As she handed him the bread and b.u.t.ter she said, "Should you eat b.u.t.ter, Freddy! Tell me the truth--are you not feeling so well to-day?
Has there been any return of the trouble?"
Freddy looked at her in astonishment. His thoughts were so far removed from his own health. If abstaining from the flesh of animals and the eating of fruit would ease his anxiety, he felt that for the rest of his life, he would never ask for any other food than watery arrowroot.
"I"m perfectly all right. That trouble"s quite gone--your care has done the trick. Thanks awfully."
"Then what is it, Freddy?" Meg laid her hand on his arm, her eyes held his. If he attempted to deny the fact that there was something on his mind, she knew that he knew that his eyes could not hide it from her.
"I am bothered about something, Meg. There"s an ugly report going about--I"ve made up my mind to tell you."
"Report about whom? You?" Meg"s eyes showed battle. The Lampton fighting instinct was roused.
"No, I wish it was about me--I"d soon settle it!" Freddy"s eyes were still searched by his sister"s.
"It"s about Michael," she said. She rose from her seat. "I have expected it. I knew it was coming."
"What?" Freddy looked at her in amazement. "You expected it?"
"I felt there was some trouble. I don"t know what--I can"t even guess--but I felt it was coming." She stood in front of her brother.
"Out with it, old boy! Tell me the worst at once. Is he dying? Has he been murdered? I can bear anything except suspense."
"It"s something uglier than death, Meg."
"Treachery?"
"Yes, treachery." Freddy thought that Meg meant treachery on her lover"s part. She had thought of treachery from enemies. Had some one forestalled Michael with the treasure?
He paused. What could he tell her next?
"Oh, go on!" Meg cried. "For heaven"s sake, don"t spare me! A woman can stand almost anything, Freddy, anything but uncertainty."
"Can she stand unfaithfulness, Meg, dishonour?" Freddy"s eyes dropped.
He could not inflict upon himself the pain which Meg"s trusting eyes would cause him.
A cry rang through the room. "No, not that, not that! Go on, go on--what more?" As she spoke, she threw up her head. "It"s a lie, Freddy, a hideous lie!"
"I"m afraid there must be some truth in the story, Meg." Freddy"s voice was terrible. It conveyed his reluctant, yet absolute, belief that her lover was guilty. Before he had finished speaking, another cry rang through the room. It startled Freddy with its intensity, its rage and independence.
"I tell you it"s a lie! It"s not true! And what"s more, until I hear it from his own lips, I will never believe a word of the scandal."
"Poor old chum!" Freddy tried to comfort her with the a.s.surance of his sympathy.
Meg flashed round upon him. "Don"t pity me! Don"t dare to pity me!
It"s all the basest treachery. I"ll have no pity. I don"t need it!"
Freddy was silent. It was like Meg not to cry or collapse, as most girls would have done. She was fighting splendidly for her man, whose honour was dearer to her than his life. He wished that Michael could have been there to see her, unworthy though he apparently was of such unwavering loyalty.
"What is this report?" she asked. Her cheeks were as white as a blanched almond; her eyes splendidly alight. The excitement of battle vitalized her. Margaret was beautiful in her wrath.
"I have heard it from several sources that Millicent Mervill joined Michael in the desert, that she now forms part of his camp, that she is, in fact, your lover"s mistress. I can"t have it, chum."
"It"s a lie! How can you believe it? A hideous, abominable lie! It"s contemptible of you to listen to it, to give it a moment"s consideration." She shivered. "Oh, these filthy native tongues!"
"I wish I could think so, Meg."
Meg swung round on him and for a moment he thought she was going to strike him.
"d.a.m.n you!" She flashed out the words just as he himself would have said them. "How dare you say so? He is your friend, he has been closer to you than a brother! He has no one to defend his name! You know that he would kill any man who attempted to slander you behind your back!"
Freddy did not resent her attack. She had done just what he would have done to any man who had reported any slander against her fair name.
"I know it"s awfully hard for you to believe it."
"I don"t believe it, Freddy, nor do you!"
"I told you I wished I didn"t. The evidence is too clear."
"You haven"t told me that you believe it is true. You can"t get beyond the fact that there"s ugly gossip going round and that I"m in love with him. If you thought this was your dying oath, that heaven depended upon the truth of your statement, can you say that in your soul you believe that Michael has taken this woman with him, that he is utterly treacherous and faithless? Does your unconquerable voice condemn him?"
Freddy thought for a moment. "It looks very black, Meg. The evidence is very convincing."
"Confound the evidence!" she said. "That is not an answer. I asked you, does your inner self, your super-man, believe absolutely in his guilt?" Meg was staring at him with hard, questioning eyes; all trace of her love for him had been driven out.
"Well no, if you put it like that, perhaps not. But I can"t have your name connected with these stories."
"My name?" she cried. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that our women have married straight, clean, honourable men."
"The Lamptons again!" she said. "Am I never to be free from tradition?
Just because I"m a Lampton, I am to behave in a mean, disloyal manner to the man I swore to trust? Do you suppose I"m going to? If you do, you"re much mistaken. In my own heart I"ve been Michael"s wife for weeks and weeks, so you needn"t imagine I"m going to divorce him."
"But I do, Meg." Freddy rose from the table. "Now, look here," he said, "try to speak dispa.s.sionately. How can I, as your sole male guardian, countenance an engagement between you and Michael while there is only too much ground for belief that this story is true? I"ve not only heard it from the natives."
"You"re wholly without reason. You just said you didn"t believe it!"
The words flashed from Meg"s lips like the fire from a gun.
"I find it hard to believe. One always wants to hear two sides of a story. If Michael can swear that it is not true----"
"There is only one side to this story--that it is a lie."
"Then why has this report been spread about? There is always some fire where there is smoke, even in Egypt."
"I don"t know, Freddy." Meg"s voice broke; something suddenly choked her.
"The story goes that they met as if by accident in the open desert.
Millicent had taken a splendid travelling equipment with her. She has made no secret of her love for Michael in the camp."