Part 44 (1/2)

His companion laughed.

”Well, I've only looked through it once myself just to find out. Some way I always think of Lady Joan as if she was like one of those Beaut's from Beautsville, with trains as long as parlor-cars and feathers in their heads--dressed to go to see the queen. I guess she's been presented at court,” he added.

”Yes, she has been presented.”

”Do they let 'em go more than once?” he asked with casual curiosity.

”Confound this cough!” exclaimed Captain Palliser, and he broke forth again.

”Take another G,” said Tembarom, producing his tube. ”Say, just take the bottle and keep it in your pocket”

When the brief paroxysm was over and they moved on again, Palliser was looking an odd thing or so in the face. ”I always think of Lady Joan”

was one of them. ”Always” seemed to go rather far. How often and why had he ”always thought”? The fellow was incredible. Did his sharp, boyish face and his slouch conceal a colossal, vulgar, young ambition?

There was not much concealment about it, Heaven knew. And as he so evidently was not aware of the facts, how would they affect him when he discovered them? And though Lady Mallowe was a woman not in the least distressed or hampered by shades of delicacy and scruple, she surely was astute enough to realize that even this bounder's dullness might be awakened to realize that there was more than a touch of obvious indecency in bringing the girl to the house of the man she had tragically loved, and manoeuvering to work her into it as the wife of the man who, monstrously unfit as he was, had taken his place. Captain Palliser knew well that the pressing of the relations.h.i.+p had meant only one thing. And how, in the name of the Furies! had she dragged Lady Joan into the scheme with her?

It was as unbelievable as was the new Temple Barholm himself. And how unconcerned the fellow looked! Perhaps the man he had supplanted was no more to him than a scarcely remembered name, if he was as much as that. Then Tembarom, pacing slowly by his side, hands in pockets, eyes on the walk, spoke:

”Did you ever see Jem Temple Barholm? ” he asked.

It was like a thunderbolt. He said it as though he were merely carrying his previous remarks on to their natural conclusion; but Palliser felt himself so suddenly unadjusted, so to speak, that he palpably hesitated.

”Did you?” his companion repeated.

”I knew him well,” was the answer made as soon as readjustment was possible.

”Remember just how he looked?”

”Perfectly. He was a striking fellow. Women always said he had fascinating eyes.”

”Sort of slant downward on the outside corners--and black eyelashes sorter sweeping together?”

Palliser turned with a movement of surprise.

”How did you know? It was just that odd sort of thing.”

”Miss Alicia told me. And there's a picture in the gallery that's like him.”

Captain Palliser felt as embarra.s.sed as Miss Alicia had felt, but it was for a different reason. She had felt awkward because she had feared she had touched on a delicate subject. Palliser was embarra.s.sed because he was entirely thrown out of all his calculations. He felt for the moment that there was no calculating at all, no security in preparing paths. You never know where they would lead. Here had he been actually alarmed in secret! And the oaf stood before him undisturbedly opening up the subject himself.

”For a fellow like that to lose a girl as he lost Lady Joan was pretty tough,” the oaf said. ”By gee! it was tough!”

He knew it all--the whole thing, scandal, tragically broken marriage, everything. And knowing it, he was laying his Yankee plans for getting the girl to Temple Barholm to look her over. It was of a grossness one sometimes heard of in men of his kind, and yet it seemed in its casualness to out-leap any little scheme of the sort he had so far looked on at.

”Lady Joan felt it immensely,” he said.

A footman was to be seen moving toward them, evidently bearing a message. Tea was served in the drawing-room, and he had come to announce the fact.

They went back to the house, and Miss Alicia filled cups for them and presided over the splendid tray with a persuasive suggestion in the matter of hot or cold things which made it easy to lead up to any subject. She was the best of un.o.btrusive hostesses.