This was furnished daintily and with great taste in color and furnishing. It was more like a woman"s room, and Mr. Hay had spared no cost in making it pleasing to the eye and comfortable to the body. The prevailing tone was pale yellow, and the electric light suffused itself through lemon-shaded globes. The Louis Quinze furniture was upholstered in primrose, and there were many Persian praying mats and Eastern draperies about the place. Water-color pictures decked the walls, and numerous mirrors reflected the dainty, pretty apartment. A brisk fire was burning, although the evening was not cold, and everything looked delightfully pleasant. Paul could not help contrasting all this luxury and taste with his bare garret. But with Sylvia"s love to warm his heart, he would not have changed places with Grexon Hay for all his splendor.
Two ladies were seated by the fire. Mrs. Krill in black, majestic and calm as usual. She wore diamonds on her breast and jewelled stars in her gray hair. Although not young, she was a wonderfully well-preserved woman, and her arms and neck were white, gleaming and beautifully shaped. From the top of her head to the sole of her rather large but well-shod foot, she was dressed to perfection, and waved a languid fan as she welcomed Paul, who was presented to her by the host. "I am glad to see you, Mr. Beecot," she said in her deep voice; "we had rather an unhappy interview when last we met. How is Miss Norman?"
"She is quite well," replied Paul, in as cordial a tone as he could command. For the sake of learning what he could, he wished to be amiable, but it was difficult when he reflected that this large, suave, smiling woman had robbed Sylvia of a fortune and had spoken of her in a contemptuous way. But Beecot, swallowing down his pride, held his little candle to the devil without revealing his repugnance too openly. And apparently Mrs. Krill believed that his composure was genuine enough, for she was quite at her ease in his presence.
The daughter was dressed like the mother, save that she wore pearls in place of diamonds. She talked but little, as usual, and sat smiling, the young image of the older woman. Hay also introduced Paul to a handsome young fellow of twenty-one with rather a feeble face. This was Lord George Sandal, the pigeon Hay was plucking, and although he had charming manners and an a.s.sumption of worldly wisdom, he was evidently one of those who had come into the world saddled and bridled for other folk"s riding.
A third lady was also present, who called herself Aurora Qian, and Hay informed his friend in a whisper that she was an actress. Paul then remembered that he had seen her name in the papers as famous in light comedy. She was pretty and kittenish, with fluffy hair and an eternal smile. It was impossible to imagine a greater contrast to the ma.s.sive firmness of Mrs. Krill than the lively, girlish demeanor of the little woman, yet Paul had an instinct that Miss Qian, in spite of her profession and odd name and childish giggle, was a more shrewd person than she looked. Everyone was bright and merry and chatty: all save Maud Krill who smiled and fanned herself in a statuesque way. Hay paid her great attention, and Paul knew very well that he intended to marry the silent woman for her money. It would be hardly earned he thought, with such a firm-looking mother-in-law as Mrs. Krill would certainly prove to be.
The dinner was delightful, well cooked, daintily served, and leisurely eaten. A red-shaded lamp threw a rosy light on the white cloth, the glittering crystal and bright silver. The number of diners was less than the Muses, and more than the Graces, and everyone laid himself or herself out to make things bright. And again Maud Krill may be mentioned as an exception. She ate well and held her tongue, merely smiling heavily when addressed. Paul, glancing at her serene face across the rosy-hued table, wondered if she really was as calm as she looked, and if she really lacked the brain power her mother seemed to possess.
"I am glad to see you here, Beecot," said Hay, smiling.
"I am very glad to be here," said Paul, adapting himself to circ.u.mstances, "especially in such pleasant company."
"You don"t go out much," said Lord George.
"No, I am a poor author who has yet to win his spurs."
"I thought of being an author myself," said the young man, "but it was such a f.a.g to think about things."
"You want your material supplied to you perhaps," put in Mrs. Krill in a calm, contemptuous way.
"Oh, no! If I wrote stories like the author johnnies I"d rake up my family history. There"s lots of fun there."
"Your family mightn"t like it," giggled Miss Qian. "I know lots of things about my own people which would read delightfully if Mr. Beecot set them down, but then--" she shrugged her dainty shoulders, "oh, dear me, what a row there would be!"
"I suppose there is a skeleton in every cupboard," said Hay, suavely, and quite ignoring the shady tenant in his own.
"There"s a whole dozen cupboards with skeletons to match in my family,"
said the young lord. "Why, I had an aunt, Lady Rachel Sandal, who was murdered over twenty years ago. Now," he said, looking triumphantly round the table, "which of you can say there"s a murder in your family--eh, ladies and gentlemen?"
Paul glanced sideways at Mrs. Krill, wondering what she would say, and wondering also how it was that Lord George did not know she was the widow of the murdered Lemuel Krill, whose name had been so widely advertised. But Hay spoke before anyone could make a remark. "What an unpleasant subject," he said, with a pretended shudder, "let us talk of less melodramatic things."
"Oh, why," said Mrs. Krill, using her fan. "I rather like to hear about murders."
Lord George looked oddly at her, and seemed about to speak. Paul thought for the moment that he did know about the Gwynne Street crime and intended to remark thereon. But if so his good taste told him that he would be ill-advised to speak and he turned to ask for another gla.s.s of wine. Miss Aurora Qian looked in her pretty shrewd way from one to the other. "I just love the Newgate Calendar," she said, clasping her hands.
"There"s lovely plots for dramas to be found there. Don"t you think so, Mr. Beecot?"
"I don"t read that sort of literature, Miss Qian."
"Ah, then you don"t know what people are capable of in the way of cruelty, Mr. Beecot."
"I don"t want to know," retorted Paul, finding the subject distasteful and wondering why the actress pressed it, as she undoubtedly did. "I prefer to write stories to elevate the mind."
Miss Qian made a grimace and shot a meaning look at him. "It doesn"t pay," she said, t.i.ttering, "and money is what we all want."
"I fear I don"t care for money overmuch."
"No," said Mrs. Krill to him in an undertone, "I know that from the way you spoke in Mr. Pash"s office."
"I was standing up for the rights of another."
"You will be rewarded," she replied meaningly, but what she did mean Paul could not understand.
The rest of the dinner pa.s.sed off well enough, as the subject was changed. Lord George began to talk of racing, and Hay responded. Mrs.
Krill alone seemed shocked. "I don"t believe in gambling," she said icily.
"I hope you are not very down on it," said Hay. "Lord George and I propose to play bridge with you ladies in the next room."
"Maud can play and Miss Qian," said the widow. "I"ll talk to Mr. Beecot, unless he prefers the fascination of the green cloth."
"I would rather talk to you," replied Paul, bowing.
Mrs. Krill nodded, and then went out of the room with the younger ladies. The three gentlemen filled their gla.s.ses with port, and Hay pa.s.sed round a box of cigars. Soon they were smoking and chatting, in a most amicable fashion. Lord George talked a great deal about racing and cards, and his bad luck with both. Hay said very little and every now and then cast a glance at Paul, to see how he was taking the conversation. At length, when Sandal became a trifle vehement on the subject of his losses, Hay abruptly changed the subject, by refilling his gla.s.s and those of his companions. "I want you to drink to the health of my future bride," he said.
"What," cried Paul, staring, "Miss Krill?"
"The same," responded Hay, coldly. "You see I have taken your advice and intend to settle. Pash presented me to the ladies when next they came to his office, and since then I have been almost constantly with them. Miss Krill"s affections were disengaged, and she, therefore, with her mother"s consent, became my promised wife."
"I wish you joy," said Lord George, draining his gla.s.s and filling another, "and, by Jove! for your sake, I hope she"s got money."
"Oh, yes, she"s well off," said Hay, calmly, "and you, Paul?"
"I congratulate you, of course," stammered Beecot, dazed; "but it"s so sudden. You haven"t known her above a month."
"Five weeks or so," said Hay, smiling, and sinking his voice lower, he added, "I can"t afford to let gra.s.s grow under my feet. This young a.s.s here might snap her up, and Mrs. Krill would only be too glad to secure a t.i.tle for Maud."
"I say," said Lord George suddenly, and waking from a brown study, "who is Mrs. Krill? I"ve heard the name."
"It"s not an uncommon name," said Hay, untruthfully and quickly. "She is a rich widow who has lately come to London."
"Where did she come from?"
"I can"t tell you that. From the wilds of Yorkshire I believe. You had better ask her."
"Oh, by Jove, no, I wouldn"t be so rude. But I seem to know the name."
Paul privately thought that if he read the papers, he ought certainly to know the name, and he was on the point of making, perhaps an injudicious remark, but Hay pointedly looked at him in such a meaning way, that he held his tongue. More, when they left their wine for the society of the ladies, Hay squeezed his friend"s arm in the pa.s.sage.
"Don"t mention the death," he said, using a politer word by preference.
"Sandal doesn"t connect Mrs. Krill with the dead man. She wants to live the matter down."
"In that case she ought to leave London for a time."
"She intends to. When I make Maud my wife, we will travel with her mother for a year or two, until the scandal of the murder blows over.
Luckily the name of Lemuel Krill was not mentioned often in the papers, and Sandal hasn"t seen a hand-bill that I know of. I suppose you agree with me that silence is judicious?"
"Yes," a.s.sented Paul, "I think it is."