Part 11 (1/2)

The cook, in some dismay at this prompt dismissal, again stood rooted to the spot; but, suddenly recovering himself, he turned on his heel, saying with dignity:

”Very well, Senora, I will.”

But when he was gone Clementina still muttered: ”An insolent fellow is that Gallician! I don't believe any one but I gets such servants!”

Then, suddenly pacified by a new idea, she said:

”Come, now, I must dress; it is getting late.”

She went into her dressing-room, followed by Estefania, who, contrary to what might have been expected, looked grave and gloomy. Clementina hurriedly began to remove her walking-dress and change it for a simple dinner-dress, such as she wore at home to receive a few friends in the evening--always very light in hue, and cut open at the throat, though with long sleeves. At a sign from the mistress the maid brought out a ”crushed-strawberry” pink dress from the large wardrobe with mirrors, which lined all one side of the room. Before putting it on she arranged her hair, and exchanged her bronze kid boots for shoes to match the dress. The pale girl meanwhile never opened her lips; her face grew every moment sadder and more anxious. At last, on her knees to put on her mistress's shoes, she raised beseeching eyes to her face and said timidly:

”Senora, may I entreat you--not to send Cayetano away?”

Clementina looked at her in amazement.

”Is that it? After you yourself----”

”The thing is,” said Estefania, turning as red as her complexion would allow, ”if you send him away the others will take offence.”

”And what does that matter?”

But the girl insisted very earnestly with urgent and persuasive entreaties. For a time the lady refused, but as the matter was unimportant, and she perceived, not without surprise, the interest and even anxiety of her favourite for the cook's reprieve, she presently yielded, desiring Estefania to make the necessary explanations. On this the girl's face immediately cleared; she was as bright as a bird, and began to help her mistress to dress very deftly and briskly.

Two taps at the door made them both start.

”Who is there?” called the lady.

”Are you dressing, Clementina?” was asked from outside.

It was her husband's voice. Her surprise was not the less; Osorio very rarely came to her rooms when she was alone.

”Yes, I am dressing. Is there any one downstairs?”

”As usual--Lola, Pascuala and Bonifacio. I want to speak to you. I will wait for you here in the drawing-room.”

”Very well; I will come.”

Until her toilet was complete Clementina spoke no more; her expression was one of gloomy antic.i.p.ation, which her maid could not fail to observe. Her fingers, as she gave the last touches to the folds of her skirt, trembled a little, like those of a young lady dressing for her first ball.

Osorio was, in fact, waiting for her in the little drawing-room beyond the boudoir. He was lounging at his ease in an arm-chair, but, on seeing his wife, he rose, and dropped the end of the cigar he was smoking into the spittoon. Clementina saw that he was paler than usual. He was the same neat and dapper little man, with a bad complexion, as when he had married; but in the course of these twelve years his temper had been greatly spoiled. He had many wrinkles on his face, his hair and beard were streaked with grey, and his eyes had lost their brightness. He closed the door which his wife had left open, and going up to her said, with affected ease: ”My cas.h.i.+er handed me to-day a cheque from you, for fifteen thousand pesetas. Here it is.”

He took out his pocket-book, and from it a half-sheet of scented satin paper which he held out to her. She looked at it for a moment with a grave and gloomy face, but did not wince. She said not a word.

”A fortnight ago he gave me one for nine thousand. Here it is.” The same proceedings, the same silence.

”Last month there were three: one for six thousand, one for eleven thousand, and one for four thousand. Here they are.”

Osorio flourished the handful of papers before his wife's eyes; then, as this did not unlock her lips, he asked: ”Do you acknowledge it?”

”Acknowledge what?” she said, shortly.