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Aunt Mary had few doubts on the subject, and her comments made her sister tremble. She spoke of him as a most desirable husband for Maggie. "He will be a peer, my dear James. Lord Mount Rorke will never marry again. He is the acknowledged heir to the title and estates."
"Then you think he will marry that barmaid?" "Most probably. He will struggle against it; but unless chance intervenes she may die, she may run away with some one to-morrow, for she does not care for him he will be sucked into the gulf." "He is Lord Mount Rorke's heir; he will have twenty thousand a year one of these days." "Mount Rorke will never forgive him a bad match.
Nevertheless the string that sung their happiness had slipped a little, and the note was now not quite so clear or true. Frank could not go to the Manor House; Maggie could not go to the studio. Whether Mount Rorke would consent to their marriage perplexed them as it had not done before.
They were safe and sound at Monavoe, he knew, "well looked after," as the driver had told him, by "Miss Rorke" herself, but for the time being it almost seemed to him as though they were dead. As for Roseen, she was Miss Rorke now, the Mistress, the owner of Monavoe his Roseen was gone too!
Rhoda Gray, sprawled on the floor where he had thrown her, did not move-except to take the revolver from the pocket of her dress. She was crooning queerly to herself, as she watched Rough Rorke light the candle and grope around on the floor: "She was good to me, de White Moll was. Jellies an' t'ings she brought me, she did. An' Gypsy Nan don't ferret. Gypsy Nan don't "
"There is some one on the stairs," replied the Adventurer. Rhoda Gray listened and her perplexity deepened. She could hear nothing. "Youse must have good ears!" she scoffed. "I have," returned the Adventurer coolly. "My hearing is one of the resources that I wanted to pool with the White Moll." "Well, den, mabbe it's Rough Rorke."
Letters and notes of all kinds; impetuous messages asking him when he would return; letters apologising for her selfishness he had better remain with Mount Rorke until his consent had been obtained; resolutions and irresolutions, ardours, lassitudes, forgetfulness followed fast in strange and incomprehensible contradiction. And Frank was asked daily to perform some small task.
"Oh! my darling, if he should speak so to Mount Rorke, we should be parted for ever no, that could never be nothing in heaven or earth would induce me to give you up, be true to me and I will be true to you; but our happiness no, not our happiness, that is in ourselves but all our prospects in life will be wrecked if he will not give way. Should he and Mount Rorke meet "
She got away; but somehow Rough Rorke later discovered her here in this room, I understand that he was not happy over the result; that, thanks to you, she escaped again, and has not been heard of since." Rhoda Gray dropped her chin in her grime-smeared hand, staring speculatively at the other.
When, however, he had, with a good deal of pompous benevolence, driven up on his outside-car to fetch Miss Rorke from the tumbled-down cabin which had been hitherto the only home she had known, that young lady, instead of being properly grateful, and impressed by her relative's condescension, had displayed a spirit of independence, and indeed stubbornness, which the worthy old gentleman found as bewildering as mortifying.
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