Rob's improvement dated from the moment he opened his eyes and heard the soft rustle3 of a lady's skirts in the next room. He lay quietly listening, and realised by and by that he had known she was Mary Abinger all along.
'Who is that?' he said abruptly4 to Dick, who was swinging his legs on the dressing5-table. Dick came to him as awkwardly as if he had been asked to hold a baby, and saw no way of getting out of it. Sick-rooms chilled him.
'Are you feeling better now, old fellow?' he asked.
'Who is it?' Rob repeated, sitting up in bed.
'That is my sister,' Dick said.
Rob's head fell back. He could not take it in all at once. Dick thought he had fallen asleep, and tried to slip gently from the room, discovering for the first time as he did so that his shoes creaked.
'Don't go,' said Rob, sitting up again. 'What is your sister's name?'
'Abinger, of course, Mary Abinger,' answered Dick, under the conviction that the invalid was still off his head. He made for the door again, but Rob's arm went out suddenly and seized him.
'No, of course not,' said Dick, humouring him.
'I want to see her,' Rob said authoritatively7.
'Certainly,' answered Dick, escaping into the other room to tell Mary that the patient was raving8 again.
'I heard him,' said Mary.
'Well, what's to be done?' asked her brother. 'He's madder than ever.'
'Oh no, I think he's getting on nicely now,' Mary said, moving toward the bedroom.
'Don't,' exclaimed Dick, getting in front of her; 'why, I tell you his mind is wandering. He says you're not my sister.'
'Of course he can't understand so long as he thinks your name is Simms.'
'Oh, Dick,' said Mary, 'I wish you would go away and write a stupid article.'
Dick, however, stood at the door, ready to come to his sister's assistance if Rob got violent.
'He says you are his sister,' said the patient to Mary.
'So I am,' said Mary softly. 'My brother writes under the name of Noble Simms, but his real name is Abinger. Now you must lie still and think about that; you are not to talk any more.'
'I won't talk any more,' said Rob slowly. 'You are not going away, though?'
'Just for a little while,' Mary answered. 'The doctor will be here presently.'
'Well, you have quieted him,' Dick admitted.
They were leaving the room, when they heard Rob calling.
'There he goes again,' said Dick, groaning.
'What is it?' Mary asked, returning to the bedroom.
'Why did he say you were not his sister?' Rob said, very suspiciously.
'Oh, his mind was wandering,' Mary answered cruelly.
She was retiring again, but stopped undecidedly. Then she looked from the door to see if her brother was within hearing. Dick was at the other end of the sitting-room10, and she came back noiselessly to Rob's bedside.
'Do you remember,' she asked, in a low voice, 'how the accident happened? You know you were struck by a cab.'
'Yes,' answered Rob at once, 'I saw him kissing you. I don't remember anything after that.'
Mary, looking like a culprit, glanced hurriedly at the door. Then she softly pushed the invalid's unruly hair off his brow, and glided11 from the room smiling.
'Well?' asked Dick.
'He was telling me how the accident happened,' Mary said.
'And how was it?'
'Oh, just as you said. He got bewildered at a crossing and was knocked over.'
'But he wasn't the man to lose his reason at a crossing,' said Dick. 'There must have been something to agitate12 him.'
'He said nothing about that,' replied Mary, without blushing.
'Did he tell you how he knew my name was Abinger?' Dick asked, as they went downstairs.
'No,' his sister said, 'I forgot to ask him.'
'There was that Christmas card, too,' Dick said suddenly. 'Nell says Angus must be in love, poor fellow.'
'By the way,' said Dick, 'what became of the card? He might want to treasure it, you know.'
'I—I rather think I put it somewhere,' Mary said.
'I wonder,' said Mary.
They were back in Dick's chambers15 by this time, and he continued with some complacency—for all men think they are on safe ground when discussing an affair of the heart:—
'We could build the young lady up from the card, which, presumably, was her Christmas offering to him. It was not expensive, so she is a careful young person; and the somewhat florid design represents a blue bird sitting on a pink twig16, so that we may hazard the assertion that her artistic17 taste is not as yet fully18 developed. She is a fresh country maid, or the somewhat rich colouring would not have taken her fancy, and she is short, a trifle stout19, or a big man like Angus would not have fallen in love with her. Reserved men like gushing20 girls, so she gushes21 and says "Oh my!" and her nicest dress (here Dick shivered) is of a shiny satin with a dash of rich velvet22 here and there. Do you follow me?'
'Yes,' said Mary; 'it is wonderful. I suppose, now, you are never wrong when you "build up" so much on so little?'
'Sometimes we go a little astray,' admitted Dick. 'I remember going into a hotel with Rorrison once, and on a table we saw a sailor-hat lying, something like the one Nell wears—or is it you?'
'The idea of your not knowing!' said his sister indignantly.
'Well, we discussed the probable owner. I concluded, after narrowly examining the hat, that she was tall, dark, and handsome, rather than pretty. Rorrison, on the other hand, maintained that she was a pretty, baby-faced girl, with winning ways.'
'And did you discover if either of you was right?'
'Yes,' said Dick slowly. 'In the middle of the discussion a little boy in a velvet suit toddled23 into the room, and said to us, "Gim'me my hat."'
In the weeks that followed, Rob had many delicious experiences. He was present at several tea-parties in Abinger's chambers, the guests being strictly24 limited to three; and when he could not pretend to be ill any longer, he gave a tea-party himself in honour of his two nurses—his one and a half nurses, Dick called them. At this Mary poured out the tea, and Rob's eyes showed so plainly (though not to Dick) that he had never seen anything like it, that Nell became thoughtful, and made a number of remarks on the subject to her mother as soon as she returned home.
'It would never do,' Nell said, looking wise.
'Whatever would the colonel say!' exclaimed Mrs. Meredith. 'After all, though,' she added—for she had been to see Rob twice, and liked him because of something he had said to her about his mother—'he is just the same as Richard.'
'Oh no, no,' said Nell, 'Dick is an Oxford25 man, you must remember, and Mr. Angus, as the colonel would say, rose from obscurity.'
'Well, if he did,' persisted Mrs. Meredith, 'he does not seem to be going back to it, and universities seem to me to be places for making young men stupid.'
'It would never, never do,' said Nell, with doleful decision.
'What does Mary say about him?' asked her mother.
'She never says anything,' said Nell.
'Does she talk much to him?'
'No; very little.'
'That is a good sign,' said Mrs. Meredith.
'I don't know,' said Nell.
'Have you noticed anything else?'
'Nothing except—well, Mary is longer in dressing now than I am, and she used not to be.'
'I wonder,' Mrs. Meredith remarked, 'if Mary saw him at Silchester after that time at the castle?'
'She never told me she did,' Nell answered, 'but sometimes I think—however, there is no good in thinking.'
'It isn't a thing you often do, Nell. By the way, he saw the first Sir Clement26 at Dome27 Castle, did he not?'
'Yes,' Nell said, 'he saw the impostor, and I don't suppose he knows there is another Sir Clement. The Abingers don't like to speak of that. However, they may meet on Friday, for Dick has got Mr. Angus a card for the Symphonia, and Sir Clement is to be there.'
'What does Richard say about it?' asked Mrs. Meredith, going back apparently28 upon their conversation.
'We never speak about it, Dick and I,' said Nell.
'What do you speak about, then?'
'Oh, nothing,' said Nell.
Mrs. Meredith sighed.
He would have liked to be tearing through London again, but as that was not possible he sought a solitary29 seat by the door. Before he reached it his mood changed. What was Sir Clement Dowton, after all, that he should be frightened at him? He was merely a baronet. An impostor who could never have passed for a journalist had succeeded in passing for Dowton. Journalism30 was the noblest of all professions, and Rob was there representing it. The seat of honour at the Symphonia was next to Mary Abinger, and the baronet had held it too long already. Instead of sulking, Rob approached the throne like one who had a right to be there. Sir Clement had risen for a moment to put down Mary's cup, and when he returned Rob was in his chair, with no immediate31 intention of getting out of it. The baronet frowned, which made Rob say quite a number of bright things to Miss Abinger. When two men are in love with the same young lady one of them must be worsted. Rob saw that it was better to be the other one.
The frightfully Bohemian people at the Symphonia remained there even later than eleven o'clock, but the rooms thinned before then, and Dick's party were ready to go by half-past ten. Rob was now very sharp. It did not escape his notice that the gentlemen were bringing the ladies' cloaks, and he calmly made up his mind to help Mary Abinger on with hers. To his annoyance32, Sir Clement was too quick for him. The baronet was in the midst of them, with the three ladies' cloaks, just as Rob wondered where he would have to go to find them. Nell's cloak Sir Clement handed to Dick, but he kept Mary's on his arm while he assisted Mrs. Meredith into hers. It was a critical moment. All would be over in five seconds.
'Allow me,' said Rob.
With apparent coolness he took Mary's cloak from the baronet's arm. He had not been used to saying 'allow me,' and his face was white, but he was determined33 to go on with this thing.
'Take my arm,' he said to Mary, as they joined the crowd that swayed toward the door. After he said it he saw that he had spoken with an air of proprietorship34, but he was not sorry. Mary did it.
It took them some time to reach their cab, and on the way Mary asked Rob a question.
'I gave you something once,' she said, 'but I suppose you lost it long ago.'
Rob reddened, for he had been sadly puzzled to know what had become of his Christmas card.
'I have it still,' he answered at last.
'Oh,' said Mary coldly; and at once Rob felt a chill pass through him. It was true, after all, that Miss Abinger could be an icicle on occasion.
Rob, having told a lie, deserved no mercy, and got none. The pity of it is that Mary might have thawed35 a little had she known that it was only a lie. She thought that Rob was not aware of his loss. A man taking fickleness36 as the comparative degree of an untruth is perhaps only what may be looked for, but one does not expect it from a woman. Probably the lights had blinded Mary.
Rob had still an opportunity of righting himself, but he did not take it.
'Then you did mean the card for me,' he said, in foolish exultation37; 'when I found it on the walk I was not certain that you had not merely dropped it by accident.'
'What card?' she said. 'I don't know what you are talking about.'
'Don't you remember?' asked Rob, very much requiring to be sharpened again.
He looked so woebegone, that Mary nearly had pity on him. She knew, however, that if it was not for her sex, men would never learn anything.
'No,' she replied, and turned to talk to Sir Clement.
Rob walked home from the Langham that night with Dick, and, when he was not thinking of the two Sir Clements, he was telling himself that he had climbed his hill valiantly40, only to topple over when he neared the top. Before he went to bed he had an article to finish for the Wire, and, while he wrote, he pondered over the ways of women; which, when you come to think of it, is a droll41 thing to do.
Mr. Meredith had noticed Rob's dejection at the hotel, and remarked to Nell's mother that he thought Mary was very stiff to Angus. Mrs. Meredith looked sadly at her husband in reply.
'You think so,' she said, mournfully shaking her head at him, 'and so does Richard Abinger. Mr. Angus is as blind as the rest of you.'
'I don't understand,' said Mr. Meredith, with much curiosity.
'Nor do they,' replied his wife contemptuously; 'there are no men so stupid, I think, as the clever ones.'
She could have preached a sermon that night, with the stupid sex for her text.
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