"It ought to be still raining," said Lady Auriol.
We drove back to Royat in silence. I racked my brains for something to say, but everything that occurred to me seemed the flattest of uncomforting commonplaces.
Well, it was her affair entirely. If she had given me some opening I might have responded sympathetically. But there she sat by my side in the car, rigid and dank. For all that I could gather from her att.i.tude, some iron had entered into her soul. She was a dead woman.
The car stopped at the hotel door. We entered. A few yards down the hall the lift waited. We went up together. I shall never forget the look on her face. I shall always a.s.sociate it with the picture of Mrs. Siddons as the Tragic Muse. The lift stopped at my floor. Her room was higher.
I bade her good night.
She wrung my hand. "Good night, Tony, and my very grateful thanks."
I slipped out and watched her whisked, an inscrutable mystery, upwards.
Chapter XXI
The first sign of commotion in the morning was a note from Bakkus, whose turn it was to act as luncheon host. Our friends at Clermont-Ferrand, said he, had cried off. They had also asked him to go over and see them. Would I be so kind as to regard this as a _dies non_ in the rota of our pleasant gatherings?
I dressed and bought some flowers, which I sent up to Lady Auriol with a polite message. The cha.s.seur returned saying that Miladi had gone out about half an hour before.
"You don"t mean that she has left the hotel with her luggage?"
The boy smiled rea.s.surance. She had only gone for a walk. I breathed freely. It would have been just like her to go off by the first train.
I suffered my treatment, drank my gla.s.ses of horrible water and again enquired at the hotel for Lady Auriol. She had not yet returned. Having nothing to do, I took my _Moniteur du Puy de Dome_, which I had not read, to the cafe which commands a view of the park gates and the general going and coming of Royat. Presently, from the tram terminus I saw advancing the familiar gaunt figure of Lackaday. I was glad, I scarcely knew why, to note that he wore a grey soft felt instead of the awful straw hat. I rose to greet him, and invited him to my table.
"I would join you with pleasure," said he, "but I am thinking of paying my respects to Lady Auriol."
When I told him that he would not find her, he sat down. We could keep an eye on the hotel entrance, I remarked.
"Our lunch with Bakkus is off," said I.
"Yes. I"m sorry. I rang him up early this morning. Elodie isn"t quite herself to-day."
"The thunder last night, perhaps."
He nodded. "Women have nerves."
That something had happened was obvious. I remembered last night"s half-hearted performance.
"By the way," said I, "Bakkus mentioned in his note that he was going over to Clermont-Ferrand to see you."
"Yes," said Lackaday, "I left him there. He has marvellous tact and influence when he chooses to exert them. A man thrown away on the trivialities of life. He was born to be a Cardinal. I"m so glad you have taken to him."
I murmured mild eulogy of Bakkus. We spoke idly of his beautiful voice.
Conversation languished, Lackaday"s eyes being turned to the entrance of the hotel some fifty yards away up the sloping street.
"I"m anxious not to miss Lady Auriol," he said at last. "It will be my only chance of seeing her. We"re off to-morrow."
"To-morrow?"
"Our engagement ends to-night. We"re due at Vichy next week."
I had not realized the flight of the pleasant days. But yet--I was puzzled.
Yesterday there had been no talk of departure. I mentioned my surprise.
"I have ended the engagement of my own accord," said he. "The management had engaged another star turn for to-day--overlapping mine. A breach of contract which gave me the excuse for terminating it. I don"t often stand on the vain dignity of the so-called artist, but this time I"ve been glad to do so."
"The atmosphere of the circus is scarcely congenial," said I.
"That"s it. I"m too big for my boots, or my head"s too big for my hat. And the management are not sorry to save a few days" salary."
"But during these few days----?"
"We wait at Vichy."
He spoke woodenly, his lined face set hard.
"I shall miss you tremendously, my dear fellow," said I.
"I shall miss your company even more," said he.
"We won"t, at any rate, say good-bye to-day," I ventured. "There are cars to be hired, and Vichy from the car point of view is close by."
"You, my dear Hylton, I shall be delighted to see."
The emphasis on the p.r.o.noun would have rendered his meaning clear to even a more obtuse man than myself. No Lady Auriols flaunting over to Vichy.
"May I ask when you came to this decision?" I enquired. "Bakkus"s note suggested only a postponement of our meeting."
"Last night," said he. "That"s one reason why I sent for Bakkus."
"I see," said I. But I did not tell him what I saw. It looked as though the gallant fellow were simply running away.
Soon afterwards, to my great relief, there came Lady Auriol swinging along on the other side of the pavement. The cafe, you must know, forms a corner.
To the left, the park and the tram terminus; to the right, the street leading to the post office and then dwindling away vaguely up the hill. It was along this street that Lady Auriol came, short-skirted, flushed with exercise, rather dusty and dishevelled. I stood and waved an arresting hand. She hesitated for a second and then crossed the road and met us outside the cafe. I offered a seat at our table within. She declined with a gesture. We all stood for a while and then went diagonally over to the park entrance.
"I"ve been such a walk," she declared. "Miles and miles--through beautiful country and picturesque villages. You ought to explore. It"s worth it."
"I know the district of old," said Lackaday.
"I"m tremendously struck with the beauty of the women of Auvergne."
"They"re the pure type of old Gaul," said Lackaday.