MY LORD SPEAKS
"Who is the lady who has just left you?" asked the Earl as he greeted
his cousin; and he glanced over his shoulder at the white domino
disappearing in the throng.
Susannah found in this her cue.
"Miss Boyle," she said. "And it is about her that I wish to speak to
you."
Lord Lyndwood stepped into the alcove; Marius had departed; they,
although on the edge of a great crowd, enveloped by music and laughter,
were alone and unnoticed.
"Did you not guess the subject on which I desired to see you?"
questioned Susannah.
The Earl looked at her smilingly, and flung himself into a chair.
"Gad, but I'm tired," he said. "Well, I suppose you have seen the
paragraph in the _Gazette_?"
Miss Chressham gave him a keen glance from behind her mask.
"Yes," she answered. "And Miss Boyle has seen it."
The faintest tinge of colour came into my lord's weary face.
"Also her fire-eating cousin; her father, too, I dare swear, and half
London"--he kept his shadowed grey eyes on her face.
"Well, are you Miss Boyle's deputy, Susannah?"
"Yes," said Miss Chressham, sitting erect, with a hand clasped on a
swiftly heaving breast. "I have been trying to gain a word with you
since yesterday afternoon, when she, Selina, came to me."
Lord Lyndwood interrupted.
"With what object?" he asked, and his foot lightly beat time to the
measure of the minuet.
"Can you not imagine?" Susannah paused a moment striving with distaste
for her task. "I am her close friend--she hath confided in me----"
"Ah, what?"
Miss Chressham lowered her agitated voice.
"That the _Gazette_ gives only the truth."
The Earl shrugged his shoulders.
"A rarity! truth in the _Gazette_! no one will suspect it, my dear; I
think Miss Boyle frightens herself for nothing."
His languid eyes roved over the ballroom, his indolent handsome profile
was towards his cousin, who flushed unseen under her mask, accusing him
of lack of frankness and friendliness in thus dealing with her.
"You resent my interference," she said in a low tone, "and, of a
surety, I put myself in an ungracious position, but do we not know each
other well enough--and, and like each other well enough, Rose, for me
to venture to speak to you as Miss Boyle's mouthpiece?"
"You do us both an honour," answered my lord. "Only, I cannot see
that the affair calls for comment from anyone, even from Miss Boyle;"
he slightly raised his fair brows. "Surely these things are better
ignored?"
And still he looked at the ballroom, and still Miss Chressham had the
sense that he was not with her, not moved or even interested by what
she said; yet she must be mistaken; he _was_ interested, vitally, and
his seeming indifference was but the reserve he chose to show her, so
she told herself; but either way, this manner of his made it difficult
for her.
"I think you take it too lightly, Rose," she said. "If you could have
seen Miss Boyle's distress."
Again that faint flush in his averted face; he tapped his mask against
his knee.
"What was her actual message to me?"
"There was none, she is going away if she can; she trusted me to see
you, her wish was to prevent a meeting between you and Sir Francis."
"I saw him last night."
"Last night? On this matter?"
The Earl looked at his cousin now; inscrutable still, however, the
veiled expression of his beautiful eyes.
"Yes, he came to the St. James's to throw up his appointment because of
this; he is a foolish romantical fellow; perhaps he wished to force a
duel on me, I cannot tell."
Miss Chressham was silent. It seemed curious that Rose could speak
in this fashion; folly, romance, and fire, were they all dead in his
breast? He spoke of Sir Francis as an old man might of a boy, and he
not much more than five-and-twenty himself.
"And for Miss Boyle's sake you refrained?" she asked.
"Why should I meet him?" he answered evasively. "I suppose she will
marry him now; I think he is a good fellow."
"Oh, Rose!" cried Susannah impatiently. "Why do you seek to put me off?
She told me what you had written to her--you know, as I know, that she
will never marry him."
My lord was silent, and not all her sharp glances could discern from
his immobile face what was passing in his mind.
"Sir Francis is impetuous," she continued; "but his situation is
maddening, and he thinks, hopes, the thing is a lie."
The Earl smiled, half turning his face to her.
"Sir Francis stands excused, by me at least, though he flung back
my favour at me like a fool, and so has given me some trouble for
nothing."
Miss Chressham twisted her fine fingers together.
"We have not come to discuss Sir Francis. I think of Selina, and of the
fact that she asked me to help her."
"How help her?" asked my lord slowly. "Have you not said Sir Francis
believes the paragraph a lie?"
"There are those believe it true."
Rose Lyndwood shrugged his shoulders.
"There is not a lady of fashion in town, nor any who has had the name
of a belle, who has not been flicked at in the _Gazette_."
Susannah answered impatiently.
"Oh, Rose, because ye are jaded with pamphleteers, and it is nothing to
you what any say of you--cannot you understand her feelings?"
My lord pressed his handkerchief to his lips.
"I think you both, like women, make too much of it," he answered
lightly, with a steady glance under drooping lids.
Miss Chressham felt herself colour angrily.
"Then I think you must take a woman's point of view of this matter,
too, Rose; remember that she can blame you that the affair ever became
public."
"In what way?" he asked.
Susannah, goaded into direct speech by what seemed to her his wilful
slowness, answered with the blood still hotter in her cheeks.
"In this way: firstly, that you wrote to her at all; secondly, that you
lost her letter."
The minuet had come to an end, the ballroom was emptying of all but a
few couples who promenaded the shining floor; the tall distant windows
were open on to gardens where the moonlight revealed the forms of
trees and the lamps swung in their branches lit the revellers beneath;
the Earl looked down the room, and made no answer to Miss Chressham's
accusation, but she had a swift feeling that he was moved now; touched
to the heart; as they had no longer music or laughter or the tumult of
the throng to cover their speech, she lowered her voice and spoke in an
added embarrassment.
"Ah, Rose, could you not have kept a better guard on it?"
He answered quietly.
"I' faith, it was there in the desk when I looked again, after Sir
Francis spoke to me; I know not whom to accuse."
Susannah pulled off her mask, as if the fret of it was beyond bearing,
and gave him a glowing look.
The Earl paled a little under her gaze.
"Can it be possible you do not guess?"
"A servant, of course."
Miss Chressham rose.
"The Countess, of course; she stole the letter, and she wrote that
paragraph; it is horrible to even mention it, but it is true and best
that you should know it."
He drew his breath sharply between his parted lips.
"By Gad!" he said softly. "So you think so? Well, I thought of it." He
laughed, to Susannah's surprise, almost in an amused manner: "But I
could not credit that my lady had enough affection or enough dislike to
me to be at the trouble----"
"I am sorry that you should smile," she answered hotly, "to think what
this woman you have married has brought on those you care for."
He straightened himself, and flung back the pink domino.
"What do you--what does she--want me to do?"
Susannah could not say; it did not seem to her that it mattered what he
did, so long as it was of his own conception, decisive, swift, carried
to a conclusion; of all things this was the last she desired, that
he should ask her what his action was to be. Could not his love for
Selina (a thing in which she could not remotely meddle) guide him? She
pressed her hand to her brow, looked on the floor and was silent.
"Here is a woman's coil of gossip and slander!" cried my lord, and his
tone was slightly mocking. "Neither you nor I can straighten it out, my
dear"--he looked at her languidly; "take no heed of it, 'twill, by Gad,
hurt no one."
But his eyes, dark and fiery, belied his speech and encouraged her to
endeavour to penetrate the guard of his indifferent manner.
"You have no right to take this action of Lavinia's with a smile," she
said.
"Have you any proof of it?" he asked curiously.
Susannah gave a short laugh.
"None, I know."
He gave her a flashing glance.
"So do I," he said quickly.
Susannah made a movement of despair and desperation.
"Your marriage was unforgivable, Rose," she cried bitterly. "You know
always she was 'bourgeoise,' and worse--and now--what have you come to
that you laugh at your wife--your _wife_ doing this unspeakable thing?"
"What am I to do if I do not laugh?" asked my lord. "Again, what is
your wish?"
"That you should decide for yourself," answered Susannah quickly. "In
a manner I have been forced to interfere, I have also been forced to
speak to you now, at this unseasonable time, in this foolish place,
and I cannot say all that might come into my mind"--she paused and bit
her lip; "as for her--that was all her message to you, Rose, that you
should, for her sake, keep quiet. I do not know if she was right or
not."
My lord considered her curiously.
"Would you have me provoke a duel, Susannah?"
Her expression suddenly and painfully changed.
"I would have you _want_ to, Rose," she answered with subdued
vehemence; "but my feelings are not in the question, only, perhaps, I
know you better than she does, and I am sorry----"
"For me?" inquired the Earl, smiling.
Miss Chressham pushed the locks back from her forehead.
"For all of it"--she was very pale, her lips seemed to move stiffly;
"and there is another question, which, since I get no other chance,
I must ask in this half public manner: what of the money, Rose? My
lady is very extravagant. I do what I can, but she has no thought for
expense, and I hear Mr. Hilton's fortune hath been damaged."
The Earl gave his soft pleasant laugh.
"Mr. Hilton is insolent; is it already a matter of comment, my
difficulties?"
"Then you are--entangled," said Susannah breathlessly. "Oh, no, I
never heard any mention of it--who should to me?--but from my own
observation."
Rose Lyndwood lifted his shoulders.
"Is it not inevitable?" He turned his face away. "After all," he said
irrelevantly, "how can life be dull when one has always the thought of
death?"
Susannah Chressham stood still, fingering her mask.
"You have resolved that you will not be frank with me, that I must not
understand you, and I can scarcely plead with you to be plain; nor have
I any right nor any power to be your monitor; you sacrificed yourself
once, to Marius and my lady, and I think it was insane nobility; now,
well, I must either unlock my heart and frighten you or be silent, so,
I am silent."
She turned to leave the alcove, but my lord rose and put himself before
her.
"One moment," he spoke softly. "You have mentioned Marius."
She looked up into his beautiful face, and caught her breath,
hesitating, with her domino clasped together on her bosom with a
trembling hand.
"What of him?" she asked, and shook back the heavy brown curls on to
her shoulders.
"I think he had better go to Paris," said the Earl.
"Yes," answered Miss Chressham. "But he will not. I have tried to
persuade him."
"You must still endeavour to persuade him," said my lord; "for all our
sakes."
She was agitated, frightened.
"What do you mean? I have no influence with Marius."
"He adores you," replied the Earl, bending his great eyes on her. "And
are you not the guardian angel of our house?" He smiled in a light
bitterness. "You are hard worked, I know, my dear, but I must ask you
to save Marius."
"To save Marius? From whom?"
"From himself," said my lord; "from me."
Miss Chressham moved back against the wall.
"You think I have no right to speak," continued the Earl, smiling,
"of anything--but, you said I was not frank with you, now I tell you
openly. He plays at consoling the Countess. I shall not take that;
cannot you find occasion to remind him of what he may not do?"
Miss Chressham moistened her lips.
"Marius is very young and romantical," she said in a low voice; "he is
absolutely honourable, Rose."
"As honourable as the rest of us," replied my lord. "But I do not
object to his morals, my dear, only let him go abroad for his
amusements."
Susannah seemed to rouse herself from some shivering absorption in
hastily projected visions of disaster.
"You take this heavily enough," she said. "I had liked it better if
such had been your tone with regard to Miss Boyle."
He answered quickly.
"The Countess is my wife--that begins and ends it. If Marius is not a
fool he will understand."
Susannah was hotly scornful.
"What did you expect of her? I do not take your view of it; better
for her to coquette with Marius than to put that paragraph in the
_Gazette_--_that_ was the unforgivable thing."
My lord was silent, but his half-veiled eyes were mocking.
"He has not had the chance for more than a few words with her since
his return," continued Susannah. "He is simple and she is heartless,
but----"
"But you speak against your own convictions," interrupted the Earl.
"You _know_, as I know, Susannah, what is happening, and there must be
an end of it; if Marius and I meet behind Montague House----"
"He could rouse you to that," cried Susannah incredulously, "when you
were cold before Sir Francis?"
"This concerns me more," said my lord. "Miss Boyle's name is not
in my keeping--ah! God knows it is all very miserable," he made a
disdainful gesture with his hand, "and paltry, too, but there are some
things--tell Marius not to force it to an issue between us."
Miss Chressham looked at him keenly, but his tired, composed face, with
the slightly amused smile on the beautiful lips, told her as much as
his words and no more.
The music began again and the Earl glanced towards the ballroom.
"It is 'La Louvre'; have you a partner?"
"I am not dancing," she answered wearily.
"I am engaged to Miss Trefusis----"
"Oh, leave me," cried Susannah. "There is nothing more for either of us
to say; I am going home."
He crossed to her side and kissed her hand affectionately.
"You are a great deal too good for any of us, my dear," he said
feelingly.
She turned her glance aside, withdrew her hand and stepped back from
his gorgeous presence.
My lord replaced his mask and flung the pink domino over his shoulder.
"Speak to Marius," he said, and stepped carelessly into the ballroom.
Susannah sank into the chair by the little card-table; the music of
"La Louvre" broke gaily on the stillness, that and the delicate steps
of the couples returning to the ball-room. She put her hand before her
eyes; only by a miserable effort did she keep back the tears.