"Dedieu?--Dedieu?" he repeated thoughtfully, at the same time nervously twirling a quill between his fingers. "The name is uncommon, and not at all familiar to me. I--I"m sure I don"t remember ever hearing it before."
"You don"t believe, then, that my brother ever knew such a person?"
asked Hugh.
"Well, really, how is it possible that I should know?" asked Graham, with suavity. "It was scarcely likely he would make me acquainted with matters of that description."
Hugh plied him with several well-directed questions, but the old man"s memory was peculiarly vacant at that moment. He shook his head, reiterating his statement that his mind was perfectly blank upon the subject, declaring emphatically that he never heard of such a young person as Mademoiselle Valerie, whoever she was.
Such an element of truth did this statement possess, and so blandly was it delivered, that Hugh felt perfectly satisfied. For some time past he had been very much perturbed by the curious discovery of the photograph and letters, but his misgivings were now set at rest by this rea.s.surance.
"Well, if you really don"t know her, I need not take up any more of your time," he remarked, rising.
"I a.s.sure you, Mr. Hugh, as the trusted adviser of your family, it would give me the utmost pleasure to a.s.sist you if I could, but her existence is quite unknown to me," protested the old man. "Was she a friend of yours, may I ask?" he added, with a mischievous twinkle in his dim eye.
"Well, yes, Graham. I have the pleasure of the lady"s acquaintance."
"Ah, I thought so. Young men are not so eager about a woman"s antecedents unless they love her."
"Form your own conclusions, Graham. I"ve an appointment, so good-day."
Laughing gayly, he departed, the old man bowing him out obsequiously.
After he had gone, the occupant of the dingy chamber stood for a long time before the fire cleaning his pince-nez upon his silk handkerchief, thinking over the errands of his two clients--so strangely dissimilar, yet so closely allied.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
STUDIO SECRETS.
"If you please, sir, a lady wants to see you very particularly."
"A lady, Jacob," exclaimed Hugh Trethowen, who was in the lazy enjoyment of a cigar and a novel in his sitting-room, at the close of a dull, wet January day. "Who is she?"
"I don"t know, sir. She wouldn"t give her card."
"Young?"
"Yes, sir."
"Pretty?"
"Well, I suppose I"m not much of a judge at my time of life, Master Hugh," protested the old servant.
"Get along with you," laughed his master. "You can yet distinguish a pretty girl from a fossilised hag, I"ll be bound. Show her in, and let"s have a look at her." Rising, he glanced at himself in the mirror, settled his tie, and smoothed his hair; for the appearance of a lady was an unusual phenomenon at his rooms.
When the door opened he walked towards it to welcome his visitor, but halted halfway in amazement.
"Why, Dolly, is it you?" he exclaimed, gripping her gloved hand.
"Yes, Mr. Trethowen; I--I don"t think I ought to have come here--to your chambers," she replied, glancing round the room rather timidly; "but I wanted to tell you something."
"Surely there"s no harm in interviewing the lion in his den, is there?"
he asked, laughing. "Come, let me help you off with your cloak."
At first she hesitated, declaring that she could only remain a few minutes, but eventually he persuaded her to allow him to remove the fur-lined garment--an Operation in which he displayed a rather excessive amount of care.
Then he drew up a cosy armchair to the fire, and as she seated herself in it she commenced a desultory conversation, evidently loth to touch upon the matter of importance that had brought her thither.
Men at Hugh Trethowen"s age are impressionable. They love, hate, and forget all in one day. For a brief period one fair daughter of Eve is thought enchanting and divine, but in the majority of cases another, fairer still, whose charms are increasingly bewitching, steps in and usurps her place, and she, though tender and fair--she may go anywhere to hide her emotion from an unsympathetic world, and heal her broken heart.
If the truth were told, as she fixed her sweet, affectionate eyes upon him, he was reflecting whether he really loved her in preference to Valerie.
"Why do you desire so particularly to see me?" he asked, blowing a cloud of smoke from his lips, and regarding her with a happy and somewhat amused expression.
Blushing, and dropping her eyes to the floor, she began to pick at her skirt.
"I hope you"ll not be angry with me, and also that you"ll keep my visit a secret," she said at last, with a little demure droop in the corners of her mouth, and just a suspicion of _diablerie_ in her eye. "I want to tell you of some one with whom you are acquainted."
"Who?"
"Mademoiselle Dedieu."
He smiled, contemplating the end of his cigar.
"Ah, I have heard all about your infatuation," she continued seriously; "but, I suppose I must not reproach you, inasmuch as I have no right to do so," and she sighed.
"You have always been one of my dearest friends, Dolly," he remarked warmly; "and I hope you will continue so, even though I have promised to marry Valerie Dedieu."
"You--you have promised to be her husband?" she gasped in dismay.
"Yes. Why, surely you, too, are not going to defame her?" he exclaimed in astonishment. "Come, tell me what you know concerning her."
"Personally, I know nothing," she answered in an earnest tone, "but as your friend--as one who has your interests at heart, I would urge you to heed the warning you have already received. Has not Mr. Egerton told you that she is not a fit woman to be your wife?"
"He certainly did say something once, in a vague sort of way."
"Why then do you not take his advice?"
"You do not know us, Dolly," he replied, looking straight into her eyes.
"In matters of love we men usually follow our own course, whether it leads us to happiness or to woe."
"That is exactly why I came here to-day," she said anxiously. "I wanted to tell you what Mr. Egerton says of her."
"What does he say?"
"Promise not to repeat anything I tell you."
"Upon my honour, I will not," he declared.
"A few days ago we were speaking of her, and he told me of your admiration and love. He said that if you knew the truth you would hate her like poison--that she had brought a curse upon others, and she would bring unhappiness and ruin upon you."