Part 42 (1/2)

She looked at him in silence before she replied:

”Not for defence.”

”Nor for anything else?”

She tried to speak, but her voice failed her.

”Nor for anything else?” he asked again.

Her voice was faint, her head sank, her body trembled, but she forced the one word, ”No.”

XXIII

”Mademoiselle has sent for me?” Bienville kissed the hand that Miss Grimston, without rising from her comfortable chair before the fire, lifted toward him. The hand-screen with which she s.h.i.+elded her face protected her not only from the blaze, but from his scrutiny. In the same way, the winter gloaming, with its uncertain light, nerved her against her fear of self-betrayal, giving her that a.s.surance of being mistress of herself which she lacked when he was near.

”I did send for you. I wanted to see you. Won't you sit down?”

”I've been expecting the summons,” he said, significantly, taking the seat on the other side of the hearth.

”Indeed? Why?”

”I thought the day would come when you would be more just to me.”

”You thought I'd--hear things?”

”Perhaps.”

”I have. That's why I asked you to come.”

During the brief silence before she spoke again he was able to congratulate himself on his diplomacy. He had checked his first impulse to come to her with his great news immediately on his return from Lakefield. He had seen how relatively ineffective the information would be were it to proceed bluntly from himself. He had even restrained Mrs.

Bayford's enthusiasm, in order to let the intelligence filter gently through the neutral agencies of common gossip. In this way it would seem to Miss Grimston a discovery of her own, and appeal to her as an indirect corroboration of his word. He had the less scruple in taking these precautions in that he believed Diane to have justified anything he might have said of her. It was no small relief to a man of honor to know he had not been guilty of a gratuitous slander, even though it was only on a woman. He awaited Miss Grimston's next words with complacent expectancy, but when they came they surprised him.

”I wondered a little why you should have been at Lakefield.”

”I'm afraid you'll think it was for a very foolish reason,” he laughed, ”but I'll tell you, if you want to know. I went because I thought you were there.”

”I? At three o'clock in the morning?”

”It was like this,” he went on. ”You'll pardon me if I say anything to give you offence, but you'll understand the reason why. On the day when we all lunched together at the Restaurant Blitz--you, Madame your aunt, your friend Monsieur Reggie Bradford, and I--I was a little jealous of some understanding between you two, in which I was not included. You spoke together in whispers, and exchanged glances in such a way that all my fears were aroused. Afterward you went away with him. That evening, at the Stuyvesant Club, I heard a strange rumor. It was whispered from one to another until it reached me. Your friend Monsieur Bradford is not a silent person, and what he knows is sure to become common property.

The rumor--which I grant you was an absurd one--was to the effect that he had persuaded you to run away and marry him; and that you had actually been seen on the way to Lakefield in his car.”

”I was in his car. That's quite true.”

”Ah? Then there was some foundation for the report. Madame your aunt will have told you how I hurried here, about eleven o'clock that night.

You had disappeared, leaving nothing behind but an enigmatic note saying you would explain your absence in the morning. What was I to think, Mademoiselle? I was afraid to think. I didn't stop to think. I determined to follow you. It was too late for any train, so I took an auto. I reached the Bay Tree Inn--and saw what I saw. _Voila_!”