You know that you do. Is it part of a scheme? Lumley is investing money on your advice, I am allowing myself to be seen about with you more than is prudent--considering all things. Do you want to rake out the ashes of our domestic hearth--to play the part of--melodramatic villain? You are ingenious enough, and powerful enough.""You put strange ideas into my head," he told her lightly. "Why should I not play the part that you suggest? It might be amusing, and you certainly deserve all the evil which I could bring upon you."She leaned a little across the table towards him. Her eyes were soft and bright, and they looked full into his. The color in her cheeks was natural.
The air around him was faintly fragrant with the perfume of her clothes and hair.
"We couldn't leave off playing at the game--and act it, could we?" she murmured. "We couldn't really--be friends?"Lady Ruth had played her trump card. She had touched his fingers with hers, her eyes shone with the promise of unutterable things. But if Wingrave was moved, he did not show it.
"I wish," he said, "that I could accept your offer in the spirit with which you tender it. Unfortunately, I am a maimed person. My sensibilities have gone. Friendship, in the more intimate sense of the word, I may never hope to feel again. Enmity--well, that is more comprehensible; even enmity," he continued slowly, "which might prompt a woman to disguise herself as her own lady's maid, to seek out a tool to get rid of the man she feared. Pardon me, Lady Ruth, you are eating nothing."She pulled down her veil.
"Thank you, I have finished," she said in a low tone.
He called for the bill.
"Pray, don't let my little remark distress you," he said. "I had almost forgotten the circumstance until something you said brought it into my mind.
It is you yourself, you must remember, who set the example of candor.""I deserve everything you can say," she murmured, "everything you can do.
There is nothing left, I suppose, but suffering. Will you take me out to my carriage? You can come back and have your coffee with the Marchioness! She keeps looking across at you, and it will please her to think that you got rid of me."He glanced at his watch.
"I am afraid," he said, rising, "that I must deny myself the pleasure of seeking the Marchioness again today. I have a train to catch in half an hour.
You are ready?"
"Quite!"
They made their way through the maze of tables towards the door, Lady Ruth exchanging greetings right and left with her friends, although the tall, grave-looking man who followed her was by far the greater object of interest.
"Just like Ruth to keep him in her pocket," remarked her dearest friend, looking after them; "they say that he has millions."She sighed a little enviously.
"The Barrington menage needs a little backing up," her companion remarked. "Ishould say that he had come just in time. The Marchioness has her eye upon him too. There may be some fun presently."Lady Ruth's dearest friend smiled.
"I will back Ruth," she said drily. "Emily is beautiful, but she is too obvious, and too eager! Ruth's little ways are more subtle. Besides, look at the start she has. She isn't the sort of woman men tire of."Lady Ruth held out her hand through the window of her electric coupe.
"Thank you for my luncheon," she said. "When shall we see you again?""In a few days," he answered, standing bareheaded upon the pavement. "I shall call directly I return."Lady Ruth nodded and leaned back. Wingrave smiled faintly as he turned away.
He had seen the little shudder which she had done her best to hide!
