"Dash it all, don"t rub things in," Severance begged. "I didn"t know how bad it would be----"
"I half thought you _might_ spring up!" the girl confessed.
"If I had, what would you have done?"
"I--don"t know."
"It would have made matters worse for the future--more difficult all round," Tony said. "That thought held me back. But, Marise, it was cruel to spring this surprise on me."
"It doesn"t seem to have been a surprise," she reminded him. "How _did_ you know about it--the church, and everything?"
"A little bird told me. Why did you want to hurt me so?"
Marise shrugged her shoulders. "You had hurt me--almost to death. I _had_ to strike back! But let"s not talk of it any more. The thing"s done--and can"t be undone."
"It can, and will be, before long, please Heaven!"
The girl laughed. "Please _Heaven_?" And she was glad when Pobbles broke in, Mums at his side.
"My dear young lady, Garth confided in me (am I not his Colonel, which is much the same as a father confessor?) that this--er--this little show had been got up in a hurry for one reason or other. I"m pleased and honoured to be in at the dea--I mean the birth--er--you _know_ what I mean! And I"d be still more pleased if--er--couldn"t we--I--invite you all to some sort of blow-out? My wife----"
"Sweet of you, Lord Pobblebrook!" cut in Mrs. Sorel. "But if there"d been time for any sort of rejoicing, any little feast, I should be giving it and asking Lady Pobblebrook and yourself to join us. But I suppose Major Garth can"t quite have made it clear to you that he is called away suddenly--on a sort of _mission_. That"s why the marriage was so rushed. He has to go at once, so he wanted to be married first, and----"
"Take my wife with me," explained Garth.
His mother-in-law of ten minutes stared at him with the eyes of a cold, boiled fish.
"Of course--yes--that"s what he _wanted_," she smiled to Pobbles. "What a pity it can"t be! My daughter, Lord Pobblebrook, is a servant of the public, you know. She has to obey them, marriage or no marriage. And they want her in New York."
"Not as much as I want her out West," said Garth. He smiled again--that same queer smile with the same unreadable look in his eyes, though this time both were for Mums.
The indignant lady turned to Marise, in case there were some plot against her; but the girl gave a very slight shake of her head. Light came back to Mrs. Sorel"s eyes. She ought to be able to trust her own daughter!
"I took the liberty of ordering lunch for four at the Ritz after I met my Colonel in the hall of the Belmore," said Garth. "I stopped on the way there, to buy the ring. But"--and he eyed Severance coolly--"there will be room to have a fifth plate laid, if--er----"
"Oh!" thought Marise. "Not so much Cave Man, after all, as the Strong, Silent Man! All right! I know _that_ kind from A to Z. And I dare say it"s just as easy to be a Strong, Silent Girl as to be a Cave Girl, if once you begin properly."
Her sense of adventure woke again as she waited to hear Tony"s answer.
CHAPTER XVII
THE SPEAKING-TUBE
Severance accepted the invitation to the Ritz. His princ.i.p.al reason for doing so was because he knew it would enrage Garth.
It was a strange and strained luncheon, for those present (with the exception of "Pobbles") talked very little and thought so much that it seemed to each one as if his or her thoughts shrieked aloud or shot from the head in streaks of blue lightning.
Marise thought, "What comes next? What does _He_ mean to do?" And "He,"
with a capital "H," was no longer Severance, but this stranger, Garth.
Mrs. Sorel thought, "How _are_ we going to get rid of the man? I"m sure he means mischief. Shall I appeal to Lord Severance, or would that make matters worse?"
Severance thought, "How am I to get some time alone with Marise, and come to an understanding before I sail to-morrow morning? How are we to arrange about our _letters and cables_?"
And Garth thought, "What will She say when she finds out what I"ve arranged at the Plaza?"
As for Lord Pobblebrook, he had only vague, pleasant thoughts such as men of his type do have at a wedding luncheon with plenty of champagne.
It was a very good luncheon, for they do things well at the Ritz, and the champagne was a last song of glory before America went "dry."
At last, when Severance had to give up hope of a whispered word with Marise, he was obliged to declare his hand. "I"ll call at the theatre to-night to say good-bye if you don"t mind," he announced aloud, with a casual air. "I suppose you won"t hand things over to your understudy, in spite of what"s happened to-day?"
"I shall play to-night, of course," said Marise.
"And every night," added Mums.
Silence followed her words.
"Won"t you come back to the Plaza with us, Lord Pobblebrook?" asked Mrs.
Sorel. "If you have never been there, I"d like you to see what a charming hotel it is. Next time you run over from dear England, you might like to try it for yourself. Major Garth, I"m sorry to say, is obliged to attend to business this afternoon--business concerned with his _mission_, so unfortunately--unless you"ll go with us--my daughter and I will be obliged to taxi back alone."
"Of course I"ll come, with pleasure!" heartily consented Pobbles.
"My business doesn"t begin quite so early," said Garth. "If you"ll drive with Mrs. Sorel, sir, I"ll take my wife as far as the Plaza."
If Mums could have stabbed her son-in-law, not fatally but painfully, with a stiletto-flash from her eyes, it would have given her infinite satisfaction to do so. As she could not, she had to confess herself worsted for the moment; for Lord Pobblebrook was the Colonel of Lord Severance as well as of Major Garth; and it was for such as he that the conventional farce of this wedding had taken place. He must not be allowed to suspect that anything was wrong, or Tony"s whole elaborate scheme might be wrecked. It was most probable that Lord Pobblebrook and Mr. Ionides belonged to some of the same London clubs and met now and then.
Marise was oddly dazed at finding herself alone in a taxi with Garth, bound for the Plaza Hotel, which she thought of as "home." She had expected that Tony or Mums would succeed in rescuing her, but neither had risen to the occasion: and the girl realised that this lack of initiative on their part was due to the presence of Pobbles. She hardly knew whether to be more vexed or amused at Garth"s triumph (she supposed that he considered it such); but her lips twitched with that fatal sense of humour which Mums so disapproved.
"It is rather funny, isn"t it?" said her companion.
Marise stiffened. This was a critical moment. Much depended upon the start she made on stepping over the threshold of this strange situation.
She must be careful to keep the whip hand.
"What I was laughing at is funny, in a way," she grudged. "It occurred to me that it was smart of you to bring your Colonel to--to--the--er----"
"Show," suggested Garth.
"If you like to call it that."
"I thought the word pretty well described it from your point of view,"
explained Garth.
Marise looked straight at him.