She remembered disliking Mrs. Ellsworth"s writing the first time she saw it, foreseeing the selfishness which afterward enslaved her. Since then she had had little time to practise, until the day when she heard from "Mr. N. Smith" after her answer to his advertis.e.m.e.nt in the _Morning Post_.
One reason for feeling sure she could never care for the man was because his handwriting prejudiced her in advance, it was so stiff, so devoid of character. How different, she reflected now, from the writing of the man who had taken his place!
She made such haste in dressing that her fingers seemed to be "all thumbs"; and when at length she was ready she gazed gloomily into the mirror. Last night she had not been so bad in evening dress; but now in the cheap, ready-made brown velveteen coat and skirt and plain toque to match, which had been her "best" for two winters, she feared lest _he_ should find her commonplace.
"The first thing I do, when he"s had time to look me over, must be to tell him he"s free if he wants his freedom," she decided. And she kept her word, when in the half-deserted foyer she had shaken hands with a young man who wore a white rose in his b.u.t.tonhole. "Please tell me frankly if you don"t like me as well by daylight," she gasped.
"I like you better," he said. "You"re still my white rose. See, I"ve adopted it as your symbol. I shall never wear any other flower on my coat. This is yours. No, it"s _you_! And I"ve kept the one I took last night. I mean to keep it always. No danger of _my_ changing my mind! But you? I"ve lain awake worrying for fear you might."
He held her hand, questioning her eyes with his.
She shook her head, smiling. But he would not let the hand go. At that hour there was no one to stare. "The Countess didn"t warn you off me?"
Annesley opened her eyes. "Of course not! Why, you told me you were old friends!"
"So we are--as friends go in this world: "pals," anyhow. She"s done me several good turns, and I"ve paid her. She"d always do what she could to help, for her own sake as well as mine. But her idea of a man may be different from yours."
"She wasn"t with me long," explained Annesley. "She said I needed sleep.
After she"d looked at my room to see if it were comfortable, she bade me "good-night," and we haven"t met this morning. The few remarks she did make about you were complimentary."
"What did she say? I"m curious."
"Well, if you must know, she said that you were a man few women could resist; and--she didn"t blame _me_."
"H"m! You call that complimentary? Let"s suppose she meant it so. Now we"ll have breakfast, and forget her--unless you"d like her called to go with us on a shopping expedition I"ve set my heart on."
"What kind of a shopping expedition?" Annesley wanted to know.
"To buy you all the pretty things you"ve ever wished for."
The girl laughed. "To do that would cost a fortune!"
"Then we"ll spend a fortune. Shall you and I do it ourselves, or would you like to have the Countess de Santiago"s taste?"
"Oh, let us go without her," Annesley exclaimed, "unless you----"
"Rather _not_. I want you to myself. You darling! We"ll have a great day--spending that fortune. The next thing we do--it can wait till after we"re married--is to look for a house in a good neighbourhood, to rent furnished. But we"ll get your swell cousins, Lord and Lady Annesley-Seton, to help us choose. Perhaps there"ll be something near them."
"Why, they hardly know I exist! I doubt if Lady Annesley-Seton _does_ know," replied the girl. "They"ll do nothing to help us, I"m sure."
"Then _don"t_ be sure, because if you made a bet you"d lose. Take my word, they"ll be pleased to remember a cousin who is marrying a millionaire."
"Good gracious!" gasped Annesley. "_Are_ you a millionaire?"
Her lover laughed. "Well, I don"t want to boast to you, though I may to your cousins, but if I"m not one of your conventional, stodgy millionaires, I have a sort of Fortunatus purse which is never empty.
I can always pull out whatever I want. We"ll let your people understand without any bragging.
"I think Lady Annesley-Seton, _nee_ Miss Haverstall, whose father"s purse has flattened out like a pancake, will jump for joy when she hears what you want her to do. But come along, let"s have breakfast!"
Overwhelmed, Annesley walked beside him in silence to the almost deserted restaurant where the latest breakfasters had finished and the earliest lunchers had not begun.
So the mysterious Mr. Smith was rich. The news frightened rather than pleased her. It seemed to throw a burden upon her shoulders which she might not be able to carry with grace. The girl had little self-confidence; but the man appeared to be troubled with no doubts of her or of the future. Over their coffee and toast and hot-house fruit, he began to propose exciting plans, and had got as far as an automobile when the voice of the Countess surprised them.
She had come close to their table without being heard.
"Good morning!" she exclaimed. "I was going out, but from far off I saw you two, with your profiles cut like silhouettes against all this gla.s.s and sunshine. I couldn"t resist asking how Miss Grayle slept, and if there"s anything I can do for her in the shops?"
As she spoke her eyes dwelt on Annesley"s plain toque and old-fashioned shabby coat, as if to emphasize the word "shops." The girl flushed, and Smith frowned at the Countess.
"No, thank you," he replied for Annesley. "There"s nothing we need trouble you about till the wedding to-morrow afternoon. You can put on your gladdest rags then, and be one of our witnesses. I believe that"s the legal term, isn"t it?"
"I do not know," said the Countess with a suppressed quiver in her voice, and a flash in the eyes fixed studiously on the river. "I know nothing of marriages in England. Who will be your other witness, if it"s not indiscreet to ask?"
"I haven"t decided yet," returned Smith, laconically.
"Ah, of course, you have _plenty_ of friends to choose from; and so the wedding will be to-morrow?"
"Yes. One fixes up these things in next to no time with a special license. Luckily I"m a British subject. I never thought much about it before, but it simplifies matters; and I"ll have been living in this parish a fortnight to-morrow. That"s providential, for it seems that legally it must be a fortnight. I"ve been up since it was light, learning the ropes and beginning to work them. Even the hour"s fixed--two-thirty."
(This was news for Annesley also, as there had been no time to begin talking over the "hundred plans" Smith had mentioned in his letter.)
"You are prompt--and businesslike!" returned the Countess, and again the girl blushed. She did not like to think of her knight of romance being "businesslike" in his haste to make her his wife. But perhaps the Countess didn"t mean to suggest anything uncomplimentary. "At what church will the "ceremony take place" as the newspapers say?" she went on. "It is to be a fashionable one?"
"No," replied, Smith, shortly. "Weddings in fashionable churches are silly unless there"s to be a crowd; and my wife and I are going to collect our circle after we"re married. I"ll let you know in time where we are going. As you"ll be with the bride you can"t lose yourself on the way, so you needn"t worry."
"I don"t!" laughed the Countess. "I"m at your service, and I shall try to be worthy of the occasion. But now I shall take myself off, or your coffee will be cold. You have a busy day and it"s late--even later than our breakfasts on the _Monarchic_ three weeks ago. Already it seems three months. _Au revoir_, Don. _Au revoir_, Miss Grayle."
She finished with a nod for Annesley, and turned away. Smith let her go in silence; and the girl watched the tall figure--as perfect in shape and as perfectly dressed as a French model--walk out of the restaurant into the foyer.
She seemed to have taken with her the golden glamour which had made up for lack of sunshine in the room before her arrival; or if she had not taken it, at least it was dimmed. Annesley gazed after the figure until it disappeared, because she felt vaguely that it would be best not to look at her companion just then. She knew that he was angry, and that he wanted to compose himself.
The Countess was as handsome by morning light, in her black velvet and chinchilla, as at night in flame colour and gold. But--the girl hoped she was not ill-natured--she looked _meretricious_. If she were "made up,"
the process defied Annesley Grayle"s eyes; yet surely never was skin so flawlessly white; and such golden-red hair with dark eyes and eyebrows must be unique.
"Great Scott, I thought she meant to spend the morning with us!" Smith broke out, viciously. "I realize, now I"ve seen you together, that she"s not--the ideal chaperon. But any port in a storm!"
"I thought you liked her," Annesley said.
"So I do--within limits. At least I appreciate qualities that she has.
But there are times--when a little of her goes a long way."
"I"m afraid she realized that you weren"t making her welcome," Annesley smiled. "You weren"t very nice to her, were you?"
"I was as nice as she deserved," the man excused himself.
"But she was good to me last night!"
"She owes it to me to be good. It"s a debt I expect her to pay, that"s all, and I"m not sure she"s paying it generously. You needn"t be too grateful, dear."