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"Could I ever have consented to go to sea with a boatful of men, and not a woman on board? You have disgraced me, Malcolm." Between anger and annoyance she was on the point of crying. "It's not so bad as that, my lady. Here, Rose!" At his word, Rose appeared. "I've brought one of Lady Bellair's maids for your service, my lady," Malcolm went on. "She will do the best she can to wait on you."
Isolated in the midst of the gardens was a long building, called the summer-room, lined with Indian matting, and screened on one side from the air merely by Venetian blinds. The walls of this chamber were almost entirely covered with caricatures, and prints of the country seats of Lady Bellair's friends, all of which she took care to visit.
'And so we might, I think, said Miss Grandison; 'at least, some of us. 'Make us, then, said Lord Montfort. 'I cannot make you. 'I think you could, Miss Grandison. At this moment Henrietta entered, and the conversation assumed a different turn. 'Will you go with us to Lady Bellair's, Kate? said Miss Temple. 'The duchess has asked me to call there this morning.
Temple and his daughter were too well acquainted with Lady Bellair's character to appear at this critical moment.
When at last Elwyn left the house, clad in an old light coat of Bellair's in order that the folk early astir should not see that he was wearing evening clothes, he felt happier, more light-hearted, than he had done for years.
Knowing nothing of Lady Bellair's proceedings, they sent Davy to reconnoitre in Portland Place. He brought back word that there was no one in the house but an old woman. So Malcolm took Florimel there. Everything belonging to their late visitors had vanished, and nobody knew where they had gone.
"Oh! you know he is acting as a kind of steward to-night and has so many things to do. It was not his fault." "And you would have waited patiently for him?" "Patiently? I don't know. Certainly I should have waited, for no one but a stranger would have asked me to dance." "I hope, however, you forgive me." They had reached Mrs. Bellair's, and she only answered by a smile as she sat down.
The kitchen corner was partitioned off from the sitting-room by a splendid folding screen of Oriental workmanship, exhibiting birds-of-paradise, and the blue rivers and gilt pagodas of China. The other partitions were the work of Bellair's own hands, woven of bamboo and long grass, dyed with the vegetable dyes, with whose mysteries he was, like a true African, acquainted.
There was sharp chagrin, reproachful dismay, in Bellair's voice. Elwyn remembered that in old days Jim had always hated being alone. "Won't you stay and hear what Pixton says? Or or are you in a hurry?" Elwyn turned round. "Of course I'll stay," he said briefly. Bellair spared him thanks, but he began walking about the room restlessly. At last he went to the door and set it ajar.
Ferdinand just touched his lordship's finger, and bowed rather stiffly; then, turning to his mother, he gave her Lady Bellair's note. 'It concerns you more than myself, he observed. 'You were not at Lady Bellair's last night, Captain Armine, said her Grace. 'I never go anywhere, was the answer. 'He has been a great invalid, said Lady Armine.
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