Part 10 (2/2)
”No doubt; but he knows we are speaking of him. Look, his att.i.tude shows it. This, you see, is his battleground, and he knows the arts of his particular warfare. A drawing-room! Mr. Lionel Callon fights among the teacups. Cajolery first, and G.o.d knows by what means afterwards.
But he wins, Miss Mardale; don't close your eyes to that! Look, I told you he was listening. The rubber's over, and he's coming towards us.
Oh, he's alert upon his battle-ground! He knows what men think of him.
He's afraid lest I should tell what men think to you. But he comes too late.”
Callon crossed to the sofa, and stood talking there until Frances Millingham rose. Pamela turned to Mr. Mudge as she got up.
”I thank you very much,” she said gratefully.
Mr. Mudge smiled.
”No need for thanks,” said he. ”I am very glad you came to-night, for I go away to-morrow.”
Pamela went to her room and sat down before the fire. What was to be done, she wondered? She could not get Lionel Callon sent away from the house. It would be no use even if she could, since Millie had an address in town. She could not say a word openly.
She raised her head and spoke to her maid.
”Which is Mrs. Stretton's room?” And when she had the answer she rose from her chair and stood, a figure of indecision. She did not plead that John Mudge had exaggerated the danger; for she had herself foreseen it long-ago, before Millie's marriage--even before Millie's engagement. It was just because she had foreseen it that she had used the words which had so rankled in Tony's memory. Bitterly she regretted that she had ever used them; greatly she wished that she could doubt their wisdom. But she could not. Let Millie's husband leave her, she would grieve with all the strength of her nature; let him come back soon, she would welcome him with a joy as great. Yes; but he must come back _soon_. Otherwise she would grow used to his absence; she would find his return an embarra.s.sment, for it would be the return of a stranger with the prerogative of a husband; she might even have given to another the place he once held in her thoughts. And the other might be a Lionel Callon. For this was Millicent's character. She yielded too easily to affection, and she did not readily distinguish between affection and the show of it. She paddled in the shallows of pa.s.sion, and flattered herself that she was swimming in the depths. Grief she was capable of--yes; but a torrent of tears obliterated it. Joy she knew; but it was a thrill with her lasting an hour.
Pamela walked along the pa.s.sage and knocked at Millicent's door, saying who she was. Millicent opened the door, and received her friend with some constraint.
”Can I come in?” said Pamela.
”Of course,” said Millie.
They sat opposite to one another on each side of the fire.
”I wanted to see you before I went to bed,” said Pamela. ”You have not told me lately in your letters how Tony is getting on.”
Millie raised her hand to s.h.i.+eld her face from the blaze of the fire.
She happened to shade it also from the eyes of Pamela; and she made no reply.
”Is he still in New York?” Pamela asked; and then Millie replied.
”I do not know,” she answered slowly. She let her hand fall, and looked straight and defiantly at her friend.
”I have not heard from him for a long while,” she added; and as she spoke there crept into her face a look of disdain.
CHAPTER VIII
GIDEON'S FLEECE
Millicent was reluctant to add any word of explanation. She sat with her eyes upon the fire, waiting, it seemed, until Pamela should see fit to go. But Pamela remained, and of the two women she was the stronger in will and character. She sat, with her eyes quietly resting upon Millicent's face; and in a little while Millicent began reluctantly to speak. As she spoke the disdainful droop of her lips became more p.r.o.nounced, and her words were uttered in a note of petulance.
”He _would_ stay to retrieve his failure. You remember?” she said.
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