Molly Bawn Part 39
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"Do you mean to tell me you have never loved?"
"Never, never, never. And, indeed, to give myself due credit, I believe the fact that I have a husband somewhere would utterly prevent anything of the sort."
"That is a good thing, if the idea lasts. But won't you feel awkward in meeting him this evening?"
"I? No, but I dare say he will; and I hope so too," says her ladys.h.i.+p, maliciously. "For three long years he has never been to see whether I were well or ill--or pining for him," laughing. "And yet, Molly, I do feel nervous, awfully, ridiculously nervous, at the bare idea of our so soon coming face to face.
"Is he handsome?"
"Ye--es, pretty well. Lanky sort of man, with a good deal of nose, you know, and very little whisker. On my word, now I think of it, I don't think he had any at all."
"Nose?"
"No, whisker. He was clean-shaven, all but the moustache. I suppose you know he was in Ted's regiment for some time?"
"So he told me."
"I wonder what he _hasn't_ told you? Shall I confess, Molly, that I know your secret, and that it was I chose that diamond ring upon your finger? There, do not grudge me your confidence; I have given you mine and anything I have heard is safe with me. Oh, what a lovely blush, and what a shame to waste such a charming bit of color upon me! Keep it for dessert."
"How will Sir Penthony like Mr. Lowry's close proximity?" Molly asks, presently, when she has confessed a few interesting little facts to her friend.
"I hope he won't like it. If I thought I could make him jealous I would flirt with poor Talbot under his nose," says Cecil, with eloquent vulgarity. "I feel spitefully toward him somehow, although our separation was my own contrivance."
"Have you a headache, dear?" Seeing her put her hand to her head.
"A slight one,--I suppose from the nerves. I think I will lie down for an hour or two before commencing the important task of arming for conquest. And--are you going out, Molly? Will you gather me a few fresh flowers--anything white--for my hair and the bosom of my dress?"
"I will," says Molly, and, having made her comfortable with pillows and perfumes, leaves her to her siesta.
"Anything white." Molly travels the gardens up and down in search of all there is of the loveliest. Little rosebuds, fresh though late, and dainty bells, with sweet-scented geraniums and drooping heaths,--a pure and innocent bouquet.
Yet surely it lacks something,--a little fleck of green, to throw out its virgin fairness. Above, high over her head, a creeping rosebush grows, bedecked with palest, juiciest leaves.
Reaching up her hand to gather one of the taller branches, a mote, a bit of bark--some hateful thing--falls into Molly's right eye. Instant agony is the result. Tears stream from the offended pupil; the other eye joins in the general tribulation; and Molly, standing in the centre of the gra.s.s-plot, with her handkerchief pressed frantically to her face, and her lithe body swaying slightly to and fro through force of pain, looks the very personification of woe.
So thinks Philip Shadwell as, coming round the corner, he unperceived approaches.
"What is it?" he asks, trying to see her face, his tones absolutely trembling from agitation on her behalf. "Molly, you are in trouble. Can I do anything for you?"
"You can," replies Miss Ma.s.sereene, in a lugubrious voice; though, in spite of her pain, she can with difficulty repress an inclination to laugh, so dismal is his manner. "Oh! you _can_."
"Tell me what. There is nothing--_Speak_, Molly."
"Well, I'm not exactly weeping," says Miss Ma.s.sereene, slowly withdrawing one hand from her face, so as to let the best eye rest upon him; "it is hardly mental anguish I'm enduring. But if you can get this awful thing that is in my eye out of it I shall be intensely grateful."
"Is that all?" asks Philip, much relieved.
"And plenty, too, I think. Here, do try if you can see anything."
"Poor eye!"--pathetically--"how inflamed it is! Let me see--there--don't blink--I won't be able to get at it if you do. Now, turn your eye to the right. No. Now to the left. Yes, there is,"
excitedly. "No, it isn't," disappointedly. "Now let me look below; it _must_ be there."
Just at this delicate moment who should turn the corner but Luttrell!
Oh, those unlucky corners that will occur in life, bringing people upon the scene, without a word of warning, at the very time when they are least wanted!
Luttrell, coming briskly onward in search of his ladylove, sees, marks, and comes to a dead stop. And this is what he sees.
Molly in Philip's--well, if not exactly in his embrace, something very near it; Philip looking with wild anxiety into the very depths of Molly's lovely eyes, while the lovely eyes look back at Philip full of deep entreaty. Tableau!
It is too much. Luttrell, stung cruelly, turns as if to withdraw, but after a step or two finds himself unable to carry out the dignified intention, and pauses irresolutely. His back being turned, however, he is not in at the closing act, when Philip produces triumphantly on the tip of his finger such a mere atom of matter as makes one wonder how it could ever have caused so much annoyance.
"Are you better now?" he asks, anxiously, yet with pardonable pride.
"I--am--thank you." Blinking thoughtfully, as though not yet a.s.sured of the relief. "I am so much obliged to you. And--yes, I _am_ better.
Quite well, I think. What should I have done without you?"
"Ah, that I could believe myself necessary to you at any time!" Philip is beginning, with fluent sentimentality, when, catching sight of Tedcastle, he stops abruptly. "Here is Luttrell," he says, in an injured tone, and seeing no further prospect of a _tete-a-tete_, takes his departure.
Molly is still petting her wounded member when Luttrell reaches her side.
"What is the matter with you?" he asks, with odious want of sympathy.
"Have you been crying?"
"No," replies Molly, indignant at his tone,--so unlike Shadwell's. "Why should you think so?"
"Why? Because your eyes are red; and certainly as I came up, Shadwell appeared to be doing his utmost to console you."
"Anything the matter with you, Teddy?" asks Miss Ma.s.sereene, with suspicious sweetness. "You seem put out."
"Yes,"--sternly,--"and with cause. I do not relish coming upon you suddenly and finding you in Shadwell's arms."
"Where?"
"Well, if not exactly in his arms, very nearly there," says Tedcastle, vehemently.
"You are forgetting yourself." Coldly. "If you are jealous of Philip, say so, but do not disgrace yourself by using coa.r.s.e language. There was a bit of bark in my eyes. I suppose you think it would have been better for me to endure torments than allow Philip--who was very kind--to take it out? If you do, I differ from you."
"I am not speaking alone of this particular instance in which you seem to favor Shadwell," says the young man, moodily, his eyes fixed upon the sward beneath him. "Every day it grows more palpable. You scarcely care to hide your sentiments now."
"You mean"--impatiently--"you would wish me to speak to no one except you. You don't take into account how slow this would be for me." She says this cruelly. "I care no more for Philip than I do for any other man."
"Just so. I am the other man, no doubt. I have never been blind to the fact that you do not care for me. Why take the trouble of acting a part any longer?"
"'Acting a part'! Nonsense!" says Molly. "I always think that the most absurd phrase in the world. Who does not act a part? The thing is to act a good one."
"Is yours a good part?" Bitterly.
"You are the best judge of that," returns she, haughtily. "If you do not think so, why keep to our engagement? If you wish to break it, you need fear no opposition from me." So saying, she sweeps past him and enters the house.
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