into a reclining position once more. 'No,' she said to herself,
'the woman walks
steadily; she is not intoxicated--the only other
possibility is that she may be mad.'
She had
spoken loud enough to be heard. Stung by the insult,
Mrs. Ferrari
instantly answered her: 'I am no more drunk or mad
than you are!'
'No?' said Lady Montbarry. 'Then you are only
insolent?
The
ignorant English mind (I have observed) is apt to be
insolent in
the exercise of unrestrained English liberty. This is very noticeable
to us foreigners among you people in the streets. Of course I can't
be
insolent to you, in return. I hardly know what to say to you.
My maid was imprudent in admitting you so easily to my room.
I suppose your
respectable appearance misled her. I wonder who you are?
You mentioned the name of a
courier who left us very strangely.
Was he married by any chance? Are you his wife? And do you know where
he is?'
Mrs. Ferrari's
indignation burst its way through all restraints.
She
advanced to the sofa; she feared nothing, in the fervour and rage
of her reply.
'I am his widow--and you know it, you
wicked woman!
Ah! it was an evil hour when Miss Lockwood recommended my husband
to be his lordship's
courier--!'
Before she could add another word, Lady Montbarry
sprang from the sofa
with the stealthy suddenness of a cat--seized her by both shoulders--
and shook her with the strength and
frenzy of a madwoman. 'You lie!
you lie! you lie!' She dropped her hold at the third
repetition of
the
accusation, and threw up her hands wildly with a
gesture of despair.
'Oh, Jesu Maria! is it possible?' she cried. 'Can the
courierhave come to me through that woman?' She turned like lightning
on Mrs. Ferrari, and stopped her as she was escaping from the room.
'Stay here, you fool--stay here, and answer me! If you cry out, as sure
as the heavens are above you, I'll strangle you with my own hands.
Sit down again--and fear nothing. Wretch! It is I who am frightened--
frightened out of my senses. Confess that you lied, when you used
Miss Lockwood's name just now! No! I don't believe you on your oath;
I will believe nobody but Miss Lockwood herself. Where does she live?
Tell me that, you noxious stinging little insect--and you may go.'
Terrified as she was, Mrs. Ferrari hesitated. Lady Montbarry lifted
her hands threateningly, with the long, lean, yellow-white fingers
outspread and
crooked at the tips. Mrs. Ferrari
shrank at the sight
of them, and gave the address. Lady Montbarry
pointed contemptuously
to the door--then changed her mind. 'No! not yet! you will tell
Miss Lockwood what has happened, and she may refuse to see me.
I will go there at once, and you shall go with me. As far as the house--
not inside of it. Sit down again. I am going to ring for my maid.
Turn your back to the door--your
cowardly face is not fit to be
seen!'
She rang the bell. The maid appeared.
'My cloak and
bonnet--
instantly!'
The maid produced the cloak and
bonnet from the bedroom.
'A cab at the door--before I can count ten!'
The maid vanished. Lady Montbarry surveyed herself in the glass,
and wheeled round again, with her cat-like suddenness, to Mrs. Ferrari.
'I look more than half dead already, don't I?' she said with a grim
outburst of irony. 'Give me your arm.'
She took Mrs. Ferrari's arm, and left the room. 'You have nothing
to fear, so long as you obey,' she
whispered, on the way downstairs.
'You leave me at Miss Lockwood's door, and never see me again.'
In the hall they were met by the
landlady of the hotel.
Lady Montbarry
graciously presented her companion.
'My good friend Mrs. Ferrari; I am so glad to have seen her.'
The
landlady accompanied them to the door. The cab was waiting.
'Get in first, good Mrs. Ferrari,' said her ladyship; 'and tell the man
where to go.'
They were
driven away. Lady Montbarry's
variablehumour changed again.
With a low groan of
misery, she threw herself back in the cab.
Lost in her own dark thoughts, as
careless of the woman whom she
had bent to her iron will as if no such person sat by her side,
she preserved a
sinister silence, until they reached the house where
Miss Lockwood lodged. In an
instant, she roused herself to action.
She opened the door of the cab, and closed it again on Mrs. Ferrari,
before the driver could get off his box.
'Take that lady a mile farther on her way home!' she said,