Part 44 (1/2)
Lord Evelyn paused for a moment; then he said,
”I'll go with you, Brand.”
Well, he had not the heart even to protest; for he thoroughly understood the generous friends.h.i.+p that had prompted such an offer. He might remonstrate afterward; now he would not. On the contrary, he began to speak of his experience of the various lines; of the delight of the voyage to any one not abnormally sensitive to sea-sickness; of the humors of the bagmen; of the occupations and amus.e.m.e.nts on board; of dolphins, fog-horns, icebergs, rope-quoits, gra.s.s-widows, and the chances of poker. It was all a holiday excursion, then? The two friends lit their cigars and went back to their arm-chairs. The tired and haggard look on George Brand's face had for the moment been banished.
But by-and-by he said, rather absently,
”I suppose, hereafter, Natalie and you will have many a talk over what has happened. And you will go there just as usual, and spend the evening, and hear her read, or listen to her singing with the zither. It seems strange. Perhaps she will be able to forget altogether--to cut this unhappy episode out of her life, as it were.” Then he added, as if speaking to himself, ”No, she is not likely to forget.”
Lord Evelyn looked up.
”In the mean time, does she know about your going?”
”I presume not--not yet. But I must see her and tell her unless, indeed, Lind should try to prevent that too. He might lay injunctions on her that she was not to see me again.”
”That is true,” his friend said. ”He might command. But the question is whether she would obey. I have known Natalie Lind longer than you have.
She is capable of thinking and acting for herself.”
Nothing further was said on this point; they proceeded to talk of other matters. It was perhaps a quarter of an hour afterward--close on eleven o'clock--that Waters knocked at the door and then came into the room.
”A letter for you, sir.”
A quick glance at the envelope startled him.
”How did you get it?” he said instantly.
”A girl brought it, sir, in a cab. She is gone again. There was no answer, she said.”
Waters withdrew. Brand hastily opened the letter, and read the following lines, written in pencil, apparently with a trembling hand:
”Dearest,--I spent this evening with Madame Potecki. My father came for me, and on the way home has told me something of what has occurred. It was for the purpose of telling me that you and I must not meet again--never, never. My own, I cannot allow you to pa.s.s a single night, or a single hour, thinking such a thing possible. Have I not promised to you? When it is your wish to see me, come to me: I am yours. Good-night, and Heaven guard you!
”NATALIE.”
George Brand turned to his friend.
”This,” said he; but his lip trembled, and he stopped for a second. Then he continued: ”This is a message from her, Evelyn. And I know what poor old Calabressa would say of it, if he were here. He would say: 'This is what might have been expected from the daughter of Natalie Berezolyi!'”
”She knows, then?”
”Yes,” said he, still looking at the hastily written lines in pencil, ”and it is as you imagined. Her father has told her we must not see each other again, and she has refused to be bound by any such injunction. I rather fancy she thinks he must have conveyed the same intimation to me; at all events, she has written at once to a.s.sure me that she will not break her promise to me. It was kindly meant; was it not? I wish Anneli had waited for a second.”
He folded up the letter and put it in his pocket-book: it was one more treasure he should carry with him to America. But when, later on, Evelyn had left, he took it out again, and re-read again and again the irregular, hurried, pencilled lines, and thought of the proud, quick, generous spirit that had prompted them. And was she still awake and thinking? And could her heart hear, through the silence of the night, the message of love and grat.i.tude that he sent her? ”_Good-night, and Heaven guard you!_” It had been a troubled and hara.s.sing day for him; but this tender good-night message came in at the close of it like a strain of sweet music that he would carry with him into the land of dreams.
CHAPTER x.x.x.
SOME TREASURES.
The next morning Natalie was sitting alone in the little dining-room, dressed ready to go out. Perhaps she had been crying a little by herself; but at all events, when she heard the sound of some one being admitted at the front-door and coming into the pa.s.sage, she rose, with a flush of pleasure and relief appearing on her pale and saddened face. It was Madame Potecki.