Poor little Julie Weeber was having a bad time of it.
She was, to the scornful surprise of her family, which was neither
sympathetic nor particularly wise in its mode of condemnation, grieving
for a man who was utterly worthless. Her sister declared that she was
wanting in proper pride, and her mother regarded her as a silly,
sentimental child, and refused to consider the trouble seriously. So
Julie nursed her heart-hunger in silence, and the round, young face grew
thinner, the laughter died out of her eyes, and her lips lost the
humorous twist that had made her many admirers want to kiss them. It
was but a pale reflection of the old Julie they met at dances and
parties, a Julie who would not flirt with them, and whose once ready
repartee failed her utterly and left her with curiously little to say.
She had been good sport once, and the youths with whom she had been
popular found it difficult to realise the change. When they discovered
that the change was enduring and not merely a passing mood, they
deserted her for more amusing company, and Julie found herself neglected
with a programme half filled at dances, and only one staunch ally to
depend upon for an escort. The ally was Teddy Bolitho, whose great
ambition was to earn a sufficient income on which to set up
housekeeping, and to win Julie's consent to become mistress of his home.
But the ambition was distant of fulfilment. Young Bolitho had as much
as he could do to pay his modest way.
Julie liked Teddy Bolitho. Before the advent of Lawless she had liked
him better than any man she had ever met. Bolitho had stood aside when
the older man claimed her attention. It had been a blow for him, but he
had taken it pluckily with his back against the wall. He had quickly
recognised that he stood no chance against Lawless, who had everything
in his favour so far as outward seeming went, and despite his successful
rivalry, he entertained a half-reluctant liking for the man. It was not
surprising that Julie should find him fascinating; and it would be a
very much better match for her, he had decided, judging--as Julie's
mother had judged when she encouraged Lawless to visit at the house--by
externals.
And then had arisen the scandal concerning Lawless, and his subsequent
disappearance; and Bolitho had quietly stepped out from the background,
and taken his place again quite naturally at Julie's side. She accepted
his action without comment. He was the only one in her world who
understood. She felt instinctively that he did understand, that she
could count on his sympathy, though neither by word nor sign did he
allude to what was past; and she repaid him in the trust and regard of
an earnest friendship, which is the next best thing to love. But an
earnest friendship is not what a man covets from the girl who holds his
heart. Bolitho was acquiring patience in the hard school of necessity;
nevertheless, there were times when his spirit chafed sorely, times when
he felt thoroughly disheartened and discouraged; despite the happy
optimism of his nature, the outlook was not promising.
"I don't know why you bother about me," she said to him one evening at a
dance, when he came upon her sitting out in a corner by herself. He had
only just arrived, having been detained at the store, where they were
short-handed through the illness of a clerk. He had looked for Julie as
soon as he entered the room, and caught sight of her in her corner
looking wretched and forlorn. At her speech he sat down beside her,
and, with a smile, possessed himself of her programme.
"It's curious that I should, isn't it?" he said. "But I've always been
in the habit of pleasing myself. What are you going to give me, Julie?"
"Oh! anything you like," she answered dispiritedly. "You'll find any
amount of blanks. I have spent most of the time so far adorning the
walls."
He looked at her steadily.
"You do it very prettily," he answered.
"Thank you, Teddy."
She moved a little closer to him, and her face brightened.
"I don't mind now you've come," she said. "But I was feeling--hurt
before. I've seen girls sitting out often--the dull ones, and I've
felt, not so much sorry for them, as surprised that they couldn't get
partners. Now I know what it feels like." Her eyes flashed with sudden
anger. "It's beastly, the selfishness of people," she said with a note
of disgust in her tones. "So long as you are amusing, or interesting,
or pretty, you are wanted and sought after... you're popular; but lose
your looks, or, worse still, your gift of amusing others, and you might
as well be buried for all the attention you get... You simply don't
exist. The amusing person can always command friends, but the poor dull
person who most needs friendship is invariably shunned... Now I'm being
bitter and hateful, and, perhaps, even you--But I know you are not like
that... It was horrid of me to have said that. I'm often horrid now,
Teddy. I get more horrid every day."
"Look here," he returned quickly, "I'm not dancing with anyone--most of
the girls have filled their cards by now. Every dance that you have
open we'll have, or sit out, together, and those that you're fixed up
for I'll dance with anyone I can discover who is sitting out. We'll
square matters that way."
"Oh, Teddy! you are a good sort," she said.
She watched him while he marked his programme, comparing it with hers.
He had reddened slightly at her words of approbation, but by the time he
had finished pencilling his programme his embarrassment had vanished,
and he returned her card with his usual cheerful smile.
"I've stolen all the blanks," he said. "You don't mind--if it's
remarked?"
"No... I don't care," she answered stubbornly.
He rose and offered her his arm.
"We won't sit here inhaling the dust they're kicking up," he said.
"There are one or two jolly little retreats, Julie, where we can talk at
our ease."
She laughed.
"You always had a genius for discovery," she returned. As she took the
proffered arm she gave it a little grateful squeeze. "Oh! I'm so glad
to get out of this room."
Outside the ball-room they came face to face with Mrs Lawless and Van
Bleit. There was a block at the entrance. Many couples were leaving
the room, and new-comers pressed forward, and for several minutes people
were forcibly restrained in the narrow passage.
Mrs Lawless looked searchingly into the young face, as she recognised
the girl who had been Lawless' partner in the dance when they had been
held up by the crowd as they were now. It was obvious that the girl
also recognised her. The older woman smiled.
"It seems fated that we should meet in a crush," she said in her
peculiarly soothing voice. "On the last occasion we both were slightly
damaged. May we have better luck this time."
Julie smiled back at her and flushed warmly. She felt strangely shy in
the presence of this beautiful, composed woman, with the sweet voice and
easy manner, and the so distressingly familiar name. But the owner of
the familiar name looked gracious, and--Julie could not but notice it--
sad, despite the ready smile. The girlish heart went out to her
unquestioningly, recognising instinctively a common bond. She did not
know why the lovely sun-flecked eyes held shadows, she only saw that the
shadows were there, and felt drawn towards their owner in consequence.
Her shyness left her suddenly. She drew her hand from Teddy Bolitho's
arm, and shielded the other woman's body with two young, vigorous arms.
"You shall not be damaged this time," she said, and laughed.
Mrs Lawless laughed with her.
"What a valiant champion you make," she said. "Trust a woman to protect
a woman in any serious crisis."
And then the press suddenly ceased. Julie's arms fell to her side, and
with a further smile of friendship and understanding, Mrs Lawless
passed on with her companion.
"Who is that girl?" she inquired as they passed through into the
ball-room.
She was not dancing. She had merely come for an hour to look on; and
she chose a seat not too far away from the exit, so that she could make
her escape without inconvenience as soon as she desired. Van Bleit sat
down beside her, and, following his customary tactics, sought by his
impressive manner to draw attention to themselves. He was usually a
daring wooer, but Mrs Lawless so baffled him that he was forced to
resort to more insidious methods.
"The girl who embraced you? ... That's Miss Julie Weeber... Quite a
nice little thing. Not exactly in your set, you know."
She regarded him strangely.
"And the boy she was with?"
Van Bleit laughed.
"Oh! that's Bolitho, her faithful squire. He's clerk in a wool-store.
Miss Weeber has slighted him of late, but he's in favour again
apparently. She'd be well advised to stick to him."
"I like the look of him," said Mrs Lawless slowly, "and I like her. I
shall cultivate the acquaintance. If I were to remain so long, couldn't
you manage that we sat together at supper?"
Van Bleit would have contrived anything to have kept her longer at the
dance. When she left it would be for home, he knew; and it was never
permitted him to accompany her on the homeward drive. He had several
times suggested doing so, but he had always met with the same pleasant
but firm refusal.
It was a surprise for Julie to find herself _tete-a-tete_ with the
beautiful Mrs Lawless at supper. Van Bleit so managed matters that it
appeared wholly accidental when he and his companion took the vacant
seats opposite herself and young Bolitho, and he exerted himself to an
unusual degree to make the meal a success. Julie was astonished at the
fun she was getting out of the evening.
"Why, I'm really enjoying myself," she remarked naively in a pause
between the laughter. "And I had feared it was going to be such a slow
affair."
"At your age," Mrs Lawless answered, "no dance should prove slow."
"That depends," retorted Julie. "But, of course, you've never
experienced the pain of sitting out."
"I usually sit out," Mrs Lawless answered. "I am no dancer. But there
is pleasure in watching others enjoy themselves."
"Oh yes!" Julie replied. "Anyone could enjoy that when the sitting out
wasn't compulsory."
"I see." Mrs Lawless laughed. "A little discipline of that nature
isn't exactly harmful," she said.
Julie laughed too.
"I always hated discipline," she said.
"I can't understand any girl sitting out," Van Bleit interposed. "That
men can't find partners is common enough. There are plenty of fellows
supporting the door-posts to-night."
"Yes; but they want amusing," Julie returned brightly. "They won't give
their services for nothing."
"There is something very decadent in the sound of that," Mrs Lawless
remarked.
Before rising, she leaned across the table and addressed herself
directly to the girl.
"Do you ever get as far as Rondebosch?" she asked.
"I get farther than that," Julie answered. "I cycle, you know."
"Then, take pity on my loneliness. I am an Englishwoman, unused to the
Colony. Will you ride out to see me some day?"
"Of course I will... Any time you wish."
"Come to-morrow... I will be at home to no one else..."
"Lucky little girl!" murmured Van Bleit, as he escorted Mrs Lawless
from the supper-room. "She enjoys a privilege that many would envy
her... You never ask _me_ to visit you..."
She looked at him steadily.
"Perhaps some day I shall do that," she answered, and smiled at him, a
smile so kind and gentle that it set Van Bleit's heart beating high with
expectation, and a hope he did not often dare to indulge.
When he had assisted her into her motor and shut the door upon her, he
took the hand she extended to him and raised it to his lips. The car
drove off and left him standing in the roadway, looking after it with a
complacent smile widening the corners of his sensual mouth. Truly he
had a way with women! He had never known any woman who could stand out
against him for long.
As he turned and started to walk in the opposite direction from that
taken by the car, a figure loomed suddenly out of the darkness and, with
a word of greeting, came to a halt in front of him. Van Bleit
recognised the sallow, bearded face, the darkness notwithstanding, and
instinctively his right hand went to his breast pocket in a manner that
brought a smile to the lips of the man who had accosted him. Recovering
himself almost immediately, he feigned to be searching for his
cigar-case, which eventually he produced, and leisurely proceeded to
abstract a cigar therefrom. While thus employed, he replied to the
brief salutation of the new-comer with the sarcastic observation:
"Still taking an interest in my movements, Mr Simmonds? I thought your
gang had tired of me."
"You pay yourself a poor compliment, Mr Van Bleit," was the dry
response. "The Colonel seems keener on your society just now than on
any other. He'd like to see you. I've been hanging about outside this
social ballet for some time with the express object of telling you so."
"A dull amusement," Van Bleit returned, lighting his cigar, "which you
might have spared yourself. Colonel Grey and I have given free vent to
our opinions of one another sufficiently often to obviate the necessity
of a repetition of our views. Mine have undergone no change--I doubt
that his have."
"I doubt it too," Simmonds replied. "But this matter he has in mind has
no bearing on his personal feelings. He has had a letter recalling him
to England."
"I'm glad of that at least," said Van Bleit.
"There were other matters contained in the letter besides his recall
which concern you," Simmonds added. "He wishes to see you on the
subject."
"You may tell him from me," Van Bleit answered rudely, "that his postal
communications, as his movements, have not the slightest interest for
me."
He started to walk again. Simmonds, wholly unmoved, walked beside him.
"You speak without knowledge, Mr Van Bleit," he said. "The
instructions contained in this imperative and important letter concern
you very particularly. Colonel Grey has a further proposal to lay
before you, which you will be well advised to consider. Failing a
satisfactory issue to these final negotiations, he is instructed to
place the matter in the hands of the police and return to England."
Van Bleit, his assurance notwithstanding, was taken aback. He had not
foreseen this move, and was totally unprepared for it. It was merely
bluff, he told himself, and really believed it was so; but at the back
of the belief lurked the fear that his victim might have grown reckless,
and, with the courage that is sometimes born of despair, be prepared to
face the worst.
"Faugh!" he exclaimed impatiently. "That's an old dodge." But his
voice had lost its confidence and resumed its natural bullying tones.
"Go and tell your chief to do his worst, and be damned to him!"
"Go and tell him yourself," returned Simmonds. "You could at least then
hear what he has to say."
"And how do I know you are not up to some treachery?" demanded Van
Bleit, his suspicions at once on the alert.
"I suppose it is natural you should judge other men by your own
standard," Simmonds answered indifferently. "If you are afraid we may
arrange a trap, why not go and see him to-night when he is unprepared
for your visit?"
"What makes you so confident we should find him at home?" Van Bleit
asked quickly.
"Because, until I set out to look for you, I was seated on his stoep
with him, smoking."
"--And discussing me?"
"And discussing the letter and its conditions as they concerned you--
yes."
"He keeps late hours if he is out of bed when we get there," Van Bleit
remarked. "It's after midnight."
Simmonds, who had been instructed to fetch Van Bleit to the bungalow
that night if possible, with difficulty repressed a smile.
"I imagine he does keep late hours," he said. "The only occasions I
have surprised him in bed have been in the daytime. But if he were abed
I don't doubt he would see you. Nevertheless, if you prefer some other
time, I am sure it will be equally convenient to him."
"And if I refuse to go at all?"
"Then, I expect he will drop down on you. You see his instructions are
imperative. He has no voice in the matter."
Van Bleit swung round suddenly and stared in the other's face.
"It's a game of bluff you're playing," he said. "I don't trust you.
I'll go with you to-night--yes. I'll hear the proposal this precious
letter contains. But, remember, I'm armed, and I shan't hesitate to use
my weapon if I see the slightest occasion."
"You may reassure yourself. Great as you know our interest in you to
be," Simmonds replied imperturbably, "I don't suppose either of us
covets the distinction of hanging for you."