He looked and fancied he must be dreaming, for, lo, there on her engagement finger sparkled a ring--his ring. The ring that he believed lost; the ring that he believed no woman would ever wear again.
For a full minute he was too amazed, too stunned, to speak.
"You--you found it!" he stammered at last.
"I never threw it away at all," she confessed. "I only made the motion.
Why should I throw away a perfectly good pearl and diamond ring when the mere motion of throwing answered every purpose?"
"Every purpose? What purpose?"
"My purpose," and she smiled.
"But I--I don"t understand. What could have been your object?"
"I"ll tell you," she replied. He could see her eyes quite clearly now.
His own had grown accustomed to the gloom. He could see them so clearly as to read mischief in them. He wondered whether it was possible that she was suffering the least bit.
"I just wondered what you would say and do. I knew of no better way to test a man"s whole character than by pretending to toss away as worthless something that he highly values."
"My whole character?" he echoed. "Did you have to test it?"
"I didn"t have to. I wished to. One learns of the real man, then. And I am so interested in real men."
The thing rather hurt him, but he said: "I suppose you were satisfied."
"My _interest_ was," she answered, and he was clever enough to note the distinction she effected by the word and the emphasis.
"I"m glad if it amused you," he said, not at all pleased. "Are you going to tell me what you learned?"
"I"m going to let you draw your own conclusions," she answered. "I told a man once in India that there was a cobra in the corner of the room in which we were sitting, just to see what he would say."
"What did he say?"
"He didn"t say anything. He acted."
"Was there a cobra there?"
"Of course. We could both see it."
"You were telling the truth then?"
"After my fashion, yes."
"And what did he do?"
"He shot."
"And--"
"The bullet knocked the cobra over. It was bronze."
Then, for the first time since he entered the room, he let go her hand.
"And that satisfied your interest?"
"That satisfied me," she said, and he would have sworn she slightly emphasized the p.r.o.noun.
"There must have been a lot of shooting out there in India," he said significantly. Somehow he felt terribly vexed.
No, he didn"t want to go into any wilds with this woman. He recalled that reincarnated tigress idea of Kneedrock"s. No Yukon or Ceylon. No, surely not.
She seemed to read his thought. She drew back her right hand which he had dropped so coolly and, turning a little on her side, she reached out her left.
"There! Take off the ring and give it to Miss Veynol," she said cheerfully. "I really can"t marry you. Indeed I can"t. Don"t press me.
Don"t even press my hand. It"s absolutely no use. Go on, now, and leave me to sleep."
It was Caryll"s mood of the moment to feel relieved. He took the ring from her finger, thrust it into his waistcoat pocket, and rose. Then he bowed a little stiffly. After which he left her to sleep.
CHAPTER XXI
An End to the Gossip
All masculine and human as he was, Sir Caryll Carleigh emerged from that darkened room with a vivid vision still remaining of the white bandaged face and a keen awareness of the engagement ring once more in his possession, enormously eased.
If there was a sense of somewhat summary dismissal to annoy, it was more than offset by the knowledge that he was absolutely free. Yes, free even of the chain made by his own impulsive speech.
A thoroughly foolish man, embarra.s.sed by the product of his various and gregarious emotions, may still have sense enough left to experience relief at being afforded a fresh chance.
Life, in spots, was very trying to the young baronet, but still it might have been far worse.
One may not enjoy being buffeted about by a woman one is almost sure one loves. Still it"s a poor ball that isn"t conscious of a thrill as it rises in the air of limitless freedom after a hard kick.
So Carleigh went lightly along the corridor and turned lightly at the angle. And as he turned he came face to face with Rosamond Veynol. And Rosamond, it so chanced, was looking beautiful as she had never looked beautiful before.
He stopped abruptly, and so did she. He gasped, and she likewise gasped.
But, somehow, it was far less awful than before, because here there was no one present to witness their behavior.
He put out his hand and she put hers in it before she thought. It came to him just then, suddenly, that he had told her he had offered himself to Mrs. Darling and given her the ring. And now he had that very ring in his waistcoat pocket.
His breath came fast--so fast that it almost choked him.
"Rosamond!" he stammered. "Oh, Rosamond!"
She was dressed for traveling and was evidently just on her way down. In point of fact she was about quitting the house to save herself further embarra.s.sment.
She wasn"t expecting to meet Carleigh on that side of the house, and the encounter had startled her, as it did him, more than slightly.