"Hang the thing! If you"d loved me, you"d have been ashamed to do it."
"I was ashamed without loving you, Cousin Harry."
"Oh, do drop "Cousin" Harry!"
"Well, I proposed to. But you wouldn"t." Her only refuge now was in quips and verbal victories. They served her well, for Harry, less master of himself than usual, was hindered and tripped up by them. "Still, if we ever meet again, I"ll say "Harry" if you like."
"Of course we shall meet again." She surprised that out of him.
"It"ll be so awkward for me now," she laughed lightly. But her mirth broke off suddenly as he came closer and stood over her.
"I could hate you for coming to me with that offer," he said.
Almost hating herself now, yet sorely wounded that he should think of hating her, she answered him in a fury.
"Well then, shouldn"t I hate you for giving me Blent? That was worse.
You could refuse, I couldn"t. I have it, I have to keep it." In her excitement she rose and faced him. "And because of you I can"t be happy!" she cried resentfully.
"I see! I ought to have drowned myself, instead of merely going away?
Oh, I know I owe the world at large apologies for my existence, and you in particular, of course! Unfortunately, though, I intend to go on existing; I even intend to live a life of my own--not the life of a hanger-on--if you"ll kindly allow me."
"Would any other man in the world talk like this after----?"
"Any man who had the sense to see what you"d done. I"m bound to be a nuisance to you anyhow. I should be least of a nuisance as your husband!
That was it. Oh, I"m past astonishment at you."
His words sounded savage, but it was not their fierceness that banished her mirth. It was the new light they threw on that impulse of hers. She could only fall back on her old recrimination.
"When you gave me Blent----"
"Hold your tongue about Blent," he commanded imperiously. "If it were mine again, and I came to you and said, "You"re on my conscience, you fret me, you worry me. Marry me, and I shall be more comfortable!" What then?"
"Why, it would be just like you to do it!" she cried in malicious triumph.
"The sort of thing runs in the family, then." She started at the plainness of his sneer. "Oh, yes, that was it. Well, what would your answer be? Shall I tell you? You"d ask the first man who came by to kick me out of the room. And you"d be right."
The truth of his words pierced her. She flushed red, but she was resolved to admit nothing. Before him, at any rate, she would cling to her case, to the view of her own action to which she stood committed. He at least should never know that now at last he had made her bitterly and horribly ashamed, with a shame not for what she had proposed to do herself, but for what she had dared to ask him to do. She saw the thing now as he saw it. Had his manner softened, had he made any appeal, had he not lashed her with the bitterest words he could find, she would have been in tears at his feet. But now she faced him so boldly that he took her flush to mean anger. He turned away from her and picked up his hat from the chair on which he had thrown it.
"Well, that"s all, isn"t it?" he asked.
Before she had time to answer, there was a cry from the doorway, full of astonishment, consternation, and (it must be added) outraged propriety.
For it was past two o"clock and Mina Zabriska, for all her freakishness, had been bred on strict lines of decorum. "Cecily!" she cried. "And you!" she added a moment later. They turned and saw her standing there in her dressing-gown, holding a candle. The sudden turn of events, the introduction of this new figure, the intrusion that seemed so absurd, overcame Cecily. She sank back in her chair, and laid her head on her hands on the table, laughing hysterically. Harry"s frown grew heavier.
"Oh, you"re there?" he said to Mina. "You"re in it too, I suppose? I"ve always had the misfortune to interest you, haven"t I? You wanted to turn me out first. Now you"re trying to put me in again, are you? Oh, you women, can"t you leave a man alone?"
"I don"t know what you"re talking about. And what are you doing here? Do you know it"s half-past two?"
"It would be all the same to me if it was half-past twenty-two," said Harry contemptuously.
"You"ve been with her all the time?"
"Oh, lord, yes. Are you the chaperon?" He laughed, as he unceremoniously clapped his hat on his head. "We"ve had an evening out, my cousin and I, and I saw her home. And now I"m going home. Nothing wrong, I hope, Madame Zabriska?"
Cecily raised her head; she was laughing still, with tears in her eyes.
Mina looked at her. Considerations of propriety fell into the background.
"But what"s it all about?" she cried.
"I"ll leave Cecily to tell you." He was quiet now, but with a vicious quietness. "I"ve been explaining that I have a preference for being left alone. Perhaps it may not be superfluous to mention the fact to you too, Madame Zabriska. My cab"s waiting. Good-night." He looked a moment at Cecily, and his eyes seemed to dwell a little longer than he had meant.
In a tone rather softer and more gentle he repeated, "Good-night."
Cecily sprang to her feet. "I shall remember!" she cried. "I shall remember! If ever--if ever the time comes, I shall remember!" Her voice was full of bitterness, her manner proudly defiant.
Harry hesitated a moment, then smiled grimly. "I shouldn"t be able to complain of that," he said, as he turned and went out to his cab.
Cecily threw herself into her chair again. The bewildered Imp stood staring at her.
"I didn"t know where you were," Mina complained.
"Oh, it doesn"t matter."
"Fancy being here with him at this time of night!"
Cecily gave no signs of hearing this superficial criticism on her conduct.
"You must tell me what it"s all about," Mina insisted.
Cecily raised her eyes with a weary air, as though she spoke of a distasteful subject unwillingly and to no good purpose.
"I went to tell him he could get Blent back by marrying me."
"Cecily!" Many emotions were packed into the cry. "What did he say?"
Cecily seemed to consider for a moment, then she answered slowly:
"Well, he very nearly beat me--and I rather wish he had," she said.
The net result of the day had distinctly not been to further certain schemes. All that had been achieved--and both of them had contributed to it--was an admirable example of the Tristram way.
XXI
THE PERSISTENCE OF BLENT