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Presently she asked: "Have you been dancing at Count Rosek's again lately?" "Oh, yes, haven't you didn't you I " And she stopped. The thought flashed through Gyp, 'So Gustav's been seeing her, and hasn't told me! But she said at once: "Ah, yes, of course; I forgot. When is the night of your coming-out?" "Next Friday week. Fancy! The Octagon. Isn't it splendid?
And, opening the door, he passed out on to the drive and strode away, miserable and sick at heart. All the way to the station through the darkening lanes, and in the railway carriage going up, he felt that aching wretchedness. Only in the lighted street, driving back to Rosek's, did he shake it off a little.
He would go to Rosek's, borrow the money to pay his cab, and lunch there. But Rosek was not in. He would have to go home to get the cab paid. The driver seemed to eye him queerly now, as though conceiving doubts about the fare. Going in under the trellis, Fiorsen passed a man coming out, who held in his hand a long envelope and eyed him askance.
I know they said something about my presuming on being a cripple." "Oh, darling!" "Yes; it was that Polish chap and so he is!" Gyp murmured: "I'd almost rather it had been the other." Rosek's pale, suave face, with the eyes behind which there were such hidden things, and the lips sweetish and restrained and sensual he would never forgive! But Winton only smiled again, patting her arm.
But it was no new sensation, that of having entered by her own free will on a life which, for all effort, would not give her a feeling of anchorage or home. Of her own accord she had stepped into the cage! On the way to Rosek's rooms, she disguised from Fiorsen her headache and depression.
How could she ever that man with his little beard and his white face and those eyes how could she ever! Ugh! And then, in the mirror, she saw Rosek's dark-circled eyes fasten on her and betray their recognition by a sudden gleam, saw his lips compressed, and a faint red come up in his cheeks. What would he do? The girl's back was turned her perfect back and she was eating.
About music, or any art, however, he could be implicitly relied on; and his frankness was appalling when his nerves were ruffled. But at the first concert she saw Rosek's unwelcome figure on the other side of the gangway, two rows back. He was talking to a young girl, whose face, short and beautifully formed, had the opaque transparency of alabaster.
Rosek smiled. "My dear, that is all very well, but friendships are not finished like that. Moreover, you owe me a thousand pounds." "Well, I will pay it." Rosek's eyebrows mounted. "I will. Gyp will lend it to me." "Oh! Is Gyp so fond of you as that? I thought she only loved her music-lessons." Crouching forward with his knees drawn up, Fiorsen hissed out: "Don't talk of Gyp! Get out of this!
When she had sent this off, and a telegram to her father at Newmarket, she read Fiorsen's letter once more, and was more than ever certain that it was Rosek's wording. And, suddenly, she thought of Daphne Wing, whom her father had seen coming out of Rosek's house. Through her there might be a way of getting news.
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