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Would she awaken the flesh of this man as well as the spirit, and through spirit and flesh would she attain his soul? And then? Isaacson's sincerity was sorely tested by his friendship at this period. Original though he was, and full of the sensitive nature's distaste for marching with the mob, he was ranged with the mob against Nigel in this affair of Mrs. Chepstow.
"True, admiral," answered a Gatcombe pilot; "and I trow we shall find it trying work looking for black men on a black night." "Well spoken, master pilot; but if thou canst keep our lives free of danger from shoal and sandbank, we'll e'en try to do the rest." "I'll warrant ye safe passage anywhere 'twixt Chepstow and Gloucester, Sir Francis." "I ask no more. Now, gentlemen, aboard!"
Chepstow lived in Isaacson's thought that she looked younger, less faded, and more beautiful. Her vanity was awake. His thought of her had suddenly increased her value in her own eyes, made her think she could attract him. She had scarcely tried to attract him the first time that she had met him. But now he saw her go to her armoury to select the suitable weapon with which to strike him.
"I want to introduce a friend to you. May I?" "Of course." Armine moved, and Doctor Isaacson stood by Mrs. Chepstow. "Doctor Meyer Isaacson, Mrs. Chepstow." The Doctor scarcely knew whether he had expected Mrs. Chepstow to recognize him, or whether he had anticipated what actually happened her slight bow and murmured "I'm delighted to meet you."
The constable who came for me said it was something to do with Scotland Yard." "So it is, doctor. I had Mr. Narkom send for you to perform a very trifling but most important operation upon his little lordship here." "Upon Cedric!" exclaimed Lady Chepstow, rising in a panic of alarm. "An operation to be performed upon my baby boy? Oh, Mr. Cleek, in the name of Heaven "
As the Doctor spoke, it seemed to flash upon him that he was passing a judgment upon his friend this man whom he admired, whom he almost loved. "I should always trust my heart," said Armine. "But I very often mistrust my head. Won't you have any more champagne?" "No, thank you." "What do you say to our joining Mrs. Chepstow? It must be awfully dull for her, supping all alone.
"Cut him with a knife?" repeated Cleek in a reflective tone, and blew out a long, low whistle. "Oh, but that is not the worst, Mr. Cleek," went on Ailsa. "Three days ago a woman, very beautiful and distinguished-looking, called to see Lady Chepstow regarding the reference of a former servant, one Jane Catherboys, who used to be her ladyship's maid.
I don't think I bother much about what prompts me to a thing. But I say, Isaacson, sometimes it seems to me that you have a devilish long sight into things, an almost uncanny long sight." He leaned forward. "But in you I don't mind it." "I don't say I acknowledge it. But why should you mind it in any one?" Nigel quoted some words of Mrs. Chepstow, but Isaacson did not know he quoted.
Keep it always with you, never be without it night or day, and if any living creature offers you violence, shoot him down as you would a mad dog. Good-night, and remember!" And long after she and Lady Chepstow had gone down and passed out into the night he stood there, looking the situation straight in the face and thinking his own troubled thoughts. "A wedding bouquet!
"All of which shows, my dear Cleek," put in Narkom significantly, "that, whatever hand is directing these attempts, it belongs to one who knows more than a mere outsider possibly could: in short, to one who is aware of his little lordship's excessive fondness for sugared violets, and is aware that Lady Chepstow once did have a maid named Jane Catherboys."
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