“Lord Lyndwood,” she said softly, and beckoned1 him with her fan.
The shifting idle crowds of the Mall divided them, but if her voice was lost on the gay summer air (already so laden2 with whispers and laughter) he saw the gesture and came over to her.
Her languishing3 eyes were reproachful as he kissed her hand.
“La! I have seen so little of you! Will you walk on with me?”
“Is there need to ask, my dear?”
She tossed her head, her cheeks were suffused4 with colour. As they sauntered side by side under the lime trees her glance searched for rivals to witness and envy.
“I am to play Statira to-night.”
“Who is Roxana?” He smiled down at her dark prettiness.
“Do you care?” she pouted5.
“Not at all.”
“’Tis Miss Fenton in an ugly red gown from Paris,” she informed him; “a hoyden6!”
Rose Lyndwood looked languidly before him. She touched his black velvet7 sleeve with scented8 fingers.
“Will you come?” she demanded, her regard full of fire and entreaty9.
“To-night?”
“I am not playing tomorrow.”
“Then I will come to-night.”
She flounced her white skirts out of the dust.
“Only come if it please you.”
“Why, it pleases me,” smiled Lord Lyndwood.
They were nearing St. James’s Park. Very pleasantly the evening light glimmered10 in the fresh leaves of the limes and chestnuts11 and lay in flakes12 of gold on the lake, where the white ducks swam. Long pale shadows trailed over the gravel13 walks and close grass lawns; here and there the red and pink of the hawthorns14 starred the green.
For a little while the actress was silent. When they reached the edge of the water she looked up at her companion; her wide straw hat cast half her face into the shade and the red strings15 tied at her throat showed off the whiteness of her round chin.
“You are going to be married, I am told.”
“The town knows it,” he replied.
“At last!” laughed Frances Beale. “Well, I wish you happiness.”
He turned a glance on her that checked her laughter.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said.
They had paused at the margin16 of the lake; the gold ripples17 ran like a pathway from the toe of Mrs. Beale’s little shoe to the tall poplars on the opposite bank, through the dark leaves of which the sun blazed, cloudless to its setting.
“You are very fortunate,” said Mrs. Beale, gazing at the water. “The wealthy Miss Hilton. La, there has been a power of men after her swinging fortune!”
“That isn’t amusing,” answered Rose Lyndwood. “I think, my dear, that you had better leave the subject.”
“Am I bound to be amusing?” she demanded.
He lifted his hat to a passing acquaintance.
“’Tis your profession,” he replied lazily.
She shrugged18 her shoulders.
“You endeavour to put me off—you think me a fool, no doubt; but I know what every fool knows, that old Hilton has been playing for you for a year and more.” Her accent was violent and slightly vulgar; she pulled tempestuously19 at some unhappy roses at her breast and scattered20 them on the ground. “That doll!” she cried. Then her tone softened21. “Well, ’tis the way of the world,” and she sighed.
One pale fair cloud hovered22 above the poplars opposite. Lord Lyndwood looked at it as he answered:
“There is no remark to be made about such a commonplace affair save this, that the lady is too good for me.”
Mrs. Beale laughed.
“Too good—yes! You aren’t seen with her much.”
“Miss Hilton is indisposed,” he answered. “And, by Gad23, Fanny, I’ll not have you speak in such fashion—of her or me!”
She wilted24 at once beneath the hint of his anger.
“Why, I meant no harm,” she breathed quickly. “Forget about it, and come to see Statira to-night. You promised.”
He rewarded her submission25 with a smile.
“I will be there from the rise of the curtain.”
They sauntered on again. Mrs. Beale found consolation26 for much in the glances bestowed27 on her companion and by the reflection that half the town must have seen whom she walked with, yet this was only a passing pleasure merely softening28 deep and sad feeling.
“Come and tell Statira that she was better than Roxana, afterwards,” she said. “We so seldom see you in the Fields now that I think ye must go to Drury Lane.”
A sudden breeze arose, ruffling29 the water and blowing the ends of his powdered hair on to her shoulder.
“I have been occupied of late, in truth,” he answered.
“With Miss Hilton?” she could not resist saying.
“With my approaching marriage—yes.” Then he laughed sweetly. “Let Statira expect me to-night after the play.”
“Statira will be proud.” Her eyes glowed. “La, I shall act well to-night!”
“As always.”
“Ah, no!” she answered almost bitterly. “I cannot act. I can rant30 upon the boards, ’tis all. When most I wish to disguise my feelings, then do I find how poor an actress I am.”
“Do you wish to act for my benefit, my dear?” asked Lord Lyndwood lightly.
She gave him a dark bright glance.
“Sometimes, maybe. Now the sun is setting, will you see me to my chair?”
They made slow way back through the thinning crowd.
Mrs. Beale was suddenly gay.
“What flowers will you bring me to-night? When last I played Statira, Lord Sandys sent me more yellow roses than I could wear in a month. The Fenton was furious; but you, nothing from you!”
“I was in Kent.” His words were the merest excuse, but his eyes made amends31. “I will redeem32 myself to-night.”
Her lids drooped33.
“Whatever you may send I will wear.”
He sighed.
“What can London yield fair enough?”
“Anything you have chosen,” she answered in a low voice. Then abruptly34 she looked up at him. “Don’t you know it?”
“My hopes were, maybe, so presumptuous35.”
They reached her chair under the limes. The golden dust of evening hovered in the chilling air; overhead the sky was a fading blue, and the fragrant36 leaves shivered together.
The grey eyes of Rose Lyndwood laughed into the fair face of Frances Beale, and for a moment she forgot that there were many to mark it.
“Till to-night, au revoir,” she said, and her lips quivered.
He had possession of her hand for some seconds. When at last she drew up the glass and her chair was borne away down the Mall, he sauntered idly in the opposite direction.
The long walks emptied as the sky filled with deep and pure gold and the encroaching shadows merged37 into one darkness over the park.
Rose Lyndwood leant against the posts that bordered the grass, and drew a letter from his pocket, the latter part of which he reread in the waning38 afterglow:
“ . . . Marius is staying with Mr. Brereton now; I had his Confidences before he left. Had You heard You had pitied! He is very much in Love. He does not, it seems, know her Name, though she has his. He is awaiting her letter in an ardour Beautiful to behold39.
“I tell You this to put a gloss40 upon his Selfishness. He is frankly41 Pleased at your Marriage and the prospect42 it unfolds for him. He desires you will write to him to let him know your Commands about his attendance at the Ceremony.
“My Lady has forgiven you; indeed, I think has forgotten that she Ever reproached you. She makes complaint of Miss Hilton’s lack of Pedigree, but wishes her friendship. I think she is not Eager to go to London for the Wedding, which she desires to be very Private, so as not to make a show of a necessity; but this must be as you Wish.
“From what you say of Miss Hilton I think she must be Good and Sweet. Convey our duty to her; we shall be glad when you bring her to Lyndwood.
“We are very Quiet here now Marius has gone, and the white Roses that are Just coming to a bloom are become my best Companions.—Your dutiful cousin,
“Susannah Chressham.
“POSTSCRIPTUM.—I have had no Letter for a long While from Miss Boyle. Is she still in Bristol? I heard you had met her at The Wells. I would be Obliged if you would Tell me if she be in London and at what address.—S. C.”
Rose Lyndwood folded up the letter, returned it to his pocket, and walked idly through the twilight43 streets to his mansion44 near Panton Square.
His solitary45 and splendid dinner over, he answered his cousin’s letter in this manner, writing with a steady hand but showing a face which reflected emotions not to be forever repressed:
“MY COUSIN,—Accept my dear thanks, and this brief answer, for your Epistle, which was pleasant to receive and to read.
“The marriage is for the 3rd of July in St. James’s Church. Very few will be present. I shall not desire my Lady’s attendance.
“Afterwards we go to Paris, and shall return to Lyndwood the beginning of August, when I shall desire Marius to be at home that I may Speak with him.
“I have seen but Little of Miss Hilton; at present she is Indisposed and confined to her House.
“She sings and plays with a Charming air, but I think she hath a Melancholy46 disposition47.
“Convey my Service to her Ladyship.—Your dutiful cousin,
“Lyndwood.
“POSTSCRIPTUM.—I have not seen Miss Boyle since I was at the Wells. I believe she is still at Bristol.—L.”
As the Earl sealed this letter he smiled with a sad disdain—not at what he had said, but at what lay unexpressed behind the bare sentences, and for a while he sat silent with dreaming eyes.
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hoyden
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flakes
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ripples
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prospect
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mansion
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solitary
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