Part 38 (2/2)
”Not a bit,” he answered. ”If I am not your husband, I will not be anybody else's.”
”I love you to say that,” she admitted, with a little sigh, ”but it seems wrong somewhere. Look how cross the d.u.c.h.ess looks! Some one must have played the wrong card.”
Rosamund's farewells were not easily made; Terniloff especially seemed reluctant to let her go. She excused herself gracefully, however, promising to sit up a little later the next evening. Dominey led the way upstairs, curiously gratified at her lingering progress. He took her to the door of her room and looked in. The nurse was sitting in an easy-chair, reading, and the maid was sewing in the background.
”Well, you look very comfortable here,” he declared cheerfully. ”Pray do not move, nurse.”
Rosamund held his hands, as though reluctant to let him go. Then she drew his face down and kissed him.
”Yes,” she said a little plaintively, ”it's very comfortable.--Everard?”
”Yes, dear?”
She drew his head down and whispered in his ear.
”May I come in and say good night for two minutes?”
He smiled--a wonderfully kind smile--but shook his head.
”Not to-night, dear,” he replied. ”The Prince loves to sit up late, and I shall be downstairs with him. Besides, that bully of a doctor of yours insists upon ten hours' sleep.”
She sighed like a disappointed child.
”Very well.” She paused for a moment to listen. ”Wasn't that a car?” she asked.
”Some of our guests going early, I dare say,” he replied, as he turned away.
CHAPTER XXIII
Seaman did not at once start on his mission to the Princess. He made his way instead to the servants' quarters and knocked at the door of the butler's sitting-room. There was no reply. He tried the handle in vain.
The door was locked. A tall, grave-faced man in sombre black came out from an adjoining apartment.
”You are looking for the person who arrived this evening from abroad, sir?” he enquired.
”I am,” Seaman replied. ”Has he locked himself in?”
”He has left the Hall, sir!”
”Left!” Seaman repeated. ”Do you mean gone away for good?”
”Apparently, sir. I do not understand his language myself, but I believe he considered his reception here, for some reason or other, unfavourable. He took advantage of the car which went down to the station for the evening papers and caught the last train.”
Seaman was silent for a moment. The news was a shock to him.
”What is your position here?” he asked his informant.
”My name is Reynolds, sir,” was the respectful reply. ”I am Mr. Pelham's servant.”
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