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He turned several times to gaze back at her picturesque figure, dim, but to him lovely in the gathering dusk. Robert, after his interview with the priest, returned to his old lodgings in a top floor of Vigo Street for he had left Almouth House, where Reckage's hospitality, kind as it was, suited neither his pride nor his mood.
Many other remarks were probably more amusing; these, however, were the most characteristic. When dinner was ended, Sara and the two ladies withdrew to the drawing-room, where they discussed with the utmost vehemence Orange's illegal marriage and Reckage's broken engagement. The sum and substance of their investigations were as follows: Lady Larch wondered what the world was coming to.
A little afraid, she shrank instinctively away from him, and as she dared not look up, she did not see the expression of triumph, mingled with other things, which, for a moment, lit up Lord Reckage's ordinarily inscrutable countenance. Lately, he had been somewhat depressed by his encounter with refractory wills.
Reckage's sly phrases about the ecclesiastical temperament; the sneers of some adventurous women on the subject of platonic affection; the good-natured brow-lifting of the wits and the worldly were not easy to bear for a man who was, by nature, impulsive, by nature, regardless of every sacrifice and all opinions while a strong purpose remained unfulfilled.
Lord Garrow, after much cautious consideration, had decided that Lady Sara could not absent herself from the d'Alchingens' party without exciting unfavourable comment, and so prejudicing her future relationship with the Duke of Marshire. His lordship, in his secret heart, was by no means sorry for Reckage's untimely death.
The act-drop had now descended, the lights were turned on to their full power, and Orange, following the direction of Reckage's gaze, saw, in the last row of the stalls, a large man about nine-and-thirty with an emotional, nervous face, a heavy beard, and dense black hair.
Reckage's warning had encouraged her to believe that Orange's self-control was a hard achievement by no means any matter of a disposition naturally cold. If it were merely to be a struggle of wills, her will would prove the stronger. She meant to have her way this time. Wasn't it the critical moment of his life? Every instinct had been roused ambition, the love of adventure, the love of a woman.
Demoralised by disappointment, and made cynical by toiling over interests for which they had, at best, but a forced regard, little remained in their breasts but a sore determination to make the best of an abiding discontent. In joining Lord Reckage's Committee, they found themselves again, as they believed, in a false position.
"But play me that lovely air which Titiens sings in Il Flauto Magico." Agnes was too ill to appear at the Duchess of Pevensey's dinner that evening. Lord Reckage's melancholy, absent air during the entertainment, and his early withdrawal from the distinguished party, were referred, with sympathy, to the very proper distress he felt at Miss Carillon's tiresome indisposition.
Your BRIGIT." Reckage's voice broke in again. "I do wish you would try this rum omelette. It is capital." Orange laughed, but left the room. Rennes remarked that he had a powerful face. "Yes. He has a strong character. And he would never deceive another. But he deceives himself hourly daily." "In what way?" asked Rennes. "He doesn't know," said Reckage, "what a devilish fine chap he is!
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