Chapter 41
"But what is it, Rodolf? Anything very bad?"
"Bad enough. But it can be remedied. Let Verrall alone for getting out of pits, however deep they may be. I wish, though, we had never set eyes on that fellow, Appleby!"
"Tell me about it, Rodolf."
Mr. Rodolf declined. "You could do no good," said he, "and business is not fitted for ladies' ears."
"I don't care to know it," said Charlotte. "It's no concern of mine: but, somehow, that man Appleby interested me. As to business not being fitted for my ears, I should make a better hand at business than some of you men make."
"Upon my word, I think you would, Charlotte. I have often said it. But you are one in a thousand."
"Have you had anything to eat since you came in?"
"They brought me some supper. It has just gone away."
"I had better inquire whether there's a room ready for you?" she remarked, moving towards the bell.
"It's all done, Charlotte. I told them I had come to stay. Just sit down, and let me talk to you."
"Shall you stay long?"
"I can't tell until I hear from Verrall to-morrow. I may be leaving again to-morrow night, or I may be here for interminable weeks. The office is to be clear of Mr. Verrall just now, do you understand?"
Charlotte apparently did understand. She took her seat in a chair listlessly enough. Something in her manner would have told an accurate observer that she could very well have dispensed with the company of Rodolf Pain. He, however, saw nothing of that. He took his cigar-case from his pocket, selected a cigar, and then, by way of sport, held the case out to Charlotte.
"Will you take one?"
For answer, she dashed it out of his hand half way across the room. And she did it in anger, too.
"How uncertain you are!" he exclaimed, as he rose to pick up his property. "There are times when you can take a joke pleasantly, and laugh at it."
He sat down again, lighted his cigar, and smoked a few minutes in silence. Then he turned to her. "Don't you think it is time, Charlotte, that you and I brought ourselves to an anchor?"
"No, I don't," she bluntly answered.
"But I say it is," he resumed. "And I mean
"_You_ mean!"
Something in the tone roused him, and he gazed at her with surprise.
"You are not going from your promise, Charlotte?"
"I don't remember that I made any distinct promise," said she.
Mr. Rodolf Pain grew heated. "You know that you did, Charlotte. You know that you engaged yourself irrevocably to me----"
"Irrevocably!" she slightingly interrupted. "How you misapply words!"
"It was as irrevocable as promise can be. Have you not led me on, this twelvemonth past, believing month after month that you would be my wife the next? And, month after month, you have put me off upon the most frivolous pretexts!"
He rose as he spoke, drew up his little figure to its utmost height in his excitement, and pushed back his light hair from his small, insignificant face. A face that betrayed not too much strength of any sort, physical, moral, or intellectual; but a good-natured face withal.
Charlotte retained unbroken calmness.
"Rodolf, I don't think it would do," she said, with an air of candid reasoning. "I have thought it over and over, and that's why I have put you off. It is not well that we should all be so closely connected together. Better get new ties, that will shelter us, in case a--a----"
"A what?" asked Rudolf Pain, his eyes strained on Charlotte through their very light lashes.
"In case a smash comes. That--if we are all in the same boat--would ruin the lot. Better that you and I should form other connections."
"You are talking great nonsense," he angrily said. "A smas.h.!.+--to us!
Can't you trust Verrall better than that?"
"Why, you say that, even at this present moment----"
"You are wrong, Charlotte," he vehemently interrupted; "you entirely misunderstand me. Things go wrong in business temporarily; they must do so in business of all sorts; but they right themselves again. Why! do you know what Verrall made last year?"
"A great deal."
"My little petty share was two thousand pounds: and that is as a drop of water to the ocean compared with his. What has put you upon these foolish fancies?"
"Prudence," returned Charlotte.
"I don't believe it," was the plain answer. "You are trying to blind me.
You are laying yourself out for higher game; and to shut my eyes, and gain time to see if you can play it out, you concoct a story of 'prudence' to me. It's one or the other of those G.o.dolphins."
"The G.o.dolphins!" mockingly repeated Charlotte. "You are clever! The one will never marry as long as the world lasts; the other's dead."
"Dead!" echoed Rodolf Pain.
"As good as dead. He's like a ghost, and he is being sent off for an everlasting period to some warmer climate. How ridiculous you are, Rodolf!"
"Charlotte, I'll take care of ways and means. I'll take care of you and your interests. Only fix the time when you will be mine."
"Then I won't, Rodolf. I don't care to marry yet awhile. I'll see about it when the next hunting season shall be over."
Rodolf Pain opened his eyes. "The hunting season!" he cried. "What has that to do with it?"
"Were you my husband, you would be forbidding me to hunt; you don't like my doing it now. So for the present I'll remain mistress of my own actions."
"Another lame excuse," he said, knitting his brow. "You will take very good care always to remain mistress of your own actions, whether married or single."
Charlotte laughed, a ringing laugh of power. It spoke significantly enough to Mr. Rodolf Pain. He would have renewed the discussion, but she peremptorily declined, and shaking hands with him, wished him good night.
CHAPTER XX.
A REVELATION TO ALL SOULS' RECTOR.