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The little patch of wonderful colour faded from her cheeks. "Listen!" she cried, with a note of terror in her voice. "That was the front door! Some one has come! Can't you hear them?" Lessingham's hand stole suddenly to his pocket. She caught the glitter of something half withdrawn, and shrank back with a half-stifled moan. "Not before you, dear," he promised. "Please do not be afraid.
He was not a coward, but he had no hankering after death, and there was death in Lessingham's threat and in the flash of his eyes. While he hesitated, there was a knock upon the door. Mills came silently in. He carried a telegram upon a salver. "For you, sir," he announced, addressing Captain Griffiths. "An orderly has just brought it down." Griffiths looked at the pink envelope and frowned.
Lessingham's, please let us speak not a word of this affair. I hate scenes." In a week's time, the Elgars' life had resumed the course it held before that interruption with the exception that Reuben, as often as it was possible, avoided accompanying his wife when she went from home. His own engagements multiplied, and twice before the end of July he spent Saturday and Sunday out of town.
There must be some place where you can go and hide until you can get away from the country." "But I'm dining here to-night," Lessingham protested. "I'm not going to hide anywhere." The two women exchanged glances of despair. "Can't I make you understand!" Philippa exclaimed pathetically. "You're in danger here really in danger!" Lessingham's demeanour showed no appreciation of the situation.
Such a step was alien to all the habits of their intercourse, to the spirit of her education. She had deemed herself a woman, and free; what else could result from Mrs. Lessingham's method of training and developing her? This disillusion gave a shock to her self-respect; she suffered from a sense of shame; with difficulty she subdued resentment and impulses yet more rebellious.
"I suppose," she confessed, "I am the narrowest person on earth. I can think of one thing, and one thing only. If Mr. Lessingham keeps his word, Dick will be here perhaps in a month, perhaps six weeks certainly soon!" "He will keep his word," Philippa said quietly. "He is that sort of man." The door on the other side of the room was softly opened. Lessingham's head appeared.
I pointed out the place to Woodville. 'You see, Percy, that's Lessingham's house! that's the house of the man who went away with Marjorie! 'Yes. Words came from him slowly, with a quite unnecessary stress on each. 'Because he made a speech. I'd like to make a speech. One day I'll make a speech. 'Because he made a speech, only that, and nothing more!
"I could imagine that, from the look of him." It was Mrs. Lessingham's Wednesday evening. The house at Craven Hill opened its doors at ten o'clock, and until midnight there was no lack of company. Singular people, more or less; distinguished from society proper by the fact that all had a modicum of brains. Some came from luxurious homes, some from garrets.
As I did so, another problem suggested itself to my mind, what connection, of the slightest importance, could a man in Paul Lessingham's position have with the eccentric being who had established himself in such an unsatisfactory dwelling-place? Mr Holt's story I had only dimly understood, it struck me that it would require a deal of understanding.
When his breath returned, it was with chokings and gaspings, in the midst of which he hissed out his words, as if their mere passage through his throat brought him near to strangulation. 'The letters of his dear love! of his dear love! his! Paul Lessingham's! So! It is as I guessed, as I knew, as I saw! Marjorie Lindon! Sweet Marjorie! His dear love! Paul Lessingham's dear love!
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