"Yes," she replied, "I remember it quite well. And now, please, Leonard, don"t talk to me again until I have had a gla.s.s of wine. I am tired and worn out, that is all."
Even Tavernake knew that she was struggling against the tears which already dimmed her eyes. He filled her gla.s.s himself. The professor set his own down empty with the satisfied smile of a connoisseur.
"I think," he said, "that you will agree with me about this vintage.
Beatrice, this is what will bring color into your cheeks. My little girl," he continued, turning to Tavernake, "will soon need a holiday. I am hoping presently to be able to arrange a short tour by myself, and if so, I shall send her to the seaside. Now I want you particularly to try the fish salad--the second dish there. Beatrice, let me help you."
Presently the orchestra began to play. The warmth of the room, the wine and the food--Tavernake had a horrible idea once that she had eaten nothing that day--brought back some of the color to Beatrice"s cheeks and a little of the light to her eyes. She began to talk something in the old fashion. She avoided, however, any mention of that other supper they had had together. As time went on, the professor, who had drunk the best part of two bottles of wine and was talking now to a friend, became almost negligible. Tavernake leaned across the table.
"Beatrice," he whispered, "you are not looking well. I am afraid that life is getting harder with you."
She shook her head.
"I am doing what I must," she answered. "Please don"t sympathize with me. I am hysterical, I think, tonight. It will pa.s.s off."
"But, Beatrice," he ventured, timidly, "could one do nothing for you?
I don"t like these performances, and between you and me, we know they won"t stand your father"s show much longer. It will certainly come to an end soon. Why don"t you try and get back your place at the theatre? You could still earn enough to keep him."
"Already I have tried," she replied, sorrowfully. "My place is filled up. You see," she added, with a forced laugh, "I have lost some of my looks, Leonard. I am thinner, too. Of course, I shall be all right presently, but it"s rather against me at these west-end places."
Again he felt that pain at his heart. He was sure now that he was beginning to understand!
"Beatrice," he whispered, "give it up--marry me I will take care of him."
The flush of color faded from her cheeks. She shivered a little and looked at him piteously.
"Leonard," she pleaded, "you mustn"t. I really am not very strong just now. We have finished with all that--it distresses me."
"But I mean it," he begged. "Somehow, I have felt all sorts of things since we came in here. I think of that night, and I believe--I do believe that what came to me before was madness. It was not the same."
She was trembling now.
"Leonard," she implored, "if you care for me at all, be quiet. Father will turn round directly and I can"t bear it. I shall be your very faithful friend; I shall think of you through the long days before we meet again, but don"t--don"t spoil this last evening."
The professor turned round, his face mottled, his eyes moist, a great good-humor apparent in his tone.
"Well, I must say," he declared, "that this has been a most delightful evening. I feel immensely better, and you, too, I hope, Beatrice?"
She nodded, smiling.
"I trust that when Mr. Tavernake returns," the professor continued, "he will give us the opportunity of entertaining him in much the same manner. It will give me very much pleasure, also Beatrice. And if, sir,"
he proceeded, "during your stay in New York you will mention my name at the Goat"s Club, or the Mosquito Club, you will, I think, find yourself received with a hospitality which will surprise you."
Tavernake thanked him and paid the bill. They walked slowly down the room, and Tavernake was curiously reluctant to release the little hand which clasped his.
"I have kept this to the last," Beatrice said, in a low tone. "Elizabeth is in London."
He was curiously unmoved.
"Yes?" he murmured.
"I should like you--I think it would be well for you to go and see her,"
she went on. "You know, Leonard, you were such a strange person in those days. You may imagine things. You may not realize where you are. I think that you ought to go and see her now, now that you have lived through some suffering, now that you understand things better. Will you?"
"Yes, I will go," Tavernake promised.
Beatrice glanced round towards where her father was standing.
"I don"t want him to know," she whispered. "I don"t want either him or myself to be tempted to take any of her money. She is living at Claridge"s Hotel. Go there and see her before you leave for your new life."
He stood at the door and watched them go down the Strand, the professor, flamboyant, walking erect with flying coat-tails, and his big cigar held firmly between his teeth; Beatrice, a wan figure in her black clothes, clinging to his arm. Tavernake watched them until they disappeared, conscious of a curious excitement, a strange pain, a sense of revelation. When at last they were out of sight and he turned back for his coat and hat, his feet were suddenly leaden. The band was playing the last selection--it was the air which Beatrice had sung only that night at the east-end music-hall. With a sudden overpowering impulse he turned and strode down the Strand in the direction where they had vanished. It was too late. There was no sign of them.
CHAPTER VI. UNDERSTANDING COMES TOO LATE
Tavernake"s first impression of Elizabeth was that he had never, even in his wildest thoughts, done her justice. He had never imagined her so wonderfully, so alluringly beautiful. She had received him, after a very long delay, in her sitting-room at Claridge"s Hotel--a large apartment furnished more like a drawing-room. She was standing, when he entered, almost in the center of the room, dressed in a long lace cloak and a hat with a drooping black feather. She looked at him, as the door opened, as though for a moment half puzzled. Then she laughed softly and held out her hands.
"Why, of course I remember you!" she exclaimed. "And to think that when I had your card I couldn"t imagine where I had heard the name before!
You are my dear estate agent"s clerk, who wouldn"t take my money, and who was so wretchedly rude to me twelve months ago."
Tavernake was quite cool. He found himself wondering whether this was a pose, or whether she had indeed forgotten. He decided that it was a pose.
"I was also," he reminded her, "one night in your rooms at the Milan Court when your husband--"
She stopped him with an imperative gesture.
"Spare me, please," she begged. "Those were such terrible days--so dull, too! I remember that you were quite one of the brightest spots. You were absolutely different from every one I had ever met before, and you interested me immensely."
She looked at him and slowly shook her head.
"You look very nice," she said. "Your clothes fit you and you are most becomingly tanned, but you don"t look half so awkward and so adorable."
"I am sorry," he replied, shortly.
"And you came to see me!" she went on. "That was really nice of you. You were quite fond of me, once, you know. Tell me, has it lasted?"
"That is exactly what I came to find out," he answered deliberately. "So far, I am inclined to think that it has not lasted."
She made a little wry face and drew his arm through hers.
"Come and sit down and tell me why," she insisted. "Be honest, now. Is it because you think I am looking older?"
"I have thought of you for many hours a day for months," Tavernake said, slowly, "and I never imagined you so beautiful as you seem now."
She clapped her hands.
"And you mean it, too!" she exclaimed. "There is just the same delightfully convincing note in your tone. I am sure that you mean it.