Nothing teaches a strong arm its impotence so much as knocking at empty air.
"What can I do for this poor woman?" cried Richard, after fighting his phantom enemy till he was worn out.
"O Rip! old Rip!" he addressed his friend, "I"m distracted. I wish I was dead! What good am I for? Miserable! selfish! What have I done but make every soul I know wretched about me? I follow my own inclinations--I make people help me by lying as hard as they can--and I"m a liar. And when I"ve got it I"m ashamed of myself. And now when I do see something unselfish for me to do, I come upon grins--I don"t know where to turn--how to act--and I laugh at myself like a devil!"
It was only friend Ripton"s ear that was required, so his words went for little: but Ripton did say he thought there was small matter to be ashamed of in winning and wearing the Beauty of Earth. Richard added his customary comment of "Poor little thing!"
He fought his duello with empty air till he was exhausted. A last letter written to his father procured him no reply. Then, said he, I have tried my utmost. I have tried to be dutiful--my father won"t listen to me. One thing I can do--I can go down to my dear girl, and make her happy, and save her at least from some of the consequences of my rashness.
"There"s nothing better for me!" he groaned. His great ambition must be covered by a house-top: he and the cat must warm themselves on the domestic hearth! The hero was not aware that his heart moved him to this. His heart was not now in open communion with his mind.
Mrs. Mount heard that her friend was going--would go. She knew he was going to his wife. Far from discouraging him, she said n.o.bly: "Go--I believe I have kept you. Let us have an evening together, and then go: for good, if you like. If not, then to meet again another time. Forget me. I shan"t forget you. You"re the best fellow I ever knew, Richard. You are, on my honour! I swear I would not step in between you and your wife to cause either of you a moment"s unhappiness. When I can be another woman I will, and I shall think of you then."
Lady Blandish heard from Adrian that Richard was positively going to his wife. The wise youth modestly veiled his own merit in bringing it about by saying: "I couldn"t see that poor little woman left alone down there any longer."
"Well! Yes!" said Mrs. Doria, to whom the modest speech was repeated, "I suppose, poor boy, it"s the best he can do now."
Richard bade them adieu, and went to spend his last evening with Mrs. Mount.
The enchantress received him in state.
"Do you know this dress? No? It"s the dress I wore when I first met you--not when I first saw you. I think I remarked you, sir, before you deigned to cast an eye upon humble me. When we first met we drank champagne together, and I intend to celebrate our parting in the same liquor. Will you liquor with me, old boy?"
She was gay. She revived Sir Julius occasionally. He, dispirited, left the talking all to her.
Mrs. Mount kept a footman. At a late hour the man of calves dressed the table for supper. It was a point of honour for Richard to sit down to it and try to eat. Drinking, thanks to the kindly mother nature, who loves to see her children made fools of, is always an easier matter. The footman was diligent; the champagne corks feebly recalled the file-firing at Richmond.
"We"ll drink to what we might have been, d.i.c.k," said the enchantress.
Oh, the glorious wreck she looked.
His heart choked as he gulped the buzzing wine.
"What! down, my boy?" she cried. "They shall never see me hoist signals of distress. We must all die, and the secret of the thing is to die game, by Jove! Did you ever hear of Laura Fenn? a superb girl! handsomer than your humble servant--if you"ll believe it--a "Miss" in the bargain, and as a consequence, I suppose, a much greater rake. She was in the hunting-field. Her horse threw her, and she fell plump on a stake. It went into her left breast. All the fellows crowded round her, and one young man, who was in love with her--he sits in the House of Peers now--we used to call him "Duck"
because he was such a dear--he dropped from his horse to his knees: "Laura! Laura! my darling! speak a word to me!--the last!" She turned over all white and b.l.o.o.d.y! "I--I shan"t be in at the death!"
and gave up the ghost! Wasn"t that dying game? Here"s to the example of Laura Fenn! Why, what"s the matter? See! it makes a man turn pale to hear how a woman can die. Fill the gla.s.ses, John. Why, you"re as bad!"
"It"s give me a turn, my lady," pleaded John, and the man"s hand was unsteady as he poured out the wine.
"You ought not to listen. Go, and drink some brandy."
John footman went from the room.
"My brave d.i.c.k! Richard! what a face you"ve got!"
He showed a deep frown on a colourless face.
"Can"t you bear to hear of blood? You know, it was only one naughty woman out of the world. The clergyman of the parish didn"t refuse to give her decent burial. We are Christians! Hurrah!"
She cheered, and laughed. A lurid splendour glanced about her like lights from the pit.
"Pledge me, d.i.c.k! Drink, and recover yourself. Who minds? We must all die--the good and the bad. Ashes to ashes--dust to dust--and wine for living lips! That"s poetry--almost. Sentiment: "May we never say die till we"ve drunk our fill!" Not bad--eh? A little vulgar, perhaps, by Jove! Do you think me horrid?"
"Where"s the wine?" Richard shouted. He drank a couple of gla.s.ses in succession, and stared about. Was he in h.e.l.l, with a lost soul raving to him?
"n.o.bly spoken! and n.o.bly acted upon, my brave d.i.c.k! Now we"ll be companions. "She wished that heaven had made her such a man." Ah, d.i.c.k! d.i.c.k! too late! too late!"
Softly fell her voice. Her eyes threw slanting beams.
"Do you see this?"
She pointed to a symbolic golden anchor studded with gems and coiled with a rope of hair in her bosom. It was a gift of his.
"Do you know when I stole the lock? Foolish d.i.c.k! you gave me an anchor without a rope. Come and see."
She rose from the table, and threw herself on the sofa.
"Don"t you recognize your own hair! I should know a thread of mine among a million."
Something of the strength of Samson went out of him as he inspected his hair on the bosom of Delilah.
"And you knew nothing of it! You hardly know it now you see it! What couldn"t a woman steal from you? But you"re not vain, and that"s a protection. You"re a miracle, d.i.c.k: a man that"s not vain! Sit here." She curled up her feet to give him place on the sofa. "Now let us talk like friends that part to meet no more. You found a ship with fever on board, and you weren"t afraid to come alongside and keep her company. The fever isn"t catching, you see. Let us mingle our tears together. Ha! ha! a man said that once to me. The hypocrite wanted to catch the fever, but he was too old. How old are you, d.i.c.k?"
Richard pushed a few months forward.
"Twenty-one? You just look it, you blooming boy. Now tell me my age, Adonis!--Twenty--_what_?"
Richard had given the lady twenty-five years.
She laughed violently. "You don"t pay compliments, d.i.c.k. Best to be honest; guess again. You don"t like to? Not twenty-five, or twenty-four, or twenty-three, or--see how he begins to start!--twenty-two. Just twenty-one, my dear. I think, my birthday"s somewhere in next month.
Why, look at me, close--closer. Have I a wrinkle?"
"And when, in heaven"s name!" ... he stopped short.
"I understand you. When did I commence for to live? At the ripe age of sixteen I saw a n.o.bleman in despair because of my beauty. He vowed he"d die. I didn"t want him to do that. So to save the poor man for his family, I ran away with him, and I dare say they didn"t appreciate the sacrifice, and he soon forgot to, if he ever did.
It"s the way of the world!"
Richard seized some dead champagne, emptied the bottle into a tumbler, and drank it off.
John footman entered to clear the table, and they were left without further interruption.
"Bella! Bella!" Richard uttered in a deep sad voice, as he walked the room.
She leaned on her arm, her hair crushed against a reddened cheek, her eyes half-shut and dreamy.
"Bella!" he dropped beside her. "You are unhappy."
She blinked and yawned, as one who is awakened suddenly. "I think you spoke," said she.