"We can"t do anything with her. I wondered if you--but I suppose you can"t," he added hopelessly.
"Where is Miss Wyatt?" Sangster asked. His kind face was very grave, but there was a steadiness in his eyes--the eyes of a man who might be trusted.
"She"s in her room; we had to take her away forcibly from--from her mother. . . . You don"t know what a h.e.l.l I"ve been through, old chap,"
said Jimmy Challoner.
Sangster frowned.
"You!" he said with faint cynicism. "What about that poor little girl, then; she----" The door opened behind them, and Christine came in.
She stood for a moment looking across at the two men with blank eyes, as if she hardly recognised them. Her face was white and haggard; there was a stunned look in her eyes, but Sangster could see that she had not shed a tear. He went forward and took her hand. He drew her into the room, shutting the door quietly. Jimmy had walked over to the window; he stood staring into the street with misty eyes. He had never had death brought home to him like this before. It seemed to have made an upheaval in his world; to have thrown all his schemes and calculations out of gear; life was all at once a thing to be feared and dreaded.
He could hear Sangster talking to Christine behind him; he could not hear what he was saying; he was only too thankful that his friend had come. The last hours which he had spent alone with Christine had been a nightmare to him. He had been so unable to comfort her; he had been at his wits" end to know what to do or say. She was so utterly alone; she had no father--no brothers to whom he could send. He had wired to an uncle of whom she had told him, but it was impossible that anyone could arrive before the morning, he knew.
Sangster was just the sort needed for a tragedy such as this; was a brick--he always knew what to say and do.
The room seemed very silent; the whole world seemed silent too, as if it had stopped aghast at this sudden tragedy which had been enacted in its midst.
Then Christine began to sob; the most pathetic, loneliest sound it was through the silent room. Jimmy felt himself choking--felt his own eyes blurred and misty.
He turned impulsively. Christine was huddled in one of the big chairs, her pretty head down-flung on an arm. Sangster stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder.
Jimmy never looked at his friend, or he might have learned many, many things from the expression of his eyes just then as he moved back silently and let Jimmy pa.s.s.
He fell on his knees beside Christine. For the moment, at least, everything else in the world was forgotten between them; she was just a motherless, broken girl sobbing her heart out--just the girl he had once loved with all a boy"s first ardour. He put his arms round her and drew her head down, so that it rested on his shoulder, and her face was hidden in his coat.
"Don"t cry, my poor little girl," said Jimmy Challoner, with a break in his own young voice. "Oh, Christine, don"t cry."
Sangster, watching, saw the way her arms crept upwards till they were clasped round Jimmy"s neck; saw the way she clung to him; heard the anguish in her voice as she said:
"I"ve got no one now, Jimmy; no one at all."
Jimmy looked up, and, across her bowed head, his eyes met those of his friend with a sort of defiance in them.
"You"ve got me, Christine," he said with a new sort of humbleness.
CHAPTER X
JIMMY HAS A VISITOR
"I"m going to be married, Costin," said Jimmy Challoner.
He was deep in an arm-chair, with his legs stuck up on the seat of another, and he was blowing rather agitated puffs of smoke into the room from an expensive cigar, for which he had not paid.
Costin was mixing a whisky-and-soda at the table, and just for an instant the syphon jerked, sending a stream of soda-water over the cloth.
"Yes, sir; certainly, sir; to--to Miss Farrow, I presoom, sir."
There was a momentary silence, then:
"No, you fathead," said Jimmy Challoner curtly. "To Miss Wyatt--a Miss Christine Wyatt; and I"m going to be married the day after to-morrow."
"Yes, sir; I"m sure I wish you every happiness, sir. And if I may ask, sir--will you still be requiring my services?"
Jimmy stared.
"Of course I shall," he said blankly. "Who the police do you think is going to look after my clothes, and shave me?" He brought his feet down from the opposite chair and sat up. "I"m going to be married in London--quietly," he said; he did not look at Costin now. "Miss Wyatt has lost her mother recently--I dare say you know. I--er--I think that is all," he added, with a sort of embarra.s.sment, as he recalled the times, the many times, he had made a confidant of Costin in the days before he was engaged to Cynthia; the many little gifts that Costin had conveyed to her; the notes he had brought back. Jimmy stifled a sigh in his broad chest; he rose to his feet.
"And, Costin----"
"Yes, sir."
"There is no need to--to mention--Miss Farrow--if--you understand?"
"Perfectly, sir."
"Very well; get out," said Jimmy.
Costin obeyed imperturbably. He knew Jimmy Challoner very well; and in this case, at all events, the master was certainly no hero to the valet. Left alone, Jimmy subsided again into his chair with a sigh.
The day after to-morrow! it seemed as if it must be the end of everything; as if he would be brought up sharply against an unscalable brick wall when his wedding-day came.
Poor little Christine! she had changed very much during the past few days; she looked somehow older--more grown-up; she smiled less frequently, and she was very quiet--even with Jimmy. And she loved Jimmy; she seemed to love him all the more now that he was all that was left to her. Jimmy realised it, too, and it worried him. He meant to be good to her--he wanted to be good to her; but--involuntarily he glanced towards the blank s.p.a.ce on the mantelshelf where Cynthia Farrow"s portrait used to stand.
He had not seen her since that night when she had told him the truth; when she had told him that she had thrown him over because he was not rich enough, because she valued diamonds and beautiful clothes more than she valued his love. He wondered if she knew of his engagement; if she had been told about it, and if so--whether she minded.
So far n.o.body had seemed particularly pleased except the Great Horatio, who had cabled that he was delighted, and that he was making immediate arrangements to increase Jimmy"s allowance.
Jimmy had smiled grimly over that part of the message; it was hard luck that the Great Horatio should only sh.e.l.l out now, when--when--he pulled up his thoughts sharply; he tried to remember that he was already almost as good as a married man; he had no right to be thinking of another woman; he was going to marry Christine.
The door opened; Costin reappeared.
"Please, sir--a lady to see you."
"What!"
Jimmy stared incredulously. "A lady to see me? Rot! It"s some mistake----"
"No, sir, begging your pardon, sir," said Costin stolidly. "It"s--if you please, sir, it"s Miss Farrow."
Jimmy stood immovable for a moment, then he turned round slowly and mechanically, almost as if someone had taken him by his shoulders and forced him to do so.
"Miss--Farrow!" he echoed Costin"s apologetic utterance of Cynthia"s name expressionlessly. "Miss--Farrow . . ." The colour rushed from his brow to chin; his heart began to race just as it used to in the old days when he had called to see her, and was waiting in her pink drawing-room, listening to the sound of her coming steps on the landing outside. After a moment:
"Ask--ask her to come in," he said.
He turned back to the mirror; mechanically he pa.s.sed a hand over the refractory kink in his hair; he looked at his tie with critical eyes; he wished there had been time to shave, he wished--and then he forgot to wish anything more at all, for the door had opened, and Cynthia herself stood there.