She said stormily: 'Indeed, my lord? You won't tell me w-why, and yet you expect me to cast off R-Robert!'

'I confess it does sound a trifle arbitrary,' admitted his lordship ruefully. 'The story, you see, is not entirely mine. But even though I am unable to divulge it the reason is a sufficient one.'

'V-vastly interesting,' said Horatia. 'It is a p-pity I can't judge for myself, for I must tell you, sir, that I have no n-notion of deserting my friends only b-because a creature like your horrid c-cousin says odious things about me!'

'Then I very much fear that I shall have to take steps to enforce this particular command,' said the Earl imperturbably.

She rejoined hotly: 'You c-can't c-coerce me into obeying you, my lord!'

'What a very ugly word, my dear!' remarked the Earl. 'I am sure I have never coerced anyone.'

She felt a little baffled. 'Pray, what do you m-mean to do, sir?'

'Dear Horry, surely I told you? I mean to put an end to the intimacy between you and Robert Lethbridge.'

'W-well, you c-can't!' declared Horatia.

The Earl opened his snuff-box, and took a pinch in a leisurely fashion. 'No?' he said, politely interested.

'No!'

The Earl shut the snuff-box, and dusted his sleeve with a lace-edged handkerchief.

'W-well, have you n-nothing else to say?' demanded Horatia, goaded.

'Nothing at all, my dear,' said his lordship with unruffled good-humour.

Horatia made a sound rather like that of an infuriated kitten, and flounced out of the room.

Chapter Eleven.

No lady of spirit, of course, could resist the temptation of pushing matters further, and Horatia was a lady of considerable spirit. The knowledge that the eyes of the Polite World were on her invested her behaviour with a certain defiance. That anyone should dare to suppose that she, Horry Winwood, had fallen in love with Lethbridge was a ludicrous presumption to be treated only with scorn. Attracted by Lethbridge she might be, but there was a very cogent reason why she should not be in the least in love with him. The reason stood well over six foot in height, and was going to be shown, in vulgar parlance, that what was sauce for the goose could be sauce for the gander as well. And if the Earl of Rule could be roused to take action, so much the better. Horatia, her first annoyance having evaporated, was all agog to see what he would do. But he must be made to realize that his wife had no intention of sharing his favours with his mistress.

So with the laudable object of making his lordship jealous Horatia sought in her mind for some outrageous thing to do.

It did not take her long to hit upon the very thing. There was to be a ridotto held at Ranelagh, which, to tell the truth, she had given up all idea of attending, Rule having refused quite unmistakably to escort her. There had been a slight argument over the matter, but Rule had ended it by saying pleasantly: 'I don't think you would care for it, my dear. It won't be a very genteel affair, you know.'

Horatia was aware that public ridottos were looked upon by the select as very vulgar masquerades, and she accepted the Earl's decision with a good grace. She had heard all sorts of scandalous tales of the excesses committed at such affairs, and had really no wish, beyond a certain curiosity, to be present at one.

But now that battle was joined with the Earl a different complexion was put on the matter and it seemed all at once eminently desirable that she should attend the Ranelagh ridotto, with Lethbridge, of course, as her escort. There could be no fear of scandal, since both would be masked, and the only person who should know of the prank was my Lord of Rule.

And if that did not rouse him, nothing would.

The next step was to enlist Lord Lethbridge. She had feared that this might prove a little difficult (since he was so anxious not to cast a slur on her good name), but it turned out to be quite easy.

'Take you to the ridotto at Ranelagh, Horry,' he said. 'Now, why?'

'B-because I want to go, and Rule wo - can't take me,' said Horatia, correcting herself hurriedly.

His oddly brilliant eyes held a laugh. 'But how churlish of him!'

'N-never mind that,' said Horatia. 'W-will you take me?'

'Of course I will,' replied Lethbridge, bowing over her hand.

So five evenings later Lord Lethbridge's coach drew up in Grosvenor Square, and my Lady Rule, in full ball dress, a grey domino over her arm, and a loo-mask dangling by its strings from her fingers, came out of the house, tripped down the steps, and got into the coach. She had thoughtfully left a message with the porter for Lord Rule. 'If his lordship should inquire for me, inform him that I am gone to Ranelagh,' she said airily.

Her first view of Ranelagh made her delighted to have come, quite apart from the original object of the exploit.

Thousands of golden lamps arranged in tasteful designs lit the gardens. Strains of music floated on the air; and crowds of gay dominoes thronged the gravel walks. In the various rotundas and lodges that were scattered about the ground refreshments could be had, while in the pavilion itself dancing was going forward.

Horatia, observing the scene through the slits of her mask, turned impulsively to Lethbridge, standing beside her with a scarlet domino hanging open from his shoulders, and cried: 'I am so g-glad we came! Only see how pretty! Are you not charmed with it, R-Robert?'

'In your company, yes,' he replied. 'Do you care to dance, my dear?'

'Yes, of course!' said Horatia enthusiastically.

There was nothing to shock the primmest-minded person in the demeanours of those in the ballroom, but Horatia opened her eyes a little at the sight of a scuffle for the possession of a lady's mask taking place later beside the lily-pond under the terrace. The lady fled with most ungenteel shrieks of laughter, hotly pursued by her cavalier. Horatia said nothing, but thought privately that Rule might have reason for not wishing his wife to attend public ridottos.

However, to do him justice, Lord Lethbridge steered his fair charge carefully clear of any low-bred romping, and she continued to be very well pleased with the night's entertainment. In fact, as she said over supper in one of the boxes, it was the most delightful adventure imaginable, and only wanted one thing to make it perfect.

'Good G.o.d, Horry, what have I left undone?' asked Lethbridge in mock dismay.

She dimpled. 'Well, R-Robert, I do think it would be quite the n-nicest party I have ever been to if only we c-could play cards together!'

'Oh, rogue!' Lethbridge said softly. 'You will shock the solitary gentleman in the next box, my dear.'

Horatia paid no heed to this, beyond remarking that it was ten to one the gentleman was a stranger.

'You don't like d-dancing, Robert, you know you d-don't!

And I do want to try my skill against you.'

'Too ambitious, Horry,' he teased. 'I was playing cards when you were sewing samplers. And I'll wager I was playing better than you sewed.'

'L-Lizzie used to finish all my samplers for me,' admitted Horatia. 'But I p-play cards much better than I sew, I a.s.sure you. R-Robert, why won't you?'

'Do you think I would fleece so little a lamb?' he asked. 'I haven't the heart!'

She tilted her chin. 'P-perhaps I should f-fleece you, sir!' she said.

'Yes - if I let you,' he smiled. 'And of course I undoubtedly should.'

'L-let me win?' said Horatia indignantly. 'I am n-not a baby, sir! If I play, I play in earnest.'

'Very well,' said Lethbridge. 'I will play you - in earnest.'

She clapped her hands together, causing the man in the next box to glance round at her. 'You w-will?'

'At piquet - for a certain stake,' Lethbridge said.

'W-well, of course. I d-don't mind playing high, you know.'

'We are not going to play for guineas, my dear,' Lethbridge told her, finishing the champagne in his gla.s.s.

She frowned. 'R-Rule does not like me to stake my jewels,'

she said.

'Heaven forbid! We will play higher than that.'

'G-good gracious!' exclaimed Horatia. 'For what then?'

'For a lock - one precious lock - of your hair, Horry,' said Lethbridge.

She drew back instinctively. 'That is silly,' she said.

'Besides - I c-couldn't.'

'I thought not,' he said. 'Forgive me, my dear, but you see you are not really a gamester.'

She reddened. 'I am!' she declared. 'I am! Only I c-can't play you for a lock of hair! It's stupid, and I ought not. B-besides what would you stake against it?'

He put his hand to the Mechlin cravat about his throat and drew out the curious pin he nearly always wore. It was an intaglio of the G.o.ddess Athene with her shield and owl, and looked to be very old. He held it in the palm of his hand for Horatia to see. 'That has come down in my family through very many years,' he said. 'I will stake it against a lock of your hair.'

'Is it an heirloom?' she inquired, touching it with the tip of her finger.

'Almost,' he said. 'It has a charming legend attached to it, and no Lethbridge would ever let it out of his possession.'

'And w-would you really stake it?' Horatia asked wonderingly.

He put it back in his cravat. 'For a lock of your hair, yes,' he answered. ' I am a gamester.'

'You shall n-never say that I was n-not!' Horatia said. 'I will play you for my hair! And to show I really d-do play in earnest-' She thrust her hand into her reticule, searching for something - 'There!' She held up a small pair of scissors.

He laughed. 'But how fortunate, Horry!'

She put the scissors back in the reticule.'You haven't w-won it yet, sir.'

'True,' he agreed. 'Shall we say the best of three games?'

'D-done!' said Horatia. 'P-play or pay! I have finished my supper, and I should l-like to play now.'

'With all my heart,' bowed Lethbridge, and rose, offering his arm.

She laid her hand on it, and they left the box together, wending their way across the s.p.a.ce that lay between it and the main pavilion. Skirting a gaily chattering group, Horatia said with her p.r.o.nounced stammer: 'Where shall we p-play, R-Robert? Not in that c-crowded card-room. It wouldn't be discreet.'

A tall woman in an apple-green domino turned her head quickly, and stared after Horatia, her lips just parted in surprise.

'Certainly not,' said Lethbridge. 'We shall play in the little room you liked, leading off the terrace.'

The green domino stood quite still, apparently lost either in surprise or meditation, and was only recalled to her surroundings by an apologetic voice murmuring: 'Your pardon, ma'am.'

She turned to find she was blocking the way of a large Black Domino, and stepped aside with a light word of apology.

Though there was plenty of music to be heard coming from various corners of the gardens, the fiddlers who sc.r.a.ped in the ballroom were temporarily silent. The pavilion was pretty well deserted, for the supper interval was not yet over. Horatia pa.s.sed through the empty ballroom on Lethbridge's arm, and was just stepping out on to the moonlit terrace when someone in the act of entering almost collided with her. It was the man in the Black Domino, who must have come in from the gardens by the terrace steps. Both fell back at once, but in some inexplicable fashion the edge of Horatia's lace underdress had got under the stranger's foot. There was a rending sound, followed by an exclamation from Horatia, and conscience-stricken apologies from the offender.

'Oh, I beg a thousand pardons, ma'am! Pray forgive me! I would not for the world - Can't think how I can have been so clumsy I'

'It does not signify, sir,' Horatia said coldly, gathering up her skirt in her hand, and walking through the long window on to the terrace.

The Black Domino stood aside for Lethbridge to follow her, and once more begging pardon, retreated into the ballroom.

'How horribly p-provoking!' Horatia said, looking at her hopelessly torn frill. 'Now I shall have to go and p-pin it up.

Of course it is quite ruined.'

'Shall I call him out?' Lethbridge said. 'Faith, he deserves it!

How came he to tread on your skirt at all?'

'G-goodness knows!' said Horatia. She gave a little chuckle.

'He was d-dreadfully overcome, wasn't he? Where shall I find you, R-Robert?'

'I'll await you here,' he answered.

'And then we p-play cards?'

'And then we play cards,' he concurred.

'I w-wont be above a m-moment,' Horatia promised optimistically, and vanished into the ballroom again.

Lord Lethbridge strolled towards the low parapet that ran along the edge of the terrace, and stood leaning his hands on it, and looking idly down at the lily-pond a few feet below. Little coloured lights ringed it round, and some originally-minded person had designed a cl.u.s.ter of improbable flowers to hold tiny lamps. These floated on the still water, and had provoked a great deal of laughter and admiration earlier in the evening.

Lord Lethbridge was observing them with a rather contemptuous smile twisting his lips when two hands came round his neck from behind, and jerked apart the strings that held his domino loosely together.

Startled, he tried to turn round, but the hands that in one lightning movement had ripped off his domino, closed like a flash about his throat, and tightened suffocatingly. He clawed at them, struggling violently. A drawling voice said in his ear: 'I shan't strangle you this time, Lethbridge. But I am afraid - yes, I am really afraid it will have to be that pond. I feel sure you will appreciate the necessity.'

The grip left Lord Lethbridge's throat, but before he could turn a thrust between his shoulder-blades made him lose his balance. The parapet was too low to save him; he fell over it and into the lily-pond with a splash that extinguished the lights in that cl.u.s.ter of artificial flowers which he had looked at so scornfully a minute before.