She had cautioned Mrs. Morley, if she should often hear Mirko playing the _Chanson Triste_, to let her know, and she would come to him. It was a sure indication of his state of mind. And Mrs. Morley, who had read in the _Morning Post_ the announcement of her approaching marriage, asked her where she could be found, and Zara had stiffened suddenly and said--at her uncle"s house in Park Lane, the letters to be marked "To be forwarded immediately."
And when she had gone, Mrs. Morley had told her sister who had come in to tea how beautiful Countess Shulski was and how very regal looking, "but she had on such plain, almost shabby, black clothes, Minnie dear, and a small black toque, and then the most splendid sable wrap--those very grand people do have funny tastes, don"t they? I should have liked a pretty autumn costume of green velveteen, and a hat with a wing or a bird."
The financier had insisted upon his niece wearing the sable wrap--and somehow, in spite of all things, the beautiful, dark, soft fur had given her pleasure.
And now, three weeks later, she was just returning from Paris, her beauty enriched by all that money and taste could procure. It was the eighteenth of October, exactly a week before her wedding.
She had written to Mimo from Paris, and told him she was going to be married; that she was doing so because she thought it was best for them all; and he had written back enchanted exclamations of surprise and joy, and had told her she should have his new picture, the London fog--so dramatic with its two meeting figures--for his wedding gift. Poor Mimo, so generous, always, with all he had!
Mirko was not to be told until she was actually married.
She had written to her uncle and asked him as a great favor that she might only arrive the very day of the family dinner party, he could plead for her excess of trousseau business, or what he liked. She would come by the nine o"clock morning train, so as to be in ample time for dinner; and it would be so much easier for every one, if they could get the meeting over, the whole family together, rather than have the ordeal of private presentations.
And Francis Markrute had agreed, while Lord Tancred had chafed.
"I _shall_ meet her at the station, whatever you say, Francis!" he had exclaimed. "I am longing to see her."
And as the train drew up at Victoria, Zara caught sight of him there on the platform, and in spite of her dislike and resentment she could not help seeing that her fiance was a wonderfully good-looking man.
She herself appeared to him as the loveliest thing he had ever seen in his life, with her perfect Paris clothes, and air of distinction. If he had thought her attractive before he felt ecstatic in his admiration now.
Francis Markrute hurried up the platform and Tristram frowned, but the financier knew it might not be safe to leave them to a tete-a-tete drive to the house! Zara"s temper might not brook it, and he had rushed back from the city, though he hated rushing, in order to be on the spot to make a third.
"Welcome, my niece!" he said, before Lord Tancred could speak. "You see, we have both come to greet you."
She thanked them politely, and turned to give an order to her new French maid--and some of the expectant, boyish joy died out of Tristram"s face, as he walked beside her to the waiting motor.
They said the usual things about the crossing--it had been smooth and pleasant--so fortunate for that time of the year--and she had stayed on deck and enjoyed it. Yes, Paris had been charming; it was always a delightful spot to find oneself in.
Then Tristram said he was glad she thought that, because, if she would consent, he would arrange to go there for the honeymoon directly after the wedding. She inclined her head in acquiescence but did not speak.
The matter appeared one of complete indifference to her.
In spite of his knowledge that this would be her att.i.tude and he need not expect anything different Tristram"s heart began to sink down into his boots, by the time they reached the house, and Francis Markrute whispered to his niece as they came up the steps:
"I beg of you to be a little more gracious--the man has some spirit, you know!"
So when they got into the library, and she began to pour out the tea for them, she made conversation. But Tristram"s teeth were set, and a steely light began to grow in his blue eyes.
She looked so astonishingly alluring there in her well-fitting, blue serge, traveling dress, yet he might not even kiss her white, slender hand! And there was a whole week before the wedding! And after it?--would she keep up this icy barrier between them? If so--but he refused to think of it!
He noticed that she wore his engagement ring only, on her left hand, and that the right one was ringless, nor had she a brooch or any other jewel. He felt glad--he would be able to give her everything. His mother had been so splendid about the family jewels, insisting upon handing them over, and even in the short time one or two pieces had been reset, the better to please the presumably modern taste of the new bride of the Tancreds. These, and the wonderful pearls, her uncle"s gift, were waiting for her, up in her sitting-room.
"I think I will go and rest now until dinner," she said, and forced a smile as she moved towards the door.
It was the first time Tristram had ever seen her smile, and it thrilled him. He had the most frantic longing to take her in his arms and kiss her, and tell her he was madly in love with her, and wanted her never to be out of his sight.
But he let her pa.s.s out, and, turning round, he found Francis Markrute pouring out some liqueur brandy from a wonderful, old, gold-chased bottle, which stood on a side-table with its gla.s.ses. He filled two, and handed one to Tristram, while he quoted Doctor Johnson with an understanding smile:
""Claret for boys, port for men, but brandy for heroes!" By Jove! my dear boy," he said, "you are a hero!"
CHAPTER XII
Lady Tancred unfortunately had one of her very bad headaches, and an hour before dinner, in fact before her son had left the Park Lane house, a telephone message came to say she was dreadfully sorry, it would be impossible for her to come. It was Emily who spoke to Francis Markrute, himself.
"Mother is so disappointed," she said, "but she really suffers so dreadfully. I am sure Countess Shulski will forgive her, and you, too.
She wants to know if Countess Shulski will let Tristram bring her to-morrow morning, without any more ceremony, to see her and stay to luncheon."
Thus it was settled and this necessitated a change in the table arrangements.
Lady Ethelrida would now sit on the host"s right hand, and Lady Coltshurst, an aunt on the Tancred side, at his left, while Zara would be between the Duke and her fiance, as originally arranged. Emily Guiscard would have Sir James Danvers and Lord Coltshurst as neighbors, and Mary her uncle, the Duke"s brother, a widower, Lord Charles Montfitchet, and his son, "Young Billy," the Glas...o...b..ry heir--Lady Ethelrida was the Duke"s only child.
At a quarter before eight Francis Markrute went up to his niece"s sitting-room. She was already dressed in a sapphire-blue velvet masterpiece of simplicity. The Tancred presents of sapphires and diamonds lay in their open cases on the table with the splendid Markrute yards of pearls. She was standing looking down at them, the strangest expression of cynical resignation upon her face.
"Your gift is magnificent, Uncle Francis," she said, without thanking him. "Which do you wish me to wear? Yours--or his?"
"Lord Tancred"s, he has specially asked that you put his on to-night,"
the financier replied. "These are only his first small ones; the other jewels are being reset for you. Nothing can be kinder or more generous than the whole family has been. You see this brooch, with the large drop sapphire and diamond, is from the Duke."
She inclined her head without enthusiasm, and took her own small pearls from her ears, and replaced them by the big sapphire and diamond earrings; a riviere of alternate solitaire sapphires and diamonds she clasped round her snowy throat.
"You look absolutely beautiful," her uncle exclaimed with admiration. "I knew I could perfectly trust to your taste--the dress is perfection."
"Then I suppose we shall have to go down," she said quietly.
She was perfectly calm, her face expressionless; if there was a tempestuous suggestion in her somber eyes she generally kept the lids lowered. Inwardly, she felt a raging rebellion. This was the first ceremony of the sacrifice, and although in the abstract her fine senses appreciated the jewels and all her new and beautiful clothes and _apanages_, they in no way counterbalanced the hateful degradation.
To her it was a hideous mockery--the whole thing; she was just a chattel, a part of a business bargain. She could not guess her uncle"s motive for the transaction (he had a deep one, of course), but Lord Tancred"s was plain and purely contemptible. Money! For had not the whole degrading thing been settled before he had ever seen her? He was worse than Ladislaus who, at all events, had been pa.s.sionately in love, in his revolting, animal way.
She knew nothing of the English customs, nor how such a thing as the arrangement of this marriage, as she thought it was, was a perfectly unknown impossibility, as an idea. She supposed that the entire family were aware of the circ.u.mstances, and were willing to accept her only for her uncle"s wealth--she already hated and despised them all. Her idea was, "_n.o.blesse oblige_," and that a great and ancient house should never stoop to such depths.
Francis Markrute looked at her when she said, "I suppose we shall have to go down," with that icy calm. He felt faintly uneasy.
"Zara, it is understood you will be gracious? and _brusquer_ no one?"
But all the reply he received was a glance of scorn. She had given her word and refused to discuss that matter.
And so they descended the stairs just in time to be standing ready to receive Lord and Lady Coltshurst who were the first to be announced. He was a spare, unintelligent, henpecked, elderly man, and she, a stout, forbidding-looking lady. She had prominent, shortsighted eyes, and she used longhandled gla.s.ses; she had also three chins, and did not resemble the Guiscards in any way, except for her mouth and her haughty bearing.
Zara"s manner was that of an empress graciously receiving foreigners in a private audience!
The guests now arrived in quick succession. Lord Charles and his son, "Young Billy," then Tristram and his sisters, and Jimmy Danvers, and, lastly, the Duke and Lady Ethelrida.
They were all such citizens of the world there was no awkwardness, and the old Duke had kissed his fair, prospective niece"s hand when he had been presented, and had said that some day he should claim the privilege of an old man and kiss her cheek. And Zara had smiled for an instant, overcome by his charm, and so she had put her fingers on his arm, and they had gone down to dinner; and now they were talking suavely.
Francis Markrute had a theory that certain human beings are born with moral antennae--a sort of extra combination beyond the natural of the senses of sight, smell, hearing and understanding--which made them apprehend situations and people even when these chanced to be of a hitherto unknown race or habit. Zara was among those whose antennae were highly developed. She had apprehended almost instantaneously that whatever their motives were underneath, her future husband"s family were going to act the part of receiving her for herself. It was a little ridiculous, but very well bred, and she must fall in with it when with them collectively like this.