Part 19 (1/2)

But at that small word his whole mood warmed to her. ”Why, then,” he began eagerly, ”if Cressy doesn't know--”

”Oh, but he--” Flora stopped in terror of herself. ”I can't talk of him, I must not. Don't ask me!” she implored, ”and please, please don't come to my house again!”

He gave his head a puzzled, impatient shake. ”Then where _am_ I to see you?”

”In a few days--perhaps to-morrow--I will let you know.” She rose. She had her package now. She was getting back her courage. There was no further way of keeping her.

But he followed her closely through the crowd to the door. ”Yes,” he said quickly under his breath, ”in a few days, perhaps to-morrow, as soon as you get rid of it, you won't mind meeting me! What are you afraid of? Surely not me?”

She was, but hotly denied it.

”I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of them!”

”Of them!” He peered at her. ”What are you talking about now?”

Ah, she had said too much! She bit her lip. They had reached the corner, and the gliding cable car was approaching. She turned to him with a last appeal.

”Don't ask me anything! Don't come with me! Don't follow me!”

Not until she was safely inside the car did she dare look back at him.

He was still on the corner, and he raised his hat and smiled so rea.s.suringly that she was half-way home before she realized that, in spite of all she had urged upon him, he had not committed himself to any promise. And yet, she thought in dismay, he had almost made her give away Harry's confidence. She was seeing more and more clearly that this was the danger of meeting him. He always got something out of her and never, by chance, gave her anything in return. If he should seek her to-night she dared not be at home! Any place would be safer than her own house. It would be better to fulfil her engagement and go to the reception with Clara and Harry. That was a house Kerr did not know.

It was awkward to have to announce this sudden change of plan after her pretenses of the morning, but of late she had lived too constantly with danger for Clara's lifted eyebrows to daunt her. The mere trivial act of being dressed each day was fraught with danger. To get the sapphire off her person before Marrika should appear; to put it back somehow after Marrika had done; to s.h.i.+ft it from one place to another as she wore gowns cut high or low--and every moment in fear lest she be discovered in the act! This was her daily manoeuver. To-night she clasped the chain around her waist beneath her petticoats. But Marrika's sensitive fingers, smoothing over, for the last time, the close-fitting front of the gown, felt the sapphire, fumbled with it, and tried to adjust it like a b.u.t.ton.

”That is all right,” Flora said quickly. ”Nothing shows.” Was it always to make itself known, she thought uneasily, no matter how it was hid?

She was ready early, in the hope that Harry might come, as he had been wont to do, a little before the appointed hour. But he turned up without a moment to spare. Clara was down-stairs in her cloak when he appeared.

There was no chance for a word at dinner. But if she could not manage it later in the wider field of the reception, why, then she deserved to fail in everything.

But she found, upon their arrival that even this was going to be hard to bring about. For she was immediately pounced upon--first, by Ella Buller.

”Why, Flora,” at the top of her voice, ”where have you been all these days!” Then in a hot whisper, ”Did you speak to her? It hasn't done one bit of good.”

”I think you are mistaken,” Flora murmured. ”But be careful, and let me know--” She had only time for that broken sentence before she was surrounded; and other voices took up the chorus.

She was getting to be a perfect hermit.

She was forgetting all her old friends.

And a less kindly voice in the background added, ”Yes, for new ones.”

She realized with some alarm that though she had forgotten her public, it had kept its eye on her. She answered, laughing, that she was keeping Lent early, and allowed herself to be drifted about through the crowd by more or less entertaining people, now and then getting glimpses of Harry, tracking him by his burnished brown head, waiting her opportunity to get him cornered. At last she saw him making for the smoking-room.

Connecting this with the drawing-room where she stood was a small red lounging-room, walls, floor and furniture all covered with crimson velvet. It had a third door which communicated indirectly with the reception-rooms, by means of a little hall. She was near that hall, and it would be the work of a moment to slip by way of it into the red room and stop Harry on his way through. She had not played at such a game since, as a child, she had jumped out on people from dark closets, and Harry was as much astonished as she could remember they had been. He was cutting the end of a cigar and he all but dropped it.

”What in the world are you doing here alone?” He spoke peevishly. ”I don't see how a crowd of men can leave such a bundle of fascination at large!”

She made him a low courtesy and said she was preventing him from doing so.

”It's very good of you, and you are very pretty, Flora,” he admitted with a grudging smile, ”but I've got to see a man in there.” His eyes went to the door of the smoking-room whence was audible a discussion of voices, and among them Judge Buller's ba.s.so. She was between Harry and the door. Laughingly, he made as if to put her aside, when the door through which she had entered opened again sharply; and Kerr came in.