Part 16 (1/2)
”Eh?--Oh, yes!” Miss Allonby a.s.sented--”all his papers! Yes, they should be diverting, I must be going home though, to make ready for Lady Mackworth's ball. And if I have n.o.body to dance with me, I shall know quite well whose fault it is. How soon will Frank be freed, you odious tyrant?”
”My child, but in these matters we are all slaves to red tape! I can promise you, however, that your Captain will be released from prison before this month is out, so you are not to worry.”
III
When she had left him the Duke sat for a while in meditation.
”That is an admirable girl, I would I could oblige her in the matter and let this Audaine live. But such folly is out of the question. The man is the heart of the conspiracy.
”No, Captain Audaine, I am afraid we must have that handsome head of yours, and set your spirit free before this month is out. And your head also, Mr.
Vanringham, when we are done with using your evidence. This affair must be the last; hitherto we have tried leniency, and it has failed; now we will try extermination. Not one of these men must escape.
”I shall have trouble with Marian, since the two girls are inseparable.
Yes, this Audaine will cause me some trouble with Marian. I heartily wish the fellow had never been born.”
Ormskirk took a miniature from his pocket and sat thus in the dusk regarding it. It was the portrait of a young girl with hazel eyes and abundant hair the color of a dead oak-leaf. And now his sleepy face was curiously moved.
”I shall have to lie to you. And you will believe me, for you are not disastrously clever. But I wish it were not necessary, my dear. I wish it were possible to make you understand that my concern is to save England rather than a twopenny captain. As it is, I shall lie to you, and you will believe. And Dorothy will get over it in time, as one gets over everything in time. But I wish it were not necessary, sweetheart.
”I wish.... I wish that I were not so happy when I think of you. I become so happy that I grow afraid. It is not right that anyone should be so happy.
”Bah! I am probably falling into my dotage.”
Ormskirk struck upon the gong. ”And now, Mr. Langton, let us get back to business.”
IV
Later in the afternoon Miss Allonby demanded of her maid if Gerald Allonby were within, and received a negative response. ”Nothing could be better,”
said Miss Allonby. ”You know that new suit of Master Gerald's, Lottrum--the pink-and-silver? Very well; then you will do thus, and thus, and thus--”
And she poured forth a series of directions that astonished her maid not a little.
”Law you now!” said Lottrum, ”whatever--?”
”If you ask me any questions,” said Dorothy, ”I will discharge you on the spot. And if you betray me, I shall probably kill you.”
Lottrum said, ”O Gemini!” and did as her mistress ordered.
Miss Allonby made a handsome boy, and such was her one comfort. Her mirror showed an epicene denizen of romance,--Rosalind or Bellario, a frail and lovely travesty of boyhood; but it is likely that the girl's heart showed stark terror. Here was imminent no jaunt into Arden, but into the gross jaws of even bodily destruction. Here was probable dishonor, a guaranteeable death. She could fence well enough, thanks to many bouts with Gerald; but when the foils were unb.u.t.toned, there was a difference which the girl could appreciate.
”In consequence,” said Dorothy, ”I had better hurry before I am still more afraid.”
V
So there came that evening, after dusk, to Mr. Francis Vanringham's apartments, at the _Three Gudgeons_, a young spark in pink-and-silver. He appeared startled at the sight of so much company, recovered his composure with a gulp, and presented himself to the a.s.sembled gentlemen as Mr.
Osric Allonby, unexpectedly summoned from Cambridge, and in search of his brother, Squire Gerald. At his step-mother's villa they had imagined Gerald might be spending the evening with Mr. Vanringham. Mr. Osric Allonby apologized for the intrusion; was their humble servant; and with a profusion of _congees_ made as though to withdraw.
Mr. Vanringham lounged forward. The comedian had a vogue among the younger men, since at all games of chance they found him untiring and tolerably honest; and his apartments were, in effect, a gambling parlor.
Vanringham now took the boy's hand very genially. ”You have somewhat the look of your sister,” he observed, after a prolonged appraisal; ”though, in nature, 'tis not expected of us trousered folk to be so beautiful. And by your leave, you'll not quit us thus unceremoniously, Master Osric. I am by way of being a friend of your brother's, and 'tis more than possible that he may during the evening honor us with his presence. Will you not linger awhile on the off-chance?” And Osric Allonby admitted he had no other engagements.