HONORIA INTERVENES
"I think it is monstrous strange that Marius could not stay," remarked
the Countess Agatha, gathering round her the swansdown and gold wrap.
"There is room enough here, and I vow it is more comfortable than
forlorn chambers in Westminster."
"He hath been considering this move for some time," answered Miss
Chressham quietly. "He hath, I think, an idea of independence. It is a
pity he will not go abroad again."
"To leave us so suddenly!" continued the Countess heedlessly. "But last
night I thought he seemed to me strange when he took you to the masque."
"Perhaps, after all, it is better for him," said Susannah gently; and
moved so that the candle-light did not fall over her face.
"I thought Rose might have come to-day," commented my lady, with the
air of a grievance, "but I swear he has not been over-attentive of
late."
Miss Chressham sighed. She could no more have confided in her aunt than
in a child. My lord's troubles were not to be helped by his mother;
yet one matter his cousin brought herself to mention, since it must be
faced sooner or later.
"Rose is too extravagant. I think it begins to weigh with him."
The Countess Agatha was drawing on her fine silk gloves.
"Well, my dear," she smiled sweetly, "what did he marry that woman for?
Not to stint himself."
"Stint himself!" Miss Chressham smiled too, but sadly. "His
entertainments cost thousands, and his losses at cards--I do not care
to think of them. No fortune could stand it, and Mr. Hilton, I hear,
has lost money in Holland."
"And what of Selina Boyle?" asked the Countess Agatha, with her trick
of changing the subject at random, as if she never listened to what was
said to her. "And that odious stuff in the _Gazette_? I hope you told
her that it was too foolish to be noticed, and that I laughed at it;
but, of course, I have no doubt it is true, nor that that impossible
Lavinia wrote it."
"I suppose it can be lived down," answered Susannah. "But Sir Francis
and Mr. Boyle are furious."
"Do you think 'twill come to a duel with Rose?" asked the Countess
vaguely.
"No--oh, no." Miss Chressham was positive.
"But 'tis infatuation for her?"
"Yes."
"And she?" The Countess Agatha's soft eyes were sympathetic.
Miss Chressham gave a painful little laugh.
"I am afraid that she--is in love."
"And that wretched creature comes between them!" sighed the elder lady.
"It is too provoking Selina could not have had the money. She is quite
charming, and I always liked her. But are you sure of Rose?" she asked
suddenly. "There have been so many!"
Miss Chressham coloured.
"What are we talking of? It is all very foolish, and I vow you will be
late, Aunt Agatha."
The Countess glanced at the clock.
"You are certain you will not accompany me, Susannah?"
"Indeed, I am too tired. And now my lord is waiting."
"Marius may come this evening. There are many of his things here. Do
you see him, then say I blame him for this desertion."
With that the Countess kissed her niece and left the room in a flutter
of golden embroideries. She was as gay, in her delicate lady's way, as
Rose, and as extravagant. Susannah sometimes wondered what the dowager
Lady Lyndwood would do if the money failed, and she thought she could
guess. The Countess had the light way of taking things that would
allow her to marry again, and still remain true to the one passion and
tragedy of her life--the love and death of the Earl.
Miss Chressham went to the window and watched the Countess, by the
light of the link-boys' torches, being handed into the coach by Lord
Willouby, who had been waiting for her patiently in the great empty
drawing-room below.
Susannah saw them drive off, then let the curtains fall. She felt sad
yet excited at a tension not to be explained. Everything had ended more
quietly than she could have expected, yet she felt as if on the verge
of great events.
Rose had met Sir Francis, and nothing had happened. The _Gazette_
scandal appeared to have blown over; there had been no word from Selina
Boyle since last night.
Marius had taken his answer quietly. She was sorry he had left them,
frankly regretting his company, but she respected his motives, one of
which she suspected to be the desire to avoid the Countess Lavinia, who
could no longer, with any shadow of a decent excuse, seek him out for
her amusement.
Poor Marius! Susannah thought of him with tenderness. He had behaved
very well; he had finer stuff in him than had Rose, but----
Her reflections touched the state of the Earl's fortunes. She told
herself that it must be this casting a gloom over her spirits.
He would say so little, and that little a sneer, or mocking. He acted
on such sudden desperate impulses, as in the matter of his marriage.
Never had he been frank with her, and she, sensitive to his reserve,
had equally never been able to bring herself to probe into his affairs.
She knew that he must be entangled in debt. She feared a sudden
downfall of his fortunes, but she knew--with certainty--nothing.
She sat down at the spinet and played a little madrigal by Orlando
Gibbons that was associated with her earliest childhood. When her
fingers fell still her hands dropped into her lap, and she sat
motionless, staring across the gorgeous chamber.
The mirror behind her reflected her slender figure in the tight lilac
silk, the loops of soft brown hair falling over the muslin fichu and
the faint coloured keys of the spinet.
Her reverie was disturbed by the entry of my lady's black page; she
thought he came to announce Marius, and her heart fluttered.
But it was a lady who desired to be admitted. She said she came from
Lyndwood House, and the page thought her the maid of the younger
Countess.
Susannah paled with anger and distaste. What impertinence was this on
the part of the odious Honoria Pryse?
"My lady is at Ranelagh," she said. "I suppose this person hath come to
see her."
"No, madam; she asked for you."
A swift stab of premonitory disaster prevented Miss Chressham from
sending the message that was at first on her lips--a curt refusal to
see the Countess Lavinia's maid. Surely something desperate must have
occurred before Honoria Pryse would seek her out; but the boy might be
mistaken.
"Bring her to me," she commanded briefly.
Then in the moment that she waited a sudden sense of helplessness,
of loneliness, overcame Susannah Chressham. Something was going to
happen--something perhaps had happened--to Rose, and she was here alone
to meet it, to decide.
But when the door again opened she stood braced to face the person she
had expected--Lady Lyndwood's maid.
Honoria Pryse entered softly. She was simply attired in a shade of dull
purple that set off the rich gold colour of her hair; a chip straw
shaded her face, and she wore a dark cloak; her manner and bearing was
absolutely composed and quiet. She dropped an indifferent curtsey, and
waited until the black boy had left them, summing up the while with
keen eyes Miss Chressham, who kept her place at the spinet, and spoke
as soon as they were alone.
"You have come to see me?" she inquired, with a coldness in great
contrast to her usual manner.
"Yes, madam."
"I cannot conceive on what subject."
Honoria smiled.
"Do you know me, Miss Chressham? I am the Countess's woman, and have
been with her since she was a child."
"I remember you very well," answered Susannah. "Will you please tell me
your errand?"
Honoria, still completely at her ease, came further into the room.
"I expect, madam, you will be surprised that I come to you, but I
believe you will be interested in what I have to say, and I have always
known that you were a sensible, cool-headed lady."
This was said gravely, without a hint of flattery. Susannah was
impressed with a sense of something weighty behind the words--the image
of Selina, of Rose, flashed through her mind. What had happened?
"Sit down," she said, controlling herself, "and tell me your errand."
Honoria calmly seated herself on one of the gilt chairs, and clasped
her mittened hands in her lap.
"My Lady Agatha is out?" she asked.
"Yes, I am alone."
Honoria regarded her shrewdly.
"You know, madam, that my mistress came here this afternoon?"
"No," answered Susannah. "I have been abroad all day."
"Will you listen to me for a few moments? I think you will find it to
your interest, madam."
Miss Chressham twisted her handkerchief in agitated fingers.
"Say what you will."
A faint smile touched the maid's thin lips.
"You were at the masque last night? My lord and my lady were there, as
you know. My lady returned about three of the clock, and found a letter
from Mr. Hilton with ill news in it. She waited up for my lord, and
there followed a scene of some violence--on her part."
Miss Chressham interrupted.
"What do you mean by recounting to me these things? I will not hear
them."
"I tell you them merely to explain what follows, madam," answered
Honoria, unmoved. "My lady, who beats herself in a vain passion of
hatred against my lord's scorn, comes upstairs in a fever, talking
incoherently of ruin, and falls into hysterics. She faints three or
four times in the night, and lies in a stupor till midday. This
morning a friend of Sir Francis Boyle comes with, I think, a challenge
for my lord, who leaves the house, with no inquiry after the Countess."
"A challenge!" interjected Miss Chressham.
"I believe so, madam; but I am speaking of my mistress. She rose
this afternoon, took the coach, and came here, though she was not
fit to leave the house. Soon after she returned and told me that
Mr. Marius--Captain Lyndwood--had left here and taken lodging in
Westminster. She said she had the address."
"They gave it to her!" cried Susannah angrily.
"She said so," repeated Honoria. "She seemed very weak, and almost
beside herself; she raved against my lord and his family, and talked
of Bedlam and the madness in her family, but she insisted on going out
again to drink tea with Lady Fulton. It was late then, and she would
neither take me nor the coach, but got into a chair. There was none
with her, only a page following."
"Go on," said Susannah faintly, as Honoria paused.
"My lord came home soon after. He and my lady were due at a ball at
Trefusis House; he sent up to know if she was coming, and when I said
she was yet abroad, he left without comment."
"And she has not returned?" broke in Miss Chressham. "You are going to
tell me that she has not returned?"
"She had not, madam, when I left the house an hour ago; but the
page returned, and the chair. My lady had dismissed them both by
St. Martin's-in-the-Fields, and she gave the boy a gold piece not
to hang round with the chair, nor yet to attract attention by going
back immediately, which commands the little wretch carried out; but I
frightened the truth from him. He said my lady seemed distracted--that
she told him she would return in a hackney, and that she went, on foot,
towards Westminster."
Susannah put her hand before her eyes, as if a fierce light burnt them.
"And--what do you think?" she asked hoarsely.
Honoria regarded her steadily.
"I think my lady means to run away with Mr. Marius."
"Oh, my God!" murmured Susannah. She rose desperately and looked wildly
about her. "My God, what shall I do?"
"She has gone to his lodgings," continued Honoria. "She is there now.
I never believed that she would do anything so desperate, but it is
amazing how she hates my lord."
"Captain Lyndwood will bring her back," cried Susannah, remembering
last night. "I can trust him for that. He will see her insanity, and
bring her back."
"Do you think so?" asked Honoria. "If she throws herself on his pity,
madam?"
The flash of hope died away. How could she tell what Marius would see
as his duty? He was inflamed against the Earl, rejected by herself,
bitter against his world. In a manner the Countess had always been on
his conscience. She had no guarantee that he would not respond to my
lady's madness, and her mind rushed forward to that piteous terrible
picture of flight, pursuit, and an unworthy death for one of them by
fratricide.
In her bitterness she turned on Honoria.
"Why have you come to me? You--you who have ministered to all this
creature's vilest qualities, you who were at the back of this in the
paper, you who have ever dragged her down--why have you come here
smugly to tell me of this last shame?"
Honoria Pryse rose.
"I came to ask you if you cared to help me prevent it," she said, in
no way stirred. "It is not to my interest that my mistress should
hurl herself into the gutter. What do I become but a target for the
vengeance of my lord? I thought that you would not care to see your
house disgraced. I believed that you would give a great deal to save
the Earl of Lyndwood's name from infamy."
She paused, and Susannah, very pale, lifted her eyes.
"What makes you so sure of that?" she asked
The glance of the two women met.
"Is it not true?" demanded Honoria.
Miss Chressham drew a painful breath.
"Yes, it is true," she said quietly.
"Then our interests meet, madam. My lady would not listen to me;
she--or Mr. Marius--might listen to you."
"You suggest I should pursue?" cried Susannah, her whole being
shrinking from the thought.
"Yes," answered Honoria. "I ask you, madam, to come with me, at once,
to Captain Lyndwood's lodgings to bring my lady home before my lord
discovers."
Susannah put her hand to her brow. On what distasteful adventure, with
what distasteful ally, was she invited to embark?
But it did not occur to her either to mistrust or question, or to
hesitate as to what she must do.
"Very well," she said quietly. "I will accompany you at once, and I
must thank you for coming."
Honoria gave her a look, curious, of admiration.
"I knew you would take it in this fashion," she said. "Many ladies
would not have believed me--most, I think." She laughed.
"I think we all know the truth when we hear it," answered Susannah.
"Nor can we choose our allies, or our instruments. I may not now
question your motives in speaking to me. Again, I am glad of your
assistance."
"If I have been of any use," said Honoria, "it is very well. Are you
ready now, madam, to accompany me?"
Miss Chressham glanced at the timepiece. It was nine of the clock. The
Countess Agatha would not return until perhaps two or three.
"It will be best," said Susannah, "if we avoid all observation. Will
you walk to the end of the street and wait there for me? I can, I
think, make some excuse to my maid."
"Very well, madam." Honoria Pryse turned quietly to the door. "Shall I
call a hackney?"
Susannah observed her; she could not dislike her manner, and vulgar,
mean little soul that she was, this Honoria Pryse, she seemed a person
of control and resource.
Miss Chressham assented. "I shall not be delayed more than a few
moments."
The Countess Lavinia's maid curtsied gravely, and left the room, as if
she departed for the most ordinary errand.
For a second Susannah stood still and dazed. She had, all her life,
been a spectator of, and a wise commentator on, other people's actions.
Never until now had she been called upon to decide, to act, to
accomplish, to put a thing through for the sake of a tremendous end.
She could not reflect on what she did nor how she was going to do it.
Why she did it was the one paramount fact in her mind. She put it to
herself in so many words; and this strange creature who had come to her
penetrated her motive.
"I think you would risk a great deal to save the Earl of Lyndwood's
name from infamy."
Well, what did it matter if the whole world so thought? She set her
teeth and threw back her shoulders. As long as she could save his name
from this woman who bore it, she would.
The colour was in her face, and the fire in her eyes, as she went
upstairs for her hat and mantle.