He was too eager,too deeply in earnest.People opposite were looking at them,Ernestine talked to her vis-a-vis.It was some time before he spoke again,when he did he took up the thread of their conversation where he had left it.
"By the majority,of course,"he said."I have wondered sometimes whether there might be any one who would be different.""I should be sorry,"she said demurely.
"Sorry,yes;so would the tradespeople who had had my money and the men who call themselves my friends and forget that they are my debtors.""You are cynical.""I cannot help it,"he answered."It is my dream.To-day,you know,I have stood face to face with evil things.""Do you know,"she said,"I should never have called you a dreamer,a man likely to fancy things.I wonder if anything has really happened to make you talk like this?"He flashed a quick glance at her underneath his heavy brows.
Nothing in her face betrayed any more than the most ordinary interest in what he was saying.Yet somehow,from that moment,he had uneasy doubts concerning her,whether there might be by any chance some reason for the tolerance and the interest with which she had regarded him from the first.The mere suspicion of it was a shock to him.He relapsed once more into a state of nervous silence.Ernestine yawned,and her hostess threw more than one pitying glance towards her.
Afterwards the whole party adjourned to the theatre,altogether in an informal manner.Some of the guests had carriages waiting,others went down in hansoms.Ernestine was rather late in coming downstairs and found Trent waiting for her in the hall.She was wearing a wonderful black satin opera cloak with pale green lining,her maid had touched up her hair and wound a string of pearls around her neck.He watched her as she came slowly down the stairs,buttoning her gloves,and looking at him with eyebrows faintly raised to see him waiting there alone.After all,what folly!Was it likely that wealth,however great,could ever make him of her world,could ever bring him in reality one degree nearer to her?
That night he had lost all confidence.He told himself that it was the rankest presumption to even think of her.
"The others,"he said,"have gone on.Lady Tresham left word that I was to take you."She glanced at the old-fashioned clock which stood in the corner of the hall.
"How ridiculous to have hurried so!"she said.One might surely be comfortable here instead of waiting at the theatre."She walked towards the door with him.His own little night-brougham was waiting there,and she stepped into it.
"I am surprised at Lady Tresham,"she said,smiling."I really don't think that I am at all properly chaperoned.This comes,Isuppose,from having acquired a character for independence."Her gown seemed to fill the carriage -a little sea of frothy lace and muslin.He hesitated on the pavement.
"Shall I ride outside?"he suggested."I don't want to crush you."She gathered up her skirt at once and made room for him.He directed the driver and stepped in beside her.
"I hope,"she said,"that your cigarette restored your spirits.
You are not going to be as dull all the evening as you were at dinner,are you?"He sighed a little wistfully."I'd like to talk to you,"he said simply,"but somehow to-night...you know it was much easier when you were a journalist from the 'Hour'.""Well,that is what I am now,"she said,laughing."Only I can't get away from all my old friends at once.The day after to-morrow I shall be back at work.""Do you mean it?"he asked incredulously.
"Of course I do!You don't suppose I find this sort of thing particularly amusing,do you?Hasn't it ever occurred to you that there must be a terrible sameness about people who have been brought up amongst exactly the same surroundings and taught to regard life from exactly the same point of view?""But you belong to them -you have their instincts.""I may belong to them in some ways,but you know that I am a revolted daughter.Haven't I proved it?Haven't I gone out into the world,to the horror of all my relatives,for the sole purpose of getting a firmer grip of life?And yet,do you know,Mr.Trent,I believe that to-night you have forgotten that.You have remembered my present character only,and,in despair of interesting a fashionable young lady,you have not talked to me at all,and Ihave been very dull.""It is quite true,"he assented."All around us they were talking of things of which I knew nothing,and you were one of them.""How foolish!You could have talked to me about Fred and the road-making in Africa and I should have been more interested than in anything they could have said to me."They were passing a brilliantly-lit corner,and the light flashed upon his strong,set face with its heavy eyebrows and firm lips.
He leaned back and laughed hoarsely.Was it her fancy,she wondered,or did he seem not wholly at his ease.
"Haven't I told you a good deal?I should have thought that Fred and I between us had told you all about Africa that you would care to hear."She shook her head.What she said next sounded to him,in a certain sense,enigmatic.
"There is a good deal left for you to tell me,"she said."Some day I shall hope to know everything."He met her gaze without flinching.
"Some day,"he said,"I hope you will."
