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"Please step back," he whispered to her, angrily. "Don't you see that the Princess is here, and the Archd.u.c.h.ess of Bristlaw? Clear the way, please!"
The manager was a small man, and Isobel's eyes travelled over his head.
She did not seem to hear him speak. The Archd.u.c.h.ess recovered herself.
She took the shattered lorgnettes from the hand of her lady-in-waiting.
She pointed to Isobel.
"Who is this young person?" she asked calmly. "Does she wish to speak to me?"
A wave of colour swept into Isobel's cheeks. She drew back at once.
"I beg your pardon, Madame," she said. But even when she had rejoined my side her eyes remained fixed upon the face of the Archd.u.c.h.ess and her companion.
There was a general movement forward. One of the ladies in the suite, however, lingered behind. Our eyes met, and Lady Delahaye held out her hand.
"Your ward is growing," she murmured, "in inches, if not in manners.
When are you going to engage a chaperon for her?"
"When I think it necessary, Lady Delahaye," I answered, with a bow.
"You artists have--such strange ideas," she remarked, smiling up at me.
"You wish Isobel to remain a child of nature, perhaps. Yet you must admit that a few lessons in deportment would be of advantage."
"To the Archd.u.c.h.ess, apparently," I answered. "One does not often see a great lady so embarra.s.sed."
Lady Delahaye shrugged her shoulders. She dropped her voice a little.
"Are we never to meet without quarrelling, Arnold?" she whispered, looking up into my eyes. "It used not to be like this."
"Lady Delahaye," I said, "it is not my fault. We seem to have taken opposite sides in a game which I for one do not understand. Twice during the last six months you have made attempts which can scarcely be called honourable to take Isobel from us. Our rooms are continually watched. We dare not let the child go out alone. Now this woman from Madame Richard's has come to live in the same building. She, too, watches."
"It is only the beginning, Arnold," she said quietly. "I told you more than a year ago that you were interfering in graver concerns than you imagined. Why don't you be wise, and let the child go? The care of her will bring nothing but trouble upon you!"
Her words struck home more surely than she imagined, for in my heart had lain dormant for months the fear of what was to come, the shadow which was already creeping over our lives. Nevertheless, I answered her lightly.
"You know my obstinacy of old, Lady Delahaye," I said. "We are wasting words, I think."
She shrugged her shoulders and pa.s.sed on. Mabane touched me on the shoulder.
"Isobel would like to go," he said. "Arthur and she are at the door already."
I turned to leave the place. We were already in the pa.s.sage which led into Bond Street, when I felt myself touched upon the shoulder. A tall, fair young man, with his hair brushed back, and very blue eyes, who had been in the suite of the Archd.u.c.h.ess, addressed me.
"Pardon me," he said, "but you are Mr. Arnold Greatson, I believe?"
I acknowledged the fact.
"The Archd.u.c.h.ess of Bristlaw begs that you will spare her a moment. She will not detain you longer."
I turned to Mabane.
"Take Isobel home," I said. "I will follow presently."
We re-entered the Gallery. The majority of the Royal party were busy examining the miniatures. The Archd.u.c.h.ess was talking earnestly to Lady Delahaye in a remote corner. My guide led me directly to her.
"Her Highness permits me to present you," he said to me. "This is Mr.
Arnold Greatson, your Highness."
The Archd.u.c.h.ess acknowledged my bow graciously.
"You are the Mr. Arnold Greatson who writes such charming stories," she said. "Yes, it is so, is it not?"
"Your Highness is very kind," I answered.
"I learn," she continued, "that you are also the guardian of the young lady who gave us all such a start. Pardon me, but you surely seem a little young for such a post."
"The circ.u.mstances, your Highness," I answered, "were a little exceptional."
She nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes, yes, so I have heard. Lady Delahaye has been telling me the story.
I understand that you have never been able to discover the child's parentage. That is very strange!"
"There are other things in connection with my ward, your Highness," I said, "which seem to me equally inexplicable."
"Yes? I am very interested. Will you tell me what they are?"
"By all means," I answered. "I refer to the fact that though no one has come forward openly to claim the child, indirect efforts to induce her to leave us are continually being made by persons who seem to desire anonymity. Whenever she has been alone in the streets she has been accosted under various pretexts."
The Archd.u.c.h.ess was politely surprised.
"But surely you are aware," she remarked, "of the source of some at least of these attempts?"
"Madame Richard," I said, "the princ.i.p.al of the convent where Isobel was educated, seems particularly anxious to have her return there."
The Archd.u.c.h.ess nodded her head slowly.
"Well," she said, "is that so much to be wondered at? Even we who are of the world might consider--you must pardon me, Mr. Greatson, if I speak frankly--the girl's present position an undesirable one. How do you suppose, then, that the princ.i.p.al of a convent boarding-school, whose sister, I believe, is a nun, would be likely to regard the same thing?"
"Your Highness knows, then, of the convent?" I remarked.
The Archd.u.c.h.ess lifted her eyebrows lightly. Her gesture seemed intended to convey to me the fact that she had not sent for me to answer my questions. I remained unabashed, however, and waited for her reply.
Several curious facts were beginning to group themselves together in my mind.
"I have heard of the place," she said coldly. "I believe it to be an excellent inst.i.tution. I sent for you, Mr. Greatson, not, however, to discuss such matters, but solely to ask for information as to the child's parentage. It seems that you are unable to give me this."
"Lady Delahaye knows as much--probably more--than I," I answered.
It seemed to me that the Archd.u.c.h.ess and Lady Delahaye exchanged quick glances. I affected, however, to have noticed nothing.