"My place is here," Hortensia explained. "Unless Mr. Caryll should, himself, desire me to depart.""Nay, nay," he cried, and smiled upon her fondly - so fondly that the countess's eyes grew wider. "With all my heart, Idesire you to remain. It is most fitting you should hear that which I have to say.""What does it mean?" demanded Rotherby, thrusting himself forward, and scowling from one to the other of them. "What d'ye mean, Hortensia?""I am Mr. Caryll's betrothed wife," she answered quietly.
Rotherby's mouth fell open, but he made no sound. Not so her ladyship. A peal of shrill laughter broke from her. "La!
What did I tell you, Charles?" Then to Hortensia: "I'm sorry for you, ma'am," said she. "I think ye've been a thought too long in making up your mind." And she laughed again.
"Lord Ostermore lies above stairs," Hortensia reminded her, and her ladyship went white at the reminder, the indecency of her laughter borne in upon her.
"Would ye lesson me, girl?" she cried, as much to cover her confusion as to vent her anger at the cause of it. "Ye've an odd daring, by God! Ye'll be well matched with his impudence, there."Rotherby, singularly self-contained, recalled her to the occasion.
"Mr. Caryll is waiting," said he, a sneer in his voice.
"Ah, yes," she said, and flashing a last malignant glance upon Hortensia, she sank to a chair beside her, but not too near her.
Mr. Caryll sat back, his legs crossed, his elbows on his chair-arms, his finger-tips together. "The thing I have to tell you is of some gravity," he announced by way of preface.
Rotherby took a seat by the desk, his hand upon the treasonable letters. "Proceed, sir," he said, importantly.
Mr. Caryll nodded, as in acknowledgment of the invitation.
"I will admit, before going further, that in spite of the cheerful countenance I maintained before your lordship's friend, the bumbailiff, and your lackeys, I recognize that you have me in a very dangerous position.""Ah!" from his lordship in a breath of satisfaction, and "Ah!" from Hortensia in a gasp of apprehension.
Her ladyship retained a stony countenance, and a silence that sorted excellently with it.
"There is," Mr. Caryll proceeded, marking off the points on his fingers, "the incident at Maidstone; there is your ladyship's evidence that I was the bearer of just such a letter on the day that first I came here; there is the dangerous circumstance - of which Mr. Green, I am sure, will not fail to make a deal - of my intimacy with Sir Richard Everard, and my constant visits to his lodging, where I was, in fact, on the occasion when he met his death; there is the fact that I committed upon Mr. Green an assault with my snuff box for motives that, after all, admit of but one acceptable explanation; and, lastly, there is the circumstance that, apparently, if interrogated, I can show no good reason why Ishould be in England at all, where no apparent interest has called me or keeps me.
"Now, these matters are so trivial that taken separately they have no value whatever; taken conjointly, their value is not great; they do not contain evidence enough to justify the hanging of a dog. And yet, I realize that disturbed as the times are, fearful of sedition as the government finds itself in consequence of the mischief done to public credit by the South Sea disaster, and ready as the ministry is to see plots everywhere and to make examples, pour discourager les autres, if the accusation you intend is laid against me, backed by such evidence as this, it is not impossible - indeed, it is not improbable - that it may - ah - tend to shorten my life.""Sir," sneered Rotherby, "I declare you should have been a lawyer. We haven't a pleader of such parts and such lucidity at the whole bar."Mr. Caryll nodded his thanks. "Your praise is very flattering, my lord," said he, with a wry smile, and then proceeded: "It is because I see my case to be so very nearly desperate, that I venture to hope you will not persevere in the course you are proposing to adopt."Lord Rotherby laughed noiselessly. "Can you urge me any reasons why we should not?""If you could urge me any reasons why you should," said Mr. Caryll, "no doubt I should be able to show you under what misapprehensions you are laboring." He shot a keen glance at his lordship, whose face had suddenly gone blank. Mr. Caryll smiled quietly. "There is in this something that I do not understand," he resumed. "It does not satisfy me to suppose, as at first might seem, that you are acting out of sheer malice against me. You have scarcely cause to do that, my lord; and you, my lady, have none. That fool Green - patience - he conceives that he has suffered at my hands. But without your assistance Mr. Green would be powerless to hurt me.
What, then, is it that is moving you?"
He paused, looking from one to the other of his declared enemies. They exchanged glances - Hortensia watching them, breathless, her own mind working, too, upon this question that Mr. Caryll had set, yet nowhere finding an answer.
"I had thought," said her ladyship at last, "that you promised to tell us something that it was in our interest to hear.
Instead, you appear to be asking questions."
