Beauchamp's Career — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 730 pages of information about Beauchamp's Career — Complete.

Beauchamp's Career — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 730 pages of information about Beauchamp's Career — Complete.

‘Roland will come at a signal,’ he pursued; ’we are not bound to consult others.’

Renee formed the French word of ‘we’ on her tongue.

He talked of Roland and Roland, his affection for him as a brother and as a friend, and Roland’s love of them both.

‘It is true,’ said Renee.

‘We owe him this; he represents your father.’

‘All that you say is true, my friend.’

’Thus, you have come on a visit to madame, your old friend here—­oh! your hand.  What have I done?’

Renee motioned her hand as if it were free to be taken, and smiled faintly to make light of it, but did not give it.

‘If you had been widowed!’ he broke down to the lover again.

’That man is attached to the remnant of his life:  I could not wish him dispossessed of it,’ said Rende.

‘Parted! who parts us?  It’s for a night.  Tomorrow!’

She breathed:  ‘To-morrow.’

To his hearing it craved an answer.  He had none.  To talk like a lover, or like a man of honour, was to lie.  Falsehood hemmed him in to the narrowest ring that ever statue stood on, if he meant to be stone.

‘That woman will be returning,’ he muttered, frowning at the vacant door.  ’I could lay out my whole life before your eyes, and show you I am unchanged in my love of you since the night when Roland and I walked on the Piazzetta . . .’

‘Do not remind me; let those days lie black!’ A sympathetic vision of her maiden’s tears on the night of wonderful moonlight when, as it seemed to her now, San Giorgio stood like a dark prophet of her present abasement and chastisement, sprang tears of a different character, and weak as she was with her soul’s fever and for want of food, she was piteously shaken.  She said with some calmness:  ’It is useless to look back.  I have no reproaches but for myself.  Explain nothing to me.  Things that are not comprehended by one like me are riddles I must put aside.  I know where I am:  I scarcely know more.  Here is madame.’

The door had not opened, and it did not open immediately.

Beauchamp had time to say, ‘Believe in me.’  Even that was false to his own hearing, and in a struggle with the painful impression of insincerity which was denied and scorned by his impulse to fling his arms round her and have her his for ever, he found himself deferentially accepting her brief directions concerning her boxes at the hotel, with Rosamund Culling to witness.

She gave him her hand.

He bowed over the fingers.  ‘Until to-morrow, madame.’

‘Adieu!’ said Renee.

CHAPTER XLII

THE TWO PASSIONS

The foggy February night refreshed his head, and the business of fetching the luggage from the hotel—­a commission that necessitated the delivery of his card and some very commanding language—­kept his mind in order.  Subsequently he drove to his cousin Baskelett’s Club, where he left a short note to say the house was engaged for the night and perhaps a week further.  Concise, but sufficient:  and he stated a hope to his cousin that he would not be inconvenienced.  This was courteous.

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