Part 4 (2/2)
Wolfenden nodded, and walked into his dining-room with the note crushed up in his hand.
”For the sake of those days at Deringham,” he repeated softly to himself. Was the girl a fool, or only an adventuress? It was true that there had been something like a very mild flirtation between them at Deringham, but it had been altogether harmless, and certainly more of her seeking than his. They had met in the grounds once or twice and walked together; he had talked to her a little after dinner, feeling a certain sympathy for her isolation, and perhaps a little admiration for her undoubted prettiness; yet all the time he had had a slightly uneasy feeling with regard to her. Her ingenuousness had become a matter of doubt to him. It was so now more than ever, yet he could not understand her going away like this and the tone of her note. So far as he was concerned, it was the most satisfactory thing that could have happened. It relieved him of a responsibility which he scarcely knew how to deal with. In the face of her dismissal from Deringham, any a.s.sistance which she might have accepted from him would naturally have been open to misapprehension. But that she should have gone away and have written to him in such a strain was directly contrary to his antic.i.p.ations. Unless she was really hurt and disappointed by his reception of her, he could not see what she had to gain by it. He was puzzled a little, but his thoughts were too deeply engrossed elsewhere for him to take her disappearance very seriously. By the time he had finished lunch he had come to the conclusion that what had happened was for the best, and that he would take her at her word.
He left his rooms again about three o'clock, and at precisely the hour at which Densham had rung the bell of Mrs. Thorpe-Satch.e.l.l's house in Mayfair he experienced a very great piece of good fortune.
Coming out of Scott's, where more from habit than necessity he had turned in to have his hat ironed, he came face to face, a few yards up Bond Street, with the two people whom, more than any one else in the world, he had desired to meet. They were walking together, the girl talking, the man listening with an air of half-amused deference. Suddenly she broke off and welcomed Wolfenden with a delightful smile of recognition. The man looked up quickly. Wolfenden was standing before them on the pavement, hat in hand, his pleasure at this unexpected meeting very plainly evidenced in his face. Mr. Sabin's greeting, if devoid of any special cordiality, was courteous and even genial. Wolfenden never quite knew whence he got the impression, which certainly came to him with all the strength and absoluteness of an original inspiration, that this encounter was not altogether pleasant to him.
”How strange that we should meet you!” the girl said. ”Do you know that this is the first walk that I have ever had in London?”
She spoke rather softly and rather slowly. Her voice possessed a sibilant and musical intonation; there was perhaps the faintest suggestion of an accent. As she stood there smiling upon him in a deep blue gown, trimmed with a silvery fur, in the making of which no English dressmaker had been concerned, Wolfenden's subjection was absolute and complete. He was aware that his answer was a little flurried. He was less at his ease than he could have wished. Afterwards he thought of a hundred things he would have liked to have said, but the surprise of seeing them so suddenly had cost him a little of his usual self-possession. Mr. Sabin took up the conversation.
”My infirmity,” he said, glancing downwards, ”makes walking, especially on stone pavements, rather a painful undertaking. However, London is one of those cities which can only be seen on foot, and my niece has all the curiosity of her age.”
She laughed out frankly. She wore no veil, and a tinge of colour had found its way into her cheeks, relieving that delicate but not unhealthy pallor, which to Densham had seemed so exquisite.
”I think shopping is delightful. Is it not?” she exclaimed.
Wolfenden was absolutely sure of it. He was, indeed, needlessly emphatic. Mr. Sabin smiled faintly.
”I am glad to have met you again, Lord Wolfenden,” he said, ”if only to thank you for your aid last night. I was anxious to get away before any fuss was made, or I would have expressed my grat.i.tude at the time in a more seemly fas.h.i.+on.”
”I hope,” Wolfenden said, ”that you will not think it necessary to say anything more about it. I did what any one in my place would have done without a moment's hesitation.”
”I am not quite so sure of that,” Mr. Sabin said. ”But by the bye, can you tell me what became of the fellow? Did any one go after him?”
”There was some sort of pursuit, I believe,” Wolfenden said slowly, ”but he was not caught.”
”I am glad to hear it,” Mr. Sabin said.
Wolfenden looked at him in some surprise. He could not make up his mind whether it was his duty to disclose the name of the man who had made this strange attempt.
”Your a.s.sailant was, I suppose, a stranger to you?” he said slowly.
Mr. Sabin shook his head.
”By no means. I recognised him directly. So, I believe, did you.”
Wolfenden was honestly amazed.
”He was your guest, I believe,” Mr. Sabin continued, ”until I entered the room. I saw him leave, and I was half-prepared for something of the sort.”
”He was my guest, it is true, but none the less, he was a stranger to me,” Wolfenden explained. ”He brought a letter from my cousin, who seems to have considered him a decent sort of fellow.”
”There is,” Mr. Sabin said dryly, ”nothing whatever the matter with him, except that he is mad.”
”On the whole, I cannot say that I am surprised to hear it,” Wolfenden remarked; ”but I certainly think that, considering the form his madness takes, you ought to protect yourself in some way.”
Mr. Sabin shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.
”He can never hurt me. I carry a talisman which is proof against any attempt that he can make; but none the less, I must confess that your aid last night was very welcome.”
”I was very pleased to be of any service,” Wolfenden said, ”especially,” he added, glancing toward Mr. Sabin's niece, ”since it has given me the pleasure of your acquaintance.”
A little thrill pa.s.sed through him. Her delicately-curved lips were quivering as though with amus.e.m.e.nt, and her eyes had fallen; she had blushed slightly at that unwitting, ardent look of his. Mr. Sabin's cold voice recalled him to himself.
”I believe,” he said, ”that I overheard your name correctly. It is Wolfenden, is it not?”
Wolfenden a.s.sented.
”I am sorry that I haven't a card,” he said. ”That is my name.”
Mr. Sabin looked at him curiously.
”Wolfenden is, I believe, the family name of the Deringhams? May I ask, are you any relation to Admiral Lord Deringham?”
Wolfenden was suddenly grave.
”Yes,” he answered; ”he is my father. Did you ever meet him?”
Mr. Sabin shook his head.
”No, I have heard of him abroad; also, I believe, of the Countess of Deringham, your mother. It is many years ago. I trust that I have not inadvertently----”
”Not at all,” Wolfenden declared. ”My father is still alive, although he is in very delicate health. I wonder, would you and your niece do me the honour of having some tea with me? It is Ladies' Day at the 'Geranium Club,' and I should be delighted to take you there if you would allow me.”
Mr. Sabin shook his head.
Wolfenden had the satisfaction of seeing the girl look disappointed.
”We are very much obliged to you,” Mr. Sabin said, ”but I have an appointment which is already overdue. You must not mind, Helene, if we ride the rest of the way.”
He turned and hailed a pa.s.sing hansom, which drew up immediately at the kerb by their side. Mr. Sabin handed his niece in, and stood for a moment on the pavement with Wolfenden.
”I hope that we may meet again before long, Lord Wolfenden,” he said. ”In the meantime let me a.s.sure you once more of my sincere grat.i.tude.”
The girl leaned forward over the ap.r.o.n of the cab.
”And may I not add mine too?” she said. ”I almost wish that we were not going to the 'Milan' again to-night. I am afraid that I shall be nervous.”
She looked straight at Wolfenden. He was ridiculously happy.
”I can promise,” he said, ”that no harm shall come to Mr. Sabin to-night, at any rate. I shall be at the 'Milan' myself, and I will keep a very close look out.”
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