Part 57 (1/2)

And Merefleet nodded with a chill sense of foreboding. But his resolution was unalterable. This young man should not, he was determined, by any means cheat him now of his heart's desire. Matters had gone too far for that. He followed Seton almost at once and found him in a quiet corner, smoking. Merefleet sat down beside him and also began to smoke. There was a touch of hostility about Seton that he was determined to ignore.

”Well,” said Seton at length, with characteristic bluntness, ”so you have done it in spite of my warning the other night.”

Merefleet looked at him. Was he expected to render an account of his doings to this man who was at least ten years his junior, he wondered, with faint amus.e.m.e.nt?

Seton went on with strong indignation.

”I told you in the first place not to be too intimate with her. I told you again two nights ago that she was not free to accept any man's attentions. But you went on. And you have made her miserable simply for the gratification of your own unreasonable fancy. Do you call that manly behaviour, I wonder?”

Merefleet sat in absolute silence for several seconds. Finally he wheeled round in his chair and faced Seton.

”If I were you,” he said quietly, ”I should postpone this interview for half-an-hour. I think you may possibly regret it if you don't.”

Seton tossed away a half-smoked cigarette and rose.

”In half-an-hour,” he said, ”I shall have left this place, and my cousin with me. I asked to speak to you because I detest all underhand dealings.

You apparently have not the same scruples.”

Merefleet also rose.

”You will apologise for that,” he said, in a tone of conviction. ”I don't question your motives, but to fetch me out here and then insult me was not a wise proceeding on your part.”

Seton's hand clenched involuntarily. But he had put himself in the wrong, and he knew it.

”Very well,” he said at length, with a shrug. ”I apologise for the expression. But my opinion of you remains unaltered.”

Merefleet ignored the qualification. He was bent on something more important than the satisfaction of his own personal honour. ”And now,” he said, with deliberate purpose, ”I am going to have a private interview with your cousin.”

Seton started.

”You are going to do nothing of the sort,” he said instantly.

Merefleet looked him over gravely.

”Look here, Seton!” he said. ”You're making a fool of yourself. Take a friend's advice--don't!”

Seton choked back his anger with a great effort. In spite of this there was a pa.s.sionate ring in his voice when he spoke that betrayed the exceeding precariousness of his self-control.

”I can't let you see her,” he said. ”She is upset enough already. I have promised her that she shall not be worried.”

”Have you promised her to keep me from speaking to her?” Merefleet grimly enquired.

”No.” Seton spoke reluctantly.

”Then do this,” said Merefleet. ”Go to her and ask her if she will see me alone. If she says 'No,' I give you my word that I will leave this place and trouble neither of you any further.”

Seton seemed to hesitate, but Merefleet was sure of his acquiescence.