family. "I remember
perfectly," he answered. "It was on the
passage from Boulogne to Folkestone--and my friend was with me.
You and he have no doubt met since that time?" He put the
question as a mere
formality. The unexpressed thought in him was,
"Another of them in love with Romayne! and nothing, as usual,
likely to come of it."
"I hope you have
forgiven me for going to Camp's Hill in your
place," said Stella.
"I ought to be
grateful to you," the Major rejoined. "No time has
been lost in relieving these poor people--and your powers of
persuasion have succeeded, where mine might have failed. Has
Romayne been to see them himself since his return to London?"
"No. He desires to remain unknown; and he is kindly content, for
the present, to be represented by me."
"For the present." Major Hynd repeated.
A faint flush passed over her
delicatecomplexion. "I have
succeeded," she resumed, "in inducing Madame Marillac to accept
the help offered through me to her son. The poor creature is
safe, under kind superintendence, in a private
asylum. So far, I
can do no more."
"Will the mother accept nothing?"
"Nothing, either for herself or her daughter, so long as they can
work. I cannot tell you how
patiently and
beautifully she speaks
of her hard lot. But her health may give way--and it is possible,
before long, that I may leave London." She paused; the flush
deepened on her face. "The
failure of the mother's health may
happen in my absence," she continued; "and Mr. Romayne will ask
you to look after the family, from time to time, while I am
away."
"I will do it with pleasure, Miss Eyrecourt. Is Romayne likely to
be here to-night?"
She smiled
brightly, and looked away. The Major's
curiosity was
excited--he looked in the same direction. There was Romayne,
entering the room, to answer for himself.
What was the
attraction which drew the unsocial student to an
evening party? Major Hynd's eyes were on the watch. When Romayne
and Stella shook hands, the
attraction stood self-revealed to
him, in Miss Eyrecourt. Recalling the
momentaryconfusion which
she had betrayed, when she spoke of possibly leaving London, and
of Romayne's plans for supplying her place as his almoner, the
Major, with military
impatience of delays, jumped to a
conclusion. "I was wrong," he thought; "my impenetrable friend is
touched in the right place at last. When the splendid creature in
yellow leaves London, the name on her
luggage will be Mrs.
Romayne."
"You are looking quite another man, Romayne!" he said
mischievously, "since we met last."
Stella
gently moved away, leaving them to talk
freely. Romayne
took no
advantage of the circumstance to admit his old friend to
his confidence. Whatever relations might really exist between
Miss Eyrecourt and himself were
evidently kept secret thus far.
"My health has been a little better
lately," was the only reply
he made.
The Major dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Have you not had any return--?" he began.
Romayne stopped him there. "I don't want my infirmities made
public," he whispered back irritably. "Look at the people all
round us! When I tell you I have been better
lately, _you_ ought
to know what it means."
"Any discoverable reason for the improvement?" persisted the
Major, still bent on getting evidence in support of his own
private conclusions.
"None!" Romayne answered sharply.
But Major Hynd was not to be
discouraged by sharp replies. "Miss
Eyrecourt and I have been recalling our first meeting on board
the
steamboat," he went on. "Do you remember how
indifferent you
were to that beautiful person when I asked you if you knew her?
I'm glad to see that you show better taste to-night. I wish I