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She was going to show Girolamo the big waves from the causeway bridge before going on to church; they had a good half-hour. She experienced no surprise at seeing Michael, only asking about his night journey's uncomfortableness, and then she turned to Henry: "Come and join us there by the high parapet, Henry, as soon as you have taken Mr. Arranstoun up to Sabine.
"He was probably horribly surprised to come upon me at Héronac," her thoughts now ran, "and then just sampled me and went off as soon as he could back to Daisy in Paris!" Here chagrin began to rise, and soon dried all her tears. Yes! she hoped he would ask them to Arranstoun.
"I wish I could persuade you to come over the border to Arranstoun; it is only thirty-five miles from here, and really merits your attention." "I have heard it is a most interesting place," Sabine returned, suddenly experiencing the same wild delight in the game as she had done in the garden at Héronac. "Have you ghosts there? We do not have such things in France."
No details would probably be known, but that Michael Arranstoun had married a Sabine Delburg and now divorced her would certainly be announced in the Scotch journals, where the Arranstouns and their Castle were of such interest to the public. "If only I had been called Mary Smith!" Sabine almost moaned.
For a day or two, Michael Arranstoun could not make up his mind, when he heard of the Ebbsworth ball, as to whether or no he ought to go to it. He had several conversations with Binko upon the subject, and finally came to the conclusion that he would go. He had grown so desperately unhappy by this time, that he cared no more whether it were right or wrong he must see Sabine.
She was just crossing the corridor where the bachelors were lodged, when she almost ran into the arms of Michael Arranstoun. He stopped short and apologized and then he said: "I was coming to find you there is something I must say to you. Mrs. Forster's sitting-room is close here will you come with me in there for a moment; we can be alone." Sabine hesitated.
It did not seem to her a very nice drink not to be compared to sirop aux fraises but she knew at weddings people always had champagne. Michael gulped down a bumper, and it steadied his nerves and the fresh, vigorously healthy color came back to his face. The whole situation had excited his every sense. "Let me wish you all joy Mrs. Arranstoun!" he said.
A large, vaulted chamber it was, with three narrow windows looking on to the grim courtyard beneath. Michael Arranstoun had selected this particular suite for himself when his father died ten years before, and his mother was left to spoil him, until she, too, departed from this world when he was sixteen. What a splendid inheritance he had come into!
She was with Henry, of course, behind that Spanish leather screen. He hardly even noticed that Moravia was a very pretty woman, most wonderfully dressed; but he felt she was a powerful unit in his game of getting Sabine to Arranstoun, and so he endeavored to make himself agreeable to her.
"You shall not be so any more we will go back to Arranstoun at once, darling, and begin a new and glorious life together. From every point of view that is the best thing to be done. We could not possibly go on all staying here, it would be grotesque and I am quite determined that I will never leave you again do you hear, Sabine?" And he turned her face and made her look into his eyes.
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