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Updated: June 11, 2025
They discussed foreign lands and peoples until the road bent toward the river again and the ferry was reached at a point quite half a mile below the hotel. And there was no boat! A wire rope drooped into the darkness of the opposite bank, but no voice answered Medenham's hail. Cynthia said not a syllable until her companion handed her his watch with a request that she should hold it.
A straw hat was set on the back of his head, a cigarette stuck between his lips, his hands were thrust into his trousers pockets, and his feet were spread widely apart. Taken altogether, he had the air of a man without a care in the world. He smiled, too, in the most friendly fashion, when Medenham's eyes met his. "I hear that Simmonds is unable to carry out his contract," he said cheerfully.
All our arrangements are made our rooms ordered I have even sent father each day's address. If we cancel everything by telegraph he will be alarmed." "Oh, I did not mean that," protested the lady hurriedly. It was evident that she hardly knew what to say. Medenham's wholly unexpected query had unnerved her. "Is there any alternative?" demanded Cynthia ruefully, glancing from one to the other.
Devar aired her class conventions, and the older woman had the tact to agree with a careless nod. Nevertheless, had Cynthia Vanrenen known how strictly accurate was her comment she would have been the most astounded girl in London at that minute. The Viscountcy, of course, was nothing more than a courtesy title; in the cold eye of the law, Medenham's full legal name was that which Mrs.
Viscount Medenham descended leisurely and lit a cigarette. Dale, the stoic, folded his arms and looked fixedly at the press of vehicles passing the end of the street. Vivid memories of Lord Medenham's chivalrous courtesy his lordship's dashed tomfoolery he called it warned him that life was about to assume new interests.
"It 'ud be somewheres about a quarter or half past eight. Lizzie tole me after the old leddy kem up to see if you'd taken the car out." Medenham's wits were alert enough now. "I don't fully understand," he said. "What old lady, and why did she come?" "That's wot bothered me," was the reply.
But dear Cynthia was making believe to be quite amused by a notion that had just suggested itself. She leaned forward in the darkness and touched Medenham's shoulder. "Do you happen to know the name of the waitress who brought you some tea at Cheddar?" she asked. "None of us gave her anything, and I hate to omit these small items. If I had her name I could forward a postal order from Bristol."
Cynthia had suddenly grown dumb, so Mrs. Devar tried once more to relax the tension. "Do be careful, Count Edouard," she cried; "this piece of road is dreadfully dangerous, and, when all is said and done, another half hour is now of no great consequence." "If your chauffeur has really gone to Blagdon, he will not be back under an hour at least," broke in Medenham's disdainful voice.
I reciprocate now by being willing to accept your promise to hold your tongue. Miss Vanrenen is coming.... What say you?" "I agree," said Marigny, though his dark eyes blazed redly. "Ah, thanks!" and Medenham's left hand busied itself once more with the fastening of the glove. "You understand, of course?" he heard, in a soft snarl. "Perfectly. The truce ends with my departure.
Dale was minded not to desert his master, but the anxiety in the doctor's face warned him that the request ought to be obeyed. If the spark of vitality still flickering in Medenham's body was to be preserved not a moment should be lost in preparing a room for his reception. Gulping down his anguish, Dale mounted and made off.
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