"There is no "if." Look below there, near my father"s tent! They have arrived. They are asking for you. Come, let us meet them! I must see my father before he departs."
Iris"s swimming eyes could not discern the figures to which Carmela was pointing. But this strange girl"s triumphant tone rang like a knell in her heart. She was not thinking now of the complications that might arise between San Benavides and his discarded flame. She only knew that, by some miracle, her uncle had come to bring her home, and with him was the man to whom she was plighted, while Philip, only half an hour ago, had told her he would not see her again until the following evening.
So this was the end of her dream. Bitter-sweet it had been, and long drawn out, but forthwith she must awake to the gray actualities of life.
She felt Carmela dragging her onward, irresistibly, vindictively. She saw, as through a mist, David Verity"s fiery-hued face, and heard his harsh accents. Yes, there was no mistake. Here was Bootle transported to Brazil, Linden House to Las Flores!
"By gum, la.s.s," he was bellowing, with a touch of real sentiment in his voice, "you"ve given us a rare dance afore we caught up wi" you. But "ere you are, bright as a cherry, an" "ere is d.i.c.key an" meself come to fetch you. Dash my wig, there"s life in the old dogs yet, or we"d never ha" bin able to ride forty mile through this G.o.d-forgotten country. An" damme if that isn"t c.o.ke, red as a lobster. Jimmie, me boy, put it there! Man, but you"re a dashed long way from port!"
Happily, Iris was too stunned to betray herself. She extended a hand to the sun-browned, white-haired old man standing by her uncle"s side.
"I am very glad to see you, Mr. Bulmer," she said simply. And, in that hour of searing agony, she meant it, for it is easier to look back on suffering than to await it, and she had been living in dread of this meeting for many a weary day.
CHAPTER XV
SHOWING HOW BRAZIL CHOSE HER PRESIDENT
Two thousand five hundred years ago the prophet Jeremiah expressed incredulity as to the power of an Ethiopian to change his skin or a leopard his spots. The march of the centuries has fully justified the seer"s historic doubt, so it makes but slight demand on the critical faculties to a.s.sume that two years" residence in Europe had not cooled the hot southern blood flowing in Carmela"s veins.
She had hated Iris before she set eyes on her; she hated her now that she had seen her rare beauty; she gloated on the suffering inflicted by the presence of the faded old man who claimed her as his bride. Though it was of the utmost importance that she should hasten to her father, she returned to Las Flores in her rival"s company, their arms linked in seeming friendship, and the Brazilian girl"s ears alert to treasure every word that told of Bulmer"s wooing.
Therein she greatly miscalculated the true gentility of one whom his cronies described as "a rough diamond." Bulmer realized that Iris was overwrought. Vague but sensational items in newspapers had prepared him in some measure for the story of her wanderings since last they met in quiet, old-fashioned Bootle. He felt that she was altered, that their ways in life had deviated with a sharpness that was not to be brought back into parallel grooves simply because he had traveled many thousands of miles to find her.
So d.i.c.key contented himself by listening to c.o.ke"s Homeric account of the _Andromeda"s_ wrecking, and if he interposed an occasional question, and thus drew the girl"s sweet voice into the talk, it was invariably germane to the strange history of the ship and her human freight.
c.o.ke"s narrative was picturesque and lurid. At times, he called himself to order; at times, both Iris and Carmela affected not to have heard him.
But Carmela"s interest never flagged. Nor did Bulmer"s. As the yarn progressed--for Watts and Schmidt and Norrie had joined them, and the whole party was seated in an inner room where an impromptu meal was provided--both the woman of Brazil and the man of Lancashire seized on the same unspoken _motif_. Every incident centered in the striking personality of Philip Hozier. From the instant the second sh.e.l.l struck the winch, and laid him apparently dead on the forecastle, to the very hour of this coming together at Las Flores, Hozier held the stage. It was he who took Iris on his shoulders and brought her to safety through the spume of the wrathful sea, he who carried her to the hut, he who crossed Fernando Noronha alone to protect her.
c.o.ke was impartial. He would have minimized his own singular bravery in running up the ship"s signals had not Iris given him a breathing-s.p.a.ce while she enthralled the others with her description. Otherwise, c.o.ke skipped no line of his epic.
"You"ll rec"lect," he wheezed, in a voice that rasped like a file, "you"ll rec"lect, Mr. Verity, as I said to you that Hozier was good enough to take charge of the bridge of a battleship. By--well, any "ow, if I"d said the Channel Fleet I shouldn"t "ave bin talkin" through me "at. Look at "im now. "E"s the on"y reel live man Dom Wot"s-"is-name "as got. Sink me! if it wasn"t for the folks at "ome, an" the fac" that the _Andromeeda"s_ skipper ought to keep clear of politics in this crimson country, I"d "ave a cut in at the game meself."
It might be hoped that Carmela"s mood would soften when she discovered her rival"s hapless love, but that would be expecting something which her bursting southern heart could not give. A volcano pours forth lava, not water. It scorches, not heals. Iris, willing or not, had sapped her Salvador"s allegiance. Carmela wanted to see those curved lips writhing in pain, those brown eyes dimmed, that smooth brow wrung with the grief that knows no remedy.
A fierce joy leaped up in her when Verity spoke of an early departure.
"You see, Iris," he explained, "these Brazilian bucks may be months in settlin" their differences. d.i.c.key an" me, "elped a lot by our Consul, squeezed a pa.s.s out of the President--beg pardon, miss, but "e is President, in Pernambuco, at all events," he said in an apologetic "aside" to Carmela--"an" the sooner we make tracks for ole England the better it"ll be for all of us. Wot do you say to an early start to-morrow? We"d be off to-night, on"y I"m feared my rheumaticky bones wouldn"t stand the racket."
The color ebbed from Iris"s face, but she said at once:
"I shall be ready, uncle dear. I promised Dom Corria to look after the hospital appliances that are so much needed by the poor soldiers, but the Senhora De Sylva will attend to that much more effectually than I."
"Good! Then that"s settled."
David pursed out his thick lips with a sigh of relief. Though he had watched the spoken record of the _Andromeda_ and her company for craftier hints than was suspected by his fellow travelers, he was not deaf to c.o.ke"s appreciation of Hozier. The silence of his niece on that same topic was alarming, but the position could not be so bad if she was willing to leave for the coast without seeing him again. No secret was made of Philip"s errand into the interior. The homeward-bound cavalcade would be at Pesqueira ere he returned to the _finca_.
Carmela, of course, did not believe in a woman"s complacency in such a vital matter. She was ever prepared to spring, to strike, to wrench their plans to suit her own ends; but, contrive as she might, she could not succeed in leaving Iris alone with Bulmer. Full of device, she was foiled at each turn. The day wore, the sun went down, the starlit sky made beautiful a parched earth, but never a word in privacy did Iris exchange with her husband-to-be. Carmela"s malice was not hidden from her, but she despised it. There was some ease for her tortured brain in defeating it. If the Senhora De Sylva had only understood how thoroughly the Englishwoman loathed her petty jealousy, it was possible that the few remaining hours of their enforced intimacy might have been rendered less irksome.
But, by this time, fate had gathered the slackened strings of their destinies. Thenceforth they became her puppets. Permitted for a little while to play the tragi-comedy of life according to their own inclinations, now the stern edict had gone forth that they were to act their allotted parts in one of those fascinating if blood-stained dramas that the history of nations so often puts on the stage. The future is the most cunning of playwrights. No man may tell what the next scene shall be. And no man, nor any woman, could guess the mad revel of hate and war that would rage that night around the placid homestead of Las Flores.
Behind the veranda was a huge ballroom, converted, by the exigencies of the campaign, into a dining hall for the many inmates of the _finca_.
The Brazilian ladies, the sailors, some sick or wounded officers who were not confined to bed, even the household servants, took their meals there in common. Supper was served soon after nine o"clock. When cigars and cigarettes were lighted, and the company broke up into laughing, gossiping, noisy groups, the place looked more like a popular Continental cafe than a room in a private mansion.
Though De Sylva, General Russo, San Benavides, and some score of members of the President"s staff who usually dined at the _finca_, were now absent, there was no lack of lively chatter. A very Babel of tongues mixed in amity. The prevalent note was one of cheery animation. Carmela exerted herself to win popularity, and a President"s daughter need not put forth very strenuous efforts in that direction to be acclaimed by most.
Iris was listening, with real interest, to Verity"s description of the finding of Macfarlane in the _Andromeda"s_ boat by a Cardiff-bound collier three days after he had drifted away from Fernando Noronha.
"The yarn kem to us through the Consul at Pernambuco," he said.
"Evidently, from wot you tell me, it"s all right. Poor ole Mac "ad a bad time afore "e was picked up, but "e was alive, an" I"m jolly glad of it, for "e"ll be a first-rate witness w"en this business comes up in court."
"Wot court?" demanded c.o.ke sharply.
"The court that settles our claim, of course," retorted Verity, with a quick ferret look at his fellow-conspirator.
"There"ll be no claim. The President means to stump up in style. You take my tip, an" shut up about courts," said c.o.ke.
"It"ll cost Brazil a tidy penny," remarked Bulmer thoughtfully. "n.o.body would ever imagine wot bags of gold an" parcels of di"monds sailors an"
firemen carry around in their kit-bags till a ship is lost an" a Gover"ment "as to pay."
Watts deemed this an exquisite joke. He laughed loudly.
"That reminds me," he cried. "W"en the _Gem of the Sea_ turned turtle on the James an" Mary----"
A _criado_, a nondescript man-servant attached to the household, stooped over Iris and whispered something. She gathered that she was wanted in the _pateo_, or court-yard, which, owing to the construction of the house, stood on one side instead of in front, where the lawn usurped its usual position.
"Who is it?" she asked.
The voice sank even lower.
"Colonel San Benavides, Senhora."
She had gathered sufficient of Brazilian ways to understand that the man had been bribed to convey this request to her without attracting attention.
"Tell him to wait," she said, hoping to gain a moment wherein to decide how best to act.
"It is urgent, Senhora--_ao mesmo tempo_, the colonel said."
"Go! That is my answer."
The man"s unwillingness to obey showed how imperative were his instructions. She rose, and the _criado_ hurried out, satisfied that she would follow. But Iris had no wish to meet San Benavides. If she were seen with him in the dark _pateo_ at this late hour, fuel would be added to the fire of Carmela"s foolish spite. She was aware of Carmela"s covert glance watching her from the other end of the long room. What was to be done? Why not send Carmela in her stead? They were almost of the same height, and dressed somewhat alike in flowered muslin. It would be an amusing mistake, though annoying, perhaps, to San Benavides; at any rate, Carmela would not object, and Iris was fully resolved not to keep the tryst in person.
She walked straight to her enemy.
"Colonel San Benavides awaits you in the _pateo_," she said in English.
"Awaits _me_!"