The Master of the Ceremonies Part 55

"Two hundred guineas."

"Let's see; you gave the Hon. Mrs Bedam fifty for 'em, didn't you, Josiah?"

"Yes; but they're worth a hundred, honestly."

"And is he going to give 'em to Claire?"

"Don't know. Wait."

"Lady Drelincourt, Sir Matthew Bray, Colonel Lascelles," announced Isaac; and, before the small talk was half over, he shouted again: "Sir Harry Payne, Major Rockley, Mr Morton Denville."

Richard Linnell told himself that he was no spy, but he could not keep his eyes from the group, as the officers entered, and were received by Claire.

It was a crucial meeting, but she bore it well, bowing rather stiffly to Major Rockley as he advanced in a deprecating way; and he was evidently about to stay by her side, but Isaac announced:

"Mrs and Miss Dean."

There was a little buzz of excitement.

"Mrs Pontardent."

This lady meant to be before her _protegees_; but she was in time after all, and after a quiet, unaffected welcome from Claire, they formed a little group by themselves, about whom, like flies attracted by bright colours, the officers buzzed.

Mrs Pontardent was a tall, good-looking, lady-like woman, who patronised the Master of the Ceremonies when they spoke, and complimented him upon the appearance of "his little girl."

"You must bring her to one of my evenings, Denville."

He would have said "Impossible" had he dared. As it was, he said he should be charmed, and this set him thinking about how much money was won and lost there, when fresh arrivals took up his attention, and soon after Isaac announced:

"Mr and Mrs Frank Burnett."

Claire uttered a sigh of relief as she shook hands with her sister and brother-in-law, the latter pairing off directly with one of the officers.

"Well," said May eagerly, "is all right?"

"Yes, dear; but they want money, and I have none."

"Oh, dear, money again! Well, I'll see."

"But, May dear, you must do something more."

"What do you mean?"

"This task grows more difficult every day. You must really make some arrangements, or I shall be compromised."

"Well, how shall I be? do you want me to be compromised? I declare you have no more feeling than a stone."

"May--dear May!"

"It's quite true. I'm disgraced by my family at every turn. What with brothers turning common soldiers, and horrors in the house, and--"

"My dear Mrs Burnett, this is an unexpected pleasure," said Sir Harry Payne, coming up with Lord Carboro', who managed to cut in before Rockley, who was approaching Claire.

"Oh, what a wicked, wicked story-teller you are!" said May, with childish playfulness, as Sir Harry remained by her side, while Lord Carboro' led off Claire. "You knew I was coming."

"I did, I did," he whispered pa.s.sionately.

"Hus.h.!.+ Don't go on like that. Everybody is watching us."

"Then when will you give me a chance to see you alone?"

"Oh, I couldn't think of such a thing."

"May! dearest May."

"Hus.h.!.+"

The conversation was carried on in a low tone, and then May exclaimed:

"Oh, impossible!"

"It is not," he said eagerly. "It is simplicity itself."

He whispered again, and May Burnett shook her head.

"I implore you," he whispered. "You know all I feel, but you are as hard and cold as you are beautiful. There, I swear if you do not consent, I'll--"

"Pistols, or off the pier?" said May, with a provoking smile.

"Oh, you are maddening!" he exclaimed. "I believe you would like to see me lying dead."

"Oh, no; I don't like to see dead people," she said mockingly.

"All these weary months, and not one short interview. You are playing with me. Curse him!"

"Curse whom?" said May coolly.

"That husband of yours. I'll pick a quarrel with him next time we play cards and shoot him."

"Ha--ha--ha--ha--ha!"

It was a sweetly innocent sounding little trill of laughter as ever pa.s.sed from a provoking pouting rosebud of a mouth; and Claire heard it, and turned paler than ordinary, as she saw in whose company her sister was.

"You will excuse me now, Lord Carboro'," she said. "I have my duties as hostess to attend to."

"One moment," he said, placing his back to the company, and gazing with a look of such reverence as he had not for long years felt for woman in the sweet face before him.

Claire looked up at him half wonderingly.