Part 19 (1/2)
”Her approbation would be a factor, would it?”
”Really, Mr. c.o.xon, I suppose it would!” exclaimed Lady Eynesford in surprise.
”I mean it would be likely to weigh with--with your sister-in-law?”
”With Alicia? Why, what has Alicia got to do with it?”
”You mustn't chaff me, Lady Eynesford. It's too serious,” pleaded c.o.xon, in self-complacent tones.
”What does the man mean?” thought Lady Eynesford. Then a glance at his face somehow brought sudden illumination, and the illumination brought such a shock that Lady Eynesford was startled into vulgar directness of speech.
”Good gracious! Surely it _is_ Eleanor you come after?” she exclaimed.
”Miss Scaife! What made you think that? Surely you've seen that it's Miss Derosne who----”
”Mr. c.o.xon!”
At the tone in which Lady Eynesford seemed to hurl his own name in his teeth, c.o.xon's rosy illusion vanished. He sat in gloomy silence, twisting his hat in his hand and waiting for Lady Eynesford to speak again.
”You astonish me!” she said at last. ”I made sure it was Eleanor.”
”Why is it astonis.h.i.+ng?” he asked. ”Surely Miss Derosne's attractions are sufficient to----?”
”Oh, I'm so sorry, I am indeed. You must believe me, Mr. c.o.xon. If I had foreseen this I--I would have guarded against it. But now--indeed, I'm so sorry.”
Lady Eynesford's sorrowful sympathy failed to touch c.o.xon's softer feelings.
”What is there to be sorry about?” he demanded, almost roughly.
”Why this--this unfortunate misunderstanding. Of course I thought it was Eleanor; you seemed so suited to one another.”
c.o.xon, ignoring the natural affinity suggested, remarked,
”There's no harm done that I can see, except that I hoped I had you on my side. Perhaps I shall have still.”
Sympathy had failed. Lady Eynesford, recognising that, felt she had a duty to perform.
”I dare say I am to blame,” she said, ”but I never thought of such a thing. Really, Mr. c.o.xon, you must see that I wasn't likely to think of it,” and her tone conveyed an appeal to his calmer reason. She was quite unconscious of giving any reasonable cause of offence.
”Why not?” he asked, the silky smoothness of his manner disappearing in his surprise and wounded dignity.
”The--the--oh, if you don't see, I can't tell you.”
”You appear to a.s.sume that attentions from me to your sister-in-law were not to be expected.”
”You do see that, don't you?”
”While attentions to your governess----”
”Miss Scaife is my friend and worthy of anybody's attentions,”
interposed Lady Eynesford quickly.