“He hath been considering this move for some time,” answered Miss Chressham quietly. “He hath, I think, an idea of independence. It is a pity he will not go abroad again.”
“To leave us so suddenly!” continued the Countess heedlessly. “But last night I thought he seemed to me strange when he took you to the masque.”
“Perhaps, after all, it is better for him,” said Susannah gently; and moved so that the candle-light did not fall over her face.
“I thought Rose might have come today,” commented my lady, with the air of a grievance6, “but I swear he has not been over-attentive of late.”
Miss Chressham sighed. She could no more have confided7 in her aunt than in a child. My lord’s troubles were not to be helped by his mother; yet one matter his cousin brought herself to mention, since it must be faced sooner or later.
“Rose is too extravagant8. I think it begins to weigh with him.”
The Countess Agatha was drawing on her fine silk gloves.
“Well, my dear,” she smiled sweetly, “what did he marry that woman for? Not to stint9 himself.”
“Stint himself!” Miss Chressham smiled too, but sadly. “His entertainments cost thousands, and his losses at cards—I do not care to think of them. No fortune could stand it, and Mr. Hilton, I hear, has lost money in Holland.”
“And what of Selina Boyle?” asked the Countess Agatha, with her trick of changing the subject at random10, as if she never listened to what was said to her. “And that odious11 stuff in the Gazette? I hope you told her that it was too foolish to be noticed, and that I laughed at it; but, of course, I have no doubt it is true, nor that that impossible Lavinia wrote it.”
“I suppose it can be lived down,” answered Susannah. “But Sir Francis and Mr. Boyle are furious.”
“Do you think ’twill come to a duel12 with Rose?” asked the Countess vaguely13.
“No—oh, no.” Miss Chressham was positive.
“But ’tis infatuation for her?”
“Yes.”
“And she?” The Countess Agatha’s soft eyes were sympathetic.
Miss Chressham gave a painful little laugh.
“I am afraid that she—is in love.”
“And that wretched creature comes between them!” sighed the elder lady. “It is too provoking Selina could not have had the money. She is quite charming, and I always liked her. But are you sure of Rose?” she asked suddenly. “There have been so many!”
Miss Chressham coloured.
“What are we talking of? It is all very foolish, and I vow you will be late, Aunt Agatha.”
The Countess glanced at the clock.
“You are certain you will not accompany me, Susannah?”
“Indeed, I am too tired. And now my lord is waiting.”
“Marius may come this evening. There are many of his things here. Do you see him, then say I blame him for this desertion.”
With that the Countess kissed her niece and left the room in a flutter of golden embroideries15. She was as gay, in her delicate lady’s way, as Rose, and as extravagant. Susannah sometimes wondered what the dowager Lady Lyndwood would do if the money failed, and she thought she could guess. The Countess had the light way of taking things that would allow her to marry again, and still remain true to the one passion and tragedy of her life—the love and death of the Earl.
Miss Chressham went to the window and watched the Countess, by the light of the link-boys’ torches, being handed into the coach by Lord Willouby, who had been waiting for her patiently in the great empty drawing-room below.
Susannah saw them drive off, then let the curtains fall. She felt sad yet excited at a tension not to be explained. Everything had ended more quietly than she could have expected, yet she felt as if on the verge17 of great events.
Rose had met Sir Francis, and nothing had happened. The Gazette scandal appeared to have blown over; there had been no word from Selina Boyle since last night.
Marius had taken his answer quietly. She was sorry he had left them, frankly18 regretting his company, but she respected his motives20, one of which she suspected to be the desire to avoid the Countess Lavinia, who could no longer, with any shadow of a decent excuse, seek him out for her amusement.
Poor Marius! Susannah thought of him with tenderness. He had behaved very well; he had finer stuff in him than had Rose, but——
Her reflections touched the state of the Earl’s fortunes. She told herself that it must be this casting a gloom over her spirits.
He would say so little, and that little a sneer21, or mocking. He acted on such sudden desperate impulses, as in the matter of his marriage. Never had he been frank with her, and she, sensitive to his reserve, had equally never been able to bring herself to probe into his affairs. She knew that he must be entangled22 in debt. She feared a sudden downfall of his fortunes, but she knew—with certainty—nothing.
She sat down at the spinet23 and played a little madrigal24 by Orlando Gibbons that was associated with her earliest childhood. When her fingers fell still her hands dropped into her lap, and she sat motionless, staring across the gorgeous chamber5.
The mirror behind her reflected her slender figure in the tight lilac silk, the loops of soft brown hair falling over the muslin fichu and the faint coloured keys of the spinet.
Her reverie was disturbed by the entry of my lady’s black page; she thought he came to announce Marius, and her heart fluttered.
But it was a lady who desired to be admitted. She said she came from Lyndwood House, and the page thought her the maid of the younger Countess.
Susannah paled with anger and distaste. What impertinence was this on the part of the odious Honoria Pryse?
“My lady is at Ranelagh,” she said. “I suppose this person hath come to see her.”
“No, madam; she asked for you.”
A swift stab of premonitory disaster prevented Miss Chressham from sending the message that was at first on her lips—a curt16 refusal to see the Countess Lavinia’s maid. Surely something desperate must have occurred before Honoria Pryse would seek her out; but the boy might be mistaken.
“Bring her to me,” she commanded briefly25.
Then in the moment that she waited a sudden sense of helplessness, of loneliness, overcame Susannah Chressham. Something was going to happen—something perhaps had happened—to Rose, and she was here alone to meet it, to decide.
But when the door again opened she stood braced26 to face the person she had expected—Lady Lyndwood’s maid.
Honoria Pryse entered softly. She was simply attired27 in a shade of dull purple that set off the rich gold colour of her hair; a chip straw shaded her face, and she wore a dark cloak; her manner and bearing was absolutely composed and quiet. She dropped an indifferent curtsey, and waited until the black boy had left them, summing up the while with keen eyes Miss Chressham, who kept her place at the spinet, and spoke28 as soon as they were alone.
“You have come to see me?” she inquired, with a coldness in great contrast to her usual manner.
“Yes, madam.”
“I cannot conceive on what subject.”
Honoria smiled.
“Do you know me, Miss Chressham? I am the Countess’s woman, and have been with her since she was a child.”
“I remember you very well,” answered Susannah. “Will you please tell me your errand?”
Honoria, still completely at her ease, came further into the room.
“I expect, madam, you will be surprised that I come to you, but I believe you will be interested in what I have to say, and I have always known that you were a sensible, cool-headed lady.”
This was said gravely, without a hint of flattery. Susannah was impressed with a sense of something weighty behind the words—the image of Selina, of Rose, flashed through her mind. What had happened?
“Sit down,” she said, controlling herself, “and tell me your errand.”
Honoria calmly seated herself on one of the gilt29 chairs, and clasped her mittened30 hands in her lap.
“My Lady Agatha is out?” she asked.
“Yes, I am alone.”
Honoria regarded her shrewdly.
“You know, madam, that my mistress came here this afternoon?”
“No,” answered Susannah. “I have been abroad all day.”
“Will you listen to me for a few moments? I think you will find it to your interest, madam.”
Miss Chressham twisted her handkerchief in agitated31 fingers.
“Say what you will.”
A faint smile touched the maid’s thin lips.
“You were at the masque last night? My lord and my lady were there, as you know. My lady returned about three of the clock, and found a letter from Mr. Hilton with ill news in it. She waited up for my lord, and there followed a scene of some violence—on her part.”
Miss Chressham interrupted.
“What do you mean by recounting to me these things? I will not hear them.”
“I tell you them merely to explain what follows, madam,” answered Honoria, unmoved. “My lady, who beats herself in a vain passion of hatred32 against my lord’s scorn, comes upstairs in a fever, talking incoherently of ruin, and falls into hysterics. She faints three or four times in the night, and lies in a stupor33 till midday. This morning a friend of Sir Francis Boyle comes with, I think, a challenge for my lord, who leaves the house, with no inquiry34 after the Countess.”
“A challenge!” interjected Miss Chressham.
“I believe so, madam; but I am speaking of my mistress. She rose this afternoon, took the coach, and came here, though she was not fit to leave the house. Soon after she returned and told me that Mr. Marius—Captain Lyndwood—had left here and taken lodging35 in Westminster. She said she had the address.”
“They gave it to her!” cried Susannah angrily.
“She said so,” repeated Honoria. “She seemed very weak, and almost beside herself; she raved36 against my lord and his family, and talked of Bedlam37 and the madness in her family, but she insisted on going out again to drink tea with Lady Fulton. It was late then, and she would neither take me nor the coach, but got into a chair. There was none with her, only a page following.”
“Go on,” said Susannah faintly, as Honoria paused.
“My lord came home soon after. He and my lady were due at a ball at Trefusis House; he sent up to know if she was coming, and when I said she was yet abroad, he left without comment.”
“And she has not returned?” broke in Miss Chressham. “You are going to tell me that she has not returned?”
“She had not, madam, when I left the house an hour ago; but the page returned, and the chair. My lady had dismissed them both by St. Martin’s-inthe-Fields, and she gave the boy a gold piece not to hang round with the chair, nor yet to attract attention by going back immediately, which commands the little wretch14 carried out; but I frightened the truth from him. He said my lady seemed distracted—that she told him she would return in a hackney, and that she went, on foot, towards Westminster.”
Susannah put her hand before her eyes, as if a fierce light burnt them.
“And—what do you think?” she asked hoarsely38.
Honoria regarded her steadily39.
“I think my lady means to run away with Mr. Marius.”
“Oh, my God!” murmured Susannah. She rose desperately40 and looked wildly about her. “My God, what shall I do?”
“She has gone to his lodgings41,” continued Honoria. “She is there now. I never believed that she would do anything so desperate, but it is amazing how she hates my lord.”
“Captain Lyndwood will bring her back,” cried Susannah, remembering last night. “I can trust him for that. He will see her insanity42, and bring her back.”
“Do you think so?” asked Honoria. “If she throws herself on his pity, madam?”
The flash of hope died away. How could she tell what Marius would see as his duty? He was inflamed43 against the Earl, rejected by herself, bitter against his world. In a manner the Countess had always been on his conscience. She had no guarantee that he would not respond to my lady’s madness, and her mind rushed forward to that piteous terrible picture of flight, pursuit, and an unworthy death for one of them by fratricide.
In her bitterness she turned on Honoria.
“Why have you come to me? You—you who have ministered to all this creature’s vilest44 qualities, you who were at the back of this in the paper, you who have ever dragged her down—why have you come here smugly to tell me of this last shame?”
Honoria Pryse rose.
“I came to ask you if you cared to help me prevent it,” she said, in no way stirred. “It is not to my interest that my mistress should hurl45 herself into the gutter46. What do I become but a target for the vengeance47 of my lord? I thought that you would not care to see your house disgraced. I believed that you would give a great deal to save the Earl of Lyndwood’s name from infamy48.”
She paused, and Susannah, very pale, lifted her eyes.
“What makes you so sure of that?” she asked
The glance of the two women met.
“Is it not true?” demanded Honoria.
Miss Chressham drew a painful breath.
“Yes, it is true,” she said quietly.
“Then our interests meet, madam. My lady would not listen to me; she—or Mr. Marius—might listen to you.”
“You suggest I should pursue?” cried Susannah, her whole being shrinking from the thought.
“Yes,” answered Honoria. “I ask you, madam, to come with me, at once, to Captain Lyndwood’s lodgings to bring my lady home before my lord discovers.”
Susannah put her hand to her brow. On what distasteful adventure, with what distasteful ally, was she invited to embark49?
But it did not occur to her either to mistrust or question, or to hesitate as to what she must do.
“Very well,” she said quietly. “I will accompany you at once, and I must thank you for coming.”
Honoria gave her a look, curious, of admiration50.
“I knew you would take it in this fashion,” she said. “Many ladies would not have believed me—most, I think.” She laughed.
“I think we all know the truth when we hear it,” answered Susannah. “Nor can we choose our allies, or our instruments. I may not now question your motives in speaking to me. Again, I am glad of your assistance.”
“If I have been of any use,” said Honoria, “it is very well. Are you ready now, madam, to accompany me?”
Miss Chressham glanced at the timepiece. It was nine of the clock. The Countess Agatha would not return until perhaps two or three.
“It will be best,” said Susannah, “if we avoid all observation. Will you walk to the end of the street and wait there for me? I can, I think, make some excuse to my maid.”
“Very well, madam.” Honoria Pryse turned quietly to the door. “Shall I call a hackney?”
Susannah observed her; she could not dislike her manner, and vulgar, mean little soul that she was, this Honoria Pryse, she seemed a person of control and resource.
Miss Chressham assented51. “I shall not be delayed more than a few moments.”
The Countess Lavinia’s maid curtsied gravely, and left the room, as if she departed for the most ordinary errand.
For a second Susannah stood still and dazed. She had, all her life, been a spectator of, and a wise commentator52 on, other people’s actions. Never until now had she been called upon to decide, to act, to accomplish, to put a thing through for the sake of a tremendous end. She could not reflect on what she did nor how she was going to do it. Why she did it was the one paramount53 fact in her mind. She put it to herself in so many words; and this strange creature who had come to her penetrated54 her motive19.
“I think you would risk a great deal to save the Earl of Lyndwood’s name from infamy.”
Well, what did it matter if the whole world so thought? She set her teeth and threw back her shoulders. As long as she could save his name from this woman who bore it, she would.
The colour was in her face, and the fire in her eyes, as she went upstairs for her hat and mantle55.
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