MISS BROAD COMMANDS A SECOND TIME
The next morning, although he was early at the rendezvous, Miss Broad
was there before him. He saw her before she saw him--or thought he
did--and, unperceived, as he fancied, stood and watched her. She was
reading a book, sitting a little sideways, so that he saw her profile
clearly. It was a brilliant morning, and she was attired for the sun.
She had on a light grey silky dress, which was covered with flowers,
and a huge hat, about a yard round, which matched the dress. He
thought how nice she looked. Of a charm so delicate. Instinct with the
essence of all things spiritual. He had been depressed as he had come
through the park. The mere sight of her dispelled the clouds. The
blood moved brisker through his veins. Seeing how engrossed she was by
what she read, thinking to take her by surprise, he began to steal
towards her across the grass--which he ought not to have done. Hardly
had he stepped over the little iron fence than a stentorian voice
bawled,--
'Come out of that!'
The invitation was addressed to him, as others, including Miss Broad,
perceived as well as he did. It was a keeper's civil method of
suggesting that he should keep off the grass, which, just there, was
fenced about. He bowed to Miss Broad with a feeble smile, she merely
nodding in return, without rising from her seat. As he advanced
towards her along the proper gravel path, he was a little conscious
that his approach had been robbed of dignity. She received him with an
air which was a little frigid--still without rising--and beginning at
once on a subject which he would have liked postponed.
'Well? Have you got it?'
'Have I got what?'
'You know very well what I mean. Have you got the ruby?--as you
promised.'
'As I promised? My dear Letty, I think that statement is--is a little
unauthorised.'
'Does that mean that you haven't got it?'
'I'm afraid it does--as yet.'
'Did you try to get it?'
'I did.'
'Did you go and see that woman?'
'I called upon Miss Bewicke.'
'And do you mean to say that she refused to let you have it?'
'If you'll allow me, I'll tell you what took place.'
He told her--a trifle lamely, but still he presented her with a
sufficiently clear picture of what actually occurred--sufficiently
clear, that is, to inflame her with indignation. She listened with
eyes which grew brighter and brighter, and lips which closed tighter
and tighter. The spiritual side of her became less obvious.
'And do you mean to say that you allowed the creature to trample on
you without a word of protest?'
'I am not aware that she did trample on me.'
'Not when, according to your own account, she treated you as if you
were a dog? I wonder you didn't take her into your hands and strangle
her.'
'My dear Letty!'
'Of course I don't mean that; but you know what I do mean. As for that
man--that Mr What's-his-name--why didn't you knock him down?'
'In a lady's room? I did suggest that if he liked to step outside I
should be happy to do him any little service which was in my power.'
'And what did he do?'
'Rang the bell and requested the servant to show me out.'
'And you went? You actually allowed this man to kick you out--for that
was what it came to--without a word.'
'Well, my dear, Miss Bewicke called out to me as I was going down the
stairs to say that she sent her love to you.'
'Guy! you dare to tell me such a thing? You allow that creature to
insult me by sending such a message, or pretending to; and then you
repeat her insolence to me. The little wretch! So you are ruined.'
'Not yet. There are still about four days between me and the worst.'
'Then do you propose to allow her to have you kicked out of her
apartments on each of those four days? Besides insulting me? I had
hardly imagined that you were that kind of person. But one learns.
Well, I suppose if you don't mind, I needn't. Though I really think
you might be better off if you returned to Africa before instead of
afterwards.'
'That is something like the advice which Horace offered.'
She sat up straighter.
'Did you also see Mr Burton last night?'
'He was waiting in the street when I came out of Miss Bewicke's. He
congratulated me on the result of my visit.'
'Really, you appear to have had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Everybody
seems to have had a kick at you. For my part, Guy, rather than allow
people to ride over me rough-shod, as you appear disposed to do,
I'd--I'd--steal the ruby.'
'You are in accordance with still another piece of advice which I
received.'
'Guy! what do you mean?' He told her of his interview with Miss
Casata. When he had finished she drew a long breath.
'Guy, I should do as she says.'
'Letty!'
'I should, I really should. So long as you get the ruby, no matter
what happens, you can't be worse off than you will be if you don't get
it. If you don't get it, you are ruined. You will have to go back to
Africa and stay there for the rest of your life, or, at anyrate, till
both of us are old; because you know you've no more chance of getting
money there than you have here, and that's none at all. And you know
you promised papa, and I promised papa, that you wouldn't marry till
you had money of your own. And that doesn't mean a pound or two; it
means a lot. He doesn't like to think you're marrying me for his
money.'
'Letty!'
'Well, he doesn't; you know he doesn't. Of course I know you're not,
or should I be sitting here talking to you now? But papa's different.
And, anyhow, we promised. If there was nothing else to be gained, I'd
like you to take it if only for the sake of spiting that actress
creature. I'll teach her to send me messages.'
'But, my dear Letty, I fancy you don't quite realise that you are
suggesting that I should commit a felony.'
'Felony! Don't talk such stuff and nonsense.' Her words reminded him
of some of Miss Casata's of the night before. For some cause he
shivered. 'Doesn't your uncle as good as say she stole it from him?
And didn't that woman tell you that she's ashamed of it herself, and
that therefore she hides it away all alone in a drawer? That shows
that she's perfectly conscious that it's as much your property as
hers. Indeed, it's much more your property. Your uncle left it to you,
and she's no right to keep you out of it a single moment. And she
wouldn't, you know very well that she wouldn't, if it wasn't for me.
You threw her over--'
'Pardon me, I did not.'
'Then did she throw you over?'
'That's nearer the mark.'
'Really, Guy, you have an agreeable way of commending yourself to me.
Then am I to understand that she regards you as her cast-off rubbish?'
'We agreed that we had made a mistake. That is the truth of the
matter. There was no throwing over on either side.'
'Now, Guy, I know more than you suppose. Do you mean to deny that she
resents the idea of your being about to marry me?'
'She congratulated me on the fact last night.'
'Did she, indeed? How very good of her. And pray how did she
congratulate you? As if she meant it?'
'I suppose she meant it.'
'You suppose! Do you dare to tell me that you don't know quite well
that her congratulations were ironical?'
'Well, I confess I had my "doots."'
'There! Didn't I say so all along? Oh, Guy, how difficult it is to get
things out of you. Now, try to be equally truthful again, and tell me,
on your word of honour, if you don't know that she would give you the
ruby without a moment's hesitation if it wasn't for me; that is, if
the fact of our being engaged to each other didn't prevent you paying
attention to her?'
'I shouldn't like to put it in that way; but I think it possible that
Miss Bewicke might prove more malleable if the circumstances were
other than they are.'
'Precisely. That is what I mean. So promise me that to-night you will
take your own.'
'My own! Letty!'
'Promise me!'
'But, my dear Letty--'
'Of course there is an alternative. You can throw me over. We, in our
turn, can agree that we have made a mistake. Then you will be able to
make yourself agreeable to her; and you will be able to get the ruby
that way.'
'But, my dear Letty, if you will only be reasonable--'
'It is you who are unreasonable. You allow an idea to mar our lifelong
happiness. Before you realise how hollow it is it will be too late.
There will be nothing in front of us but dreary years of waiting. You
let the cup of happiness be dashed from your hand even when it is
already at your lips. I release you, Guy. I will not be a clog on you,
perhaps through all eternity.'
Her tone was sombre, funereal. Mr Holland groaned.
'Oh, Lord! Your logic is as beautiful as you are. It really was worth
while seeing ghosts in Africa for this!'
She stood up.
'Then go back to Africa and see some more. You shall not stay here to
laugh at me. Goodbye.'
He caught her by the hand.
'Letty! How can you be so cruel.'
'Then you should do as I ask you. As you would do, without hesitation,
if you really had a spark of the love you pretend to have for me.'
'I will; I'll do whatever you ask, though I'm ashamed of myself when I
say so.'
'Promise that to-night you'll take your own?'
'I promise.'
She sat down again, and was as nice as she could be; he only knew how
nice that was. He would have been as happy as is possible if it had
not been for the thoughts which were at the back of his head, and the
prospect which lay in front of him.
Unfortunately, nearly all the time Miss Broad was causing him to
realise his good fortune in winning the love of such a girl as she was
he was picturing himself stealing up a flight of darkened stairs, like
a thief.