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As yet, he felt himself too weak for any but the most informal functions; and Carew, always at his elbow, assured him from his own experience that informality, just then, was an unknown word in the social vocabulary of Cape Town. Carew, bidden on all sides, was dividing his time between his convalescent friend and the gayeties of early winter.
In the darkness Carew strode on to where a light shone through the doorway of a hut, but his eyes were looking straight before him into the night, and had the expression of one whose thoughts were very far away. It had cost him an effort to go up there with the note, but he had made it purposely, determined to take in hand quickly that vein of weakness which threatened him at sight of Meryl.
He turned away from her, hurt by her manner, and so ill able to conceal his feelings that Miss Carew, who was watching him, set him down privately as the most inept dissimulator she had ever met. He looked at Lydia wistfully, as if trying to read her thoughts, which now seemed to be with the setting sun, or in some equally beautiful and mysterious region.
"Why, boy," said she, with a quaint air of surprise, "thou art a very pretty fellow! Why, indeed, thou lookest like a good boy! Why wilt thou be so bad and break my father's heart?" "Break thy father's heart?" stammered Nick. "Pr'ythee, who is thy father, Mistress Princess?" "Nay," said the little maid, simply; "I am no princess. I am Cicely Carew."
Byam," drawled the young man, somewhat insolently, but without being aware that he was addressing a stranger by his Christian name, "Carew says you know every thing. What is it that a gentleman is now obliged to go through before he can get any of these snug things one used to get for the asking? What is the confounded thing one has to pass?"
Coe's father and I myself, as you heard me saying, have had a great deal to do with Carew. You knew him well, of course?" "Yes, Sir; I did." "And the place too, of course. It was a very fine one, was it not? Plenty of pictures, and looking-glasses, and things?" "It was very richly furnished." It was curious to mark the difference of manner between questioner and respondent.
It might chance, however, that something of the old mood might linger in her mind. Carew had felt sure of her love for him. Perhaps she had loved him once, before the Captain had won the first place in her heart.
"He owes me more than one service, Mr. Carew, but enough of speech! Do you and Miss Hatherton follow me closely, and avoid any appearance of alarm or haste." We had already crossed the street that lay in the rear of the Silver Lily, and entered one at right angles to it.
He will be here in five minutes." Mrs. Carew nodded. She had not forgotten this guest. "The Vicomte d'Audierne," said Mr. Bodery, with considerable interest, turning away from the tea-table, cup in hand. "Is that the man who got out of my train?" "Yes," replied Sidney; "do you know him?" "I have heard of him." Mr. Bodery turned and took a slice of bread and butter from a plate which Hilda held.
On the 23rd of September the Council, presided over by Mountjoy, was assembled in Kilkenny Castle: there were present Carew, Ormond, Sir Richard Wingfield, Marshal of the Queen's troops, uncle to Carew, and founder of the family of Powerscourt; also Chief Justice Gardiner, and other members less known.
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