Lady Carey hesitated. The man was too honest to be able to lie like this, even in a good cause. She stood quite still for a moment thinking.
Several of her dearest friends had already told her that she was looking tired and ill this evening. At that moment she was positively haggard.
"I have been down at Ranelagh this afternoon," she said slowly, "and dining out, so I have not seen Lucille. She was complaining of a headache yesterday, but I quite thought that she was coming here. Have you seen the d.u.c.h.ess?"
He shook his head.
"No. There is such a crowd."
Lady Carey glanced towards her escort and turned away.
"I will try and find out what has become of her," she said. "Don"t go away yet."
She rejoined her escort.
"When we have found a table," she said, "I want you to keep my place for a few moments while I try and find some of my party."
They pa.s.sed into the supper-room, and appropriated a small table. Lady Carey left her partner, and made her way to the farther end of the apartment, where the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer was supping with half a dozen men and women. She touched him on the shoulder.
"I want to speak to you for a moment, Ferdinand," she whispered.
He rose at once, and she drew him a little apart.
"Brott is here," she said slowly.
"Brott here!" he repeated. "And Lucille?"
"He is asking for her--expected to find her here. He is downstairs now, looking the picture of misery."
He looked at her inquiringly. There was a curious steely light in her eyes, and she was showing her front teeth, which were a little prominent.
"Do you think," he asked, "that she has deceived us?"
"What else? Where are the Dorsets?"
"The d.u.c.h.ess is with the Earl of Condon, and some more people at the round table under the balcony."
"Give me your arm," she whispered. "We must go and ask her."
They crossed the room together. Lady Carey sank into a vacant chair by the side of the d.u.c.h.ess and talked for a few minutes to the people whom she knew. Then she turned and whispered in the d.u.c.h.ess"s ear.
"Where is Lucille?"
The d.u.c.h.ess looked at her with a meaning smile.
"How should I know? She left when we did."
"Alone?"
"Yes. It was all understood, wasn"t it?"
Lady Carey laughed unpleasantly.
"She has fooled us," she said. "Brott is here alone. Knows nothing of her."
The d.u.c.h.ess was puzzled.
"Well, I know nothing more than you do," she answered. "Are you sure the man is telling the truth?"
"Of course. He is the image of despair."
"I am sure she was in earnest," the d.u.c.h.ess said. "When I asked her whether she should come on here she laughed a little nervously, and said perhaps or something of that sort."
"The fool may have bungled it," Lady Carey said thoughtfully. "I will go back to him. There"s that idiot of a partner of mine. I must go and pretend to have some supper."
Captain Horton found his vis-a-vis a somewhat unsatisfactory companion.
She drank several gla.s.ses of champagne, ate scarcely anything, and rushed him away before he had taken the edge off his appet.i.te. He brought her to the d.u.c.h.ess and went back in a huff to finish his supper alone. Lady Carey went downstairs and discovered Mr. Brott, who had scarcely moved.
"Have you seen anything of her?" she asked.
He shook his head gloomily.
"No! It is too late for her to come now, isn"t it?"
"Take me somewhere where we can talk," she said abruptly. "One of those seats in the recess will do."
He obeyed her, and they found a retired corner. Lady Carey wasted no time in fencing.
"I am Lucille"s greatest friend, Mr. Brott, and her confidante," she said.
He nodded.
"So I have understood."
"She tells me everything."
He glanced towards her a little uneasily.
"That is comprehensive!" he remarked.
"It is true," she answered. "Lucille has told me a great deal about your friendship! Come, there is no use in our mincing words. Lucille has been badly treated years ago, and she has a perfect right to seek any consolation she may find. The old fashioned ideas, thank goodness, do not hold any longer amongst us. It is not necessary to tie yourself for life to a man in order to procure a little diversion."
"I will not pretend to misunderstand you, Lady Carey," he said gravely, "but I must decline to discuss the Countess of Radantz in connection with such matters."
"Oh, come!" she declared impatiently; "remember that I am her friend.
Yours is quite the proper att.i.tude, but with me it doesn"t matter. Now I am going to ask you a plain question. Had you any engagement with Lucille to-night?"
She watched him mercilessly. He was colouring like a boy. Lady Carey"s thin lips curled. She had no sympathy with such amateurish love-making.
Nevertheless, his embarra.s.sment was a great relief to her.