He looked at her now, and quickly away again.
"He is on his way home," he said shortly.
There was a little silence. Christine"s face flushed; her eyes grew afraid.
"On his way home--the Great Horatio?"
Jimmy"s nickname for his brother escaped her unconsciously. Jimmy smiled faintly.
"Yes; I heard last night. I--I believe he arrives in England on Monday."
It was Kettering who broke the following silence.
"I shall be glad to see him again. He will be surprised to hear that I have come across you and Mrs. Challoner." He spoke to Jimmy, but his whole attention was fixed on the girl at his side. He had seen the sudden stiffening of her slim little figure, the sudden nervous clasp of her hands.
And then the door opened and Gladys Leighton walked into the room. She looked straight at Kettering, and he met her eyes with a sort of abashed humiliation. He rose to his feet to offer her his chair.
Jimmy rose also. He and Gladys shook hands awkwardly.
"Well, I didn"t expect to see _you_," said Gladys bluntly. She glanced at Christine.
"None of us expected to see him," said Jimmy"s wife, rather shrilly.
"The Great Horatio is on his way home. I suppose he has come down to tell us the news." Her voice sounded flippant. Jimmy was conscious of a sharp pang as he listened to her. He hardly recognised Christine in this girl who sat there avoiding his eyes, avoiding speaking to him unless she were obliged.
Once she had hung on his every word; once she had flushed at the sound of his step; but now, one might almost have thought she was Kettering"s wife instead of his.
He hated Kettering. He looked at him with sullen eyes. He thought of what Sangster had said of this man--that he was always at Upton House; that he seemed very friendly with both the girls. A vague jealousy filled Jimmy"s heart. Kettering was rich, whilst he--well, even the small allowance sent to him by his brother looked now as if it were in danger of ceasing entirely.
If the Great Horatio knew that he and Christine were practically separated; if the Great Horatio ever knew the story of Cynthia Farrow, Jimmy Challoner knew that it would be a very poor lookout for him indeed.
He wondered how long Kettering meant to stay. He felt very much inclined to give him a hint that his room would be preferable to his company; but, after all, he himself was in such a weak position. He had come to see Christine unasked. It was her house, and in her present mood it was quite probable that she might order him out of it if he should make any attempt to a.s.sert his authority.
She spoke to him suddenly; her beautiful brown eyes met his own unfalteringly, with a curious antagonism in them.
"Shall you--shall you be staying to dinner, or have you to catch the early train back to London?"
He might have been the veriest stranger. Jimmy flushed scarlet.
Kettering turned away and plunged haphazard into conversation with Gladys Leighton.
Jimmy"s voice trembled with rage as he forced himself to answer.
"I should like to stay to dinner--if I may."
He had never thought it possible that she could so treat him, never believed that she could be so utterly indifferent. Christine laughed carelessly.
"Oh, do stay, by all means. Perhaps Mr. Kettering will stay as well?"
Kettering turned. He could not meet her eyes.
"I am sorry. I should like to have stayed; but--but I have another engagement. I am very sorry."
The words were lame enough; n.o.body believed their excuse. Kettering rose to take his leave. He shook hands with Gladys and Jimmy. He turned to Christine.
"I will come and see you off," she said.
She followed him into the hall, deliberately closing the door of the drawing-room behind her.
"We must have our little tea another day," she said recklessly. She did not look at him. "It was too bad being interrupted like that."
She hardly knew what she was saying. Her cheeks were scarlet, her eyes were feverish. Kettering stifled a sigh.
"Perhaps it is as well that we were interrupted," he said very gently.
He took her hand and looked down into her eyes.
"You"re so young," he said, "such a child still. Don"t spoil all your life, my dear."
She raised defiant eyes.
"My life was spoilt on my wedding day," she said in a hard voice.
"I---- Oh, don"t let us talk about it."
But he did not let her hand go.
"It"s not too late to go back and begin again," he said with an effort.
"I know it--it must seem presumptuous for me to talk to you like this, but--but I would give a great deal to be sure that you were happy."
"Thank you." There was a little quiver in her voice, but she checked it instantly. She dragged her hand free and walked to the door.
It was quite dark now; she was glad that he could not see the tears in her eyes.
"When shall I see you again?" she asked presently.
He did not answer at once, and she repeated her question: "When shall I see you again? I don"t want you to stay away so long again."
He tried to speak, but somehow could find no words. She looked up at him in surprise. It was too dark to see his face, but something in the tenseness of his tall figure seemed to tell her a great deal, She spoke his name in a whisper.
"Mr. Kettering!"
He laid his hand on her shoulder. He spoke slowly, with averted face.
"Mrs. Challoner, if I were a strong man I should say that you and I must never meet again. You are married--unhappily, you think now; but, somehow--somehow I don"t want to believe that. Give him another chance, will you? We all make mistakes, you know. Give him another chance, and then, if that fails----" He did not finish. He waited a moment, standing silently beside her; then he went away out into the darkness and left her there alone.
Christine stood listening to the sound of his footsteps on the gravel drive. He seemed to take a long while to reach the gate, she thought mechanically; it seemed an endless time till she heard it slam behind him.
But even then she did not move; she just stood staring into the darkness, her heart fluttering in her throat.
She would have said that she had only loved one man--the man whom she had married; but now. . . . Suddenly she covered her face with her hands, and, turning, ran into the house and upstairs to her room, shutting and locking the door behind her.