Part 66 (1/2)

Under a vigorous young oak-tree thickly festooned with lanterns Austin found an unoccupied table. There was a great deal of racket and laughter from the groups surrounding them, but this seemed to be the only available spot; besides, Austin was hungry, and he said so.

Nina, with Selwyn on her left, looked around for Gerald and Lansing.

When the latter came sauntering up, Austin questioned him, but he replied carelessly that Gerald had gone to join some people whom he, Lansing, did not know very well.

”Why, there he is now!” exclaimed Eileen, catching sight of her brother seated among a very noisy group on the outer edge of the illuminated zone. ”Who are those people, Nina? Oh! Rosamund Fane is there, too; and--and--”

She ceased speaking so abruptly that Selwyn turned around; and Nina bit her lip in vexation and glanced at her husband. For, among the overanimated and almost boisterous group which was attracting the attention of everybody in the vicinity sat Mrs. Jack Ruthven. And Selwyn saw her.

For a moment he looked at her--looked at Gerald beside her, and Neergard on the other side, and Rosamund opposite; and at the others, whom he had never before seen. Then quietly, but with heightened colour, he turned his attention to the gla.s.s which the servant had just filled for him, and, resting his hand on the stem, stared at the bubbles crowding upward through it to the foamy brim.

Nina and Boots had begun, ostentatiously, an exceedingly animated conversation; and they became almost aggressive, appealing to Austin, who sat back with a frown on his heavy face--and to Eileen, who was sipping her mineral water and staring thoughtfully at a big, round, orange-tinted lantern which hung like the harvest moon behind Gerald, throwing his curly head into silhouette.

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”Gerald beside her, and Neergard on the other side.”]

What conversation there was to carry, Boots and Nina carried. Austin silently satisfied his hunger, eating and drinking with a sullen determination to make no pretence of ignoring a situation that plainly angered him deeply. And from minute to minute he raised his head to glare across at Gerald, who evidently was unconscious of the presence of his own party.

When Nina spoke to Eileen, the girl answered briefly but with perfect composure. Selwyn, too, added a quiet word at intervals, speaking in a voice that sounded a little tired and strained.

It was that note of fatigue in his voice which aroused Eileen to effort--the instinctive move to protect--to sustain him. Conscious of Austin's suppressed but increasing anger at her brother, amazed and distressed at what Gerald had done--for the boy's very presence there was an affront to them all--she was still more sensitive to Selwyn's voice; and in her heart she responded pa.s.sionately.

Nina looked up, surprised at the sudden transformation in the girl, who had turned on Boots with a sudden flow of spirits and the gayest of challenges; and their laughter and badinage became so genuine and so persistent that, combining with Nina, they fairly swept Austin from his surly abstraction into their toils; and Selwyn's subdued laugh, if forced, sounded pleasantly, now, and his drawn face seemed to relax a little for the time being.

Once she turned, under cover of the general conversation which she had set going, and looked straight into Selwyn's eyes, flas.h.i.+ng to him a message of purest loyalty; and his silent gaze in response sent the colour flying to her cheeks.

It was all very well for a while--a brave, sweet effort; but ears could not remain deaf to the increasing noise and laughter--to familiar voices, half-caught phrases, indiscreet even in the fragments understood. Besides, Gerald had seen them, and the boy's face had become almost ghastly.

Alixe, unusually flushed, was conducting herself without restraint; Neergard's snickering laugh grew more significant and persistent; even Rosamund spoke too loudly at moments; and once she looked around at Nina and Selwyn while her pretty, accentless laughter, rippling with its undertone of malice, became more frequent in the increasing tumult.

There was no use in making a pretence of further gaiety. Austin had begun to scowl again; Nina, with one shocked glance at Alixe, leaned over toward her brother:

”It is incredible!” she murmured; ”she must be perfectly mad to make such an exhibition of herself. Can't anybody stop her? Can't anybody send her home?”

Austin said sullenly but distinctly: ”The thing for us to do is to get out... . Nina--if you are ready--”

”But--but what about Gerald?” faltered Eileen, turning piteously to Selwyn. ”We can't leave him--there!”

The man straightened up and turned his drawn face toward her:

”Do you wish me to get him?”

”Y-you can't do that--can you?”

”Yes, I can; if you wish it. Do you think there is anything in the world I can't do, if you wish it?”

As he rose she laid her hand on his arm:

”I--I don't ask it--” she began.

”You do not have to ask it,” he said with a smile almost genuine.

”Austin, I'm going to get Gerald--and Nina will explain to you that he's to be left to me if any sermon is required. I'll go back with him in the motor-boat. Boots, you'll drive home in my place.”