"Ich will nicht verhungern bei euch,
Ich gehe morgen zum Grafen,
Und der ist verliebt und reich."
Heine.
"Lucy, dear, you must go."
"But, Gerty, you can never manage to get through the work alone."
"I will make Phyllis help me. It will be the best thing for her, and she works better than any of us when she chooses."
The sisters were standing1 together in the studio, discussing a letter which Lucy held in her hand—an appeal from the heartbroken "old folks" that she, who was to[Pg 237] have been their daughter, should visit them in their sorrow.
"It is simply your duty to go," went on Gertrude, who was consumed with anxiety concerning her sister; then added, involuntarily, "if you think you can bear it."
A light came into Lucy's eyes.
"Is there anything that one cannot bear?"
She turned away, and began mechanically fixing a negative into one of the printing frames. She remembered how, on that last day, Frank had planned the visit to Cornwall. Was he not going to show her every nook and corner of the old home, which many a time before he had so minutely described to her? The place had for long been familiar to her imagination, and now she was in fact to make acquaintance with it; that was all. What availed it to dwell on contrasts?
The sisters spoke2 little of Lucy's approaching journey, which was fixed3 for some days after the receipt of the letter; and one cold and foggy November afternoon found her helping4 Mrs. Maryon with her little box down the stairs, while Matilda went for a cab.
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At the same moment Gertrude issued from the studio with her outdoor clothes on.
"No one is likely to come in this Egyptian darkness," she said; "it is four o'clock already, and I am going to take you to Paddington."
"That will be delightful5, if you think you may risk it," answered Lucy, who looked very pale in her black clothes.
"I have left a message with Mrs. Maryon to be delivered in the improbable event of 'three customers coming in,' as they did in John Gilpin," said Gertrude, with a feeble attempt at sprightliness6.
Matilda appeared at this point to announce that the cab was at the door.
"Where is Phyllis?" cried Lucy. "I have not said good-bye to her."
"She went out two hours ago, miss," put in Mrs. Maryon, in her sad voice.
"No doubt," said Gertrude, "she has gone to Conny's. I think she goes there a great deal in these days."
Mrs. Maryon looked up quickly, then set about helping Matilda hoist7 the box on to the cab.
"How bitterly cold it is," cried [Pg 239]Gertrude, with a shudder8, as they crossed the threshold.
An orange-coloured fog hung in the air, congealed9 by the sudden change of temperature into a thick and palpable mass.
"I shouldn't be surprised if we had snow," observed Mrs. Maryon, shaking her head.
"Oh, how could Phyllis be so wicked as to go out?" cried Gertrude, as the cab drove off: "and her cough has been so troublesome lately."
"I think she has been looking more like her old self the last week or two," said Lucy; then added, "Do you know that Mr. Darrell is back? I forgot to tell you that I met him in Regent's Park the other day."
"I hope he will not wish to renew the sittings; but no doubt he has found some fresh whim10 by this time. I wish he had let Phyllis alone; he did her no good."
"Poor little soul, I am afraid she finds it dismal11," said Lucy.
"I mean to plan a little dissipation for us both when you are away—the theatre, probably," said Gertrude, who felt remorsefully12 that in her anxiety concerning Lucy she had rather neglected Phyllis.
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"Yes, do, and take care of yourself, dear old Gerty," said Lucy, as the cab drew up at Paddington station.
The sisters embraced long and silently, and in a few minutes Lucy was steaming westward13 in a third-class carriage, and Gertrude was making her way through the fog to Praed Street station. At Baker14 Street she perceived that Mrs. Maryon's prophecy was undergoing fulfilment; the fog had lifted a little, and flakes15 of snow were falling at slow intervals16.
Before the door of Number 20B a small brougham was standing—a brougham, as she observed by the light of the street lamp, with a coronet emblazoned on the panels.
"Lord Watergate is in the studio, miss," announced Mrs. Maryon, who opened the door; "he only came a minute ago, and preferred to wait. I have lit the lamp." As Gertrude was going towards the studio the woman ran up to her, and put a note in her hand. "I forgot to give you this," she said. "I found it in the letter-box a minute after you left."
Gertrude, glancing hastily at the envelope, recognised, with some surprise, the childish handwriting of her sister Phyllis,[Pg 241] and concluded that she had decided17 to remain overnight at the Devonshires.
"She might have remembered that I was alone," she thought, a little wistfully as she opened the door of the waiting-room.
Lord Watergate advanced to meet her, and they shook hands gravely. She had not seen him since the night of the conversazione at the Berkeley Galleries. His ample presence seemed to fill the little room.
"It is a shame," he said, "to come down upon you at this time of night."
She laid Phyllis's note on the table, and turned to him with a smile of deprecation.
"Won't you read your letter before we embark18 on the question of slides?"
"Thank you. I will just open it."
She broke the seal, advanced to the lamp, and cast her eye hastily over the letter. But something in the contents seemed to rivet19 her attention, to merit more than a casual glance. For some moments she stood absorbed in the carelessly-written sheet; then, suddenly, an exclamation20 of sorrow and astonishment21 burst from her lips.
Lord Watergate advanced towards her.
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"Miss Lorimer, you are in some trouble. Can I help you, or shall I go away?"
She looked up, half-bewildered, into the strong and gentle face. Then realising nothing, save that here was a friendly human presence, put the letter into his hand.
This is what he read.
"My dear Gerty,—This is to tell you that I am not coming home to-night—am not coming home again at all, in fact. I am going to marry Mr. Darrell, who will take me to Italy, where the weather is decent, and where I shall get well. For you know, I am horribly seedy, Gerty, and very dull.
"Of course you will be angry with me; you never liked Sidney, and you will think it ungrateful of me, perhaps, to go off like this. But oh, Gerty, it has been so dismal, especially since we heard about poor little Frank. Sidney hates a fuss, and so do I. We both of us prefer to go off on the Q.T., as Fred says. With love from
"Phyllis."
As Lord Watergate finished this [Pg 243]characteristic epistle, an exclamation more fraught22 with horror than Gertrude's own burst from his lips. He strode across the room, crushing the paper in his hands.
"Lord Watergate!" Gertrude faced him, pale, questioning: a nameless dread23 clutched at her.
Something in her face struck him. Stopping short in front of her, in tones half paralysed with horror, he said—
"Don't you know?"
"Do I know?" she echoed his words, bewildered.
"Darrell is married. He does not live with his wife; but it is no secret."
The red tables and chairs, the lamp, Lord Watergate himself, whose voice sounded fierce and angry, were whirling round Gertrude in hopeless confusion; and then suddenly she remembered that this was an old story; that she had known it always, from the first moment when she had looked upon Darrell's face.
Gertrude closed her eyes, but she did not faint. She remained standing, while one hand rested on the table for support. Yes, she had known it; had stood by powerless, paralysed, while this thing approached; had[Pg 244] seen it even as Cassandra saw from afar the horror which she had been unable to avert24.
Opening her eyes, she met the gaze, grieved, pitiful, indignant, of her companion.
"What is to be done?"
Her lips framed the words with difficulty.
A pause; then he said—
"I cannot hold out much hope. But will you come with me to—to—his house and make inquiries25?"
She bowed her head, and gathering26 herself together, led the way from the room.
The snow was falling thick and fast as they emerged from the house, and Lord Watergate handed her into his brougham. It had grown very dark, and the wind had risen.
"The Sycamores," said Lord Watergate to his coachman, as he took his seat by Gertrude, and drew the fur about her knees.
Mrs. Maryon, watching from the shop window, shrugged27 her shoulders.
"Who would have thought it? But you never can tell. And that Phyllis! It's twice I've seen her with the fair-haired gentleman, with his beard cut like a foreigner's. It's[Pg 245] what you'd expect from her, poor creature—but Gertrude!"
"They have got the rooms on lease," grumbled28 Mr. Maryon, from among his pestles29 and mortars30.
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