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So Eve Challoner left John Craik's office an independent woman for the time being, and the charity was so deeply hidden that her ever- combative pride had failed to detect it. The shadow, cloaked from head to foot, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. As she walked back to Grosvenor Gardens, Eve reflected with some satisfaction that the Ingham-Bakers had left Mrs. Harrington's hospitable roof.
It would almost seem that these twin minds followed each other into the same train of thought. Fitz frowned with an air of reflectiveness. "The Ingham-Bakers," he said. "Who are they?" Luke gave a little laugh which almost expressed a sudden relief. "Don't you remember?" he said. "She is a friend of Mrs. Harrington's, and and there is Agatha, her daughter." "I remember stout.
Not the daughter, the old woman, I mean. Oh yes. Where are they going?" "To Malta." It was perfectly obvious, even to Luke, that the Ingham-Bakers' immediate or projective destination was a matter of the utmost indifference to Fitz, who was more interested in the Croonah than in her passengers. They were both conscious of an indefinite feeling of disappointment.
"So I understand. So fine, indeed, that two friends of mine, the Ingham-Bakers, were induced to go to Malta in her. There is no limit now to feminine enterprise. Mothers are wonderful, and their daughters no less so. N'est-ce pas, Senor?" "All ladies are wonderful!" said the Count, with a grave bow. "They are as the good God made them." "I don't agree with you there," snapped Mrs. Harrington.
"So you saw the Ingham-Bakers also, Fitz?" "Yes; they lunched with us." "And Agatha was very pleasant, no doubt?" "Very." "She always is to men. The Count admires her greatly. She makes him do so." "She has an easy task," put in De Lloseta quietly. It almost seemed that there was some feeling about Agatha between these two people. "You know," Mrs.
Fitz nodded. "I suppose," he added as an afterthought, "that I ought to pay my respects to Mrs. Ingham-Baker?" Luke's face cleared suddenly. Fitz had evidently forgotten about Agatha. "I will ask them to lunch with us in my cabin," he said. And presently they left the bridge. In due course Fitz was presented to the Ingham-Bakers, and Agatha was very gracious. Fitz looked at her a good deal.
Instead, he sat on a long chair on deck and read the Commentator. He naturally concluded that at last Cipriani de Lloseta had acceded to John Craik's wish. The Ingham-Bakers had come home from Malta and were at this time staying with Mrs. Harrington in London. Agatha had of late taken to reading the newspapers somewhat exhaustively.
Harrington turned to Eve again with a faint reflex of her overbearing manner towards the Ingham-Bakers and other persons who found it expedient to submit. "You will see at a glance," she said, "that it is impossible for you to live with Captain Bontnor." "I have already accepted his kind offer," returned the girl. "Thank you, nevertheless." "But," said Mrs.
"I should think you have had enough of Minorca to last you the rest of your life," said Luke, looking abruptly down at the quarrelling boatmen and the tangle of tossing craft beneath them. "It is not such a bad place as all that," replied Fitz. "I I rather like it." There was a little pause, and quite suddenly Luke said "The Ingham-Bakers are on board."
Fitz had been away for two years. Mrs. Harrington in making overtures of peace to Luke had been prompted by the one consistent motive of her life, self-gratification. She was tired of the obsequious society of persons like the Ingham-Bakers, whom she mentally set down as parasites. There is a weariness of the flesh that comes to rich women uncontrolled. They weary of their own power.
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