"Sir Caryll is pleased to be ironical," snapped the young Irishman, boiling.
"I"m not pleased at all," Sir Caryll replied equivocally. "Ordinarily I am most complacent, but I can"t bear a sneaking, snooting busybody who"s always attending to every one"s business but his own."
O"Connor"s fists doubled, but Mrs. Veynol laid a quieting hand on his curving shoulder.
"Caryll, dear," she soothed, "you are unjust. You are, really. Mr.
O"Connor has served me at great personal sacrifice. I don"t know what I should have done without him. When I learned that Rosamond was not at San Remo--had never been there--I was torn with anxiety. Fancy the feelings of a fond mother! I applied to Mr. O"Connor in my extremity, and he proved himself a friend in need."
Carleigh turned away, but no less vexed. In his wife"s eyes he saw tears glistening. And they had been so inexpressibly happy.
He was tempted to allude to _British Society"s_ theory of why his engagement had been broken--to inquire about the convict first husband--his Rosamond"s own father--but he resisted the impulse, determining, nevertheless, to thresh out the matter with Mrs. Veynol privately at the first opportunity.
But there was no opportunity that evening. He managed it, however, the following morning. He was astir early, leaving Rosamond, who had been wakeful from nervousness, to get some compensating slumber.
And he met his mother-in-law, as if by prearrangement, in the hotel gardens while the dew was still on leaf and flower. To his delight she was unattended.
"You grow younger every time I see you," he said, kissing her hand in the Continental fashion he knew she liked. "You might be Rosa"s sister."
It was odd how against his will such pretty speeches were wrung from him by this woman who in one way repelled him.
They strolled about for a while, and then sat down on a bench, which Carleigh did not observe was in full view from his wife"s windows. But it was.
"Couldn"t you have come here alone, mater?" he asked. It was the first time he had called her that, and it didn"t please her. He saw it before she spoke.
"For Heaven"s sake, Caryll dear, don"t!" she begged. "You make me feel a hundred. If you can"t find a pet name for me you may call me Sibylla, or Sibyl, or just Sib. But I"ll hate you if you mater me. And I don"t want to hate you. I don"t really."
"No more than I wish to hate you," he laughed. "But I will unless you send that Irish bounder about his business. Fancy you fetching a cad like that, Sibyl--dear!"
"But I didn"t," she protested. "It was he who fetched me. He would find Rosamond for me on no other terms. We came by train to Lisbon, you know.
And he never mentioned Funchal until we were on the steamer."
"He"s even more of a cad than I thought then."
"He"s in love with me," Sibylla said.
"And you have encouraged him. Good Lord!"
"For a purpose. Purely for a purpose."
"And after what he did--after that vile screed he published."
She colored softly. "Then you saw it?" she asked.
"It was sent to me in Scotland. Of course I knew it wasn"t true. I was tempted to horsewhip the beggar."
"But it was true," she declared boldly. "That was the worst of it."
And at that Carleigh sat suddenly upright, whereas he had been lounging.
"I never knew it. I never threw Rosamond over for it. You know that."
"That was its only inaccuracy. The prison part was quite true. Your wife"s father is still serving his sentence in the United States Federal Prison at Atlanta, Georgia."
"And you never told me! She never told me!" he cried reproachfully.
"It was a secret we thought buried. Why should we have dug it up?"
"Because I was marrying into the family. I was ent.i.tled to--"
"I had no intention of permitting you to marry into the family. You must grant I did all in my power to stop it. I even resorted to attracting you myself. I felt sure that my daughter would never marry a man who flirted with her mother. It was shameful perhaps, but I could not afford to be too discriminating."
"You had far better have told me," he protested.
"You mean that if you had known you would not have married?"
"No. I am not sure. But I should have had the chance to consider. Now it is too late."
Mrs. Veynol laughed ringingly.
"Not at all," she denied. "Marriage is the least irrevocable of steps.
Give my daughter the grounds and I promise you she will divorce you."
"I have messed things up," mused Carleigh dismally.
"You see, I"ve lost neither time nor effort to let you know," said Mrs.
Veynol. "As a gentleman, though, you will preserve my confidence. As a son-in-law I have told you what I could not even as a _futur_."
"But the whole world knows it," he retorted. "It has been published."
"And it has been denied--retracted with an apology--a very abject apology. Mr. O"Connor did it. He was most kind."
Carleigh fell to musing again. Finally he said: "What was your first husband"s name?"
"The same as always," she answered, smiling at his past tense. "He hasn"t changed it. It was only I that changed mine and Rosamond"s. His name is Ramsay--J. Sprague Ramsay."
"You divorced him before or after he went to prison?" Caryll asked.
"I divorced him _when_ he went to prison," was her precise answer. "Then I took back my maiden name, called my daughter Rosamond instead of Jane--she had been christened Jane Rosamond--and deserted the world that knew us for Cape Town, where I met Mr. Veynol and married him."
"You are an ambitious woman, Sibyl," observed her son-in-law thoughtfully.
"Yes, I am," she admitted candidly. "And, you see, my ambition runs higher than a mere baronet. Let the girl divorce you, and I"ll marry her to an earl."
"But I"m not going to let the girl divorce me." He had reached a decision. "I love her too much, and--" His eyes dwelt appraisingly for a moment on the woman beside him. In her dark, Spanish, almost gipsy way, she held a lure that for the susceptible Carleigh was well-nigh irresistible. "And," he added, "her mother is far too fascinating."
Mrs. Veynol laughed, but his flattery was not lost. "Kiss mother, son,"
she commanded and leaned toward him.
He glanced furtively from right to left. Not a soul was in sight. Then he took her in his arms and pressed her close, and the kiss was that of the night over again. If anything it was warmer.