"But my dear man," she quavered, "if it _isn"t_ one?"
Mr. Bender at once antic.i.p.ated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. "Lady Sand-gate, it"s going, by all that"s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!"
Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. "You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!"
Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. "We _treat_ it as one!"
Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appet.i.te on the thought--he even gave it back larger. "As the long-lost Number Eight!"
Lord Theign happily seized _him_. "That will be it--to a charm!"
"It will make them," Mr. Bender asked, "madder than anything?"
His patron--if not his client--put it more n.o.bly. "It will markedly affirm my att.i.tude."
"Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion."
"It may create all it will!"
"Well, if _you_ don"t mind it, _I_ don"t!" Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. "You"ll put the thing on view right off?"
"As soon as the proper arrangement----"
"You put off your journey to _make_ it?" Lady Sand-gate at once broke in.
Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. "Not if these friends will act."
"Oh, I guess we"ll _act!_" Mr. Bender declared.
"Ah, _won"t_ we though!" Lord John re-echoed.
"You understand then I have an interest?" Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign.
His lordship"s irony met it. "I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!"
"And yet also have a liberty?"
"Where else would be those you"ve taken? The point is," said Lord Theign, "that _I_ have a show."
It settled Mr. Bender. "Then I"ll _fix_ your show." He s.n.a.t.c.hed up his hat. "Lord John, come right round!"
Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pa.s.s out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. "The fellow can do anything anywhere!" And he hastily followed.
V
Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion"s enthusiasm. "That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it"s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror."
"Well," said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, "I dare say a terror will help me." He had other business to which he at once gave himself. "And now, if you please, for that girl."
"I"ll send her to you," she replied, "if you can"t stay to luncheon."
"I"ve three or four things to do," he pleaded, "and I lunch with Kitty at one."
She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. "With Berkeley Square then you"ve time. But I confess I don"t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you"ve set those men to carry out."
He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. "Then it needn"t trouble you, dear--it"s enough that I myself go straight."
"Are you so very convinced it"s straight?"--she wouldn"t be a bore to him, but she couldn"t not be a blessing.
"What in the world else is it," he asked, "when, having good reasons, one acts on "em?"
"You must have an immense array," she sighed, "to fly so in the face of Opinion!"
""Opinion"?" he commented--"I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I"m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business." To which he added with more reproach: "It"s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!"
Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. "It"s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren"t so proud."
"I"ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But "proud" is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?"
Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. "Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?"
"I seem expected indeed to bear much," he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, "but I don"t know that I"m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn"t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?" And then as his companion"s answer failed: "In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?"
His hostess raised her head. "She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_."
"Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?"--he was entirely reminiscent. "What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend"s sake, her practical joke on poor John."
Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. "It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself."
"Yes," he returned, so well he remembered, "she was about as civil to me then--picking a quarrel with me on such a trumped-up ground!--as that devil of a fellow in the newspaper; the taste of whose elegant remarks, for that matter, she must now altogether enjoy!"
His good friend showily balanced and might have been about to reply with weight; but what she in fact brought out was only: "I see you"re right about it: I must let her speak for herself."
"That I shall greatly prefer to her speaking--as she did so extraordinarily, out of the blue, at Dedborough, upon my honour--for the wonderful friends she picks up: the picture-man introduced by her (what was his name?) who regularly "cheeked" me, as I suppose he"d call it, in my own house, and whom I hope, by the way, that under this roof she"s not able to be quite so thick with!"
If Lady Sandgate winced at that vain dream she managed not to betray it, and she had, in any embarra.s.sment on this matter, the support, as we know, of her own tried policy. "She leads her life under this roof very much as under yours; and she"s not of an age, remember, for me to pretend either to watch her movements or to control her contacts."
Leaving him however thus to perform his pleasure the charming woman had before she went an abrupt change of tone. "Whatever your relations with others, dear friend, don"t forget that _I"m_ still here."
Lord Theign accepted the reminder, though, the circ.u.mstances being such, it scarce moved him to ecstasy. "That you"re here, thank heaven, is of course a comfort--or would be if you understood."
"Ah," she submissively sighed, "if I don"t always "understand" a spirit so much higher than mine and a situation so much more complicated, certainly, I at least always defer, I at least always--well, what can I say but worship?" And then as he remained not other than finely pa.s.sive, "The old altar, Theign," she went on--"and a spark of the old fire!"
He had not looked at her on this--it was as if he shrank, with his preoccupations, from a tender pa.s.sage; but he let her take his left hand. "So I feel!" he was, however, kind enough to answer.
"Do feel!" she returned with much concentration. She raised the hand to her pressed lips, dropped it and with a rich "Good-bye!" reached the threshold of the other room.