Part 13 (2/2)

They all always talked, she had talked, about such things as if they were mere nothings. They had talked about the very taking of the Crew Idol as if it were a splendid joke! But she had not dreamed what such things were like when they were near. When they were held up to you naked they were like this! In the shame of it she could no more have faced Clara than if she had surprised Clara naked.

She s.n.a.t.c.hed the ring out of the pocket of her gown and clutched it in her hand. Was there no place in the world where she could be sure of safety for this?

With trembling fingers she fastened it again to the chain about her neck. She thought of Kerr down-stairs waiting for her. Well, she would rather keep it with her. Then, at least, she would know when it was taken from her. Still in the fury of her outraged faith, she pa.s.sed through her violated rooms, and slowly along the hall and down the stairs.

XI

THE MYSTERY TAKES HUMAN FORM

He turned from the window where he had presented a long, drooping, patient back, and his warm, ironic mirth--the same that had played with her the first night--flashed out at sight of her. But after a moment another expression mixed with it, sharpened it, and fastened upon her with an incredulous intentness.

She stood on the threshold, pale, and brilliant still in her blaze of anger, equal, at last, to anything. Kerr, as he signaled to her with every lineament of his enlivened face, his interest, his defiance, his uncontrollability, was not the man of her imaginary conversations. He was not here to be used and disposed of; but, as he came toward her, the new admiration in his face was bringing her rea.s.surance that neither was she. The thought that her moment of bitter incredulity had made her formidable gave her courage to fight even him, of whom she was so much in awe; gave her courage even to smile, though she grew hot at the first words he spoke.

”You should not be brave and then run away, you know.”

She thought of her rush up the stairs again. ”I had to go back to see Mrs. Britton.” (Oh, how she had seen her!)

It seemed to Flora that everything she had been through in the last few moments was blazoned on her face. But he only looked a little more gravely at her, though his sardonic eye-brow twitched.

”Ah, I thought you only ran back to hide in your doll's house.”

She laughed. Such a picture of her!

”Well, at any rate, now I've come out, what have you to say to me?”

”Now you've come out,” he repeated, and looked at her this time with full gravity, as if he realized finally how far she'd come.

She had taken the chair in the light of the eastern windows. She lay back in the cus.h.i.+ons, her head a little bent, her hands interlaced with a perfect imitation of quietude. The dull satin of her slender foot was the only motion about her, but the long, slow rise and fall of her breath was just too deep-drawn for repose.

He looked down upon her from his height.

”I'm sorry I frightened you last night,” he said, ”but I'm not sorry I came, since you've seen me. You needn't have, you know, if you didn't want to. You could have stayed in the doll's house; and there, I suppose, you think I should never have found you--or _it_ again?”

He was silent a moment, leaning on the chair opposite, watching her with knitted forehead, while her apprehension fluttered for what he should do next. He had done away with all the amenities of meeting and attacked his point with a directness that took her breath.

”You know what I've come for,” he said, ”but now I'm here, now that I see you, I wonder if there's something I haven't reckoned on.” He looked at her earnestly. ”If you think I've taken advantage of you--if you say so--I'll go away, and give you a chance to think it over.”

It would have been so easy to have nodded him out, but instead she half put out her hand toward him. ”No; stay.”

He gave her a quick look--surprise and approbation at her courage. He dropped into a chair. ”Then tell me about it.”

Flora's heart went quick and little. She held herself very still, afraid in her intense consciousness lest her slightest movement might betray her. She only moved her eyes to look up at him questioningly, suspending acknowledgment of what he meant until he should further commit himself.

”I mean the sapphire,” he said. He waited.

”Yes,” she answered coolly. ”I saw that it interested you last night, but I couldn't think especially why. It's a beautiful stone.”

He laughed without a sound--shook noiselessly for a minute. ”Meaning that a gentleman shouldn't pounce upon any beautiful stone he may happen to see?” He got up and moved about restlessly in the little s.p.a.ce between their two chairs. ”Quite so; lay it to my being more than a gentleman; lay it to my being a crack-brained enthusiast, a confounded beauty wors.h.i.+per, a vicious curio dealer, an ill-mannered a.s.s! But”--and he flashed around at her with a snap of his nervous fingers--”where did you get it?”

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