Part 32 (1/2)

”Madam--really I----”

He was more embarra.s.sed than ever. It was untrue to say that he had kissed her. The kisses were hers and hers alone, but it would be ungallant to tell her so. He cursed the evil star which had chanced to throw her against him at such a crisis. Lavinia might make her appearance at any moment and what would she think?

But the stars had nothing to do with the matter, nor chance either. It was a ruse, a worked out design between Sally and Rofflash to secure Vane and spite Lavinia whom she hated more than enough.

Meanwhile Lavinia was drawing near. Mistress Salisbury had s.h.i.+fted her position and had manoeuvred so as she could glance down the path to St.

James's Palace and perforce Vane had his back towards it. Sally's sharp eyes caught sight of a figure which she shrewdly guessed was Lavinia's.

Preparing herself for a crowning piece of craft, Sally suddenly relaxed her rigidity and inclined langorously towards Vane who had no alternative save catching her. No sooner did she feel his arms than she sank gracefully into them, her handkerchief to her eyes.

”Madam,” stammered the troubled young man, ”pray recollect yourself. I protest----”

”Protest! Oh, how cruel--how hard hearted! I love you. Can you hear me make such a confession and be unmoved? I throw myself at your feet.”

”For G.o.d's sake, madam, don't do anything so foolish.”

He could feel her slipping gradually to the ground and he could not but hold her tighter, and so did exactly what she was angling for.

”It's Heaven to feel your embrace,” she murmured. ”Dear--dearest Lancelot. Oh, if you only knew how I've longed and prayed we might meet!

I never thought to see you again, and here, without a moment's warning, I'm face to face with you. Can you wonder I'm unable to control myself?

I know it's folly--weakness--anything you like to call it. I don't care.

I love you and that's all I know. Kiss me, Lancelot!”

The unhappy Vane was at his wits' end. The more he tried to release himself the closer she clung to him. Who seeing them could doubt that they were ardent lovers? Sally's last words were uttered in a tone of reckless pa.s.sion, partly stimulated, partly real. She had raised her voice purposely. She knew its penetrating accents would reach the ears for which the loving words were really intended. She saw Lavinia who was hastening towards them stop suddenly, then her figure swayed slightly, her head bent forward, and in a few moments there was hesitation.

Finally she wheeled round and fled.

Sally Salisbury had secured a complete victory so far as her rival was concerned, but she had not won Lancelot Vane. She did not delude herself into the belief that she had, but her triumph would come.

Vane succeeded in wrenching himself free, but not for some minutes. On one excuse or another she detained him and it was only on his promising to meet her the following night at Spring Gardens that he managed to make his escape. It was too late. In vain he waited for Lavinia, but she came not. He was plunged in the depths of disappointment.

”She never meant to keep her word,” he muttered savagely and strode along the path towards St. James's Palace, hoping against hope that he might chance to meet her.

Lancelot Vane was not the only man in the park at that moment who was angered at Lavinia's non-appearance. When Vane was trying to repel Sally's embarra.s.sing caresses a coach stopped on the western side of the Park at the point nearest to Rosamond's Pond. The coach could have been driven into the Park itself, but this could not be done without the King's permission. Two men got out and walked rapidly to the pond.

”A quarter past seven,” said one drawing his watch from his fob. ”The time of meeting, Rofflash, you say was seven.”

”Aye, and they'll be punctual to the minute, I'll swear.”

”Then we ought to find the turtle doves billing and cooing. A thousand pities we couldn't get the coach nearer. d.a.m.n His Majesty King George, say I.”

”Talk under your breath, Mr. Dorrimore, if you must air your traitorous speeches,” whispered Rofflash. ”You don't seem to know that what you've been saying is little short of 'G.o.d save King James,' which is treason in any case and doubly dyed treason when uttered in the Royal Park.”

”Treason or not, I vow that if my coach were more handy it would help us vastly. Carrying the girl a few yards were an easy matter and a squeal or two of no consequence, but five hundred yards--pest take it.”

”S'blood, sir, she's no great weight and with so precious a burden in your arms 't'would be but a whet to appet.i.te. Still, if you're unequal to the task, pray command me. I'd take her and willing.”

”That I'll swear you would. Wait till I call on you. What of that pair by the pond? Curse it, but I believe they're our quarries. She has two arms round his neck. The wanton baggage! And she once protested she loved me! On to 'em, Rofflash. Engage the fellow while I handle the wench. Eh?--Why--look ye there, captain. He's thrown her off. He's going. A tiff I'll swear. What a piece of luck! She's by herself. Now's our time. Bustle, d.a.m.n you.”

Rofflash made a show of bustling, but it was nothing but show. The mature damsel from whom Vane had hurried was half a head taller than Lavinia. He knew who she was perfectly well, for had he not plotted with Sally Salisbury to meet Lancelot Vane, to the discomfiture of Lavinia Fenton?