The Under Secretary Part 11

CHAPTER TEN.

MAKES PLAIN A WOMAN'S DUTY.

"And all that philosophy is directed against me?" she asked, looking up at him seriously.

"It is only just that you should see yourself, Claudia, as others see you," he said in a more sympathetic tone of voice. "It pains me to have to speak like this; to criticise your actions as though I were a man old enough to be your grandfather. But I merely want to point out what is the unvarnished truth."

"All of us have our failings," she declared with a pout. "You tell me this because you want to sever your connection with me. Why not admit the truth?"

"No. I tell you this because a woman who seeks to occupy the place you now occupy is exposed to the pitiless gaze of admiration; but little respect, and no love is blended with it. I speak frankly, and say that, however much you have gained in name, in rank, in fortune, you have suffered as a woman."

"How?"

"Shall I tell you the actual truth?"

"Certainly. You will not offend me, I a.s.sure you," she replied in a cynical tone, coquettishly placing her small foot in its neat silk stocking upon the fender.

"Well, Claudia," he said, "to tell you the truth, you are no longer the simple-hearted, intelligent, generous, frank and true woman I once knew."

"Really? You are extremely flattering!" she exclaimed. She began to see that her ruse of boldly returning to him as she had done and waiting him there, even in defiance of old Parsons, was of no avail.

"I do not speak with any desire to hurt your feelings, Claudia," he went on. "I know my words are harsh ones, but I cannot remain a spectator of your follies without reproving you."

"You would compel me to return to the deadly dulness of tennis, tea-table gossip, church-decorating and country life in cotton blouses and home-made skirts--eh? Thank you; I object. I had quite sufficient of that at Winchester."

"I have no right to compel you to do anything," he answered. "I only suggest moderation, in your own interests. On every side I hear scandalous stories into which your name is introduced."

"And you believe them?" she asked quickly. "You, my friend, believe all these lying inventions of my enemies?"

"I believe nothing of which I have no proof."

"Then you believe in what is really proved?"

"Yes."

"In that case you must believe that, even though I possess all the defects which you have enumerated, I nevertheless love you?"

"In woman's true love," he said slowly, emphasising every word, "there is mingled the trusting dependence of a child, for she always looks up to man as her protector and her guide. Man, let him love as he may, has an existence which lies outside the orbit of his affections. He has his worldly interests, his public character, his ambition, his compet.i.tion with other men--but the woman of n.o.ble mind centres all in that one feeling of affection."

"Really?" She laughed flippantly, toying with her bracelets. "This is a most erudite discourse. It would no doubt edify the House if one night you introduced the subject of love. You've grown of late to be quite a philosopher, my dear Dudley. Politics and that horrid old Foreign Office have entirely spoilt you."

"No, you misunderstand me," he went on, deeply in earnest. "I merely want to place before you the utter folly of your present actions--all these flirtations about which people in our rank are always talking."

"Ah!" she laughed; "because you're jealous. Somebody has been telling you, no doubt, that the Grand-Duke was always at my side at Fernhurst, and probably embellished the story until it forms a very nice little t.i.t-bit of scandal."

"Well, is it not true that this foreigner was with you so constantly that it became a matter of serious comment?"

"I don't deny it. Why should I? He was very amusing, and if I found him so I cannot see why people should presume to criticise me. If I had a husband I might be called upon to answer to him, but as poor d.i.c.k is dead I consider myself perfectly free."

"Yes, but not to make a fool of yourself by openly inviting people to cast mud at you," he burst forth impatiently.

"Upon that point, Dudley, we shall never agree, so let us drop the subject," she replied, treating his criticisms airily and with utter indifference. "I shall please myself, just as I have always done."

"I have no doubt you will. That is what I regret, for when a woman loses her integrity and self-respect, she is indeed pitiable and degraded."

"Really!" she cried; "you are in a most delightful mood, I'm sure. What has upset you? Tell me, and then I'll forgive you."

"Nothing has upset me--except your visit," he answered quite frankly.

"Then I am unwelcome here?"

"While you continue to follow the absurd course you have of late chosen, you are."

"Thank you," she replied. "You are at least candid."

"We have been friends, and you have, I think, always found me honest and outspoken, Claudia."

"Yes, but I have never before known you to treat me in this manner," she answered with sudden _hauteur_. "The other day you declared your intention of severing our friends.h.i.+p, but I did not believe you."

"Why?"

"Because I knew that we loved each other."

"No," he said in a hard tone, "do not let us speak of love. Speak of it to those men who dance attendance upon you everywhere, but with me, Claudia, be as frank as I am with you."

"Dudley! It is cruel of you to speak like this!" she cried with a sudden outburst of emotion, for she now saw quite plainly that the power she once exerted over him had disappeared.

Chisholm had been sadly disillusioned. During the past few weeks the bitter truth had gradually been forced upon him. Instead of remaining a real, dignified, high-minded woman of unblemished integrity, Claudia Nevill had grown callous and artificial, and in other ways hostile to true womanhood. But Dudley had always admired her, and once she had been his ideal.

He had admired her simplicity of heart. Unquestionably that is a great charm in a woman, though not a charm so illuminating as integrity, because it consists more in the ignorance of evil, and, consequently, of temptation, than in the possession of principle strong enough to withstand both. In the days before her marriage her simplicity of heart was the child of that unruffled serenity of soul which suspects no mischief to be lurking beneath the fair surface of things--which trusts, confides and is happy in this confidence, because it has never been deceived, and because it has never learned that most fatal of all arts, the mystery of deceiving others.

But all was now changed. She was no longer the Claudia of old. She had degenerated into a smart, brilliant woman, full of arts and subterfuges, with no thoughts beyond her engagements, her toilettes, and her vainglorious triumphs.

"I have only spoken what I feel, Claudia!" exclaimed the man still standing before her. "I have no power to compel you to heed my warning."

"Oh, do let us drop the subject, my dear Dudley!" she cried impatiently.

"This lecture of yours upon my duty towards society may surely be continued on another occasion. Let us go along to the d.u.c.h.ess's. As I've already said, the House has entirely spoilt you."

"I don't wish to continue the discussion. Indeed, I've said all that I intend saying. My only regret is that you are heedless of my words-- that you are blind to the truth, and have closed your ears to all this gossip."

"Let them gossip. What does it matter to me? Now to you, of course, it matters considerably. You can't afford to imperil your official position by allowing all this chatter to go on. I quite understand that."

"And yet you come here to-night and ask me to take you to the d.u.c.h.ess's?" he said.

"For the last time, Dudley," she answered, looking up at him with that sweet, sympathetic look of old. "This is the last of our engagements, and it is an odd fancy of mine that you should take me to the ball--for the last time."

"Yes," he repeated hoa.r.s.ely, in a deep voice full of meaning; "for the last time, Claudia."

"You speak as though you were doomed to some awful fate," she remarked, looking up at him with a puzzled expression on her face. Little did the giddy woman think that her words, like the sword of the angel at the entrance to Paradise, were double-edged.