Part 4 (1/2)
”Last night?” he said, while he forcibly drew her hand within his arm and began walking toward the group of her friends. ”Last night you were afraid some should see me from the hotel, and to-night you dare me. Do it once more and I will kiss your lips!”
Tamara went dead white; she felt as if the ground were sinking beneath her feet; her knees trembled. In all her smooth, conventionally ordered life she had never experienced such a strong emotion.
The Prince glanced at her, and the fierceness went out of his eyes. He bowed gravely with the most courtly homage, and left her standing by Millicent's side.
Then Tamara remembered she was a lady, and that tenue was expected of her; so she turned to her friend gaily and said how she was enjoying the ball; but her fine nostrils quivered at intervals for the rest of the night.
”Thank G.o.d!” she said to herself, when a few hours later she got into bed--”Thank G.o.d! we are going tomorrow. I shall never see him again, and no one shall ever know.”
CHAPTER IV
Next day they started, escorted to the station by a troup of gus.h.i.+ng friends. Their compartment was a bower of flowers, and as each moment went by Tamara's equanimity was restored by the thought that she would soon be out of the land of her disgrace.
It is a tiresome journey to Alexandria--dusty and glaring and not of great interest. They hurried on board the s.h.i.+p when they arrived, without even glancing at their fellow pa.s.sengers following in the gangway. Neither woman was a perfect sailor and both were quite overcome with fatigue. It promised to be a disagreeable night, too, so they retired at once to their cabins, and were soon asleep.
The next day, which was Sunday, the wind blew, but by the afternoon calmed down again, and Tamara decided to dress and go on deck.
”Mrs. Hardcastle went up some hours ago; she was ready for luncheon, ma'am,” her maid told her.
”She left a message for you to join her when you woke.”
The s.h.i.+p was the usual sort of s.h.i.+p that goes from Alexandria to Trieste, and the two English ladies had secured places for their chairs in the most protected spot. Tamara rather looked forward to being able to sit there in the moonlight and enjoy the Mediterranean.
Her maid preceded her with her rug and cus.h.i.+on and book, and it was not until she was quite settled that she took cognizance of an empty chair at her other side.
”You lazy child!” Millicent Hardcastle said. ”To sleep all day like this! It has been quite beautiful since luncheon, and I have had a most agreeable time. That extremely polite nice young Russian Prince we met at the Khedive's ball is here, dear; indeed, that is his chair next you. He is with Stephen Strong. We have been talking for hours.”
Tamara felt suddenly almost cold.
”I never saw him in the train or coming on board,” she said, with almost a gasp.
”Nor did I, and yet he must have been just behind us. Our places at meals are next him, too. So fortunate he was introduced, because one could not talk to a strange man, even on a boat. I never can understand those people who pick up acquaintances promiscuously; can you, dear?”
”No,” said Tamara, feebly.
She was pondering what to do. She could not decline to know the Prince without making some explanation to Millicent. She also could not flatter him so much. She must just be icily cold, and if he should be further impertinent she could remain in her cabin.
But what an annoying contretemps! And she had thought she should never see him again!--and here until Wednesday afternoon, she would be constantly reminded of the most disgraceful incident in her career. All brought upon herself, too, by her own action in having lapsed from the rigid rules in which Aunt Clara had brought her up.
If she had not answered him at the Sphinx--he could not have--but she refused to dwell upon the shame of this recollection.
She had quite half an hour to grow calm before the cause of her unrest came even into sight, and when he did, it was to walk past in the company of their old friend, Stephen Strong.
The Prince raised his cap gravely, and Tamara comforted herself by noticing again how badly his clothes fitted him! How unsuitable, and even ridiculous, they were to English eyes--That gave her pleasure!
Also she must have a little fun with Millicent.
”Has it struck you, Millie, the Prince is the same young man we saw in the pyjamas on the veranda? I am surprised at your speaking to such a person, even if he has been introduced!”