"Ah, you haven"t forgotten the name. I had. But what centuries ago all that seems."
"Does it?"
"To me, oh, centuries!" she exclaimed, vehemently.
Houston"s eyes narrowed, as if he were seeking to bring that far-off scene into focus with the present.
"I oughtn"t to have reminded you of it," said Dorothy, lightly. "It was tactless of me."
"Not at all," said Houston. "Besides, contemporary with that there are many pleasant hours to remember" ... he hesitated for a second and blew out the end of the sentence in a puff of cigarette smoke ... "with you."
"Yes, I have often wondered why you were so kind to me. I think I must have been very tiresome in those days."
"On the contrary, you were the loveliest girl in London."
"Girl," Dorothy half sighed.
"Come, my dear Lady Clarehaven." Was he mocking her with the t.i.tle? "My dear Lady Clarehaven," he repeated, with the least trace of emphasis upon the conventional epithet. "You don"t expect me to be so bold as to say what you are now?"
For one moment he opened wide his dark eyes, and in that moment Dorothy decided that the party on the yacht should include the dowager and Bella. Simultaneously with this decision she was saying, with a laugh of affected dismay, "Oh no, please, Mr. Houston."
Tony was not at first in favor of the proposed trip, and pleaded that he wanted to see how his yearlings wintered; but Houston insisted that Starkey would look after them better without being worried by the owner.
Then Tony urged the claims of pheasants. He had neglected his pheasants of late, and it would be a pity to let the Clare coverts alone for another year.
"Besides, I ought to look after the property," he added.
Dorothy had heard this declaration of duty urged too often to be taken in by it any longer. A week in Devonshire would cure Tony of a landowner"s anxiety whether about his pheasants or his peasants; after that he would discover in his bland way that London was more convenient than the country.
"You can get plenty of shooting in the Mediterranean," said Houston.
"There"s a desert island in the aegean with mouflon that n.o.body ever succeeds in getting."
"What? I"ll bet you two hundred to one in sovereigns that I bag a couple," Tony cried.
"I won"t bet, because you"ll lose your money. A friend of mine lay off for a week of fine weather--that"s a rare occurrence in those waters--lost nearly a stone climbing the rocks, and at the end of it came away without hitting one."
"Ridiculous," Tony scoffed. "What gun did he use?"
"Don"t ask me," laughed Houston. "All I know is he was a first-cla.s.s shot, and if he couldn"t succeed I don"t believe anybody can."
"That"s rot," Tony declared, angrily. "When are we going to start?"
"She"s in commission and now lying at Plymouth, which will save your mother a long journey by train."
"My mother?" Tony echoed, in astonishment.
Dorothy revealed her plan for inviting the dowager and Bella, and Tony was so anxious to prove he was right about the mouflon that he made no objections.
"Then," Dorothy continued, "I thought Harry Tufton had better be asked.
He"ll be so good at buying souvenirs in port. Your mother is sure to want souvenirs, and you"d hate to scour round for them yourself."
"I suppose Lonnie couldn"t come," Tony suggested.
Houston knitted his brows, but said hurriedly that Lonsdale would be an ideal pa.s.senger for a cruise. Dorothy did not like to oppose the suggestion; yet she was relieved when Lonsdale replied that, having luckily arrived on this earth many years after the Flood, he did not propose to slight dry land. "Sea-trips," he wrote, "beginning with the Ark"s have always been crowded and unpleasant. Besides, I"m learning to fly."
"Silly a.s.s!" said Tony, tearing up the note.
The dowager was rather fluttered by the notion of a cruise in a yacht.
Her knowledge of the sea was chiefly derived from Lady Bra.s.sey"s journal of a voyage in the _Sunbeam_, the continual references of which to seasickness were not encouraging. Bella, who since Connie"s marriage had taken to writing short stories, was as eager for local color as a child for a box of paints, and her enthusiasm at the idea of visiting the cla.s.sic sea was so loudly expressed that the dowager had not the heart to disappoint her. She did, however, make one stipulation that surprised her daughter-in-law.
"If I go," she said, "you must promise me to invite one of your sisters.
Now please, Dorothy, listen to me. You owe it to them. Of course, I should like you to invite them all and your mother, who could talk to me while you were all climbing volcanoes and searching for the ruins of Carthage; but I dare say Mr. Houston won"t have room. However, one of them you must invite."
And then suddenly the dowager"s suggestion seemed to provide a perfect solution of a problem that had been vexing Dorothy. In thinking over Houston"s att.i.tude she had been forced to explain it by the existence of something like a tender feeling for herself. To speak of tenderness in connection with him seemed absurd; but she was beginning to fancy that perhaps in the old days he had in his heart all the time wanted her for himself. If that were so, he had certainly behaved very well both now and then. No doubt he had realized that so long as her marriage with Clarehaven was attainable he stood no chance; but if that should have definitely come to nothing, he must have intended to ask her to marry him. It was with that idea he had helped her with investments, had avoided the least hint of an ulterior motive, and had always treated her so irreproachably. If he had concealed his love so carefully in the past, it was not ridiculous to suppose that he might be in love with her now. The other day he had been on the verge of saying something much more intimate than anything in the most intimate conversation they had ever had together. Perhaps he fancied that she and Tony were nothing to each other now--alas! with gambling as his ruling pa.s.sion Tony might have given Houston some reason to suppose that she no longer stood where she used to stand in his eyes--or perhaps with a real chivalry he had perceived the dangerous course that Tony was taking and wished to save her without obtruding himself too much. Poor ugly man, with all his wealth he was a pathetic figure. He would suffer when he saw how devoted she was to Tony; she had made up her mind to charm Tony back to his old adoration of herself; this cruise might be her last opportunity.
Then why not ask one of her sisters? Such a sister, reflecting if somewhat faintly her own glories, might console Houston for an eternal impossibility. In that case she must invite the eldest now at home, and with her roses and rich brown hair might serve as a subst.i.tute for herself.
"Of course she hasn"t my personality," Dorothy admitted. "And she hasn"t my brown eyes. But she is beautiful, and what an excellent thing it would be if Houston should marry her. Jews have such a sense of family duty."
With the inclusion of Agnes the party was complete, and in the middle of November _The Whirligig_ left Plymouth for the Mediterranean. Tony"s astonishment at the production of this beautiful sister-in-law was laughable; but if heavy weather in the Bay of Biscay had not blanched most of her roses, while Dorothy"s own throve in the fierce Atlantic airs, that astonishment might have turned to something less laughable.
Houston, indeed, did ask Dorothy once in an undertone if it was not rather imprudent of her deliberately to create a rival for herself; but by the time the yacht had rounded Cape St. Vincent and was lying at ease in the harbor of Cadiz Tony was nearly as much his wife"s slave as he was in the first days of their marriage. Dorothy, who had felt a momentary qualm about the success of her project when she saw the effect of Agnes"s fair form of England against this pa.s.sionate beauty of the south, decided that, on the contrary, it would be this very effect that would impress Houston much more than Tony. So far as mortal women are concerned, she had never had to bother much about Tony except when she herself had been cold with him. The fickle G.o.ddess of fortune was her only rival; but on board _The Whirligig_ he seemed out of reach of temptation by her. Yes, the party was well chosen. Tufton by this time had recovered sufficiently from the heavy seas to help the dowager obtain her souvenirs of the various ports at which they called, and she at last forgave him for his advice about the pergola; Bella, inspired by a visit to Fielding"s tomb at Lisbon, which was the first a.s.surance she had received that England even existed since the Lizard Light had dropped below the horizon, was much occupied with a diary of her impressions; Tony was occupied by herself; and what should Houston do except occupy himself with Agnes? At the same time Dorothy had her doubts. Whenever she was sitting quietly with Tony in some snug windless corner of the yacht their host would always find an excuse to intervene.
After Cadiz they called at Malaga, Cartagena, and Alicante, whence by Valencia and Barcelona they were to sail by the sh.o.r.es of France toward the lights of Monte Carlo, which Houston now wanted to visit, although in London he had said that nothing should induce him to take the yacht there. Tony unexpectedly argued against a visit to Monte Carlo, and was only eager to attack the mouflon on that inaccessible aegean isle. So the yacht"s course was set eastward from Alicante.
"Why did you change your mind about Monte Carlo?" Dorothy asked Houston.
"Isn"t it fairly obvious?"
She thought he was going to seize her hand and plunge headlong into a declaration of pa.s.sion; but he turned away quickly and called her attention to the view. They were pa.s.sing the southern sh.o.r.es of Formentera, so close that upon the sandy beach flamingos preening their wings in the sunset were plainly visible. The yacht called at Cagliari and Palermo, visited the Ionian islands, and reached the aegean by way of the Corinth ca.n.a.l. The bet about the mouflon had to be canceled in the end, because the sea was never sufficiently calm to allow a boat to be lowered off Antaphros, and was still less likely to remain calm long enough for a boat to leave the deserted island again. They made several attempts to land, sailing there from their headquarters at Aphros, the white houses of which, stained with the purple Bougainvillea and mirrored in the calm waters of the harbor, seemed eternally to promise fine weather. Luckily the island also offered sufficient entertainment to compensate Tony for the loss of the mouflon; there was a club of which many rich ship-owners were members, where high play at ecarte was the rule, and Tony, with the good luck that often attends strangers, repaid his hosts by winning from them nearly twenty thousand drachmas.
The war in the Balkans made it difficult for the yacht to visit Constantinople, which was her original destination; and it was decided to subst.i.tute Alexandria and allow the members of the party to spend a few days in Cairo; from Egypt they would cruise along the coast of Syria, turn westward again by Cyprus and Rhodes, and with luck land a boat at Antaphros on the journey home, for Tony still regretted those mouflon.
Agnes would probably have found her stay in Aphros romantic enough at any time; but now with the supreme romance of war added and with handsome young Aphriotes going north upon their country"s business by every steamer, she wished no higher ecstasy from this wonderful voyage.
Agnes had enjoyed a great success on the island, where she had taught the young men and maidens to dance whatever ragtime was then the mode in West Kensington; where with them, when the dancing was done, she had climbed to the ruined temple of Aphrodite on the heights above the town and sat beneath a waning semilune that emptied her silver upon the bare and rounded hills, upon the sea, and upon a necklace of sapphire islands, past which the troopship now winking in the harbor below would sail at dawn. Like father, like son, even love shoots more arrows than usual in time of war. Agnes did not think that Egypt or Palestine could offer better than this, and when the parents of her new friends Antonia and Ariadne Venieris invited her to stay with them in their ancient house until the yacht came back, she begged her sister to make it easy for her to accept this invitation. Dorothy saw no reason to refuse, and they sailed away without her.
Three weeks later, when the yacht reached Rhodes, Dorothy found a letter from Madame Venieris awaiting her arrival, in which she announced that Agnes had married a young lieutenant called Sommaripa; she did not know what Lady Clarehaven would think of her; she did not know how to make her excuses; but at least she could a.s.sure Lady Clarehaven that the bridegroom, who was now in Thrace, was an excellent young man, an orphan with plenty of money and well regarded at court. Meanwhile, the bride must be her guest until peace was signed and her husband was released from service.
Agnes herself wrote as follows:
APHROS,
_January 19, 1913._
MY DEAR DOODLES,--I suppose you"re awfully fed up with me; but he is such a perfect darling and so frightfully good-looking. He owns a lot of land and a castle in Aphros that belonged to the Venetians. His ancestors were Dukes of Aphros. He"s an orphan and his name is--don"t laugh--Phragkiskos (Francis!) Sommaripa. I shouldn"t have married in such a tearing hurry if he hadn"t been going to the front. I"m writing to mother and father, etc. I suppose they"ll have fits; but I really don"t believe there is such a place as Lonsdale Road any more. He told me I was another Aphrodite risen from the foam. Aphros is Greek for foam. I dare say it sounds rather exaggerated when written down, but when he said it with his foreign accent I collapsed in his arms. Oh, my dear, don"t be cross when you come back with the yacht. Love to everybody on board.
Your loving sister, AGNES SOMMARIPA.
The news of her sister"s escapade--well, it was something more than an escapade--affected Dorothy with a jealousy that she recognized for what it was in time to prevent herself from betraying the emotion she felt; so eager, indeed, was she to hide it that she proclaimed her approval of what Agnes had done, and so emphatically that the dowager was much agitated lest Bella should follow her example; but Bella did nothing more alarming than to sit down forthwith in the saloon and begin a very pa.s.sionate and romantic story founded upon fact and drenched in local color.
Meanwhile, the Italian governor of Rhodes was taking steps to a.s.sure himself that _The Whirligig_ was not a Greek war-ship with evil designs upon the Turkish population, which he was petting as a nurse pets a child she has lately had the gratification of smacking. As soon as the police spies guaranteed the harmlessness of the yacht the governor was hospitable and invited the members of the party to shoot the red-legged partridges and woodc.o.c.k upon the Rhodian uplands. Tony, Bella, and Tufton accepted the invitation; the dowager, fearful lest Bella should envy the repose of some fascinating Turk"s harem in the interior, accompanied them in the motor-car as far as the road permitted, where she alighted and pa.s.sed the time in picking the red and purple anemones that blew in myriads all around, until the sportsmen had killed enough birds and were ready for lunch.