"Perhaps, as she"s known you some time, she feels you"re sacrificing yourself," Annesley defended the Countess. "I don"t blame her!"
"She"s sharp enough to see that I"m in great luck," said Smith. "But I suppose there"s always a dash of the cat in a woman of her race. I hope there"s no need to tell you that she has no right to be jealous. If she had, I wouldn"t have put you within reach of her claws. There are a.s.sorted sizes and kinds of jealousy, though. Some women want all the lime-light and grudge sparing any for a younger and prettier girl."
Annesley laughed. "_Prettier!_ Why, she"s a beauty, and I----"
"Wait till I introduce you to Mrs. Nelson Smith, who"s going to be one of the best-dressed, best-looking young women in London, and you"ll be _sorry_ for the poor old Countess," returned Smith, warmly. "You can afford then to heap coals of fire on her head, which can"t make it redder than it is. Meanwhile, it occurs to me, from the way the wind blows, you"d better go carefully with the lady! Don"t let her pump you about yourself, or what happened at Mrs. Ellsworth"s. It"s not her business.
Don"t confide any more than you need, and if she pretends to confide in _you_ understand that it will be for a purpose. The Countess is no _ingenue_!
"But enough about her," he went on, abruptly. "She sha"n"t spoil our first breakfast together, even by reminding me of gloomy meals I used sometimes to eat with her when we happened to find ourselves in each other"s society on board the _Monarchic_. I was feeling down on my luck then, and she wasn"t the one to cheer me up. But things are different now. Have you noticed, by the way, that she has a nickname for me?"
"Yes," Annesley admitted. "She calls you "Don.""
"It"s a name she made up because she used to say, when we first met, I was like a Spaniard; and I can jabber Spanish among other lingos. It"s more her native tongue, you know, than English. I only refer to it because I want you to have a special name of your own for me, and I don"t want it to be that one. It can"t be Nelson, because--well, I can never be at home as Nelson with the girl I love best--the one who knows how I came to call myself that. Will you make up a name for me, and begin to get used to it to-day? I"d like it if you could."
"May I call you "Knight"?" Annesley asked, shyly. "I"ve named you my knight already in my mind and--and heart."
He looked at her with rather a beautiful look: clear and wistful, even remorseful.
"It"s too n.o.ble a name," he said. "Still--if you like it, I shall. Maybe it will make me good. Jove! it would take something strong to do that!
But who knows? From now on I"m your "Knight." You needn"t wrestle with "Nelson" except when we"re with strangers.
"And--look here!" he broke off. "I"ve another favour to ask. Better get them all over at once--the big ones that are hard to grant. You reminded me last night that we wouldn"t be legally married if I didn"t use my own name. That may be true. I can"t very well make inquiries. But just in case, I"m giving my real name and shall sign it in a register. That"s why our marriage must be quietly performed in a quiet place. It shall be in church, because I know you wouldn"t feel married if it wasn"t, but it must be in a church where n.o.body we"re likely to meet ever goes; and the parson must be one we won"t stand a chance of knocking up against later.
"Managed the way I shall manage it, there"ll be no difficulty. Mr. and Mrs. Blank will walk out of the vestry after they"ve signed their names, and--_lose themselves_. No reason why they should ever be a.s.sociated with Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Smith. Do you much mind all these complications?"
"Not if they"re necessary to save you from danger," the girl answered.
"By Jove, you"re a trump! But I haven"t come to the _big_ favour yet. Now for it! When I write my real name in the register, I don"t want you to look. Is that the one thing too much?"
Annesley tried not to flinch under his eyes. Yet--he had put her to a severe test. Last night, when he said that it would be better for her not to know his name, she had quietly agreed.
But there was the widest difference between then and now. At that time they had been strangers flung together by a wave of fate which, it seemed, might tear them apart at any instant. In a few hours all was changed. They belonged to each other. This man"s name would be her name, yet he wished her to be ignorant of it!
If the girl had not thought of him truly as her knight, if she had not been determined to trust him, the "big favour" would indeed have been too big.
Despite her trust, and the romantic, new-born love in her heart, she was unable to answer for a moment. Her breath was s.n.a.t.c.hed away; but as she struggled to regain it and to speak, a bleak picture of the future without him rose before her eyes. She couldn"t give him up, and go on living, after the glimpse he had shown her of what life might be!
"No, it"s not too much," she said, slowly. "It"s only part of the trust I"ve promised to--my knight."
He gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you--and my lucky star for the prize you are!" he exclaimed. Some men would have offered their thanks to G.o.d, or to "Heaven." Annesley noticed that he praised his "star."
This was one of many disquieting things, large and small; for she had been brought up to be a religious girl, and was mentally on her knees before G.o.d in grat.i.tude for the happiness which illuminated her gray life. She could not bear to think that G.o.d was nothing to the man who had become everything to her. She wanted to shut her eyes to all that was strange in him; but it was as difficult as for Psyche to resist lighting the lantern for a peep at her mysterious husband in his sleep.
For instance, there was the Countess de Santiago"s reference to their a.s.sociation on board the _Monarchic_, which Knight had refrained from mentioning. He had spoken of it after the Countess had gone, to be sure; but briefly, and because it would have seemed odd if he had not done so.
It had struck Annesley that his annoyance with the lady was connected with that sharp little "dig" of hers, and she could not sweep her mind clean of curiosity.
The moment the _Monarchic"s_ name was brought up she remembered reading a newspaper paragraph about the last voyage of that great ship from New York to Liverpool. Fortunately or unfortunately, her recollection of the paragraph was nebulous, for when she read news aloud to her mistress she permitted her mind to wander, unless the subject happened to be interesting. She tried to keep up a vaguely intelligent knowledge of world politics, but small events and blatant sensations, such as murders, burglaries, and "society" divorces, she quickly erased from her brain.
Something dramatic had occurred on the _Monarchic_. Her subconscious self recalled that. But it was less than a month ago that she had read the paragraph, therefore the sensation, whatever it was, must have happened when Knight and the Countess de Santiago were on board, coming to England, and she could easily learn what it was by inquiring.
Not for the world, however, would she question her lover, to whom the subject of the trip was evidently distasteful. Still less would she ask the Countess behind his back.
There was another way in which she could find out a sly voice seemed to whisper in Annesley"s ear. She could get old numbers of the _Morning Post_, the only newspaper that entered Mrs. Ellsworth"s house, and search for the paragraph. But she was ashamed of herself for letting such a thought enter her head. Of course she would not be guilty of a trick so mean. She would not try to unearth one fact concerning her Knight--his name, his past, or any circ.u.mstances surrounding him, even though by stretching out her hand she could reach the key to his secret.
He talked of things which at another time would have palpitated with interest: their wedding, their honeymoon, their homecoming, and Annesley responded without betraying absent-mindedness. It was the best she could do, until the effect of the "biggest favour" and the doubts it raised were blurred by new sensations. She would not have been a normal woman if the shopping excursion planned by Knight had not swept her off her feet.
The man with Fortunatus" purse seemed bent on trying to empty it--temporarily--for her benefit: if she had been sent out alone to buy everything she had ever wanted, with no regard to expense, Annesley Grayle would not have spent a fifth of the sum he flung away on evening gowns, street gowns, boudoir gowns, hats, high-heeled paste-buckled slippers, a gold-fitted dressing-bag, an ermine wrap, a fur-lined motor-coat, and more suede gloves and silk stockings than could be used (it seemed to the girl) in the next ten years.
He begged for the privilege of "helping choose," not because he didn"t trust her taste, but because he feared she might be economical; and during the whole day in Bond Street, Regent Street, Oxford Street, and Knightsbridge she was given only an hour to herself. That hour she was expected to pa.s.s, and did pa.s.s, in providing herself with all sorts of intimate daintiness of nainsook, lace, and ribbon, too sacred even for a lover"s eyes.
And Knight spent the time of his absence from her upon an errand which he did not explain.
"I"ll tell you what I did--and show you--to-morrow when I come to wish you good morning," he said. "Unless you"re going to be conventional and refuse to see me till we "meet at the altar," as the sentimental writers say. I think I"ve heard that"s the smart thing. But I hope it won"t be your way. If I didn"t see you from now till to-morrow afternoon I should be afraid I"d lost you for ever."
Annesley felt the same about him, and told him so. They dined together, but not at the Savoy. The Countess"s name was not mentioned, yet Annesley guessed it was because of her that Knight proposed an Italian restaurant.
When he left her at last at the door of her own hotel everything was settled for the wedding-day and after. Knight was to produce two friends, both men, to one of whom must fall the fatherly duty of giving the bride away. He suggested their calling upon her in the morning, while he was with her at the Savoy, in order that they might not meet as strangers at the church, and the girl thought this a wise idea.
As for the honeymoon, Knight confessed to knowing little of England, outside London, and asked Annesley if she had a choice. Would she like to have a week or so in some warm county like Devonshire or Cornwall, or would she enjoy a trip to Paris or the Riviera? It was all one to him, he a.s.sured her; only he had set his heart on getting back to London soon, finding a house, and beginning life as they meant to live it.
Annesley chose Devonshire. She said she would like to show it to Knight.
"I think you"ll love it," she told him. "We might stay at several places I used to adore when I was a child. And if we get to Sidmouth, maybe you"ll have a glimpse of those cousins you were talking about, the Annesley-Setons. I believe they have a place near by called Valley House; but I don"t know whether they live there or let it."
"We"ll go to Sidmouth," he said.
The girl smiled. His desire that she should sc.r.a.pe acquaintance with Lord and Lady Annesley-Seton seemed boyish and amusing to her, but she did not see how it could be brought about.
Next morning at eleven o"clock, when Annesley had been up for two hours, packing her new things in her new trunks and the gorgeous new dressing-bag, she was informed that Mr. Nelson Smith had arrived.
The girl had forgotten that Knight had hinted at something to tell and something to show her on the morning of their marriage day, and expected to find his two friends with him; but he had come alone.
"We"ve got a half-hour together," he said. "Then Dr. Torrance and the Marchese di Morello may turn up at any minute. Torrance is an elderly man, a decent sort of chap, and deadly respectable. He"ll do the heavy father well enough. Paolo di Morello is an Italian. I don"t care for him; but the troublesome business about my name is a handicap.
"I can trust these men. And at least they won"t put you to shame. You can judge them when they come, so enough talk about them for the present!
This is my excuse for being here," and he put into Annesley"s hand a flat, oval-shaped parcel. "My wedding gift to my bride," he added, in a softer tone. "Open it, sweet."
The white paper wrapping was fastened with small red seals. If the girl had had knowledge of such things she would have known that it was a jeweller"s parcel. But the white, gold-stamped silk case within surprised her. She pressed a tiny k.n.o.b, and the cover flew up to show a string of pearls which made her gasp.
"For the Princess, from her Knight," he said. "And here"--he took from the inner pocket of his coat a band of gold set with a big white diamond--"is your engagement ring. Every girl must have one, you know, even if her engagement _is_ the shortest on record. I"ve the wedding ring, too. But it isn"t the time for that. A good-sized diamond"s the obvious sort of thing: advertises itself for what it is, and that"s what we want. You"ll wear it, as much as to say, "I was engaged like everybody else." But if there wasn"t a reason against it, _this_ is what I should like to put on your finger."
As he spoke, he hid the spark of light in his other hand, and from the pocket whence it had come produced another ring.
If she had not seen this, Annesley would have exclaimed against the word "obvious" for the splendid brilliant as big as a small pea which Knight put aside so carelessly. But the contrast between the modern ring with its "solitaire" diamond and the wonderful rival he gave it silenced her.
She was no judge of jewellery, and had never possessed any worth having; but she knew that this second ring was a rare as well as a beautiful antique. It looked worthy, she thought, of a real princess.
Even the gold was different from other gold, the little that was visible, for the square-cut stone, of pale, scintillating blue, was surrounded by a frame of tiny brilliants encrusting the rim as far as could be seen on the back of the hand when the ring was worn.
"A sapphire!" Annesley exclaimed. "My favourite stone. Yet I never saw a sapphire like it before. It"s wonderful--brighter than a diamond."