, and then casually as Lady Bramfell"s sister. What a coward he was becoming in throwing the dice with Fate!
Without further delay he drew off the rings, slipped them into his pocket, and replaced his hands on the smooth table-top.
Then, at the moment that he replaced them, a peculiar thing occurred.
From the farther side of the dark part.i.tion came the quick, rustling stir of a skirt, and the slight sc.r.a.pe of a chair pushed either backward or forward. Then there was silence.
Now, silence can suggest anything, from profound thought to imbecility; but in this case its suggestion was nil. That something had happened, that some change had taken place, was as patent to Loder as the darkness of the curtain or the band of light that crossed the floor, but what had occasioned it, or what it stood for, he made no attempt to decide. He sat bitingly conscious of his hands spread open on the table under the scrutiny of eyes that were invisible to him vividly aware of the awkwardness of his position. He felt with instinctive certainty that a new chord had been struck; but a man seldom acts on instinctive certainties. If the exposure of his hands had struck this fresh note, then any added action would but heighten the dilemma. He sat silent and motionless.
Whether his impa.s.sivity had any bearing on the moment he had no way of knowing; but no further movement came from behind the part.i.tion.
Whatever the emotions that had caused the sharp swish of skirts and the sharp sc.r.a.pe of the chair, they had evidently subsided or been dominated by other feelings.
The next indication of life that came to him was the laying down of the crystal ball. It was laid back upon the table with a slight jerk that indicated a decision come to; and almost simultaneously the seer"s voice came to him again. Her tone was lower now than it had been before, and its extreme ease seemed slightly shaken--whether by excitement, surprise, or curiosity, it was impossible to say.
"You will think it strange--" she began. "You will think--" Then she stopped.
There was a pause, as though she waited for some help, but Loder remained mute. In difficulty a silent tongue and a cool head are usually man"s best weapons.
His silence was disconcerting. He heard her stir again.
"You will think it strange--" she began once more. Then quite suddenly she checked and controlled her voice. "You must forgive me for what I am going to say," she added, in a completely different tone, "but crystal-gazing is such an illusive thing. Directly you put your hands upon the table I felt that there would be no result; but I wouldn"t admit the defeat. Women are such keen anglers that they can never acknowledge that any fish, however big, has slipped the hook." She laughed softly.
At the sound of the laugh Loder shifted his position for the first time.
He could not have told why, but it struck him with a slight sense of confusion. A precipitate wish to rise and pa.s.s through the doorway into the wider s.p.a.ces of the conservatory came to him, though he made no attempt to act upon it. He knew that, for some inexplicable reason, this woman behind the screen had lied to him--in the controlling of her speech, in her charge of voice. There had been one moment in which an impulse or an emotion had almost found voice; then training, instinct, or it might have been diplomacy, had conquered, and the moment had pa.s.sed. There was a riddle in the very atmosphere of the place--and he abominated riddles.
But Lady Astrupp was absorbed in her own concerns. Again she changed her position; and to Loder, listening attentively, it seemed that she leaned forward and examined his hands afresh. The sensation was so acute that he withdrew them involuntarily.
Again there was a confused rustle; the crystal ball rolled from the table, and the seer laughed quickly. Obeying a strenuous impulse, Loder rose.
He had no definite notion of what he expected or what he must avoid. He was only conscious that the pavilion, with its silk draperies, its scent of musk, and its intolerable secrecy, was no longer endurable. He felt cramped and confused in mind and muscle. He stood for a second to straighten his limbs; then he turned, and, moving directly forward, pa.s.sed through the portiere.
After the dimness of the pavilion the conservatory seemed comparatively bright; but without waiting to grow accustomed to the altered light he moved onward with deliberate haste. The long, green alley, was speedily traversed; in his eyes it no longer possessed greenness, no longer suggested freshness or repose. It was simply a means to the end upon which his mind was set.
As he pa.s.sed up the flight of steps he drew his rings from his pocket and slipped them on again. Then he stepped into the glare of the thronged corridor.
Some one hailed him as he pa.s.sed through the crowd, but with Chilcote"s most absorbed manner he hurried on. Through the door of the supper-room he caught sight of Blessington and Eve, and then for the first time his expression changed, and he turned directly towards them.
"Eve," he said, "will you excuse me? I have a word to say to Blessington."
She glanced at him in momentary surprise; then she smiled in her quiet, self-possessed way.
"Of course!" she said. "I"ve been wanting a chat with Millicent Gower, but Bobby has required so much entertaining--" She smiled again, this time at Blessington, and moved away towards a pale girl in green who was standing alone.
Instantly she had turned Loder took Blessington"s arm.
"I know you"re tremendously busy," he began--in an excellent imitation of Chilcote"s hasty manner--"I know you"re tremendously busy, but I"m in a fix."
One glance at Blessington"s healthy, ingenuous face told him that plain speaking was the method to adopt.
"Indeed, sir?" In a moment Blessington was on the alert.
"Yes. And I--I want your help."
The boy reddened. That Chilcote should appeal to him stirred him to an uneasy feeling of pride and uncertainty.
Loder saw his advantage and pressed it home. "It"s come about through this crystal-gazing business. I"m afraid I didn"t play my part--rather made an a.s.s of myself; I wouldn"t swallow the thing, and--and Lady Astrupp--" He paused, measuring Blessington with a glance. "Well, my dear boy, you--you know what women are!"
Blessington was only twenty-three. He reddened again, and a.s.sumed an air of profundity. "I know sir," he said, with a shake of the head.
Loder"s sense of humor was keen, but he kept a grave face. "I knew you"d catch my meaning; but I want you to do something more. If Lady Astrupp should ask you who was in her tent this past ten minutes, I want you--"
Again he stopped, looking at his companion"s face.
"Yes, sir?"
"I want you to tell an immaterial lie for me."
Blessington returned his glance; then he laughed a little uncomfortably.
"But surely, sir--"
"She recognized me, you mean?" Loder"s eyes were as keen as steel.
"Yes."
"Then you"re wrong. She didn"t."
Blessington"s eyebrows went up.
There was silence. Loder glanced across the room. Eve had parted from the girl in green and was moving towards them, exchanging smiles and greetings as she came.
"My wife is coming back," he said. "Will you do this for me, Blessington? It--it will smooth things--" He spoke quickly, continuing to watch Eve. As he had hoped, Blessington"s eyes turned in the same direction. ""Twill smooth matters," he repeated, "smooth them in--in a domestic way that I can"t explain."
The shot told. Blessington looked round.
"Right, sir!" he said. "You may leave it to me," And before Loder could speak again he had turned and disappeared into the crowd.
XVI
His business with Blessington over, Loder breathed more freely. If Lady Astrupp had recognized Chilcote by the rings, and had been roused to curiosity, the incident would demand settlement sooner or later--settlement in what proportion he could hazard no guess; if, on the other hand, her obvious change of manner had arisen from any other source he had a hazy idea that a woman"s behavior could never be gauged by accepted theories--then he had safeguarded Chilcote"s interests and his own by his securing of Blessington"s promise. Blessington he knew would be reliable and discreet. With a renewal of confidence--a pleasant feeling that his uneasiness had been groundless--he moved forward to greet Eve.
Her face, with its rich, clear coloring, seemed to his gaze to stand out from the crowd of other faces as from a frame, and a sense of pride touched him. In every eye but his own her beauty belonged to him.
His face looked alive and masterful as she reached his side. "May I monopolize you?" he said, with the quickness of speech borrowed from Chilcote. "We see so little of each other."
Almost as if compelled, her lashes lifted and her eyes met his. Her glance was puzzled, uncertain, slightly confused. There was a deeper color than usual in her cheeks. Loder felt something within his own consciousness stir in response.