"To-morrow," the Princess said softly, "we shall have been here a
fortnight."
Cecil de la Borne came and sat by her side upon the sofa.
"I am afraid," he said, "that leaving out everything else, you have
been terribly bored."
"I have been nothing of the sort," she answered. "Of course, the last
week has been a strain, but we are not going to talk any more about
that. You prepared us for semi-barbarism, and instead you have made
perfect sybarites of us. I can assure you that though in one way to go
will be a release, in another I shall be very sorry."
"And I," he said, in a low tone, "shall always be sorry."
He let his hand fall upon hers, and looked into her eyes. The Princess
stifled a yawn. This country style of love-making was a thing which she
had outgrown many years ago.
"You will find other distractions very soon," she said, "and besides,
the world is a small place. We shall see something of you, I suppose,
always. By the by, you have not been particularly attentive to my
stepdaughter during the last few days, have you?"
"She gives me very little chance," he answered, in a slightly aggrieved
tone.
"She is very young," the Princess said, "too young, I suppose, to take
things seriously. I do not think that she will marry very early."
Cecil bent over his companion till his head almost touched hers.
"Dear lady," he said, "I am afraid that I am not very interested in
your stepdaughter while you are here."
"Absurd!" she murmured. "I am nearly twice your age."
"If you were," he answered, "so much the better, but you are not. Do
you know, I think that you have been rather unkind to me. I have
scarcely seen you alone since you have been here."
She laughed softly, and took up her little dog into her arm as though
to use him for a shield.
"My dear Cecil," she said earnestly, "please don't make love to me. I
like you so much, and I should hate to feel that you were boring me.
Every man with whom I am alone for ten minutes thinks it his duty to
say foolish things to me, and I can assure you that I am past it all. A
few years ago it was different. To-day there are only three things in
the world I care for--my little spaniel here, bridge, and money."
His face darkened a little.
"You did not talk like this in London," he reminded her.
"Perhaps not," she admitted. "Perhaps even now it is only a mood with
me. I can only speak as I feel for the moment. There are times when I
feel differently, but not now."
"Perhaps," he said jealously, "there are also other people with whom
you feel differently."
"Perhaps," she admitted calmly.
"When I came into the room the other day," he said, "Forrest was
holding your hand."
"Major Forrest," she said, "has been very much upset. He needed a
little consolation. He has some other engagements, and he ought to have
left before now, but, as you know, we are all prisoners. I wonder how
long it will last."
"I cannot tell," Cecil answered gloomily. "Forrest knows more about it
than I do. What does he say to you?"
"He thinks," the Princess said slowly, "that we may be able to leave in
a few days now."
"Then while you do stay," Cecil begged, "be a little kinder to me."
She withdrew her hand from her dog and patted his for a moment.
"You foolish boy," she said. "Of course I will be a little kinder to
you, if you like, but I warn you that I shall only be a disappointment.
Boys of your age always expect so much, and I have so little to give."
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Because it is the truth," she answered. "You must not expect anything
more from me than the husk of things. Believe me, I am not a poseuse. I
really mean it."
"You may change your mind," he said.
"I may," she answered. "I have no convictions, and my enemies would
add, no principles. If any one could make me feel the things which I
have forgotten how to feel, I myself am perfectly willing! But don't
hope too much from that. And do, there's a dear boy, go and stop my
maid. I can see her on her way down the drive there. She has some
telegrams I gave her, and I want to send another."
Cecil hurried out, and the Princess, moving to the window, beckoned to
Forrest, who was lounging in a wicker chair with a cigarette in his
mouth.
"Nigel," she said, "how much longer?"
Forrest looked despondently at his cigarette.
"I cannot tell," he answered. "Perhaps one day, perhaps a week,
perhaps--"
"No!" the Princess interrupted, "I do not wish to hear that
eventuality."
"You know that the Duke is still about?" Forrest said gloomily. "I saw
him this morning. There has been a fellow, too--a detective, of
course--enquiring about the car and who was able to drive it."
"But that," the Princess interrupted, "is all in our favour. You were
seen to bring it back up the drive about ten o'clock in the morning."
Forrest nodded.
"Don't let's talk about it," he said. "Where is Jeanne? Do you know?"
The Princess pointed toward the lawn to where Cecil and Jeanne were
just starting a game of croquet. Forrest watched them for a few minutes
meditatively.
"Ena," he said, dropping his voice a little, "what are you going to do
with that child? I have never quite understood your plans. You promised
to talk to me about it while we were down here."
"I know," the Princess answered, "only this other affair has driven
everything out of our minds. What I should like to do," she continued,
"is to marry her before she comes of age, if I can find any one willing
to pay the price."
"The price?" he repeated doubtfully.
The Princess nodded.
"Supposing," she continued, "that her fortune amounted to nearly four
hundred thousand pounds, I think that twenty-five thousand pounds would
be a very moderate sum for any one to pay for a wife with such a dowry."
"Have you any one in your mind?" he asked.
The Princess nodded.
"I have a friend in Paris who is making some cautious inquiries," she
answered. "I am expecting to hear from her in the course of a few days."
"So far," he remarked, "you have made nothing out of your guardianship
except a living allowance."
She nodded.
"And a ridiculously small one," she remarked. "All that I have had is
two thousand a year. I need not tell you, my dear Nigel, that that does
not go very far when it has to provide dresses and servants and a home
for both of us. Jeanne is content, and never grumbles, or her lawyers
might ask some very inconvenient questions."
"Supposing," he asked, "that she won't have anything to do with this
man, when you have found one who is willing to pay?"
"Until she is of age," the Princess answered, "she is mine to do what I
like with, body and soul. The French law is stricter than the English
in this respect, you know. There may be a little trouble, of course,
but I shall know how to manage her."
"She has likes and dislikes of her own," he remarked, "and fairly
positive ones. I believe if she had her own way, she would spend all
her time with this fisherman here."
The Princess smoothed the lace upon her gown, and gazed reflectively at
the turquoises upon her white fingers.
"Jeanne's father," she remarked, "was bourgeois, and her mother had
little family. Race tells, of course. I have never attempted to
influence her. When there is a great struggle ahead, it is as well to
let her have her own way in small things. Hush! She is coming. I
suppose the croquet has been a failure."
Jeanne came across to them, swinging her mallet in her hand.
"Will some one," she begged, "take our too kind host away from me? He
follows me everywhere, and I am bored. I have played croquet with him,
but he is not satisfied. If I try to read, he comes and sits by my side
and talks nonsense. If I say I am going for a walk, he wants to come
with me. I am tired of it."
The Princess looked at her stepdaughter critically. Jeanne was dressed
in white, with a great red rose stuck through her waistband. She was
paler even than usual, her eyes were dark and luminous, and the curve
of her scarlet lips suggested readily enough the weariness of which she
spoke.
The Princess shrugged her shoulders and gathered up her skirts.
"Do what you like, my dear," she said. "I will tell Cecil to leave you
alone. But remember that he is our host. You must really be civil to
him."
She strolled across the lawn to where Cecil was still knocking the
croquet balls about. Jeanne sank into her place, and Forrest looked at
her for a few moments attentively.
"You are a strange child," he said at last.
She glanced towards him as though she found his speech an impertinence.
Then she looked away across the old-fashioned, strangely arranged
garden, with its irregular patches of many coloured flowers, its
wind-swept shrubs, its flag-staff rising from the grassy knoll at the
seaward extremity. She watched the seagulls, wheeling in from the sea,
and followed the line of smoke of a distant steamer. She seemed to find
all these things more interesting than conversation.
"You do not like me," he remarked quietly. "You have never liked me."
"I have liked very few of my stepmother's friends," she answered, "any
more than I like the life which I have been compelled to lead since I
left school."
"You would prefer to be back there, perhaps?" he remarked, a little
sarcastically.
"I should," she answered. "It was prison of a sort, but one was at
least free to choose one's friends."
"If," he suggested, "you could make up your mind that I was a person at
any rate to be tolerated, I think that I could make things easier for
you. Your stepmother is always inclined to follow my advice, and I
could perhaps get her to take you to quieter places, where you could
lead any sort of life you liked."
"Thank you," she answered. "Before very long I shall be my own
mistress. Until then I must make the best of things. If you wish to do
something for me you can answer a question."
"Ask it, then," he begged at once. "If I can, I shall be only too glad."
"You can tell me something which since the other night," she said, "has
been worrying me a good deal. You can tell me who it was that drove
Lord Ronald to the station the morning he went away. I thought that he
sent his chauffeur away two days ago, and that there was no one here
who could drive the car."
Forrest was momentarily taken aback. He answered, however, with
scarcely any noticeable hesitation.
"I did," he answered. "I didn't make much of a job of it, and the car
has been scarcely fit to use since, but I managed it somehow, or rather
we did between us. He came and knocked me up about five o'clock, and
begged me to come and try."
She looked at him with peculiar steadfastness. There was nothing in her
eyes or her expression to suggest belief or disbelief in his words.
"But I have heard you say so often," she remarked, "that you knew
absolutely nothing about the mechanism of a car, and that you would not
drive one for anything in the world."
He nodded.
"I am not proud of my skill," he answered, "but I did try at Homburg
once. There was nothing else to do, and I had some idea of buying a
small car for touring in the Black Forest. If you doubt my words, you
can ask any of the servants. They saw me bring the car up the avenue
later in the morning."
"It was being dragged up," she reminded him. "The engine was not going."
He looked a little startled.
"It had only just gone wrong," he said. "I had brought it all the way
from Lynn."
She rose to her feet.
"Thank you for answering my question," she said. "I am going for a walk
now."
He leaned quite close to her.
"Alone?" he asked suggestively.
She swept away without even looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders
as he resumed his seat.
"I am not sure," he said reflectively, as he lit a cigarette, "that Ena
will find that young woman so easy to deal with as she imagines!"