Part 23 (2/2)

”That will do for to-day, Dolly. You must be awfully tired and cramped, for we've had an unusually long spell.”

His voice recalled her to consciousness. Stretching both arms above her head, she gave a stifled yawn, and slowly rose from her couch with a languid grace. Slipping her foot into the shoe, she stepped down to where he was standing.

”Why, what's the time?” she asked, noticing it was growing dusk.

”Half-past six,” he replied. ”I've an engagement to dine at the Vagabond Club at the Holborn at seven, therefore I haven't much time to lose. By Jove!” he added admiringly, ”you look absolutely bewitching, my little _houri_. If Hugh could only see you now, 'pon my honour he'd go down on his knees and propose straight away.”

”You think so, do you?” she asked artlessly, laughing and glancing down at her gauzy dress, a fair, bright-eyed odalisque. Then she grew serious, and examined the picture. ”You've certainly made very good progress this afternoon with everything except the hand. The high light is scarcely perfect,” she added, fixing her gaze upon the canvas, and moving across the studio to study the effect from the opposite direction.

”I must finish that to-morrow,” the artist said, as he carefully wiped a small brush, and placed it aside. ”The light has not been good for the last hour or more.”

”The fingers, too, want retouching. They look just a trifle too stiff,”

she continued, with the air of a critic.

”Yes, I have noticed that. But I must now go and make myself presentable, for I haven't a moment to lose. Run and dress yourself, there's a good girl.”

Already she was plaiting her hair, and coiling it deftly upon her head.

”Very well,” she said, and tripped lightly away; but, losing a slipper in her walk, she was compelled to stop and recover it.

Then she disappeared into the small room adjacent, sacred to her use for purposes of dressing, and sometimes of resting after the fatigue of posing for prolonged periods.

Egerton, who laughed over the refractory slipper, and chaffed her good-humouredly, declaring that she let it slip off in order to attract his attention to the smallness of her foot, cleaned his palette, knocked the ashes from his pipe, and also left the studio.

When alone in her room, Dolly drew from her pocket a letter in a firm, masculine hand, which she had received at her home before leaving that morning.

”An evening at the Empire will perhaps brighten me up. At all events, it will be a change,” she thought, after she had glanced over the note.

”Besides, what harm is there? I don't care two pins for the fellow, but--n.o.body cares for me,” she added, with a little disconsolate sigh.

Replacing the note in its envelope, she quickly divested herself of her transparent garments, and a.s.sumed a more unromantic and conventional attire. Having finished, she went to Mrs. O'Shea's room to have her usual chat before returning home.

To-night, however, she did not remain long, for almost as soon as Jack Egerton had left the house she also followed.

The clocks were striking half-past seven as she entered Victoria Station, and was joined by a tall, dark man in evening dress, who raised his hat, smiled, and grasped her hand warmly. She had met him for the first time a fortnight before. While travelling in a train between Clapham and Waterloo he had spoken to her, and she being nothing loth to a mild flirtation, an acquaintance soon sprang up between them. Already they had spent several evenings together, and she had found him a very pleasant companion. Dolly Vivian was essentially a _fin de siecle_ girl. Although admitting in her own mind that to dine and visit music halls with a man about whom she knew almost nothing was scarcely proper, yet the cause of her sudden longing for pleasure was not far to seek.

Since Hugh's departure for Brussels she had been gloomy and despondent, for it had been proved to her beyond doubt that he cared nothing for her, but was madly in love with the voluble foreign woman, who seemed to exercise a power over him that was incomprehensible. She had bidden farewell to the man she loved with every fibre of her being, and was now growing world-weary and careless. Her sister had died a year before, and she now found life in a mean, gloomy lodging, with her aged mother, very lonely and dull. In this spirit she met Henry Mansell, her new acquaintance, and discovered that the pleasures of variety entertainments drove away her sad thoughts. Her Bohemian nature longed to penetrate into phases of society hitherto forbidden to her, and she looked upon this as an opportunity for gratifying it. Egerton, who admired both her beauty and her many sterling qualities, frequently took her to concerts and theatres, but as their friends.h.i.+p was purely platonic, and, as during the years of their acquaintance he had never hinted at affection, his companions.h.i.+p at places of entertainment had become monotonous. Mansell, who flattered her, indulged her whims, and paid her those delicate attentions that women love, was more to her taste in her present state of mind. He spent his money freely upon her, and appeared infatuated with her beauty, while she, neither inexperienced nor _gauche_, was content that he should entertain her.

Briefly, she was but a London girl of to-day, a single example of thousands of others who have a _penchant_ for fast life, and who gratify it without overstepping the bounds--who rub shoulders with the _demi-monde_, but who are not of it. True they copy the ”creature” in her clothes, her appearance, and even her manners, but the imitation is due to the fact that to be considered a trifle ”fast” is alas! nowadays considered good form.

Dolly's movements that evening were scarcely those of the modest retiring girl she really was, and would have caused the artist much surprise had he been watching her.

From Victoria they drove to a cafe in Regent Street, where they dined together, walking thence along Coventry Street to the Empire Theatre.

After half an hour in the stalls they went upstairs to the circle promenade, that recognised resort of the _jeunesse doree_, and strolled up and down among the gay crowd. The brilliant light, the dreamy music of the ballet, and the ever-s.h.i.+fting figures around, combined, perhaps, with the wine she had taken, exhilarated her.

Among the crowd of men who pa.s.sed up and down, there was one who watched them closely, but un.o.bserved. A dozen times he sauntered past, cigar in mouth and hands in pocket, as if merely killing time like the others.

Yet, had Dolly glanced up at the opportune moment, she would have seen meaning glances exchanged between her companion and the man who was keeping observation upon them so mysteriously.

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