Blind Love

In some degree, the drink cleared his muddled head. Mrs. Vimpany tried his memory once more. Had he said this? Had he said that? Yes: he thought it likely. Had he, or had Mr. Mountjoy, mentioned Lord Harry's name? A glimmer of intelligence showed itself in his stupid eyes. Yes—and they had quarrelled about it: he rather thought he had thrown a bottle at Mr. Mountjoy's head. Had they, either of them, said anything about Miss Henley? Oh, of course! What was it? He was unable to remember. Had his wife done bothering him, now?

'Not quite,' she replied. 'Try to understand what I am going to say to you. If Lord Harry comes to us while Miss Henley is in our house—'

He interrupted her: 'That's your business.'

'Wait a little. It's my business, if I hear beforehand that his lordship is coming. But he is quite reckless enough to take us by surprise. In that case, I want you to make yourself useful. If you happen to be at home, keep him from seeing Miss Henley until I have seen her first.'

'Why?'

'I want an opportunity, my dear, of telling Miss Henley that I have been wicked enough to deceive her, before she finds it out for herself. I may hope she will forgive me, if I confess everything.'

The doctor laughed: 'What the devil does it matter whether she forgives you or not?'

'It matters a great deal.'

'Why, you talk as if you were fond of her!'

'I am.'

The doctor's clouded intelligence was beginning to clear; he made a smart reply: 'Fond of her, and deceiving her—aha!'

'Yes,' she said quietly, 'that's just what it is. It has grown on me, little by little; I can't help liking Miss Henley.'

'Well,' Mr. Vimpany remarked, 'you are a fool!' He looked at her cunningly. 'Suppose I do make myself useful, what am I to gain by it?'

'Let us get back,' she suggested, 'to the gentleman who invited you to dinner, and made you tipsy for his own purposes.'

'I'll break every bone in his skin!'

'Don't talk nonsense! Leave Mr. Mountjoy to me.'

'Do you take his part? I can tell you this. If I drank too much of that poisonous French stuff, Mountjoy set me the example. He was tipsy—as you call it—shamefully tipsy, I give you my word of honour. What's the matter now?'

His wife (so impenetrably cool, thus far) had suddenly become excited. There was not the smallest fragment of truth in what he had just said of Hugh, and Mrs. Vimpany was not for a moment deceived by it. But the lie had, accidentally, one merit—it suggested to her the idea which she had vainly tried to find over her cup of tea. 'Suppose I show you how you may be revenged on Mr. Mountjoy,' she said.

'Well?'

'Will you remember what I asked you to do for me, if Lord Harry takes us by surprise?'

He produced his pocket-diary, and told her to make a memorandum of it. She wrote as briefly as if she had been writing a telegram: 'Keep Lord Harry from seeing Miss Henley, till I have seen her first.'

'Now,' she said, taking a chair by the bedside, 'you shall know what a clever wife you have got. Listen to me.'

CHAPTER VIII

HER FATHER'S MESSAGE

LOOKING out of the drawing-room window, for the tenth time at least, Mountjoy at last saw Iris in the street, returning to the house.

She brought the maid with her into the drawing-room, in the gayest of good spirits, and presented Rhoda to Mountjoy.

'What a blessing a good long walk is, if we only knew it!' she exclaimed. 'Look at my little maid's colour! Who would suppose that she came here with heavy eyes and pale cheeks? Except that she loses her way in the town, whenever she goes out alone, we have every reason to congratulate ourselves on our residence at Honeybuzzard. The doctor is Rhoda's good genius, and the doctor's wife is her fairy godmother.'

Mountjoy's courtesy having offered the customary congratulations, the maid was permitted to retire; and Iris was free to express her astonishment at the friendly relations established (by means of the dinner-table) between the two most dissimilar men on the face of creation.

'There is something overwhelming,' she declared, 'in the bare idea of your having asked him to dine with you— on such a short acquaintance, and being such a man! I should like to have peeped in, and seen you entertaining your guest with the luxuries of the hotel larder. Seriously, Hugh, your social sympathies have taken a range for which I was not prepared. After the example that you have set me, I feel ashamed of having doubted whether Mr. Vimpany was worthy of his charming wife. Don't suppose that I am ungrateful to the doctor! He has found his way to my regard, after what he has done for Rhoda. I only fail to understand how he has possessed himself of your sympathies.'

So she ran on, enjoying the exercise of her own sense of humour in innocent ignorance of the serious interests which she was deriding.

Mountjoy tried to stop her, and tried in vain.

'No, no,' she persisted as mischievously as ever, 'the subject is too interesting to be dismissed. I am dying to know how you and your guest got through the dinner. Did he take more wine than was good for him? And, when he forgot his good manners, did he set it all right again by saying, 'No offence,' and passing the bottle?'

Hugh could endure it no longer. 'Pray control your high spirits for a moment,' he said. 'I have news for you from