Part II
PLATONIC MARRIAGE.
III.
'SEVEN months have passed, my dear Dick, since my 'inhuman obstinacy' (those were the words you used) made you one of the witnesses at my marriage to Miss Dulane, sorely against your will. Do you remember your parting prophecy when you were out of the bride's hearing? 'A miserable life is before that woman's husband—and, by Jupiter, he has deserved it!'
'Never, my dear boy, attempt to forecast the future again. Viewed as a prophet you are a complete failure. I have nothing to complain of in my married life.
'But you must not mistake me. I am far from saying that I am a happy man; I only declare myself to be a contented man. My old wife is a marvel of good temper and good sense. She trusts me implicitly, and I have given her no reason to regret it. We have our time for being together, and our time for keeping apart. Within our inevitable limits we understand each other and respect each other, and have a truer feeling of regard on both sides than many people far better matched than we are in point of age. But you shall judge for yourself. Come and dine with us, when I return on Wednesday next from the trial trip of my new yacht. In the meantime I have a service to ask of you.
'My wife's niece has been her companion for years. She has left us to be married to an officer, who has taken her to India; and we are utterly at a loss how to fill her place. The good old lady doesn't want much. A nice- tempered refined girl, who can sing and play to her with some little taste and feeling, and read to her now and then when her eyes are weary—there is what we require; and there, it seems, is more than we can get, after advertising for a week past. Of all the 'companions' who have presented themselves, not one has turned out to be the sort of person whom Lady Howel wants.
'Can you help us? In any case, my wife sends you her kind remembrances; and (true to the old times) I add my love.'
On the day which followed the receipt of this letter, Dick paid a visit to Lady Howel Beaucourt.
'You seem to be excited,' she said. 'Has anything remarkable happened?'
'Pardon me if I ask a question first,' Dick replied. 'Do you object to a young widow?'
'That depends on the widow.'
'Then I have found the very person you want. And, oddly enough, your husband has had something to do with it.'
'Do you mean that my husband has recommended her?'
There was an undertone of jealousy in Lady Howel's voice—-jealousy excited not altogether without a motive. She had left it to Beaucourt's sense of honor to own the truth, if there had been any love affair in his past life which ought to make him hesitates before he married. He had justified Miss Dulane's confidence in him; acknowledging an attachment to a young widow, and adding that she had positively refused him. 'We have not met since,' he said, 'and we shall never meet again.' Under those circumstances, Miss Dulane had considerately abstained from asking for any further details. She had not thought of the young widow again, until Dick's language had innocently inspired her first doubt. Fortunately for both of them, he was an outspoken man; and he reassured her unreservedly in these words: 'Your husband knows nothing about it.'
'Now,' she said, 'you may tell me how you came to hear of the lady.'
'Through my uncle's library,' Dick replied. 'His will has left me his collection of books—in such a wretchedly neglected condition that I asked Beaucourt (not being a reading man myself) if he knew of any competent person who could advise me how to set things right. He introduced me to Farleigh & Halford, the well-known publishers. The second partner is a book collector himself, as well as a bookseller. He kindly looks in now and then, to see how his instructions for mending and binding are being carried out. When he called yesterday I thought of you, and I found he could help us to a young lady employed in his office at correcting proof sheets.'
'What is the lady's name?'
'Mrs. Evelin.'
'Why does she leave her employment?'
'To save her eyes, poor soul. When the senior partner, Mr. Farleigh, met with her, she was reduced by family misfortunes to earn her own living. The publishers would have been only too glad to keep her in their office, but for the oculist's report. He declared that she would run the risk of blindness, if she fatigued her weak eyes much longer. There is the only objection to this otherwise invaluable person—she will not be able to read to you.'
'Can she sing and play?'
'Exquisitely. Mr. Farleigh answers for her music.'
'And her character?'
'Mr. Halford answers for her character.'
'And her manners?'
'A perfect lady. I have seen her and spoken to her; I answer for her manners, and I guarantee her personal appearance. Charming—charming!'
For a moment Lady Howel hesitated. After a little reflection, she decided that it was her duty to trust her excellent husband. 'I will receive the charming widow,' she said, 'to-morrow at twelve o'clock; and, if she produces the right impression, I promise to overlook the weakness of her eyes.'
IV.
BEAUCOURT had prolonged the period appointed for the trial trip of his yacht by a whole week. His apology when he returned delighted the kind-hearted old lady who had made him a present of the vessel.
'There isn't such another yacht in the whole world,' he declared. 'I really hadn't the heart to leave that beautiful vessel after only three days experience of her.' He burst out with a torrent of technical praises of the yacht, to
