The Tigress

Chapter 45

"Oh, is there?" he observed in his characteristic ringing undertone.

The d.u.c.h.ess gave over trying the dance-step, and joined the group.

"His mother-in-law will be after them, of course," she said. "There"ll be no keeping it from her. Such a dreadful person she is!"

"She rides races in boy"s clothes," put in the duke. "She does--doesn"t she, Doody?"

"And she bathes in one-piece, Continental bathing-suits," volunteered Waltheof. "I"ve seen her at Ostend. Ripping figure for the mother of such a big girl!"



"I wonder what will happen next?" mused Lady Bellingdown, who loved Carleigh like a son and was more than a little frightened.

"Nina will happen next," said Lord Kneedrock, _sotto voce_.

He was wondering why it was that the new Lady Carleigh reminded him so much of that Ramsay girl he had met through Nina at Simla.

CHAPTER XXII

The Interrupted Honeymoon

The Carleighs went to Madeira for their honeymoon. It is a popular place for honeymoons; but not so popular as some others, because it"s farther away.

No one knew but they, and they hoped that the mater wouldn"t find out.

They didn"t in the least see how she was to find out.

Rosamond went so far as to write her a letter, omitting all mention of her wedding, of course, dating it from San Remo, and sending it there under cover to a confidential friend, to be mailed to "dear mama," who, it so happened, was still in Dublin.

Having thus taken every precaution to guard against pursuit, they threw care to the winds and reveled in their new and blissful companionship, amid tropical surroundings.

Everything amused them--the natives, the bullock-sledges, the _redes_--hammocks swung on poles and carried by native bearers.

They explored the long ravine, visible from the windows of their rooms in the hotel at Funchal, riding on the backs of gaily-harnessed mules and sampling the wines of the vineyards along the way.

Of evenings there were always the botanical gardens, with their palms and rhododendrons, and the light-hearted Madeirans making a _fiesta_ of the hour.

There had been two weeks of it now--rapturous weeks--with Mrs. Veynol so far from their thoughts that even momentary memories had ceased to obtrude.

They sat in the half light of the gardens, a giant palm nodding above them, a soft breeze in their faces, lovers of another land--but still lovers like themselves--sauntering by, the men swinging malacca-sticks, the women"s bright eyes shining beneath becomingly arranged mantillas, and believed paradise their very own.

And that was the moment that Fate chose for dropping a shadow. It descended while their heads were turned the other way, and their first warning was when a voice they both knew and recognized instantly fell like the knell of doom on their joy-attuned ears.

"Aren"t you going to kiss mother, son?"

Carleigh seemed propelled to his feet. It appeared to him that he came up with a whirling motion. If he could only have gone on whirling and rising, like certain cardboard toys he remembered to have seen, it would have been such a satisfaction.

But, instead, he seemed to whirl straight into his mother-in-law"s open arms, which closed affectionately--oh, so affectionately!--around him.

And it wasn"t at all a nice kiss she gave him or he gave her.

There was nothing maternal about it. It was so ardent that he felt ashamed, and when he was at length released and caught sight of Rosamond"s eyes he was more ashamed than ever. He couldn"t understand himself.

He didn"t love Sibylla Veynol. He was sure he didn"t. He would have been delighted never to see her again. And he did love her daughter. Yet this was the way it had been before.

Then their kisses had been in secret. Now that she had the right she chose to demand them openly. Heretofore she had told her daughter things. Now she meant to show her.

"I don"t know whether to kiss you, Rosamond, or not," she said. "That letter you sent me from San Remo was a very low piece of work."

"But, mama--" began Lady Carleigh, and got no farther.

"What must the world think," her mother went on, "when it learns that you are married and that I was not bidden to your wedding?"

"Why, mama--" the bride attempted once more.

"I don"t blame Caryll in the least," mama continued. "I am sure that he had nothing to do with it. He would have been only too glad to have me there. It was you, my ungrateful daughter--my own flesh and blood--who was at the bottom of it all."

"Oh, I say--" It was Carleigh who made the attempt this time.

"No, you needn"t speak," Mrs. Veynol checked him. "You are a gentleman and wish to take the blame on your own shoulders; but, no matter what you said, I shouldn"t believe you. Fortunately, I know my own daughter at last."

"It--it was the only way," Rosamond faltered.

"It was a very wicked way. Still, I don"t see how I am to blame you.

Caryll is so fascinating it is all I can do to resist him myself.

But--oh, dear, I had quite forgotten!"

She turned abruptly to where a fair-haired young man, slightly round-shouldered, stood hat in hand behind her. "Let me present Mr.

Miles O"Connor, Lady Carleigh--Sir Caryll Carleigh."

Rosamond inclined her head, and Carleigh bowed a little stiffly. Mr.

Miles O"Connor withdrew a tentatively advanced hand.

"Mr. O"Connor," explained Mrs. Veynol, "is the sub-editor of _British Society_. It was through him that I located you. How he managed it I don"t know. I am curious myself; but he tells me it is an office secret, which is equivalent to a secret of the confessional."

Neither Sir Caryll nor his wife spoke. Both would have liked to cut out the tongue that had betrayed them.

"Mr. O"Connor came with me from London. He has been most kind and considerate. I can never hope to repay him."

"Has _British Society_ ceased publication?" asked Carleigh bitingly.

"It"s a little vacation I"m taking," ventured the sub-editor.

"Sorry you delayed it so long," rejoined the baronet, still more acidly.

"We were fortunate enough to secure rooms on the same corridor with you at your hotel," Mrs. Veynol disclosed.

"Mr. O"Connor again, I a.s.sume," said Carleigh. "As capable a courier as an editor--I mean as a sub-editor."

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