"Have got him into the Chateaux country going on to Orange hope on hope ever--ALSTON."
And she knew that the fateful motor would inevitably find its way to the quay at Ma.r.s.eilles.
She had had no difficulty in persuading Claude to go. When Jernington had departed Claude felt as if a strong prop had suddenly been knocked from under him, as if he might collapse. He could not work. Yet he felt as if in the little house which had seen his work he could not rest.
"Go away," Charmian said to him. "Take a couple of weeks" complete holiday."
"Where shall we go?"
"But I am not going."
He looked surprised. But she noticed that he did not look displeased.
Nevertheless, thinking of the future and remembering Alston Lake"s advice, she continued:
"You need a complete change of people as well as of place. Is there anyone left in Algiers?"
"If you don"t come," he interrupted her quickly, "I"d much rather go quite alone. It will rest me much more."
She saw by the look in his eyes that this sudden prospect of loneliness appealed to him strongly. He moved his shoulders, stretched out his arms.
"Yes, it will do me good. You are right, Charmian. It is sweet of you to think for me as you do."
And he bent down and kissed her.
Then he hurried to his room, packed a very small trunk, and took the first train, as she had suggested, to Hammam R"rirha.
"If you move from there mind you let me know your address," she said, as he was starting.
"Of course."
"I want always to know just where you are."
"Of course I shall let you know. But I think I shall stay quietly at Hammam R"rirha."
Charmian had been alone for five days when another telegram came:
"Starting to-morrow for Algiers by the _Timgad_ Hurrah--ALSTON."
She read that telegram again and again. She even read it aloud. Then she hurried to her room to get her copy of the libretto. Two days and they would be here! Her heart danced, sang. Everything was going well, more than well. The omens were good. She saw in them a tendency. Success was in the air. She did not doubt, she would not doubt, that Crayford"s coming meant his eventual acceptance of the opera. The combination of Alston and herself was a strong one. They knew their own minds; they were both enthusiasts; they both had strong wills. Crayford was devoted to his protege, and he admired her. She had seen admiration in his eyes the first time they had looked at her. Madame Sennier had surely never worked for her husband more strenuously and more effectively than she, Charmian, had worked for Claude; and she would work more strenuously, more effectively, during the next few days. The libretto! She s.n.a.t.c.hed it up and sat down once more to study it. But she could not sit still, and she took it down with her into the garden. There she paced up and down, reading it aloud, reciting the strongest pa.s.sages in it without looking at the words. She nearly knew the whole of it by heart.
When the day came on which the _Timgad_ was due she was in a fever of excitement. She went about the little house re-arranging the furniture, putting flowers in all the vases. Of course Mr. Crayford and Alston would stay at a hotel. But no doubt they would spend a good deal of time at the villa. She would insist on their dining with her that night.
"Jeanne! Jeanne!"
She hurried toward the kitchen. It occurred to her that she was not supposed to know that the two men were coming. Oh, but of course, when he found them there, Claude would understand that naturally Alston had telegraphed from Ma.r.s.eilles. So she took "La Grande Jeanne" into her confidence without a scruple. They must have a perfect little dinner, a dinner for three such as had never yet been prepared in Mustapha!
She and Jeanne were together for more than an hour. Afterward she went out to watch for the steamer from a point of vantage on the Boulevard Bleu. Just after one o"clock she saw it gliding toward the harbor over the gla.s.sy sea. Then she went slowly home in the glaring heat, rested, put on a white gown, very simple but quite charming, and a large white hat, and went out into the Arab court with a book to await their arrival.
It was half-past four when a sound struck on her ears, a loud and trembling chord, a buzz, the rattle of a "cut-out." The blessed noises drew near. They were certainly in the little by-road which led to the house. They ceased. She did not move, but sat where she was with a fast-beating heart.
"Well, this is a cute little snuggery and no mistake!"
It was Crayford"s voice in the court of the bougainvillea.
She bent her head and pored over her book. In a moment Alston Lake"s voice said, in French:
"In the garden! No, don"t call her, Bibi, we will find her!"
"Look well on the stage that boy!" said Crayford"s voice. "No mistake at all about its being picturesque over here."
Then the two men came in sight in the sunshine. Instantly Alston said, as he took off his Panama hat:
"You got my wire from Ma.r.s.eilles, Mrs. Charmian?"
"Oh, yes, I was expecting you! But I didn"t know when. Mr. Crayford, how kind of you to come over here in September! No one ever does."
She had got up rather languidly and was holding out her hand.
"Guess it"s the proper time to come," said Crayford, squeezing her hand with his dried-up palm. "See a bit of the real thing! I don"t believe in tourist seasons at all. Tourists always choose the wrong time, seems to me."
By the look in his eyes as he glanced around him Charmian saw that he was under the spell of Djenan-el-Maqui.
"You must have tea, iced drinks, whatever you like," she said. "I"m all alone--as you see."
"What"s that?" said Crayford.
"My husband is away."
Crayford"s lips pursed themselves. For a moment he looked like a man who finds he has been "had." In that moment Charmian knew that his real reason in "running over" to North Africa had certainly been the opera.
She did not suppose he had acknowledged this to Lake, or ever would acknowledge it to anyone. But she was quite certain of it.
"Gone to England?" asked Crayford, carelessly.
"Oh, no. He"s been working too hard, and run away by himself for a little holiday to a place near here, Hammam R"rirha. He"ll be sorry to miss you. I know how busy you always are, so I suppose you"ll only stay a day or two."
Crayford"s keen eyes suddenly fastened upon her.
"Yes, I haven"t too much time," he remarked drily.
They all sat down, and again Crayford looked around, stretching out his short and muscular legs.
"Cute, and no mistake!" he observed, with a sigh, as he pulled at the tiny beard. "Think of living here now! Pity I"m not a composer, eh, Alston?"
He ended with a laugh.
"And what"s your husband been up to, Mrs. Heath?" he continued, settling himself more comfortably in his big chair, and pushing his white Homburg hat backward to leave his brown forehead bare to a tiny breeze which spoke softly, very gently, of the sea. "You"ve been over here for a big bunch of Sundays, Alston tells me, week-days too."
"Oh--" She seemed to be hesitating.