"Definitely priceless." After which he took from its place of lurking, considerately unfolding it, the goodly slip he had removed from her blotting-book. "Worth even more therefore than what Bender so blatantly offers."
Her attention fell with interest, from the distance at which she stood, on this confirmatory doc.u.ment, her recognition of which was not immediate. "And is that the affidavit?"
"This is a cheque to your order, my lady, for ten thousand pounds."
"Ten thousand?"--she echoed it with a shout.
"Drawn by some hand unknown," he went on quietly.
"Unknown?"--again, in her m.u.f.fled joy, she let it sound out.
"Which I found there at your desk a moment ago, and thought best, in your interest, to rescue from accident or neglect; even though it be, save for the single stroke of a name begun," he wound up with his look like a playing searchlight, "unhappily unsigned."
"Unsigned?"--the exhibition of her design, of her defeat, kept shaking her. "Then it isn"t good--?"
"It"s a Barmecide feast, my dear!"--he had still, her kind friend, his note of grimness and also his penetration of eye. "But who is it writes you colossal cheques?"
"And then leaves them lying about?" Her case was so bad that you would have seen how she felt she must _do_ something--something quite splendid. She recovered herself, she faced the situation with all her bright bravery of expression and aspect; conscious, you might have guessed, that she had never more strikingly embodied, on such lines, the elegant, the beautiful and the true. "Why, who can it have been but poor Breckenridge too?"
""Breckenridge"--?" Lord Theign had _his_ smart echoes. "What in the world does he owe you money for?"
It took her but an instant more--she performed the great repudiation quite as she might be prepared to sweep, in the Presence impending, her grandest curtsey. "_Not_, you sweet suspicious thing, for my great-grandmother!" And then as his glare didn"t fade: "Bender makes my life a burden--for the love of my precious Lawrence."
"Which you"re weakly letting him grab?"--nothing could have been finer with this than Lord Theign"s reprobation unless it had been his surprise.
She shook her head as in bland compa.s.sion for such an idea. "It isn"t a payment, you goose--it"s a bribe! I"ve withstood him, these trying weeks, as a rock the tempest; but he wrote that and left it there, the fiend, to tempt me--to corrupt me!"
"Without putting his name?"--her companion again turned over the cheque.
She bethought herself, clearly with all her genius, as to this anomaly, and the light of reality broke. "He must have been interrupted in the artful act--he sprang up with such a bound at Mr. Crimble"s news. At once then--for his interest in it--he hurried off, leaving the cheque forgotten and unfinished." She smiled more intensely, her eyes attached, as from fascination, to the morsel of paper still handled by her friend.
"But of course on his next visit he"ll _add_ his great signature."
"The devil he will!"--and Lord Theign, with the highest spirit, tore the crisp token into several pieces, which fluttered, as worthless now as pure snowflakes, to the floor.
"Ay, ay, ay!"--it drew from her a wail of which the character, for its sharp inconsequence, was yet comic.
This renewed his stare at her. "Do _you_ want to back out? I mean from your n.o.ble stand."
As quickly, however, she had saved herself. "I"d rather do even what you"re doing--offer my treasure to the Thingumbob!"
He was touched by this even to sympathy. "Will you then _join_ me in setting the example of a great donation------?"
"To the What-do-you-call-it?" she extravagantly smiled.
"I call it," he said with dignity, "the "National Gallery.""
She closed her eyes as with a failure of breath. "Ah my dear friend--!"
"It would convince me," he went on, insistent and persuasive.
"Of the sincerity of my affection?"--she drew nearer to him.
"It would comfort me"--he was satisfied with his own expression. Yet in a moment, when she had come all rustlingly and fragrantly close, "It would captivate me," he handsomely added.
"It would captivate you?" It was for _her_, we should have seen, to be satisfied with his expression; and, with our more informed observation of all it was a question of her giving up, she would have struck us as subtly bargaining.
He gallantly amplified. "It would peculiarly--by which I mean it would so naturally--unite us!"
Well, that was all she wanted. "Then for a complete union with you--of fact as well as of fond fancy!" she smiled--"there"s nothing, even to my one ewe lamb, I"m not ready to surrender."
"Ah, we don"t surrender," he urged--"we enjoy!"
"Yes," she understood: "with the glory of our grand gift thrown in."
"We quite swagger," he gravely observed--"though even swaggering would after this be dull without you."
"Oh, I"ll _swagger_ with you!" she cried as if it quite settled and made up for everything; and then impatiently, as she beheld Lord John, whom the door had burst open to admit: "The Prince?"
"The Prince!"--the young man launched it as a call to arms.
They had fallen apart on the irruption, the pair discovered, but she flashed straight at her lover: "Then we can swagger now!"
Lord Theign had reached the open door. "I meet him below."
Demurring, debating, however, she stayed him a moment. "But oughtn"t I--in my own house?"
His lordship caught her meaning. "You mean he may think--?" But he as easily p.r.o.nounced. "He shall think the Truth!" And with a kiss of his hand to her he was gone.
Lord John, who had gazed in some wonder at these demonstrations, was quickly about to follow, but she checked him with an authority she had never before used and which was clearly the next moment to prove irresistible. "Lord John, be so good as to stop." Looking about at the condition of a room on the point of receiving so august a character, she observed on the floor the fragments of the torn cheque, to which she sharply pointed. "And please pick up that litter!"
THE END.