"Are you going out anywhere this evening, Stewart?"
"Of course I am going out," he answered impatiently. "Why do you ask? I am not going to be mewed up here in this stifling2 room all the evening."
"No, of course not," she answered very gently and without an inflection in her voice to betray that she perceived the irritation3 of his tone. "Of course not. You go out every evening, as every one else does here. I only asked because I think of going with you."
"You, Harry4?" he said, with real embarrassment5, but with feigned6 cordiality. "That is a sudden start. Why, you have never been out in the evening since we've been here but once, and then you seemed to dislike the place very much. Have you not been out to-day?"
"Yes, I have. I walked a long way to-day. But I have a fancy to go to the Kursaal this evening. George Dallas tells me a number of new people have come, and I have a fancy to see them."
Stewart Routh frowned. He disliked this fancy of his wife's; he did not understand it. Harriet had always shrunk from strangers and crowds, and had gone to Homburg very unwillingly7. On their first arrival, when he would have been tolerably willing to take her about with him, though he felt a growing repugnance8 to her society, she would not go out except to drink the waters early in the day, and now, on an occasion when it was particularly inconvenient9 to him, she took a fancy to go out. Besides, he hated the mention of George Dallas's name. There was a tacit sympathy between him and Harriet on this point. True, she bore the pain of his daily visits, but then she was accustomed to bearing pain. But she rarely spoke of him, and she knew his intercourse10 with Routh was very slight and casual. Harriet possessed11 even more than the ordinary feminine power of divination12 in such matters, and she felt instinctively13 that Mr. Felton both disliked and distrusted her husband.
"It is fortunate we do not want to use Dallas for our purpose any longer," Harriet had said to herself on only the second occasion of her seeing the uncle and nephew together--"very fortunate; for Mr. Felton would be a decided14 and a dangerous antagonist15. Weak and wavering as George is, his uncle could rule him, I am sure, and would do so, contrary to us." This impression had been confirmed since Harriet had watched, as she was in the habit of doing, the proceedings16 of Mr. Felton and George at Homburg. When George visited her, he rarely mentioned Routh, and she knew they had not dined together ever since they had been there. Assisted, insensibly, by his uncle's opinion and influence, George had emancipated17 himself, as all his reflections had dictated18, but all his resolutions had failed to accomplish. So Harriet ceased to mention George to Routh, and thus it was that her speech jarred unpleasantly upon his ear.
"Indeed," he said. "I should think Dallas a very poor judge of what is or is not likely to amuse you. However, I'm sorry I can't take you out this evening. I have an engagement."
Still she kept her head turned from him and looked out of the window. He glanced at her uneasily, cleared his throat, and went on:
"I promised to meet Hunt and Kirkland at the tables to-night and try our luck. I'm sorry for it, Harry, and I'll keep to-morrow evening quite free. That will do for you, won't it?"
"Yes," she replied; "that will do."
She did not look round, and he did not approach her. He fidgeted about the room a little, sorted his letters, tied them up in a bundle, locked them into his travelling desk, and finally, with another uneasy glance at her, he left the room. Harriet sat quite still, her hand upon the curtain, her face towards the window. So she sat for several minutes after he had left the house, in evening dress, with a loose paletot on, and she had seen him go down the street towards the Kursaal. Then she wrote a few lines to George Dallas, and, having sent her note, once more seated herself by the window. The room was darkening in the quick coming night, and her figure was indistinct in its motionless attitude by the window, when George came gaily19 into her presence.
"Here I am, Mrs. Routh. What are your commands? Nothing wrong with you, I hope? I can't see you plainly in the dusk. Where's Routh?"
"He has gone out. He had an engagement, and I have a particular fancy to go out this evening, to see the world; in fact, at the Kursaal, in particular. You are always so kind and obliging, I thought, as Stewart could not take me, if your mother did not particularly want you this evening, you might give me your escort for an hour."
"Too delighted," said George, with genuine pleasure. "I am quite free. Mr. Carruthers is with my mother, and my uncle is writing letters for the American mail."
Harriet thanked him, and left the room; but returned almost immediately, with her bonnet20 on, and wearing a heavy black lace veil.
"You will be smothered21 in that veil, Mrs. Routh," said George, as they left the house. "And you won't get the full benefit of this delightful22 evening air."
"I prefer it," she said; "there are some men here, friends of Stewart, whom I don't care to see."
They went on, almost in silence, for Harriet was very thoughtful, and George was wondering what made her so "low," and whether these friends of Routh's were any of the "old set." He hoped, for Harriet's sake, Routh was not playing recklessly. He was very clever, of course, but still--and with all the wisdom and the zeal23 of his present mental and moral condition, George shook his head at the idea of a deflection into gambling24 on the part of Routh.
The often-described scene at the Kursaal displayed all the customary features. Light, gilding25, gaiety, the lustre26 and rustle27 of women's dress, the murmur28 of voices and the ring of laughter in all the rooms not devoted29 to play; but at the tables, silence, attention, and all the variety which attends the exhibition of the passion of gambling in all its stages. From the careless lounger, who, merely passing through the rooms, threw a few florins on the table to try what the game was like, to the men and women who lived for and in the hours during which the tables were open to them, all, with the intermediate ranks of votaries30 and degrees of servitude, were there.
George was so accustomed to Harriet's retiring manners, and so prepared to find the scene distasteful to her, that he did not notice her unwillingness31 to assume a prominent position in any of the rooms through which they passed. As they entered each, she drew him a little behind the crowd in occupation, and talked to him about the style of the apartment, its decoration, the brilliancy of its light--in short, made any commonplace remarks which occurred to her.
They were standing32 near the door of one of the saloons, and Harriet, though her veil was not lifted, was scanning from behind its shelter curiously33, and with a rapid sharpness peculiar34 to her, the brilliant-dressed crowd, talking, laughing, flirting35, lounging on the velvet36 seats, and some furtively37 yawning in the weariness of their hearts; when a sudden brisk general flutter and a pervading38 whisper attracted the attention of both. The movement was caused by the entrance of a lady, so magnificently dressed and so extremely handsome that she could not have failed to create a sensation in any resort of gaiety, fashion, and the pomp and pride of life. The voluminous folds of her blue satin dress were covered, overflowed39 rather, by those of a splendid mantilla of black lace, worn Spanish fashion over her head, where a brilliant scarlet40 flower nestled between the rich filmy fabric41 and the lustrous42 black brown hair coiled closely round it. She came in, her head held up, her bright black eyes flashing, her whole face and figure radiant with reckless beauty and assertion. Two or three gentlemen accompanied her, and her appearance had the same processional air which George had commented upon in the morning. The lady was Mrs. Ireton P. Bembridge.
"We're in luck, Mrs. Routh," said George. "Here comes my uncle's fair friend, or fair enemy, whichever she may he, in all her splendour. What a pity Mr. Felton is not here! Perhaps she will speak to me."
"Perhaps so," whispered Harriet, as she slipped her hand from under his arm, and sat down on a bench behind him. "Pray don't move, please. I particularly wish to be hidden."
At this moment, Mrs. Ireton P. Bembridge, advancing with her train, and amid the looks of the assembly, some admiring, some affecting the contemptuous, and a few not remarkably43 respectful, approached George. From behind him, where her head just touched the back of his elbow, Harriet's blue eyes were fixed44 upon her. But the triumphant45 beauty was quite unconscious of their gaze. She stopped for a moment, and spoke to George.
"Good evening, Mr. Dallas. Is Mr. Felton here? No? He is expecting his son, I suppose."
"He does not know, madam. He has not heard from him."
"Indeed! But Arthur is always lazy about letter-writing. However, he will be here soon, to answer for himself."
"Will he? Do you know, my uncle is very anxious--"
She interrupted him with a laugh and a slight gesture of her hand, in which the woman watching her discerned an insolent46 meaning, then said, as she passed on:
"He knows where to find me, if he wants to know what I can tell him. Good evening, Mr. Dallas."
"Did you hear that, Harriet?" said George, in an agitated47 voice, after he had watched the brilliant figure as it mingled48 with the crowd in the long saloon.
"I did," said Harriet. "And though I don't understand her meaning, I think there is something wrong and cruel in it. That is a bold, bad woman, George," she went on, speaking earnestly; "and though I am not exactly the person entitled to warn you against dangerous friends--"
"Yes, yes, you are," interrupted George, eagerly, as he drew her hand again under his arm, and they moved on; "indeed you are. You are the best of friends to me. When I think of all the past, I hardly know how to thank you enough. All that happened before I went to Amsterdam, and the way you helped me out of my scrapes, and all that happened since; the good advice you gave me! Only think what would have happened to me if I had not acted upon it."
He was going on eagerly, when she stopped him by the iron pressure of her fingers upon his arm.
"Pray don't," she said. "I am not strong now. I can't talk of these--of anything that agitates49 me."
"I beg your pardon," said George, soothingly50. "I ought to have remembered. And also, Mrs. Routh, I know you never like to be thanked. What were you going to say when I thoughtlessly interrupted you?"
"I was going to say," she replied, in quite her customary tone, "that I don't think this American lady would be a very safe friend, and that I don't think she feels kindly51 towards your uncle. There was something malicious52 in her tone. Is your uncle uneasy about his son?"
The question put George into a difficulty, and Harriet, with unfailing tact53, perceived in a moment that it had done so. "I remember," she said, "the tone in which Mr. Felton wrote of his son, in his first letter, was not favourable54 to him; but this is a family matter, George, and you are quite right not to tell me about it."
"Thank you, Mrs. Routh," said George. "You are always right, and always kind. I must tell my uncle what has passed this evening. Thus much I may say to you. He has had no news of his son lately, and will be very glad to receive any."
"I don't think he will be glad to receive news of his son through her," said Harriet. All the time this conversation lasted she had been scanning the crowd through which they were moving, and noting every fresh arrival.
"Shall we go into the gardens? the lights look pretty," she continued.
George acquiesced55, and they passed through the wide doors and down the broad steps into the gay scene over which the tranquil56 starlit sky spread a canopy57 of deep cloudless blue; the blue of tempered steel; the dark blue of the night, which is so solemnly beautiful.
"Are you always so successful?" a voice, pitched to a low and expressive58 key, said to a lady, who sat, an hour later that night, with a heap of gold and silver beside her, under the brilliant light which streamed down over the gaming-tables and their occupants, but lighted up no such dauntless, bright, conquering beauty as hers. The man who had spoken stood behind her; his hand rested on the back of her chair, and was hidden in the folds of the laced drapery which fell over her dress. She gave him an upward, backward flash of her black eyes, and answered:
"Always, and in everything. I invariably play to win. But sometimes I care little for the game, and tire of it in the winning. Now, for instance, I am tired of this."
"Will you leave it, then?"
"Of course," and she rose as she spoke, took up her money, dropped it with a laugh into a silver-net bag, a revival59 of the old gypsin, which hung at her waist, and, drawing her lace drapery round her, moved away. The man who had spoken followed her closely and silently. She passed into one of the saloons, and out into a long balcony, on which a row of windows opened, and which overlooked the gardens filled with groups of people.
A band was stationed in one of the rooms which opened upon the terrace, and the music sounded pleasantly in the still air.
"And so you are always successful!" said the man who had spoken before to the lady, who leaned upon the balcony, with light from within just tingeing60 the satin of her dress, and the faint light of the moon and stars lending her grace and beauty a softened61 radiance which well became them, though somewhat foreign to them. "I believe that firmly. Indeed, how could you fail? I cannot fancy you associated with defeat. I cannot fancy anything but triumph for such a Venus Victrix as you are!"
"You say very pretty things," was the slightly contemptuous answer, "and you say them very well. But I think I am a little tired of them, among other things. You see, I have heard so many of them, ever since I can remember. In fact, I have eaten bonbons62 of every kind, of all the colours, as they say in Paris, and they pall63 upon my taste now."
"You are not easily understood," said her companion; "but you are the most enchanting64 of enigmas65."
"Again!" she said, and held up an ungloved hand, on which jewels shone in the dim mixed light.
"Yes, again and again!" he replied, and he drew nearer to her, and spoke eagerly, earnestly, in low fervent66 tones. She did not shrink from him; she listened, with her arms wrapped in her lace mantle67, resting upon the balcony, the long black eyelashes shading her eyes, and the head, with the scarlet flower decking it, bent--not in timidity, but in attentive68 thought. The man leaned with his back against the balcony and his face turned partly towards her, partly towards the open windows, through which the light was shining. The lady listened, but rarely uttered a word. It was a story, a narrative69 of some kind, which her companion was telling, and it evidently interested her.
They were alone. The rooms within filled, and emptied, and filled again, and people rambled70 about them, went out upon the terrace and into the gardens; but no one intruded71 upon the tête-á-tête upon the balcony.
A momentary72 pause in the earnest, passionate73 flow of her companion's speech caused the lady to change her position and look up at him. "What is it?" she said.
"Nothing. Dallas passed by one of the windows just now, and I thought he might have seen me. He evidently did not, for he's just the blundering fool to have come out here to us if he had. It never would occur to him that he could be in any one's way."
There was an exasperation74 in his tone which surprised the lady. But she said, calmly, "I told you I thought him a booby." She resumed her former position, and as she did so the scarlet flower fell from her hair over the parapet. Her companion did not notice the accident, owing to his position. She leaned a little more forward to see where the flower had fallen. A lady, who had, no doubt, been passing along the terrace under the balcony at the moment, had picked it up. Mrs. Ireton P. Bembridge saw the blossom with the deep red colour in the lady's hand as she walked rapidly away, and was lost to sight at the end of the terrace.
A little more time passed, and the American lady and her companion left the balcony, passed through the central hall, and reached the grand entrance of the Kursaal. A close carriage was in waiting, into which the gentleman handed her.
"Where is the flower you wore in your hair to-night?" he said, as he lingered, holding the carriage door in his hand; "have you taken it out? Are you going to give it to me?" Exciting boldness was in his voice, and his keen dark eyes were aflame.
"Impertinent! I lost it; it fell over the balcony while you were talking--talking nonsense, I fancy."
"I will find it when you are gone. I may--No, I will keep it."
"Some one has been too quick for you," she said, with a mischievous75 laugh. "I saw some one pick it up and walk off with it, very quickly too."
"What? and you--"
"Don't be foolish," she interrupted him; "shut the door, please, I'm cold. I want to pull the glass up--I want to get home. There, good-night. Pooh, are you a booby also? It was only a woman!"
A brilliant light was given by the lamps in the portico76, and it shone on her face as she leaned a moment from the carriage window and looked full at him, a marvellous smile on her curved lips and in her black eyes. Then the carriage was gone, and he was standing like a man in a dream.
"Has Mrs. Routh come in?" George had asked, anxiously, of the English servant at Routh's lodgings77, half an hour before.
"Yes, sir; but she has gone to her room, and she told me to give you this."
It was a note, written hastily in pencil, on a card:
"I felt so ill, after you left me to get me the lemonade, that I was afraid to wait for your return, and came home at once. Pray forgive me. I know you will come here first, or I would send to your own house.
"H. R."
"Tell Mrs. Routh I hope to see her to-morrow," said George, "and to find her better." Then he walked slowly towards his mother's house, thinking as he went of Clare Carruthers, of the Sycamores, and of how still, and solemn, and stately that noble avenue of beeches78 in which he saw her first was then doubtless looking in the moonlight; thinking the harmless thoughts of a young man whom love, the purifier, has come to save. A carriage passing him with bright lamps, and a swift vision of sheeny blue seen for an instant, reminded him of Mrs. Ireton P. Bembridge, and turned his thoughts to the topic of his uncle's anxiety. When he reached home, he found Mr. Felton alone; and told him at once what had passed.
"You are quite correct in supposing that I don't particularly like this woman, George," said Mr. Felton, after they had talked for some time, "and that I should prefer any other channel of intelligence. But we must take what we can get, and it is a great relief to get any. It is quite evident there's nothing wrong with him. I don't allude79 to his conduct," said Mr. Felton, with a sigh. "I mean as to his safety. I shall call on her to-morrow."
George bade his uncle good-night, and was going to his own room, when a thought struck him, and he returned.
"It has just occurred to me, uncle," he said, "that Mrs. Bembridge may have a likeness80 of Arthur. From the account you give of her, I fancy she is likely to possess such trophies81. Now we may not require to use such a thing at all, and you have sent for one under any circumstances; still, when you see her, if you consider it expedient82, you might ascertain83 whether she has one in her possession. If her information is not satisfactory, to have a likeness at hand will save time."
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