Lady Rose's Daughter Part 21
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The man considered.
"I don't think there could be anything heard up-stairs, miss. I should, of course, warn her grace that her ladys.h.i.+p was ill."
"Well, then, Hutton, please ask her to come in," said Miss Le Breton, hurriedly. "And, Hutton, Dr. Meredith and Mr. Montresor, you know how disappointed they'll be not to find Lady Henry at home?"
"Yes, miss. They'll want to know how her ladys.h.i.+p is, no doubt. I'll tell them you're in the library. And Captain Warkworth, miss?--he's never missed a Wednesday evening for weeks."
"Oh, well, if he comes--you must judge for yourself, Hutton," said Miss Le Breton, occupying herself with the electric switches. "I should like to tell them all--the old friends--how Lady Henry is."
The butler's face was respectful discretion itself.
"Of course, miss. And shall I bring tea and coffee?"
"Oh no," said Miss Le Breton, hastily; and then, after reflection, "Well, have it ready; but I don't suppose anybody will ask for it. Is there a good fire in the library?"
"Oh yes, miss. I thought you would be coming down there again. Shall I take some of these flowers down? The room looks rather bare, if anybody's coming in."
Julie colored a little.
"Well, you might--not many. And, Hutton, you're sure we can't disturb Lady Henry?"
Hutton's expression was not wholly confident.
"Her ladys.h.i.+p's very quick of hearing, miss. But I'll shut those doors at the foot of the back stairs, and I'll ask every one to come in quietly."
"Thank you, Hutton--thank you. That'll be very good of you. And, Hutton--"
"Yes, miss." The man paused with a large vase of white arums in his hand.
"You'll say a word to Dixon, won't you? If anybody comes in, there'll be no need to trouble Lady Henry about it. I can tell her to-morrow."
"Very good, miss. Dixon will be down to her supper presently."
The butler departed. Julie was left alone in the now darkened room, lighted only by one lamp and the bright glow of the fire. She caught her breath--suddenly struck with the audacity of what she had been doing.
Eight or ten of these people certainly would come in--eight or ten of Lady Henry's "intimates." If Lady Henry discovered it--after this precarious truce between them had just been patched up!
Julie made a step towards the door as though to recall the butler, then stopped herself. The thought that in an hour's time Harry Warkworth might be within a few yards of her, and she not permitted to see him, worked intolerably in heart and brain, dulling the shrewd intelligence by which she was ordinarily governed. She was conscious, indeed, of some profound inner change. Life had been difficult enough before the d.u.c.h.ess had said those few words to her. But since!
Suppose he had deceived her at Lady Hubert's party! Through all her mounting pa.s.sion her acute sense of character did not fail her. She secretly knew that it was quite possible he had deceived her. But the knowledge merely added to the sense of danger which, in this case, was one of the elements of pa.s.sion itself.
"He must have money--of course he must have money," she was saying, feverishly, to herself. "But I'll find ways. Why should he marry yet--for years? It would be only hampering him."
Again she paused before the mirrored wall; and again imagination evoked upon the gla.s.s the same white and threatening image--her own near kinswoman--the child of her mother's sister! How strange! Where was the little gossamer creature now--in what safe haven of money and family affection, and all the spoiling that money brings? From the climbing paths of her own difficult and personal struggle Julie Le Breton looked down with sore contempt on such a degenerate ease of circ.u.mstance. She had heard it said that the mother and daughter were lingering abroad for a time on their way home from India. Yet was the girl all the while pining for England, thinking not of her garden, her horse, her pets, but only of this slim young soldier who in a few minutes, perhaps, would knock at Lady Henry's door, in quest of Aileen Moffatt's unknown, unguessed-of cousin? These thoughts sent wild combative thrills through Julie's pulses. She turned to one of the old French clocks. How much longer now--till he came?
"Her ladys.h.i.+p would like to see you, miss."
The voice was Dixon's, and Julie turned hurriedly, recalling all her self-possession. She climbed some steep stairs, still unmodernized, to Lady Henry's floor. That lady slept at the back of the house, so as to be out of noise. Her room was an old-fas.h.i.+oned apartment, furnished about the year Queen Victoria came to the throne, with furniture, chintzes, and carpet of the most approved early Victorian pattern. What had been ugly then was dingy now; and its strong mistress, who had known so well how to a.s.similate and guard the fine decorations and n.o.ble pictures of the drawing-rooms, would not have a thing in it touched. "It suits me," she would say, impatiently, when her stout sister-in-law pleaded placidly for white paint and bright colors. "If it's ugly, so am I."
Fierce, certainly, and forbidding she was on this February evening. She lay high on her pillow, tormented by her chronic bronchitis and by rheumatic pain, her brows drawn together, her vigorous hands clasped before her in an evident tension, as though she only restrained herself with difficulty from defying maid, doctor, and her own sense of prudence.
"Well, you have dressed?" she said, sharply, as Julie Le Breton entered her room.
"I did not get your message till I had finished dinner. And I dressed before dinner."
Lady Henry looked her up and down, like a cat ready to pounce.
"You didn't bring me those letters to sign?"
"No, I thought you were not fit for it."
"I said they were to go to-night. Kindly bring them at once."
Julie brought them. With groans and flinchings that she could not repress, Lady Henry read and signed them. Then she demanded to be read to. Julie sat down, trembling. How fast the hands of Lady Henry's clock were moving on!
Mercifully, Lady Henry was already somewhat sleepy, partly from weakness, partly from a dose of bromide.
"I hear nothing," she said, putting out an impatient hand. "You should raise your voice. I didn't mean you to shout, of course. Thank you--that'll do. Good-night. Tell Hutton to keep the house as quiet as he can. People must knock and ring, I suppose; but if all the doors are properly shut it oughtn't to bother me. Are you going to bed?"
"I shall sit up a little to write some letters. But--I sha'n't be late."
"Why should you be late?" said Lady Henry, tartly, as she turned away.
Julie made her way down-stairs with a beating heart. All the doors were carefully shut behind her. When she reached the hall it was already half-past ten o'clock. She hurried to the library, the large panelled room behind the dining-room. How bright Hutton had made it look! Up shot her spirits. With a gay and dancing step she went from chair to chair, arranging everything instinctively as she was accustomed to do in the drawing-room. She made the flowers less stiff; she put on another light; she drew one table forward and pushed its fellow back against the wall.
What a charming old room, after all! What a pity Lady Henry so seldom used it! It was panelled in dark oak, while the drawing-room was white.
But the pictures, of which there were two or three, looked even better here than up-stairs. That beautiful Lawrence--a "red boy" in gleaming satin--that pair of Hoppners, fine studies in blue, why, who had ever seen them before? And another light or two would show them still better.
A loud knock and ring. Julie held her breath. Ah! A distant voice in the hall. She moved to the fire, and stood quietly reading an evening paper.
"Captain Warkworth would be glad if you would see him for a few minutes, miss. He would like to ask you himself about her ladys.h.i.+p."
"Please ask him to come in, Hutton."
Hutton effaced himself, and the young man entered, Then Julie raised her voice.
"Remember, please, Hutton, that I _particularly_ want to see the d.u.c.h.ess."
Hutton bowed and retired. Warkworth came forward.
"What luck to find you like this!"
He threw her one look--Julie knew it to be a look of scrutiny--and then, as she held out her hand, he stooped and kissed it.
"He wants to know that my suspicions are gone," she thought. "At any rate, he should believe it."
"The great thing," she said, with her finger to her lip, "is that Lady Henry should hear nothing."
Lady Rose's Daughter Part 21
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