"She is always so interested," Lois said, "in things which she does not understand. You talked so well this afternoon, Mr. Saton. I am afraid I could not follow you, but it sounded very brilliant and very wonderful."

"One speaks convincingly," he said, "when one really feels. Some day, remember," he continued, "we are going to have a long, long talk. We are going to begin at the beginning, and you are going to let me help you to understand how many wonderful things there are in life which scarcely any of us ever even think about. I wonder----"

"Well?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Will they let me take you down to dinner?"

She shook her head doubtfully.

"I am afraid not," she said. "I am almost certain to go in with Captain Vandermere."

He sighed.

"After all," he said, "perhaps I had better have taken that train to town."

CHAPTER VII

AN UNWELCOME VISITOR

Saton was only a few minutes being whirled down the avenue of Beauleys and up along the narrow country lane, wreathed with honeysuckle and wild roses, to Blackbird's Nest. He leaned back in the great car, his unseeing eyes travelling over the quiet landscape. There was something out of keeping, a little uncanny, even, in the flight of the motor-car with its solitary pa.s.senger along the country lane, past the hay carts, and the villagers resting after their long day's toil. The man who leaned back amongst the cushions, with his pale, drawn face, and dark, melancholy eyes, seemed to them like a creature from another world, even as the vehicle in which he travelled, so swift and luxurious, filled them with wonder. Saton heard nothing of their respectful good-nights. He saw nothing of their doffed hats and curious, wondering glances. He was thinking with a considerable amount of uneasiness of the interview which probably lay before him.

The car turned in at the rude gates, and climbed the rough road which led to Saton's temporary abode. A servant met him at the door as he descended, a gray-haired, elderly man, irreproachably attired, whose manner denoted at once the well-trained servant.

"There is a lady here, sir," he said--"she arrived some hours ago--who has been waiting to see you. You will find her in the morning-room."

Saton took off his hat, and moved slowly down the little hall.

"I trust that I did not make a mistake, sir, in allowing her to wait?"

the man asked. "She a.s.sured me that she was intimately known to you."

"You were quite right, Parkins," Saton answered. "I think I know who she is, but I was scarcely expecting her to-day."

He opened the door of the morning-room and closed it quickly. The woman rose up from the couch, where she had apparently been asleep, and looked at him.

"At last!" she exclaimed. "Bertrand, do you know that I have been here since the morning?"

"How was I to know?" he answered. "You sent no word that you were coming. I certainly did not expect you."

"Are you glad?" she asked, a little abruptly.

"I am always glad to see you, Violet," he said, putting his arm around her waist and kissing her. "All the same, I am not sure that your coming here is altogether wise."

"I waited as long as I could," she answered. "You didn't come to me.

You scarcely even answered my letters. I couldn't bear it any longer.

I had to come and see you. Bertrand, you haven't forgotten? Tell me that you haven't forgotten."

He sat down by her side. She was a young woman, and though her face was a little hardened by the constant use of cosmetics, she was still well enough looking.

"My dear Violet," he said, "of course I have not forgotten. Only don't you see how unwise it is of you to come down here? If she were to know----"

"She will not know," the girl interrupted. "She is safe in London, and will be there for a week."

"The servants here might tell her that you have been," he suggested.

"You will have to see to it that they don't," she said. "Bertrand, I am so unhappy. When are you coming back?"

"Very soon," he answered.

"We can spend the evening together, can't we?" she asked, looking at him anxiously. "My train doesn't go back until nine."

"That is just what we cannot do," he answered. "You did not tell me that you were coming, and I have to go out to dinner to-night."

"To dinner? Here?" she repeated. "You have soon made friends." And her face darkened.

"I stayed here when I was a boy," he answered. "There is someone living here who knew me then."

"Can't you put it off, Bertrand?" she begged. "It is five weeks since I have seen you. Every day I have hoped that you would run up, if it was only for an hour. Bertrand dear, don't go to this dinner. Can't we have something here, and go for a walk in the country before my train goes, or sit in your study and talk? There are so many things I want to ask you about our future."

He took her hand and leaned towards her.

"My dear Violet," he said, "you must be reasonable. I dare not offend these people with whom I have promised to dine, and apart from that, I think it is very unwise that I should spend any time at all here with you. You know what sort of a person it is whom we both have to consider. She would turn us both into the street and treat it all as a jest, if it pleased her. I tell you frankly, Violet, I have been too near starvation once to care about facing it again. I am going to send you back to the station in the car now. You can catch a train to London almost at once."

Her face grew suddenly hard. She looked older. The light which had flashed into her face at his coming, was gone. One saw now the irregularities of her complexion, the over-red lips.

"You dismiss me," she said, in a low tone. "I have come all this way, have waited all this time, and you throw me a kiss out of pity, and you tell me to go home as fast as I can. Bertrand, you did not talk like this a few months ago. You did not talk like this when you asked me to marry you!"

"Nor shall I talk like it," he answered, "when we meet once more in London, and have another of our cosy little dinners. But frankly, you are doing an absolutely unwise thing in staying here. These people are not my servants. They are hers. They are beyond my bribing. Violet,"

he added, dropping his voice a little, and drawing her into his arms, "don't be foolish, dear. Don't run the risk of bringing disaster upon both of us. You wouldn't care to have to do without her now. Nor should I. It was a little thoughtless of you to come, dear. Do follow my advice now, and I will try and make it up to you very soon. I shall certainly be in London next week."

She rested in his arms for a moment with half closed eyes, as though content with his words and his embrace. Yet, as she disengaged herself, she sighed a little. She was willing to deceive herself--she was anxious to do so--but always the doubt remained!

"Very well, Bertrand," she said, "I will go."

"You will just catch a fast train to London," he said, more cheerfully. "You will change at Mechester, and you will find a dining-car there. Have you plenty of money?"

"Plenty, thank you," she answered.

He walked with her out into the hall.

"Madame will be so sorry," he said, "to have missed you. The telegram must have been a complete misunderstanding. Till next week, then."

He handed her into the car, and raising her fingers to his lips, kissed them gallantly.

"To the station, William," he ordered the chauffeur, "and then get back for me as quickly as you can."