Part 28 (1/2)
The countess saw that he received letters from England continually. She was above all vulgar intrigue, or she might have destroyed more than one-half which came, without his seeing them. She would not do that; the war she carried into the enemy's camp was of the most refined and thorough-going kind. She would set aside a marriage on a mere quibble, but she would not destroy a letter. She had said, openly and defiantly to her son's face, that she felt sure he would not remarry Leone in June, but she would stoop to no vulgar way to prevent it.
It often happened that the countess herself opened the letter-bag. When she did so, and there was a letter from Leone, she always gave it to her son with a smile, in which there was just a shade of contempt.
”Another letter,” she would say; ”my dear Lance, you contribute quite your share to the inland revenue.”
She never alluded to Leone, but she did permit herself, at rare intervals, to relate some ludicrous anecdotes of people who had suffered from a severe attack of love.
Lord Chandos found the time pa.s.s very pleasantly; he said to himself he might as well remain in Rome and enjoy himself, as go back to England and be miserable. Wherever he went, he could not see Leone. He would not trust himself; he loved her too much, if he were in the same land, not to be near her.
Being in Rome, he did as the Romans did; he amused himself to the very utmost of his power; he seized every golden hour that pa.s.sed, and though he loved Leone as much as ever, he ceased to feel the keen pain which their separation had caused him at first. One morning, from the Countess of Lanswell to Lady Jane Cambrey, there pa.s.sed a little note. It said, simply:
”Shall we take the first step to-night? Bring Lady Marion to the Princess Galza's concert, and leave the rest to me.”
Lady Cambrey lost no time. She sought her ward and said so much to her about the concert, for which they both had invitations, that Lady Marion was eager to go.
”I must superintend your toilet, Marion; as it is your first appearance in Roman society, you must make a favorable impression.”
She selected one of the loveliest toilets that could have been chosen--a white brocade, embroidered with flowers of the palest blue.
”You must wear pearls and pale-blue flowers,” she said, ”and you will find that to-morrow every one will be talking of the new beauty that has risen over Rome.”
Lady Marion looked perfectly beautiful; she was perfect in her style, the very queen of blondes, with her soft, s.h.i.+ning hair, and eyes blue as the summer skies. Her face was the purest mixture of rose and white, with the dainty, delicate color described in that one line:
”Crimson sh.e.l.l, with white sea foam.”
She had a beautiful, fresh mouth, a dimpled chin, a neck and shoulders white as ivory, arms so rounded and white it was a treat to see them.
She was of the queenly type--tall, with the promise of a grand womanhood; her white throat was firm, her arms rounded and strong; she was the ideal of an English gentlewoman; her pure, proud face, clear eyes, and sweet lips were beautiful beyond words. When she was dressed that evening for the princess' concert she looked most charming. Lady Cambrey had said truly that among the dark-eyed daughters of Italy she would s.h.i.+ne white and fair as a white dove among colored ones.
Her dress was the perfection of taste--it was trimmed with pale-blue forget-me-nots and white heath; a string of pearls was twisted in her fair hair, and another round her white throat.
”If he does not fall in love with her,” said Lady Cambrey to herself, ”it will be because he has no admiration left in him for any one except his dairy-maid.”
Lady Lanswell had been very successful in her diplomacy. She had spoken of the concert before her son, who had received an invitation, but said nothing about his going. He listened in silence, wondering if she would ask him to go with her, saying to himself that he should decline, for he did not like concert-going. Then, as she did not ask him, he began to feel piqued over it and wonder why.
After a short time he volunteered to go, and my lady took it very coolly, reminding him of how often he had grown tired of a hot concert-room. Then he resolved to go and made arrangements accordingly, his mother smiling sweetly all the time. When all was settled, and he had quitted the room, my lady laughed quietly. It was wonderful with what bland sweetness and fine tact she managed men. She could lead her son as though he were deaf, blind, and dumb, yet of all men he believed himself most firm and secure in his opinion.
Heaven help the man who falls helplessly into the hands of a clever woman!
CHAPTER XXV.
THE INTRODUCTION.
If Lady Lanswell had purposely designed the meeting between her son and the beautiful blonde to have taken place in the most picturesque spot in Europe, she could not have chosen better. The great _salon_ of the Palazzo Golza had, in former days, been used as a royal audience-room; the n.o.blest princes in Rome had met there, and had given audience to the grandest n.o.bles. It was a superb apartment; there was a background of purple tapestry from which the blonde loveliness of the English girl shone resplendent as a snow-drop on a black ground. There were many beautiful women present; the Princess Ainla, whose dark beauty was the wonder of all who saw it; the famous American belle, Miss Sedmon, whose auburn hair resembled that given by the old masters to the Madonna; but there was not one in that vast a.s.sembly who could vie with Lady Marion.
The Countess of Lanswell, with her son, was one of the last to enter the _salon_; with one keen, comprehensive glance the countess took in, as it were, the whole situation; she saw the pure, proud face of Lady Erskine, saw that she was seated in the very place where her beauty was seen to the best advantage, then she took her seat, never even looking in that direction, and saying nothing to her son.
It was just like laying a trap for a bird--he fell into it with the same helplessness.