The Chase of the Ruby

by Richard Marsh

  CHAPTER VI

  MISS BROAD COMMANDS A SECOND TIME

  The next morning, although he was early at the rendezvous, Miss Broadwas there before him. He saw her before she saw him--or thought hedid--and, unperceived, as he fancied, stood and watched her. She wasreading a book, sitting a little sideways, so that he saw her profileclearly. It was a brilliant morning, and she was attired for the sun.She had on a light grey silky dress, which was covered with flowers,and a huge hat, about a yard round, which matched the dress. Hethought how nice she looked. Of a charm so delicate. Instinct with theessence of all things spiritual. He had been depressed as he had comethrough the park. The mere sight of her dispelled the clouds. Theblood moved brisker through his veins. Seeing how engrossed she was bywhat she read, thinking to take her by surprise, he began to stealtowards her across the grass--which he ought not to have done. Hardlyhad he stepped over the little iron fence than a stentorian voicebawled,--

  'Come out of that!'

  The invitation was addressed to him, as others, including Miss Broad,perceived as well as he did. It was a keeper's civil method ofsuggesting that he should keep off the grass, which, just there, wasfenced about. He bowed to Miss Broad with a feeble smile, she merelynodding in return, without rising from her seat. As he advancedtowards her along the proper gravel path, he was a little consciousthat his approach had been robbed of dignity. She received him with anair which was a little frigid--still without rising--and beginning atonce on a subject which he would have liked postponed.

  'Well? Have you got it?'

  'Have I got what?'

  'You know very well what I mean. Have you got the ruby?--as youpromised.'

  'As I promised? My dear Letty, I think that statement is--is a littleunauthorised.'

  'Does that mean that you haven't got it?'

  'I'm afraid it does--as yet.'

  'Did you try to get it?'

  'I did.'

  'Did you go and see that woman?'

  'I called upon Miss Bewicke.'

  'And do you mean to say that she refused to let you have it?'

  'If you'll allow me, I'll tell you what took place.'

  He told her--a trifle lamely, but still he presented her with asufficiently clear picture of what actually occurred--sufficientlyclear, that is, to inflame her with indignation. She listened witheyes which grew brighter and brighter, and lips which closed tighterand tighter. The spiritual side of her became less obvious.

  'And do you mean to say that you allowed the creature to trample onyou without a word of protest?'

  'I am not aware that she did trample on me.'

  'Not when, according to your own account, she treated you as if youwere a dog? I wonder you didn't take her into your hands and strangleher.'

  'My dear Letty!'

  'Of course I don't mean that; but you know what I do mean. As for thatman--that Mr What's-his-name--why didn't you knock him down?'

  'In a lady's room? I did suggest that if he liked to step outside Ishould be happy to do him any little service which was in my power.'

  'And what did he do?'

  'Rang the bell and requested the servant to show me out.'

  'And you went? You actually allowed this man to kick you out--for thatwas what it came to--without a word.'

  'Well, my dear, Miss Bewicke called out to me as I was going down thestairs to say that she sent her love to you.'

  'Guy! you dare to tell me such a thing? You allow that creature toinsult me by sending such a message, or pretending to; and then yourepeat her insolence to me. The little wretch! So you are ruined.'

  'Not yet. There are still about four days between me and the worst.'

  'Then do you propose to allow her to have you kicked out of herapartments on each of those four days? Besides insulting me? I hadhardly imagined that you were that kind of person. But one learns.Well, I suppose if you don't mind, I needn't. Though I really thinkyou might be better off if you returned to Africa before instead ofafterwards.'

  'That is something like the advice which Horace offered.'

  She sat up straighter.

  'Did you also see Mr Burton last night?'

  'He was waiting in the street when I came out of Miss Bewicke's. Hecongratulated me on the result of my visit.'

  'Really, you appear to have had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Everybodyseems to have had a kick at you. For my part, Guy, rather than allowpeople to ride over me rough-shod, as you appear disposed to do,I'd--I'd--steal the ruby.'

  'You are in accordance with still another piece of advice which Ireceived.'

  'Guy! what do you mean?' He told her of his interview with MissCasata. When he had finished she drew a long breath.

  'Guy, I should do as she says.'

  'Letty!'

  'I should, I really should. So long as you get the ruby, no matterwhat happens, you can't be worse off than you will be if you don't getit. If you don't get it, you are ruined. You will have to go back toAfrica and stay there for the rest of your life, or, at anyrate, tillboth of us are old; because you know you've no more chance of gettingmoney there than you have here, and that's none at all. And you knowyou promised papa, and I promised papa, that you wouldn't marry tillyou had money of your own. And that doesn't mean a pound or two; itmeans a lot. He doesn't like to think you're marrying me for hismoney.'

  'Letty!'

  'Well, he doesn't; you know he doesn't. Of course I know you're not,or should I be sitting here talking to you now? But papa's different.And, anyhow, we promised. If there was nothing else to be gained, I'dlike you to take it if only for the sake of spiting that actresscreature. I'll teach her to send me messages.'

  'But, my dear Letty, I fancy you don't quite realise that you aresuggesting that I should commit a felony.'

  'Felony! Don't talk such stuff and nonsense.' Her words reminded himof some of Miss Casata's of the night before. For some cause heshivered. 'Doesn't your uncle as good as say she stole it from him?And didn't that woman tell you that she's ashamed of it herself, andthat therefore she hides it away all alone in a drawer? That showsthat she's perfectly conscious that it's as much your property ashers. Indeed, it's much more your property. Your uncle left it to you,and she's no right to keep you out of it a single moment. And shewouldn't, you know very well that she wouldn't, if it wasn't for me.You threw her over--'

  'Pardon me, I did not.'

  'Then did she throw you over?'

  'That's nearer the mark.'

  'Really, Guy, you have an agreeable way of commending yourself to me.Then am I to understand that she regards you as her cast-off rubbish?'

  'We agreed that we had made a mistake. That is the truth of thematter. There was no throwing over on either side.'

  'Now, Guy, I know more than you suppose. Do you mean to deny that sheresents the idea of your being about to marry me?'

  'She congratulated me on the fact last night.'

  'Did she, indeed? How very good of her. And pray how did shecongratulate you? As if she meant it?'

  'I suppose she meant it.'

  'You suppose! Do you dare to tell me that you don't know quite wellthat her congratulations were ironical?'

  'Well, I confess I had my "doots."'

  'There! Didn't I say so all along? Oh, Guy, how difficult it is to getthings out of you. Now, try to be equally truthful again, and tell me,on your word of honour, if you don't know that she would give you theruby without a moment's hesitation if it wasn't for me; that is, ifthe fact of our being engaged to each other didn't prevent you payingattention to her?'

  'I shouldn't like to put it in that way; but I think it possible thatMiss Bewicke might prove more malleable if the circumstances wereother than they are.'

  'Precisely. That is what I mean. So promise me that to-night you willtake your own.'

  'My own! Letty!'

  'Promise me!'

  'But, my dear Letty--'

  'Of course there is an alternative. You can thro
w me over. We, in ourturn, can agree that we have made a mistake. Then you will be able tomake yourself agreeable to her; and you will be able to get the rubythat way.'

  'But, my dear Letty, if you will only be reasonable--'

  'It is you who are unreasonable. You allow an idea to mar our lifelonghappiness. Before you realise how hollow it is it will be too late.There will be nothing in front of us but dreary years of waiting. Youlet the cup of happiness be dashed from your hand even when it isalready at your lips. I release you, Guy. I will not be a clog on you,perhaps through all eternity.'

  Her tone was sombre, funereal. Mr Holland groaned.

  'Oh, Lord! Your logic is as beautiful as you are. It really was worthwhile seeing ghosts in Africa for this!'

  She stood up.

  'Then go back to Africa and see some more. You shall not stay here tolaugh at me. Goodbye.'

  He caught her by the hand.

  'Letty! How can you be so cruel.'

  'Then you should do as I ask you. As you would do, without hesitation,if you really had a spark of the love you pretend to have for me.'

  'I will; I'll do whatever you ask, though I'm ashamed of myself when Isay so.'

  'Promise that to-night you'll take your own?'

  'I promise.'

  She sat down again, and was as nice as she could be; he only knew hownice that was. He would have been as happy as is possible if it hadnot been for the thoughts which were at the back of his head, and theprospect which lay in front of him.

  Unfortunately, nearly all the time Miss Broad was causing him torealise his good fortune in winning the love of such a girl as she washe was picturing himself stealing up a flight of darkened stairs, likea thief.