Part 24 (1/2)
As he stood against the wall, unconscious of the curious glances directed towards him, the music ceased, and the dancers came pouring out of the ballroom to seek the fresher air without.
Pa.s.sing him on her partner's arm, Iris suddenly withdrew her hand and turned to greet the late comer.
”Dr. Anstice!” It seemed as though her inward happiness must needs find an outlet, so radiant was the smile with which she greeted him. ”You have really come! I thought you had failed us after all.”
”No--I was sent for, at the last moment.” Something in his strained tone seemed to startle the girl, for her eyes dilated, and with an effort Anstice spoke more lightly. ”I couldn't get away, Miss Wayne, but you won't visit my misfortunes on my head, will you? You promised me some dances----”
”One has had to go.” She looked down at her card. ”I kept the fifth for you, but you may have the next if you like. I did not engage myself for that, thinking”--she paused, then smiled at him frankly--”thinking you might come after all.”
Scarcely knowing what he did Anstice made some rejoinder; and then Cheniston, who had turned away for a moment, appeared to observe Anstice for the first time, and giving him a nod said rather curtly:
”Evening, Anstice; you've got here then, after all? Well, Iris, shall we go and get cool after that energetic waltz?”
They drifted out into the hall; and watching them go Anstice told himself again that Cheniston had won the day.
”Shall we sit out, Dr. Anstice?” He thought Iris looked at him rather strangely. ”I ... I am rather tired--and hot--but still----”
”Let us sit out by all means, Miss Wayne. Shall we go into the conservatory? It is quite cool there--and quiet.”
She agreed at once; and two minutes later he found her a seat in a corner beneath a big overshadowing palm.
Now that she was beside him he felt his self-control failing him. She was so pretty in her white gown with the pearls on her neck and the delicate moonstones dangling in her little ears....
”Dr. Anstice”--it was the girl who broke the silence--”do you know you have treated us very badly of late? You have never been near us for weeks, and our tennis match has not been decided after all!”
”I know I've behaved disgracefully”--his voice shook, and she half regretted her impulsive words--”but--well, I'm not exactly a free agent, Miss Wayne.”
”No, I suppose a doctor rarely is,” she answered thoughtfully; and he did not correct her misapprehension of his meaning.
”But I don't want you to think me ungrateful for your kindness.” So much, at least, he might say. ”If I have appeared discourteous, please believe that in my heart I have always fully appreciated your goodness--and that of your father.”
She said nothing for a moment, looking down at her satin slippers absently; and he did not attempt to interrupt her reverie.
Then, with rather startling irrelevance, she said slowly:
”Dr. Anstice, have you ever been in Egypt? I know you have travelled a lot, and I thought perhaps----”
”No.” Suddenly at this apparently innocent question a foreboding of evil fell on Anstice's soul with a crus.h.i.+ng weight. ”As you say, I have travelled a good deal; but somehow I have never visited Egypt. Why do you ask?”
”Because----” For yet another moment Iris hesitated, as though uncertain whether or no to proceed. And then, suddenly, she turned to face him with something in her eyes which Anstice could not fathom. ”I asked because it is possible I may go to live in Egypt some day.”
”I see,” said Anstice very quietly. ”You mean--Miss Wayne, I won't pretend to misunderstand you--you mean that Cheniston has asked you to marry him, and you have said yes.”
Now the rosy colour flooded the girl's face until even her ears were pink; but her grey eyes met his frankly, and when she spoke her voice rang happily.
”You've guessed my secret very quickly,” she said, relieved unconsciously by his calm manner and friendly tone. ”Yes. Mr. Cheniston asked me to marry him an hour ago, and I agreed. And so, as he wants to be married almost at once, I shall have to prepare myself to live in Egypt, for a time at least.”
”I don't think you need dread the prospect,” he said, and his voice was creditably steady, though the world seemed to be cras.h.i.+ng down in ruins around him. ”Egypt must be a wonderfully fascinating country, and nowadays one doesn't look upon it as a land of exile. When do you think you will be going, Miss Wayne?”