“Anything the matter? You look scared!”
“A most extraordinary thing,” returned Godfrey. “You have heard me talk of old Henderson of Detwich?”
“Your father’s brother? The old chap who sends you a brace4 of grouse5 every season, and asks when you are going to give up being a starving painter and turn your attention to business? What of him?”
“He is dead and buried,” answered Godfrey. “This letter is from his lawyer to say that I am his heir, in other words that Detwich passes to me, with fifteen thousand a year on which to keep it up, and that they are awaiting my instructions.”
There was a pause which lasted for upward of a quarter of a minute. Then Fensden held out his hand.
“My dear fellow, I am sure I congratulate you most heartily,” he said. “I wish you luck with all my heart. The struggling days are over now. For the future you will be able to follow your art as you please. You will also be able to patronize those who are not quite so fortunate. Fifteen thousand a year and a big country place! Whatever will you do with yourself?”
“That is for the Future to decide,” Godfrey replied.
That afternoon he paid a visit to the office of the firm of solicitors6 who had written to him. They corroborated7 the news contained in their letter, and were both assiduous in their attentions and sincere in their desire to serve him.
Four days later it was arranged that Godfrey and Fensden should start for the Continent. Before doing so, however, the former purchased a neat little gold watch and chain which he presented to Teresina, accompanied by a cheque equivalent to six months’ salary, calculated at the rate she had been receiving.
“Don’t forget me, Teresina,” he said, as he looked round the now dismantled8 studio. “Let me know how you get on, and remember if ever you want a friend I shall be only too glad to serve you.”
At that moment Fensden hailed him from the cab outside, bidding him hurry, or he feared they would miss their train. Godfrey accordingly held out his hand.
“Good-bye,” he said, and though he would have given worlds to have prevented it, a lump rose in his throat as he said it, and his voice was so shaky that he felt sure she must notice it.
Then, bidding her give the key to the landlord when she left the studio, he went out into the street, and jumped into a cab, which next moment started off for the station. How was he to know that Teresina was lying in a dead faint upon the studio floor?
When they left England for the Continent Godfrey had only the vaguest notion of what they were going to do after they left Paris. Having spent a fortnight in the French capital they journeyed on to Switzerland, put in a month at Lucerne, three weeks in Rome, and found themselves, in the middle of November, at Luxor, looking upon the rolling waters of the Nile. Their sketch9 books were surfeited10 with impressions, and they themselves were filled with a great content. They had both visited the Continent on numerous occasions before, but this was the first time that they had made the acquaintance of the “Land of the Pharaohs.” Godfrey was delighted with everything he saw, and already he had the ideas for a dozen new pictures in his head.
“I had no notion that any sunset could be so gorgeous,” he said one day, when they sat together watching the ball of fire descend11 to his rest on the western horizon of the desert. “The colours have not yet been discovered that could possibly do it justice. For the future I shall come out here every year.”
“Don’t be too sure, my friend,” said Fensden. “There was a time when such a thing might have been possible, but circumstances have changed with you. You are no longer the erratic12 Bohemian artist, remember, but a man with a stake in the country, and a county magnate.”
“But what has the county magnate to do with the question at issue?” Godfrey inquired.
“Everything in the world,” retorted his companion. “In virtue13 of your new position you will have to marry. The future Mrs. Henderson, in all probability, will also have a stake in the country. She will have great ideas, moreover, connected with what she will term the improvement of the land, and, beyond a trip to the Italian lakes at long intervals14, will not permit you to leave the country of her forefathers15.”
“What a strange fellow you are, to be sure!” replied Godfrey. “To hear you talk one would think that the possession of money — and, by Jove, it’s a very decent thing to have when you come to consider it — must necessarily relegate16 a man to the region of the commonplace. Why shouldn’t I marry a girl who is fond of travelling?”
“Because, as a rule, Fate ordains17 otherwise,” Fensden replied. “I think I can describe the sort of girl you will marry.”
“Then do so, by all means,” said Godfrey, “I’ll smoke another cigar while you are arranging it.”
“In the first place she will be tall. Your idea of the ludicrous would not let you marry a small woman. She will have large hands and feet, and the latter will be heavily shod. That is how in London I always pick out the girls who live in the country. She will be handsome rather than pretty, for the reason that your taste lies in that direction. She will not flirt18, because she will be in love with you. She will be an admirable housewife of the solid order, and while I should be prepared to trust to her judgment19 in the matter of dogs and horses, roots, crops, and the dairy farm, finer susceptibilities she will have none. Do you like the picture?”
“Scarcely,” said Henderson; “and yet, when all is said and done a man might do worse.”
There was a pause, during which each man knew what the other was thinking about. Godfrey was recalling Teresina’s beautiful face, and Fensden knew that he was doing so.
“By the way,” said Fensden, very quietly, “I noticed this morning that you received a letter bearing an Italian post-mark. Would it be indiscreet if I inquired your correspondent’s name?”
“I don’t see why there should be any mystery about it,” Henderson replied. “It was from Teresina.”
“From Teresina?” said the other, with a look of surprise.
“Yes, from Teresina,” his friend answered. “I made her promise before we left home that should she leave England she would let me have her address, and, if she were in need of anything, she would communicate with me. You can see the letter if you like. Here it is.”
He took the letter in question from his pocket and handed it to his companion. It consisted of only a few lines and gave the writer’s address with the hope that the time might soon come when she would again be allowed to sit to “her kind patron.”
Victor, having perused20 it, handed it back to Godfrey, who replaced it in his pocket without a word.
Two days later they returned by steamer to Cairo, where they took up their abode21 at the Mena House Hotel. Godfrey preferred it, because it was some distance from the dust of the city, and Fensden because he averred22 that the sneer23 on the face of the Sphinx soothed24 him more than all the luxuries of Cairo. As it was, he sat in the veranda25 of the hotel and made impressionist sketches26 of dragomen, camels, and the backsheesh-begging Bedouins of the Pyramids. Godfrey found it impossible to work.
“I am absorbing ideas,” he said. “The work will come later on.”
In the meantime he played polo in the Ghezireh, shot jackals in the desert, flirted27 with the charming tourists in the verandas28 of the hotel, and enjoyed himself immensely in his own fashion. Then one day he received a telegram from England announcing the fact that his mother was seriously ill, and asking him to return without delay.
“I am sincerely sorry,” said Fensden, politely. Then he added, regretfully: “I suppose our tour must now, like all good things, come to an end. When do you leave?”
“By to-morrow morning’s train,” he answered. “I shall pick up the mail boat at Ismailia and travel in her to Naples. If all goes well I shall be in England to-morrow week. But look here, Victor, when you come to think of it there’s not the least necessity for you to come, too. It would be no end of a shame to rob you of your holiday. Why should you not go on and finish the tour by yourself? Why not come with me as far as Port Said, and catch the steamer for Jaffa there?”
“It’s very good of you, my dear Godfrey,” said Fensden, “but ——”
“Let there be no ‘buts,’” the other returned. “It’s all arranged. When you come home you shall describe your adventures to me.”
Needless to say, in the end Fensden agreed to the proposal, and next day they accordingly bade each other good-bye on the promenade29 deck of the mail steamer that was to take Henderson as far as Naples. Fensden was beginning to realize that it was by no means unpleasant to have a rich and generous friend. Poverty was doubtless romantic and artistic30, but a well-filled pocket-book meant good hotels and the best of wines and living.
While the boat ploughed her way across the Mediterranean31, an idea occurred to Godfrey, and he resolved to act upon it. It was neither more nor less than to utilize32 what little time was given him in Naples in seeking out Teresina and assuring himself of her comfort in her old home. He had quite convinced himself by this time that any affection he might once have felt for her was now dead and buried. For this reason he saw no possible danger in paying her a visit. “Victor made more of it,” he argued, “than the circumstances had really warranted. Had he not said anything about it, there would have been no trouble, and in that case Teresina would still be in London, and sitting to me.”
As soon as the vessel33 was in harbour, he collected his luggage and made his way ashore34. A cab conveyed him to an hotel he had patronized before; and when he was safely installed there, and realized that he could not proceed on his journey until the next morning, he resolved to set out in search of Teresina. Producing her letter from his pocket-book he made a note of the address, and then started upon his errand, to discover that the signorina Cardi’s home took some little finding. At last, however, he succeeded, only to be informed by an intelligent neighbour that the signora was not at home, while the signorina had gone out some fifteen minutes before. Considerably35 disappointed, he turned to descend the steps to find himself face to face with Teresina herself as he stepped into the street. She uttered a little exclamation36 of astonishment37 and delight at seeing him.
“How is it that you are here, signor?” she inquired, when they had greeted each other. “I did not know that you were in Naples.”
“I only arrived this afternoon,” he answered. “I am on my way to England.”
“To England?” she said, and then uttered a little sigh as if the very name of that country conjured38 up sad memories. “It is cold and wet in England now; and do you remember how the studio chimney smoked?”
This apparently39 irrelevant40 remark caused them both to laugh, but their mirth had not altogether a happy sound.
“I am going to give up the studio,” he answered. “I expect that for the future I shall do my work in the country. But you are not looking well, Teresina!”
“I am quite well,” she answered, hurriedly. How was he to know that for many weeks past she had been eating her heart out for love of him? If the whole world seemed dark to her now it was because he, her sun, no longer shone upon her.
“And your mother, the signora, how wrong of me not to have inquired after her. I trust she is well?”
“Quite well, signor,” she replied. “She often talks of you. She is at Sorrento to-day, but she may be back at any minute. She would have liked to have seen you, signor, to have thanked you for your great goodness to us.”
“Nonsense,” said Henderson, hurriedly. “It is the other way round. My thanks are due to you. Had it not been for your face, Teresina, my picture would never have been such a success. Do you know that several ladies, great ladies in England, said that they would give anything to be so beautiful? I don’t think I shall ever do a better piece of work than that.”
He had just said this when he noticed that a young man, tall, slim, and very dark, had approached them unperceived, and was now glaring angrily at him. Teresina had also become aware of his presence, and was visibly affected41 by it. Whereas only a moment before she had been all sunshine and delight at seeing Henderson once more, now she was quite the reverse.
“Is this man a friend of yours?” Godfrey asked, in English. “He seems to be put out about something.”
“It is only Tomasso Dardini,” she answered, as if the explanation were sufficient. “He is quick-tempered, but he means no harm.”
“Then I wish to goodness he’d go away; he glares as if he would like to eat me. If I may hazard a guess, Teresina, I should say that he is in love with you.”
“He is very foolish,” she answered, and a flush spread over her face. “Some day, if he is not very careful, he will get into trouble.”
“I should not be at all surprised to hear it,” Godfrey replied.
Then, turning to the man in question, he signed to him to be off about his business. For a moment the youth seemed inclined to refuse, but presently he thought better of it, and marched off down the street, looking back now and again as if to see whether the Englishman and the girl were still conversing42 together.
“And now, Teresina, I have a little plan to propose to you,” said Godfrey, when the other had turned the corner. “As I told you just now, I am on my way to England, and therefore, shall only be able to spend to-night in Naples. From the announcements I see they are playing ‘Faust’ at the Opera-House. Why should not you and your mother dine with me, and go there afterward43? It would be a pleasant way of spending the evening, and we could talk of old days.”
Teresina clapped her hands with delight. In her love of the Opera she was a genuine Neapolitan.
“It would be lovely,” she cried. “My mother will come, I feel sure. It is kind of you, signor.”
It was thereupon arranged that they should meet at a certain place, dine, and then go on to the Opera together. Having settled this, Henderson returned to his hotel, whiled away the time as best he could, and when the hour arrived, set off to the rendezvous44.
Punctual to the moment he put in an appearance at the place. It was a restaurant not unlike that in which he had first met Teresina and her mother. He could not help recalling that memorable45 evening as he waited on the pavement outside, and his one wish was that Fensden could have been there to have shared the entertainment with him. When the signora and her daughter arrived, it was plain that they regarded the occasion an important one. They were both attired46 in their best, and, so far as colour went, the signora herself was not unlike a bird of Paradise. Teresina was more soberly clad, but Henderson noticed that a necklace with which he had once presented her, as a memento47 of a certain piece of extra work she had done for him, encircled her slender throat. As he looked at it, he thought of the day on which he had given it to her, and as the remembrance occurred to him, he wondered whether it was wise on his part to play with fire for a second time. The signora greeted him with southern volubility, and, as soon as he could get in a word, Henderson suggested that they should enter the restaurant. Having done so, they seated themselves at one of the small tables, and he gave his orders. It was a banquet that was destined48 to be remembered with pleasure by two of the party, and also by a third, for another and less romantic reason.
“And so you are returning to England, signor?” said the signora, when the first pangs49 of her hunger had been assuaged50. Then, remembering the circumstances connected with the latter portion of their stay in London, she added, pathetically: “I think if it were possible, I should not be sorry to return — even though the winter is so cold and it rains so often.”
“If you feel as if you would like to return, why do you not do so?” asked Godfrey, with a quickness that caused Teresina to look up at him in surprise, and then to look down again with equal celerity. “I am sure Teresina could get plenty of employment. I would do all I could to help her. For my own part, I never could understand why you left so quickly.”
If he had reflected for a moment, he would probably have been able to arrive at an understanding of the reason that had prompted her departure. He was too modest a man, however, to think of such a thing. Nevertheless, he changed the conversation by making inquiries51 as to their present life in Naples, and then went on to talk of Fensden, who at that moment, could they have seen him, was fast asleep in a railway carriage, on his way from Jaffa to Jerusalem. The signora had never been partial to the impressionist artist and poet, and she had a vague idea that it was to that gentleman’s agency that they owed the flight of the owner, and the consequent cessation of Teresina’s employment at the studio. She was too prudent52, however, to say anything on that score to Godfrey. She knew the friendship that existed between the two men; and she was also aware that her daughter, who was the possessor of a quick temper, and a tongue that she could use when she liked, would brook53 no disparagement54 of either Mr. Henderson or his friend.
“As to returning to England, we must think it over,” she said, complacently55, when Godfrey had filled her glass with champagne56 for the fourth or fifth time. “It would make another great change in our affairs, but Teresina is young, and there is nothing for us to do in Naples. I could wish that she should marry, signor, but she will not hear of it. I tell her the time may come when it will be too late. But girls do not listen to their elders nowadays.”
Godfrey glanced at Teresina’s face to find that it had suddenly become very pale. He hastened to render her assistance without delay by twitting her mother as to the number of sweethearts she herself had had, much to that lady’s delight. This crisis having been smoothed over, he paid the bill and they left the restaurant.
Darkness had fallen by this time, a fact which may have accounted for the young man’s uncertainty57 as to whether he did or did not recognise the figure of a man who was watching the doorway58 from the other side of the street. It certainly looked as if it belonged to Tomasso Dardini; but he said nothing on this point to either of his guests. He would be leaving Naples in the morning, he argued, and no necessity existed for making a fuss about it. If the silly young man were jealous, the morrow would remove the cause; and after that it would not matter very much whether he were aware of their visit to the Opera or not. With Teresina beside him and the signora on the other side, they entered the theatre and took their seats. The house was crowded, and the Opera itself was received with that critical appreciation59 so characteristic of the Neapolitan theatre-goer. Whether Godfrey enjoyed it as much as his neighbours is a question that admits of some doubt. He certainly found pleasure in studying the expressions that flitted across Teresina’s face as she watched what went on upon the stage; but I scarcely think it went further. When it was over, he escorted them back to their dwelling60, and bade them good-bye upon the threshold.
“Good-bye, Teresina,” he said. “It may not be very long before we meet in London. Do you remember the little place where I first saw you? I think, when I get back, I must dine there once more, if only for old association’s sake.”
“Good-bye, signor,” she said, giving him her hand after the English fashion. “It was kind of you to think of us, and to give us such pleasure as you have done to-night.”
“I have enjoyed it,” he replied, and then, bidding her return soon to London, he left her, and made his way down the narrow, evil-smelling street toward the quarter in which his hotel was situated61. He was still fifty yards from the corner when a figure emerged from a doorway and hurried quickly after him, keeping on the dark side of the street. Leaving the thoroughfare in which Teresina’s house was located, he employed a short cut with which he had become acquainted that afternoon. He had scarcely entered this, however, before he became aware of a light footstep behind him. Turning quickly, he found a man, whom he immediately recognised, within a few feet of him. Muttering something in Italian, he raised his arm, and Godfrey saw that he held a poniard in his hand. With the quickness of a practised athlete, he seized the uplifted wrist with his left hand, while with his right he delivered a blow that took the would-be assassin beneath the chin and sent him sprawling62 upon his back in the road. Picking up the dagger63 that the other had let fall, he placed it in his pocket, saying, as he did so: “I will keep this, my friend, as a memento.” Then, having made sure that the other had no intention of following him, he continued his walk, little dreaming how strangely that incident was to affect his future life.
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