Lady Rose's Daughter Part 32
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How weary and beaten-down she looked--the heroine of such a turmoil! Her eyes travelled from face to face, shrinking--unconsciously appealing. In the dim, soft color of the room, her white face and hands, striking against her black dress, were strangely living and significant. They spoke command--through weakness, through s.e.x. For that, in spite of intellectual distinction, was, after all, her secret. She breathed femininity--the old common spell upon the blood.
"I don't know why you're all so kind to me," she murmured. "Let me disappear. I can go into the country and earn my living there. Then I shall be no more trouble."
Unseen himself, Sir Wilfrid surveyed her. He thought her a consummate actress, and revelled in each new phase.
The d.u.c.h.ess, half laughing, half crying, began to scold her friend.
Delafield bent over Julie Le Breton's chair.
"Have you had some tea?"
The smile in his eyes provoked a faint answer in hers. While she was declaring that she was in no need whatever of physical sustenance, Meredith advanced with his portfolio. He looked the editor merely, and spoke with a business-like brevity.
"I have brought the sheets of the new Sh.e.l.ley book, Miss Le Breton. It is due for publication on the 22d. Kindly let me have your review within a week. It may run to two columns--possibly even two and a half. You will find here also the particulars of one or two other things--let me know, please, what you will undertake."
Julie put out a languid hand for the portfolio.
"I don't think you ought to trust me."
"What do you want of her?" said Lord Lackington, briskly. "'Chatter about Harriet?' I could write you reams of that myself. I once saw Harriet."
"Ah!"
Meredith, with whom the Sh.e.l.ley cult was a deep-rooted pa.s.sion, started and looked round; then sharply repressed the eagerness on his tongue and sat down by Miss Le Breton, with whom, in a lowered voice, he began to discuss the points to be noticed in the sheets handed over to her. No stronger proof could he have given of his devotion to her. Julie knew it, and, rousing herself, she met him with a soft attention and docility; thus tacitly relinquis.h.i.+ng, as Bury noticed with amus.e.m.e.nt, all talk of "disappearance."
Only with himself, he suspected, was the fair lady ill at ease. And, indeed, it was so. Julie, by her pallor, her humility, had thrown herself, as it were, into the arms of her friends, and each was now vying with the other as to how best to cheer and console her. Meanwhile her attention was really bent upon her critic--her only critic in this a.s.sembly; and he discovered various attempts to draw him into conversation. And when Lord Lackington, discomfited by Meredith, had finished discharging his literary recollections upon him, Sir Wilfrid became complaisant; Julie slipped in and held him.
Leaning her chin on both hands, she bent towards him, fixing him with her eyes. And in spite of his antagonism he no longer felt himself strong enough to deny that the eyes were beautiful, especially with this tragic note in them of fatigue and pain.
"Sir Wilfrid"--she spoke in low entreaty--"you _must_ help me to prevent any breach between Lady Henry and Mr. Montresor."
He looked at her gayly.
"I fear," he said, "you are too late. That point is settled, as I understand from herself."
"Surely not--so soon!"
"There was an exchange of letters this morning."
"Oh, but you can prevent it--you must!" She clasped her hands.
"No," he said, slowly, "I fear you must accept it. Their relation was a matter of old habit. Like other things old and frail, it bears shock and disturbance badly."
She sank back in her chair, raising her hands and letting them fall with a gesture of despair.
One little stroke of punishment--just one! Surely there was no cruelty in that. Sir Wilfrid caught the Horatian lines dancing through his head:
"Just oblige me and touch With your wand that minx Chloe-- But don't hurt her much!"
Yet here was Jacob interposing!--Jacob, who had evidently been watching his mild attempt at castigation, no doubt with disapproval. Lover or no lover--what did the man expect? Under his placid exterior, Sir Wilfrid's mind was, in truth, hot with sympathy for the old and helpless.
Delafield bent over Miss Le Breton.
"You will go and rest? Evelyn advises it."
She rose to her feet, and most of the party rose, too.
"Good-bye--good-bye," said Lord Lackington, offering her a cordial hand.
"Rest and forget. Everything blows over. And at Easter you must come to me in the country. Blanche will be with me, and my granddaughter Aileen, if I can tempt them away from Italy. Aileen's a little fairy; you'd be charmed with her. Now mind, that's a promise. You must certainly come."
The d.u.c.h.ess had paused in her farewell nothings with Sir Wilfrid to observe her friend. Julie, with her eyes on the ground, murmured thanks; and Lord Lackington, straight as a dart to-night, carrying his seventy-five years as though they were the merest trifle, made a stately and smiling exit. Julie looked round upon the faces left. In her own heart she read the same judgment as in their eyes: "_The old man must know!_"
The Duke came into the drawing-room half an hour later in quest of his wife. He was about to leave town by a night train for the north, and his temper was, apparently, far from good.
The d.u.c.h.ess was stretched on the sofa in the firelight, her hands behind her head, dreaming. Whether it was the sight of so much ease that jarred on the Duke's ruffled nerves or no, certain it is that he inflicted a th.o.r.n.y good-bye. He had seen Lady Henry, he said, and the reality was even worse than he had supposed. There was absolutely nothing to be said for Miss Le Breton, and he was ashamed of himself to have been so weakly talked over in the matter of the house. His word once given, of course, there was an end of it--for six months. After that, Miss Le Breton must provide for herself. Meanwhile, Lady Henry refused to receive the d.u.c.h.ess, and would be some time before she forgave himself. It was all most annoying, and he was thankful to be going away, for, Lady Rose or no Lady Rose, he really could not have entertained the lady with civility.
"Oh, well, never mind, Freddie," said the d.u.c.h.ess, springing up. "She'll be gone before you come back, and I'll look after her."
The Duke offered a rather sulky embrace, walked to the door, and came back.
"I really very much dislike this kind of gossip," he said, stiffly, "but perhaps I had better say that Lady Henry believes that the affair with Delafield was only one of several. She talks of a certain Captain Warkworth--"
"Yes," said the d.u.c.h.ess, nodding. "I know; but he sha'n't have Julie."
Her smile completed the Duke's annoyance.
"What have you to do with it? I beg, Evelyn--I insist--that you leave Miss Le Breton's love affairs alone."
"You forget, Freddie, that she is my _friend_."
The little creature fronted him, all wilfulness and breathing hard, her small hands clasped on her breast.
With an angry exclamation the Duke departed.
At half-past eight a hansom dashed up to Crowborough House. Montresor emerged.
He found the two ladies and Jacob Delafield just beginning dinner, and stayed with them an hour; but it was not an hour of pleasure. The great man was tired with work and debate, depressed also by the quarrel with his old friend. Julie did not dare to put questions, and guiltily shrank into herself. She divined that a great price was being paid on her behalf, and must needs bitterly ask whether anything that she could offer or plead was worth it--bitterly suspect, also, that the query had pa.s.sed through other minds than her own.
After dinner, as Montresor rose with the d.u.c.h.ess to take his leave, Julie got a word with him in the corridor.
"You will give me ten minutes' talk?" she said, lifting her pale face to him. "You mustn't, mustn't quarrel with Lady Henry because of me."
He drew himself up, perhaps with a touch of haughtiness.
"Lady Henry could end it in a moment. Don't, I beg of you, trouble your head about the matter. Even as an old friend, one must be allowed one's self-respect."
"But mayn't I--"
Lady Rose's Daughter Part 32
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