The Tigress

Chapter 54

They were all gathered in the great hall for tea when she arrived, and her entrance was rather dramatic. She insisted that she should not be announced, but permitted to find her way in alone.

The black staghound, Tara, was with her, and at her command he preceded her, bounding into the group with Nina"s umbrella gripped in his lean jaws.

Every woman screamed, and every man who was not already standing sprang to his feet.

"G.o.d bless my soul!" cried the duke. "How did that beast get here? It"s Nina Darling"s. There isn"t another such in all England."

Lord Waltheof reached for the umbrella, which Tara gave up without protest, and turned with expectant gaze toward the door.



"It"s Mrs. Darling"s umbrella," said Wally, examining the initials on the silver-gilt handle. "She must be here."

The d.u.c.h.ess rose at that, and her gaze joined that of the hound. She and every one else had the same question in mind: "How will she look?" But there was a very trying delay before it was answered.

Nina came running in an instant later; but, to the dismay of the curious, she was thickly and closely veiled.

From this, of course, they drew their own conclusions, just as she wished them to. Every last one of them believed that her face was not fit to be seen.

Every man, without exception, was sorry--deeply sorry; and every woman, without exception, wasn"t. Nina"s beauty had always been a hard thing to combat.

For the d.u.c.h.ess"s kiss she lifted her veil the least bit and presented the extreme point of her chin. The d.u.c.h.ess, observing closely, noted that it was unmarred, and concluded that it was the only portion of her great-niece"s face that was.

"I have been perfectly brutal to all of you," Nina admitted gaily, "but when you hear my story I"m sure you"ll all forgive me."

It is hard for most women to forgive a pretty woman, but to forgive a pretty woman who has suddenly become ugly is not so difficult.

They--the women, that is--were disposed to overlook the poor creature"s rudeness. The men were always her slaves, so they didn"t count. It was the women she had appealed to, anyhow.

"Nina never is brutal," declared the duke. "I say, Doody, haven"t I always said--"

But no one was listening, not even the d.u.c.h.ess, who rarely failed to confirm him.

"I"ve had the most awful time with my burns," Nina was hurrying on; "and I hadn"t the heart to write letters, talk, or even see any one. I denied myself to everybody."

"Until you were quite all right again, I suppose?" ventured Lady Bellingdown in an effort to draw her.

"Until I got so desperately lonely--so hungry for the faces and voices of my own people--that I should have come to you even without any face at all."

It was an unfortunate choice of phrasing. Every one noticed it and thought of poor Darling. Every one, that is, except Nina herself, to whom the comparison never occurred. She was too occupied in thinking of how Charlotte Grey would look when she saw her without her veil.

"You needn"t mind us, of course," said Charlotte just at that minute.

"Oh, I don"t!" Nina came back. "I know you"ll overlook any blemishes."

"Indeed we will," agreed the duke; "we"re all so devilish glad to see you!" He put a hand under her elbow and whispered close to her ear.

"Come sit by me. There"s some very excellent seed-cake."

Then, laughing, Nina sat down with the duke on her right and Sir George Grey on the other side of her. The three ladies faced her directly. So did Lord Waltheof, who had his customary place behind Kitty Bellingdown"s chair.

A footman came in with the tea-things, and Nina glanced around inquiringly. "Isn"t Nibbetts here?" she asked, striving to make the question appear casual.

Everybody seemed to look at everybody else, and no one was in any haste to answer. Already the d.u.c.h.ess was busy with the cups and saucers.

"Nibbetts has gone to Scotland," Shucks finally told her.

"Is it possible he"s still running after his marmalade la.s.s?" she laughed. "You men do have odd tastes."

"Something wrong with Nibbetts--that"s a fact," declared his grace bluntly. "Does most unheard-of things."

"I don"t understand," she said, turning to him with sudden seriousness.

"What unheard-of things, for example?"

But here the d.u.c.h.ess intervened. "Do be still, Pucketts. You"re very hard on Nibbetts. You always were. He"s never been anything but eccentric. Why magnify a phase of it into something extraordinary?"

"Because it is extraordinary," the duke defended. "Fancy a man haunting the tiger-house at the Zoological Gardens day after day, and for hours at a stretch! It"s not sane, you know."

Nina bent her veiled face closer to him. "Does Hal Kneedrock do that?"

she asked.

"He did," was the answer. "I saw him there myself. Others saw him. I say, Doody, didn"t I see Nibbetts in the tiger-house?"

"I dare say you did," his wife confirmed. "But what of it?"

"It"s very odd, I say. Very odd. It looks like second childhood. The kiddies like to go to the tiger-house."

No one else said a word. But they all seemed most interested, in Nina especially.

"But now he"s gone to Scotland, you say?" she asked.

"Yes, to Scotland. Are there any zoological gardens in Scotland, I wonder? Doody, are there any zoological gardens in Scotland?"

"Nibbetts has gone to Dundee," the d.u.c.h.ess returned, pouring tea. "I don"t fancy he"ll be able to find any tigers there."

"There"s a girl there," said Nina. "He told me so. A girl and a parrot.

Can you imagine Nibbetts and a romance?" Her laugh rippled through her veil.

Sir George handed her her tea, and she lifted her veil to a point between her nose and her upper lip. The women stared, and so did the men. But there wasn"t a scar in sight.

"Do try the seed-cake," urged the duke. "I can recommend it. I can, really."

Nina tried it. A minute later her veil went to the bridge of her nose, which she brushed with a filmy speck of handkerchief.

They all gazed over their cups, and their eyes testified to their astonishment. Her cheeks were of rose-leaf texture, unmarred.

Then, quite casually, she put down her cup and saucer, lifted her arms, got busy with her hands, and--presto!--her hat and veil were off and her whole face bare to where her golden hair swept across her brow.

Charlotte Grey gasped. The d.u.c.h.ess and Lady Bellingdown were dumb.

"By gad!" exclaimed Waltheof in a fervor of astonished admiration.

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