I paused for a moment, but I received no encouragement from either of them. They were both silent, and Arthur"s eyes were questioning mine fiercely. I addressed myself more particularly to him.
"Allan and I are elderly persons compared with you, Arthur," I said, "but we might still be described at a stretch as young men. If we decide to remain Isobel"s guardians, there is a further and a deeper duty devolving upon us than the obvious one of treating her with all respect.
It is possible that she might come to feel a preference for one of us--a sense of grat.i.tude, the natural sentiment of her coming womanhood, even the fact of continual propinquity might encourage it. Isobel is charming; she will be beautiful. The position, if any one of us relaxed in the slightest degree, might become critical. You must understand what I mean, I am sure, even if I am not expressing it very clearly. Isobel sees few, if any, other men. It is possible, it is almost certain, that she belongs to a cla.s.s whose position and ideas are far removed from ours. There must be no sentimental relations established between her and any one of us. We are her brothers, she is our sister. So it must remain while she is under our charge. This must be agreed upon between us."
There was a dead, almost an ominous, silence. Mabane was standing with his arms folded, and his face turned a little away. I appealed first to him.
"Allan," I said, "you agree with me?"
"Absolutely!" he answered. "I agree with every word you have said."
I turned to Arthur.
"And you, Arthur?"
He did not at once reply. The colour was coming and going in his cheeks, and he was playing nervously with his watchchain. When he raised his eyes to mine, the slight belligerency of his earlier manner was more clearly defined.
"I think," he said, "that there is another side to the question. Isobel is the sort of girl whom fellows are bound to notice. Besides, being so jolly good-looking, she is such ripping good form, and that sort of thing. What you are proposing, Arnold, is simply that we should stand on one side altogether and leave Isobel for any other fellow who happens to come along."
"It scarcely amounts to that," I answered. "No other man is likely to see much of her while she is under our care. Afterwards, of course, the conditions are different. Our covenant, the covenant to which I am asking you to agree, comes to an end when she leaves us."
"You see," Arthur protested, "it is a little different, isn"t it, for you fellows? Not that I"m comparing myself with you, of course, in any sort of way. You"re both heaps cleverer than I am, and all that, but Isobel and I are nearer the same age, and we"ve been about together such a lot, motoring and all that, and had such good times. You understand what I mean, don"t you? Of course, that sort of thing, that sort of thing--you know, brings a fellow and a girl together so, liking the same things, and being about the same age. It isn"t quite like that with you two, is it now?"
Again there was silence. Mabane had withdrawn his pipe from his mouth, and was looking steadfastly into the bowl. As for me, I found it wholly impossible to a.n.a.lyse my sensations. All the time Arthur was looking eagerly from one to the other of us. I recovered myself with an effort, and answered him.
"We will not dispute the position with you, Arthur," I said quietly. "We will admit all that you say. We will admit, therefore, that by all natural laws you are the one on whom the burden of keeping this covenant must fall most heavily. That fact may make it a little harder for you than for us, but it does not alter the position in any way. There must be no attempt at sentiment between Isobel and any one of us. If by any chance the opening should come from her, it must be ignored and discouraged."
"I can"t for the life of me see why," Arthur declared. "And I--well, it"s no use beating about the bush. Isobel is the only girl in the world I could ever look at. I am fond of her! I can"t help it! I love her!
There!"
Mabane mercifully took up the burden of speech.
"Have you said anything to her?" he asked.
"No."
"Not a word?"
"Not a word," Arthur declared. "She is too young. She has not begun to think about those things yet. But she is wonderful, and I love her. It is all very well for you two," he continued earnestly. "You are both over thirty, and confirmed bachelors. I"m only just twenty-four, and I"ve never cared for a girl a snap of the fingers yet. I don"t care any more about knocking about. Of course, I"ve done a bit at it like everyone else, but Isobel has knocked all that out of me. I should be quite content to settle down to-morrow!"
I tried to put myself in his place, to enter for a moment into his point of view. Yet I am afraid that I must have seemed very unsympathetic.
"Arthur," I said, "I am sorry for you, but it won"t do. I fancy that before long she will be removed from us altogether. For her sake, and the sake of our own honour, no word of what you have told us must pa.s.s your lips. Unless you can promise that----"
I hesitated. Arthur had risen to his feet. The colour had mounted to his temples, his eyes were bright with anger.
"I will not promise it," he declared. "I love Isobel, and very soon I mean to tell her so."
"Then it must be under another roof," I answered. "If you will not promise to keep absolutely silent until we at least know exactly what her parentage is, you must leave us."
Arthur took up his hat.
"Very well," he said shortly. "I will send for my things to-morrow."
He left the room without another word to either of us.
CHAPTER III
"In diplomacy," the Baron remarked blandly, "as also, I believe, in affairs of commerce, the dinner-table is frequently chosen as a fitting place for the commencement of delicate negotiations. For a bargain--no!
But when three men--take ourselves, for instance--have a matter of some importance to discuss, I can conceive no better opportunity for the preliminary--skirmishing, shall I say?--than the present."
I raised my gla.s.s, and looked thoughtfully at the pale amber wine bubbling up from the stem.
"From a certain point of view," I answered, "I entirely agree with you.
Yet you must remember that the host has always the advantage."
"In the present case," the Baron said with a smile, "that amounts to nothing, for you practically gave me my answer before we sat down to dinner. If I am able to induce you to change your mind--well, so much the better. If not--well, I can have nothing to complain of."
"I am glad," I answered, "that you appreciate our position. With regard to the present custody of the child, which I take it is what you want to discuss with us, our minds are practically made up. My friend and I have both agreed that we will continue the charge of her until she is claimed by someone who is in a position to do so openly--someone, in short, who has a legal right."
The Baron nodded gravely.
"An excellent decision," he said. "No one could possibly quarrel with it. Yet it is a privilege to be able to tell you some facts which may perhaps affect your point of view. I can explain to you _why_ this open claim is not made."
"We are here," I answered, "to listen to whatever you may have to say."
We--Allan and I--were dining with the Baron at Claridge"s. An appointment, which he had begged us to make, had been changed into a dinner invitation at his earnest request. There was a likelihood, he told us, of his being summoned abroad at any moment, and he was particularly anxious not to leave the hotel pending the arrival of a cablegram. So far his demeanour had been courtesy and consideration itself, but under the man"s geniality and almost excessive _bonhomie_ both Allan and myself were conscious of a certain nervous impatience, only partially concealed. Whatever proposal he might have to make to us, our acceptance of it was without doubt a matter of great importance to him. The more we realized this, the more we wondered.
"I only wish," he said with emphasis, "that it was within my power to lay the cards upon the table before you, to tell you the whole truth. I do not think then that you would hesitate for a single second. But that I cannot do. The honour of a great house, Mr. Greatson, is involved in this matter, into which you have been so strangely drawn. I must leave blanks in my story which you must fill in for yourselves, you and Mr.
Mabane. There are things which I may not--dare not--tell you. If I could, you would wonder no longer that those who desire to take over the charge of the child wish to do so without publicity, and without any appeal to the courts."
"The Archd.u.c.h.ess," I remarked, "gave me some hint as to the nature of these difficulties."
The Baron emptied his gla.s.s and called for another bottle of wine. Then he looked carefully around him, a quite unnecessary precaution, for our table was in a remote corner of the room, and there were very few dining.
"It is no longer," he said, "a matter of surmise with us as to who the child you call Isobel de Sorrens really is. She is of the House of Waldenburg. She carries her descent written in her face, a hall-mark no one could deny. Upon the Archd.u.c.h.ess and others of her great family must rest always the shadow of a grave stigma so long as the child remains in the hands of strangers, an alien from her own country. The Archd.u.c.h.ess wishes at once, and quietly, to a.s.sume the charge of her. She is conscious of your services; she feels that you have probably saved the child from a fate which it is not easy to contemplate calmly. She authorizes me, therefore, to treat with you in the most generous fashion."
"That is a phrase," I remarked, "which I do not altogether understand."
"Later," the Baron said, with a meaning look, "I will make myself clear.
In the meantime, let me recommend this souffle. Mr. Mabane, you are drinking nothing. Would you prefer your wine a shade colder?"
"Not for me," Allan declared. "I prefer champagne at its natural temperature; the wine is far too good to have its flavour frozen out of it. Apropos of what you were saying, Baron, there is one question which I should like to ask you. Why was Major Delahaye sent to St. Argueil for Isobel, and what was he supposed to do with her?"
I do not think that the Baron liked the question. He hesitated for several moments before he answered it.