“Gertrude!” he exclaimed.
“Grant!” she murmured.
The purely3 automatic exercise of this conventional exchange of greetings helped him at first through what must always have been a bitter and terrible moment. For though Grant Slattery had every quality which goes to the making of a man, he had also, about some things, a woman’s sensitiveness.
“It is a long time,” she said softly.
“Time is entirely4 relative,” he remarked didactically.
She seemed a little helpless. It was an embarrassing situation for her and a painful one for him, this encounter with the girl who had jilted him publicly in the face of all Washington society and eloped with his rival. This meeting in the curved archway passage with a flunkey at either end was the first since he had taken leave of her at her house one night three years ago, after an evening at the opera. She had lain in his arms for a moment, her lips had met his willingly—even as he had often remembered since—with a touch of somewhat rare passion. And on the morrow she had become the Princess von Diss and had sailed for Berlin.
“This was bound to happen some day,” she said, regaining5 her self-possession almost to the point of calmness. “I hope that you are going to be nice to me.”
“I was prepared even to be grateful,” he answered, with a little bow. “Alas! now that I see you I find it impossible.”
“Very nice indeed,” she approved. “I don’t think I have changed much, have I?”
“You’re looking more beautiful than ever,” he assured her.
She smiled. His eyes told her that he spoke6 the truth.
“And you,” she went on, “you’re just the same—a little more dignified7 perhaps. They tell me that you have left the diplomatic service. Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“No work left,” he replied. “We move on towards the millennium8.”
Their eyes met for a moment. There was a silent question in hers which he ignored.
“Where were you going?” she enquired9.
“I’ve been lunching at the Club,” he answered. “I was just going to stroll across to the tennis courts for an hour.”
“You can come to the Rooms with me instead,” she suggested. “We will find two chairs and talk for a little time. We can’t part like this.”
He hesitated.
“Am I likely to meet your husband?”
“My husband is not in Monte Carlo at present. I hope you’re not going to be horrid10 about him. Grant—you won’t want to fight a duel11 or anything of that sort?”
“If I had felt that way about it,” he answered, “it would have been at an earlier stage of the proceedings12. A woman has a right to change her mind. I have harboured no grievance13 against any one.”
He turned with her and they made their way to the Bar, almost deserted14 at that early hour, for it was barely four o’clock, and the Rooms were only just opened. They found two comfortable chairs and sat for a few moments in silence. Each was taking stock of the other. He had spoken the truth when he had declared that she was more beautiful than ever. She was very fair, her complexion15 exquisitely16 creamy, with scarcely a tinge17 of colour. Her eyes were so deep a blue that they seemed at times almost to attain18 to that rare and wonderful shade commonly termed violet. Her hair was yellow, the colour of the faint gold in the morning sky. Her lips were a little fuller than the delicacy19 of her features required, but beautifully shaped. Her figure he thought improved. She still possessed20 the grace of long limbs and a slender body, but she had passed from a threatened thinness to a gracious but still delicate shapeliness. He looked admiringly at her beautiful fingers as she withdrew her gloves.
“You always liked my hands,” she murmured, studying them for a moment.
His eyes were fixed21 upon a ring she wore,—a thin platinum22 guard with a single beautifully set pearl. She smiled at him.
“Terribly wrong of me to keep it, I know,” she admitted. “But I have. Do you want it back. Grant?”
“No,” he answered, a little brusquely. “But—”
“But what?”
“I am not going to flirt23 with you,” he declared.
She threw her head back and laughed.
“The same familiar Grant, honest to the point of pugnacity24. Why, my dear man, how do you ever expect to shine as a diplomatist?”
“I have given up the idea,” he reminded her.
“So you are not going to flirt with me,” she sighed.
He avoided the challenge of her eyes, secretly delighted that he found it so easy.
“Since we are here, we must order something,” he insisted, summoning the waiter. “The fellow has been watching us reproachfully for the last five minutes.”
“It’s very early, but I’ll have some tea,” she acquiesced25 resignedly.
Grant gave the order and turned back to his companion. He was forced to make conversation in order to avoid drifting too rapidly into the intimacies26 of the past.
“You find life amusing in Berlin?” he asked politely.
“Not at all. Berlin bores me. That is why I’m here. And I can see perfectly27 well that you are going to do your best to bore me too. I am disappointed in you.”
“That,” he complained, “is a little hard. Now that I am a free man, I am full of intelligent interest in Berlin. I hoped that you might gratify my curiosity.”
“You were there yourself for two years,” she reminded him drily.
“But that was five years ago. The evidences of what I suppose must be called the Royalist movement had only just then begun to appear. Prince Frederick, for instance, was still at school—he had scarcely shown himself in public. Now they tell me that he is almost a popular idol28.”
Gertrude von Diss gazed thoughtfully into her little gold mirror and used her powder puff29 with discretion30.
“My husband being a member of the Government,” she said “I never discuss politics. I wonder if I shall find a place at one of the baccarat tables. I have lost so much in my small way at roulette that I think I shall give it up for a time. It is not amusing to lose always.”
“I’ll go and see, if you like,” he offered politely.
“Presently. Tell me about yourself. Why did you give up the Diplomatic Service?”
“Because there are no diplomatic activities left nowadays for the citizens of the United States,” he replied. “The whole world has become a gigantic mart for tradespeople to buy, sell, and exchange wares31. Consuls32 can do our business. And then I came into the Van Roorden money and turned lazy, I suppose.”
“I don’t follow you at all,” she declared. “Even if commercial achievement has become the guiding lamp of the world, I don’t in the least know what you mean by saying that there is no diplomacy33 left for the United States, Commerce is one of the chief reasons for diplomatic exchanges, isn’t it? I know my adopted country people think so.”
He shrugged34 his shoulders,
“Very likely,” he confessed. “Don’t take me too seriously. I was only inventing a justification35 for my laziness.”
She indulged in a little grimace36.
“You are distressingly37 uncommunicative,” she observed. “I begin to suspect that we are both very clever people. All the same,” she went on reflectively, “I don’t see why we shouldn’t exchange confidences. It might be amusing.”
“It wouldn’t be a fair bargain,” he assured her. “Your husband holds a high official position in Berhn. He must be brought into touch with people who are intimately acquainted with the trend of political thought in every country. I am nobody and I know nobody.”
A smile played for a moment at the corners of her lips.
“You have developed a new and most becoming trait,” she declared. “You’re the first modest man I’ve met for years. We don’t raise them in Berlin.”
“The conceit38 passed out of my system three years and two months ago,” he answered a little bitterly.
She laid her hand upon his. Her voice was almost caressing39.
“There is something I shall tell you about that, some day,” she promised, “something which will help you to understand. Meanwhile try and believe that I too have suffered. I was not so callous40 as I seemed.”
The old spell was upon him for a moment but he told himself that it was only his senses which were enchained; the rest of him was free.
“I am glad to hear that,” he told her with well-simulated indifference41.
The room was invaded by a crowd of young people, mostly in flannels42, who had evidently come down from the tennis courts. The young woman who seemed to be the ringleader of their gaiety—a very attractive looking young person indeed in her white tennis clothes and smart hat—flashed a smile of welcome at Grant as she entered the room. The smile was modified as she glanced a little curiously43 at his companion. When they had settled down for tea at an adjacent table, however, she looked over her shoulder.
“We are having a riotous44 party to-night,” she announced, “dining first at the Villa45, coming down here and going on to dance somewhere afterwards. Will you be my escort?”
“With the utmost pleasure,” he assented46 promptly47. “But shan’t I be getting into trouble? What about Bobby?”
She shook her head dolefully and dropped her voice.
“Misbehaved,” she confided48. “Seen at Nice when he ought to have been playing tennis, yesterday afternoon—terrible! Something Russian, covered with jewels! Bobby can’t afford that sort of thing, you know. We’re sending him to Coventry for at least two days.”
“Poor fellow!” Grant murmured sympathetically.
“Don’t be a hypocrite,” the girl laughed. “You know you’re glad. I don’t think I shall ever look at him again. And I’m all rebound49! Not later than eight-thirty dinner, please. Dad told me that he wanted to see you, but we’re not going to leave you at home to study bridge problems.”
“I shall be punctual,” Grant assured her.
“Can’t talk any more,” she concluded, turning away. “These greedy people are eating up all the chocolate eclairs. As it is, every one’s had more than his share. You are a pig, Arthur!”
“Who is she?” Gertrude enquired under her breath. “I dislike her anyhow. I wanted you to dine with me.”
“I don’t know whether I ought to apologize,” he observed, “for having lost the American habit of introducing. Her name is Susan Yeovil. She’s very charming and very popular. Her little set keep things moving down here.”
“Is she by any chance the daughter of the English Prime Minister?” Gertrude asked eagerly.
Grant nodded.
“Lord Yeovil is down here for the International Congress,” he replied. “They have a villa at Cap Martin.”
“What does he want to see you for?”
“I thought that you might have learnt our secret from what Lady Susan said,” he confided. “We solve the ‘Field’ bridge problems together. Very interesting, some of them.”
“You’re simply horrid,” she declared impatiently.
It was the old pout50 which he remembered so well and a momentary51 tenderness beset52 him. He crushed it back.
“What are you in Monte Carlo for alone, just now, Gertrude?” he demanded, turning the tables upon her.
She drew a newspaper cutting from a thin gold card-case and handed it to him. It contained a list of visitors at the various Riviera hotels, his own name amongst them—underlined. He took the slip of paper from her fingers and looked at it long and earnestly. Then he handed it back without remark.
“That is why I came,” she confessed. “It is perhaps just as foolish an impulse as the impulse which swept me off my feet and made a horrible woman of me three years and two months ago. But it came and I yielded to it. And now, the first night that I am here, you are dining out. You actually accept an invitation from that forward young woman whilst you are sitting by my side.”
He smiled imperturbably53. His impulse of tenderness had passed. He knew now why she had come, and the knowledge gave him an advantage. She had no idea that she had betrayed herself.
“I told you that I had lost my conceit,” he said, “and I am not going to take you literally54. There is no hardship, you see, in exchanging Berlin for Monte Carlo in February.”
“There are other places on the Riviera,” she reminded him. “We have a villa at Cannes and quite a number of friends there. Let me know the worst, Grant. What about to-morrow?”
“To-morrow I am entirely at your service,” he replied, “except for the matter of some tennis in the afternoon. We must lunch together.”
She sighed contentedly55.
“You aren’t going to be absolutely horrid, then?”
“I couldn’t be for long,” he assured her. “All the same, I am afraid that I’m running a terrible risk.”
Again the smile—and with it the little stab at his heart. He was a man with instincts of faithfulness.
“I may be running that risk myself,” she whispered.
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