Sally Bishop Part 49
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"You've met his sister, Mrs. Durlacher--haven't you?" he asked presently.
She saw no motive in this. She felt thankful for it--glad to be able to say that she had.
"She was at Prince's the other day when I was there and she told me that Jack had taken you down to Apsley."
"Yes, I went down with him in April."
"Lovely place--isn't it?"
"Yes, I thought it was wonderful. Did Mrs. Durlacher talk to you about me at all?"
She could not hold herself from that curiosity. Into her voice she drilled all the orderliness of casual inquiry; but give way to it she must. Devenish thought of all the things that Traill's sister had said to him; he thought of the many others, far more potent, that she had left unsaid in the silent parenthesis of insinuation.
"She said how pretty she thought you were," he replied.
Had he thought that would please her? Scarcely. If he knew her mood at all, he must have realized that this was but the sponge of vinegar held to the lips, softened but little, if at all, with the gentle flavour of hyssop.
They had finished dinner now and were just sipping coffee preparatory to departure.
"Is that all she said?" Sally asked, imperturbably.
"Oh no, I'm sure it wasn't. But that girl--Miss Standish-Roe--who's gone with them to-night--she was there, and she kept on breaking into our conversation so that really I can't quite remember."
Had he watched Sally's face then, as closely as he had watched it all through dinner, he would have seen the colour of ashes that swept across it, tardily letting the blood drain back into her cheeks.
"Miss Standish-Roe?" she repeated, almost inaudibly.
"Yes--Coralie--she's the youngest daughter of old Sir Standish-Roe.
All the others have paired off. Didn't you know Jack was going with them to-night?"
"Not with her."
"By Jove--I'm sorry, then." He shrugged his shoulders to free himself from the sense of discomfort to his conscience. "I suppose I ought not to have mentioned it."
"Why not?"
It is hard to prevent a woman, in the stress of emotion, from becoming melodramatic. Tragedy twists her features, strikes unnatural lights in her eyes. She has but little understanding of the drama of reserve.
She acts with her heart, not with her brain--with her emotions, not with her intellect. In a moment of Tragedy, it is possible for a man to think consciously in his mind of the appearance he presents. With a woman that is impossible. Considerate at every other time of the impression which she gives, a woman, with the full light of emotion upon her, throws appearances to the winds. She will cry, though she knows there is nothing less prepossessing; she will distend nostrils, curl her lip with an ugly turn, fling herself utterly into the grip of the situation, and lose dignity in the tempest of her feelings, unless it be, as in some cases, that the imperiousness of anger should add a dignity to her stature.
So, in that moment, it became with Sally. From the instant that she knew there was another woman in Traill's life--and it needed even less than instinct to show her that this girl was trying to steal him from her--the whole flame of jealousy licked her with a burning tongue. Quiet, sensitive, tender-hearted little Sally Bishop blazed into a furnace of emotion. She did not even know that she was melodramatic; she did not stop to think what effect her expression or her action would have on this man beside her. When he questioned the advisability of having told her that which came so near to the whole system of her being, she let reserve go, and feelings--a pack of sensations unleashed--raced riot across her mind, twisting her childish face into a haggard distortion of jealousy.
"Why not?" she repeated under her breath--"Why shouldn't you have mentioned it? Did he tell you not to?"
Before him, within the next few moments, Devenish could see the rising of a storm, and so he set his sails, kept a clear head, talked gently, almost beneath his breath, as if the matter were not of the import she found it. The jealousy of women was not unknown to him.
He had met it often before; knew the tempest it called forth; had sailed through it himself with canvas close-reefed and tiller well-gripped in his hands. In Sally's eyes, as she branded her question on his mind, he could discern that unnatural glint which presages the driven action of a woman who is goaded to desperation.
For Traill's sake, for her sake also, for his own sake too, it was essential to keep a steady head--move warily and take no risks.
"Did he tell you not to?" she asked again, before the plan of action was settled in his mind.
"Not at all--of course not. Why should he? Besides, if he had, should I have spoken to you about it? I thought you knew."
"No--I didn't know. How old is she--this girl?"
"About twenty-one, I suppose. Twenty-two--twenty-one."
"Is she pretty?"
Devenish screwed up his lips--lifted his shoulders.
"Is she?" she reiterated.
"Many people might not think so."
"But you do?"
"Well--I suppose--well, she's not what you'd call plain."
"Ah, you won't tell me. She is pretty--very pretty. Is she fair?"
"Yes."
"Fairer than I am?"
"Well--she has red hair, you see."
"Is her father wealthy?"
"I shouldn't think so. Of course they're by no means poor."
"He's a knight--you said."
"He's Sir--he's a baronet."
"That means the t.i.tle's in the family."
"Exactly."
"Is she a nice girl? You know her--you said so."
"Oh yes, she's quite nice. Nothing very particular, nothing very wonderful."
She looked full to his eyes, her own starved for knowledge.
"You're not telling me the truth," she exclaimed suddenly. "You're telling me all lies. You're trying to save Jack. You know you've said too much in telling me that he was going with her to-night, now you're trying to smooth it over."
"My dear Miss Bishop--" He smiled amiably at her distress of mind--"Surely Jack can go with his sister and some other lady to a theatre without your being so unreasonably put out about it. You can't wish to tie him down."
"I don't wish to tie him down. That's the last thing I should dream of doing. But you know as well as I do that he hates that set in society, would never have gone near the house in Sloane Street if it had not been for his sister's unhappiness about her husband!"
Sally Bishop Part 49
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