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Souls Belated
by
“Do you know why she told me? She had the best of reasons. The first time she laid eyes on me she saw that we were both in the same box.”
“Lydia!”
“So it was natural, of course, that she should turn to me in a difficulty.”
“What difficulty?”
“It seems she has reason to think that Lord Trevenna’s people are trying to get him away from her before she gets her divorce—”
“Well?”
“And she fancied he had been consulting with you last night as to—as to the best way of escaping from her.”
Gannett stood up with an angry forehead.
“Well—what concern of yours was all this dirty business? Why should she go to you?”
“Don’t you see? It’s so simple. I was to wheedle his secret out of you.”
“To oblige that woman?”
“Yes; or, if I was unwilling to oblige her, then to protect myself.”
“To protect yourself? Against whom?”
“Against her telling everyone in the hotel that she and I are in the same box.”
“She threatened that?”
“She left me the choice of telling it myself or of doing it for me.”
“The beast!”
There was a long silence. Lydia had seated herself on the sofa, beyond the radius of the lamp, and he leaned against the window. His next question surprised her.
“When did this happen? At what time, I mean?”
She looked at him vaguely.
“I don’t know—after luncheon, I think. Yes, I remember, it must have been at about three o’clock.”
He stepped into the middle of the room and as he approached the light she saw that his brow had cleared.
“Why do you ask?” she said.
“Because when I came in, at about half-past three, the mail was just being distributed, and Mrs. Cope was waiting as usual to pounce on her letters; you know she was always watching for the postman. She was standing so close to me that I couldn’t help seeing a big official-looking envelope that was handed to her. She tore it open, gave one look at the inside, and rushed off upstairs like a whirlwind, with the director shouting after her that she had left all her other letters behind. I don’t believe she ever thought of you again after that paper was put into her hand.”
“Why?”
“Because she was too busy. I was sitting in the window, watching for you, when the five o’clock boat left, and who should go on board, bag and baggage, valet and maid, dressing-bag and poodle, but Mrs. Cope and Trevenna. Just an hour and a half to pack up in! And you should have seen her when they started. She was radiant—shaking hands with everybody—waving her handkerchief from the deck—distributing bows and smiles like an empress. If ever a woman got what she wanted just in the nick of time that woman did. She’ll be Lady Trevenna within a week, I’ll wager.”
“You think she has her divorce?”
“I’m sure of it. And she must have got it just after her talk with you.”
Lydia was silent.
At length she said, with a kind of reluctance, “She was horribly angry when she left me. It wouldn’t have taken long to tell Lady Susan Condit.”
“Lady Susan Condit has not been told.”
“How do you you know.”
“Because when I went downstairs half an hour ago I met Lady Susan on the way—”
He stopped, half smiling.
“Well?”
“And she stopped to ask if I thought you would act as patroness to a charity concert she is getting up.”
In spite of themselves they both broke into a laugh. Lydia’s ended in sobs and she sank down with her face hidden. Gannett bent over her, seeking her hands.
“That vile woman—I ought to have warned you to keep away from her; I can’t forgive myself! But he spoke to me in confidence; and I never dreamed—well, it’s all over now.”
Lydia lifted her head.
“Not for me. It’s only just beginning.”
“What do you mean?”
She put him gently aside and moved in her turn to the window. Then she went on, with her face turned toward the shimmering blackness of the lake, “You see of course that it might happen again at any moment.”
“What?”
“This—this risk of being found out. And we could hardly count again on such a lucky combination of chances, could we?”
He sat down with a groan.
Still keeping her face toward the darkness, she said, “I want you to go and tell Lady Susan—and the others.”