graceful mazes of the minuet. She noted--with that acute sense of
hers--that she had succeeded in completely allaying Sir Andrew's
fears. Her
self-control had been
absolutely perfect--she was a finer
actress at this moment, and throughout the whole of this minuet, than
she had ever been upon the boards of the Comedie Francaise; but then,
a
beloved brother's life had not depended upon her histrionic powers.
She was too clever to overdo her part, and made no further
allusions to the
supposed BILLET DOUX, which had caused Sir Andrew
Ffoulkes such an agonising five minutes. She watched his anxiety
melting away under her sunny smile, and soon perceived that, whatever
doubt may have crossed his mind at the moment, she had, by the time
the last bars of the minuet had been played, succeeded in completely
dispelling it; he never realised in what a fever of
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excitement she
was, what effort it cost her to keep up a
constantripple of BANAL
conversation.
When the minuet was over, she asked Sir Andrew to take her
into the next room.
"I have promised to go down to supper with His Royal
Highness," she said, "but before we part, tell me. . .am I
forgiven?"
"Forgiven?"
"Yes! Confess, I gave you a
fright just now. . . . But
remember, I am not an English woman, and I do not look upon the
exchanging of BILLET DOUX as a crime, and I vow I'll not tell my
little Suzanne. But now, tell me, shall I
welcome you at my
water-party on Wednesday?"
"I am not sure, Lady Blakeney," he replied evasively. "I may
have to leave London to-morrow."
"I would not do that, if I were you," she said
earnestly; then
seeing the
anxious look reappearing in his eyes, she added gaily; "No
one can throw a ball better than you can, Sir Andrew, we should so
miss you on the bowling-green."
He had led her across the room, to one beyond, where already
His Royal Highness was
waiting for the beautiful Lady Blakeney.
"Madame, supper awaits us," said the Prince,
offering his arm
to Marguerite, "and I am full of hope. The
goddess Fortune has
frowned so persistently on me at
hazard, that I look with confidence
for the smiles of the
goddess of Beauty."
"Your Highness has been
unfortunate at the card tables?" asked
Marguerite, as she took the Prince's arm.
"Aye! most
unfortunate. Blakeney, not content with being the
richest among my father's subjects, has also the most
outrageous luck.
By the way, where is that inimitable wit? I vow, Madam, that this
life would be but a
dreary desert without your smiles and his
sallies."
CHAPTER XIV ONE O'CLOCK PRECISELY!
Supper had been
extremely gay. All those present declared
that never had Lady Blakeney been more adorable, nor that "demmed
idiot" Sir Percy more amusing.
His Royal Highness had laughed until the tears streamed down
his cheeks at Blakeney's foolish yet funny repartees. His doggerel
verse, "We seek him here, we seek him there," etc., was sung to the
tune of "Ho! Merry Britons!" and to the
accompaniment of glasses
knocked loudly against the table. Lord Grenville,
moreover, had a
most perfect cook--some wags asserted that he was a scion of the old
French NOBLESSE, who having lost his fortune, had come to seek it in
the CUISINE of the Foreign Office.
Marguerite Blakeney was in her most
brilliant mood, and surely
not a soul in that
crowded supper-room had even an inkling of the
terrible struggle which was raging within her heart.
The clock was ticking so mercilessly on. It was long past
midnight, and even the Prince of Wales was thinking of leaving the
supper-table. Within the next
half-hour the destinies of two brave
men would be pitted against one another--the dearly-
beloved brother
and he, the unknown hero.
Marguerite had not tried to see Chauvelin during this last
hour; she knew that his keen, fox-like eyes would
terrify her at once,
and
incline the balance of her decision towards Armand. Whilst she
did not see him, there still lingered in her heart of hearts a vague,
undefined hope that "something" would occur, something big, enormous,
epoch-making, which would shift from her young, weak shoulders this