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Maulevrier spoke so decisively about a speedy migration northward, seemed so inclined to regret the time wasted since the twelfth of the month, that she thought the danger was past, and she could afford to be civil.
'Oh, nothing worth speaking of sixteen or seventeen pounds, at most. Lesbia felt cold and creepy, and hardly knew whether it was the chill of new-born day, or the sense of owing money to Horace Smithson. Those three or four half-sovereigns to-night were the end of her last remittance from Lady Maulevrier.
'Very well for your sleepy Keats, but I don't suppose you would have noticed the passage if marigolds were not in fashion, said Mary, with a touch of scorn. 'What could happen? Why a hundred things an earthquake, flood, or fire. What could happen, do you say, Lesbia? Why Maulevrier might come home unexpectedly, and charm us out of this death-in-life.
Whether the tears were for Madame de Maulevrier or for Nangis, was doubtful. But Nangis, nevertheless, aroused by this rivalry, threw Madame de la Vrilliere into terrible grief, and into a humour over which she was not mistress. This tocsin made itself heard by Maulevrier. What will not a man think of doing when possessed to excess by love or ambition?
'Our walks and drives have been very pleasant. Mr. Hammond is extremely clever, and can talk about everything. Her colour heightened ever so little as she spoke of him, an indication duly observed by Lady Maulevrier. 'No doubt the man is clever; all adventurers are clever; and you have sense enough to see that this man is an adventurer a mere sponge and toady of Maulevrier's.
The horse had swerved to one side, reared a little, and then spun on for a few yards, leaving her standing in the middle of the road. 'Why, it's Molly! cried the driver, who was no less distinguished a whip than Lord Maulevrier, and who had recognised the terriers. 'I hope you are not hurt, said the gentleman who had alighted, Maulevrier's friend and shadow, John Hammond.
Lady Maulevrier was in her accustomed seat, with her own particular little table, magazines, books, newspapers at her side. Lady Mary was pouring out the tea, a most unusual thing; and Maulevrier was sitting on a stool at her feet, with his knees up to his chin, very warm and dusty, eating pound cake.
For six weeks Madame de Bourgogne lived in the most measured manner, and in mortal tremors of fear, without, however, anything happening. I know not who warned Tesse of what was going on. But when he learnt it he acted like a man of ability. He persuaded his son-in-law, Maulevrier, to follow him to Spain, as to a place where his fortune was assured to him.
Hammond is like the Umbra you were reading about the other day in Lord Lytton's "Last Days of Pompeii," she said to Mary. 'It must be very nice for him to go about the world with a friend who franks him everywhere. 'But we don't know that Maulevrier franks him, protested Mary, blushing. 'We have no right to suppose that Mr. Hammond does not pay his own expenses.
But as the season advanced Lesbia's letters to her grandmother grew briefer mere hurried scrawls dashed off while the carriage was at the door, or while her maid was brushing her hair. Lady Maulevrier divined, with the keen instinct of love, that she counted for very little in Lesbia's life, now that the whirligig of society, the fret and fever of fashion, had begun.
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