the yellow crayon- 第14部分

〃None；　sir！〃

Mr。　Sabin　dismissed　him　impatiently。

〃After　all；　I　am　getting　old。　　He　is　young　and　he　is　strong　…　a
worthy　antagonist。　　Come；　let　us　see　what　this　little　volume　has
to　say　about　him。〃

He　turned　over　the　pages　rapidly　and　read　aloud。

〃Reginald　Cyril　Brott；　born　18　…　；　son　of　John　Reginald　Brott；　Esq。；
of　Manchester。　　Educated　at　Harrow　and　Merton　College；　Cambridge；
M。A。；　LL。D。；　and　winner　of　the　Rudlock　History　Prize。　　Also　tenth
wrangler。　　Entered　the　diplomatic　service　on　leaving　college；　and
served　as　junior　attache　at　Vienna。〃

Mr。　Sabin　laid　down　the　volume；　and　made　a　little　calculation。　　At
the　end　of　it　he　had　made　a　discovery。　　His　face　was　very　white
and　set。

〃I　was　at　Petersburg；〃　he　muttered。　　〃Now　I　think　of　it；　I　heard
something　of　a　young　English　attache。　　But　…　〃

He　touched　the　bell。

〃Duson；　a　carriage！〃

At　Camperdown　House　he　learned　that　Helene　was　out　…　shopping；　the
hall　porter　believed。　　Mr。　Sabin　drove　slowly　down　Bond　Street；　and
was　rewarded　by　seeing　her　brougham　outside　a　famous　milliner's。　　He
waited　for　her　upon　the　pavement。　　Presently　she　came　out　and　smiled
her　greetings　upon　him。

〃You　were　waiting　for　me？〃　she　asked。

〃I　saw　your　carriage。〃

〃How　delightful　of　you。　　Let　me　take　you　back　to　luncheon。〃

He　shook　his　head。

〃I　am　afraid；〃　he　said；　〃that　I　should　be　poor　company。　　May　I
drive　home　with　you；　at　any　rate；　when　you　have　finished？〃

〃Of　course　you　may；　and　for　luncheon　we　shall　be　quite　alone；　unless
somebody　drops　in。〃

He　took　his　seat　beside　her　in　the　carriage。　　〃Helene；〃　he　said；　〃I
am　interested　in　Mr。　Brott。　　No；　don't　look　at　me　like　that。　　You
need　have　no　fear。　　My　interest　is　in　him　as　a　man；　and　not　as　a
politician。　　The　other　days　are　over　and　done　with　now。　　I　am　on
the　defensive　and　hard　pressed。〃

Her　face　was　bright　with　sympathy。　　She　forgot　everything　except　her
old　admiration　for　him。　　In　the　clashing　of　their　wills　the　victory
had　remained　with　her。　　And　as　for　those　things　which　he　had　done；
the　cause　at　least　had　been　a　great　one。　　Her　happiness　had　come　to
her　through　him。　　She　bore　him　no　grudge　for　that　fierce　opposition
which；　after　all；　had　been　fruitless。

〃I　believe　you；　UNCLE；〃　she　said　affectionately。　　〃If　I　can　help
you　in　any　way　I　will。〃

〃This　Mr。　Brott！　　He　goes　very　little　into　society；　I　believe。〃

〃Scarcely　ever；〃　she　answered。　　〃He　came　to　us　because　my　husband
is　one　of　the　few　Radical　peers。〃

〃You　have　not　heard　of　any　recent　change　in　him　…　in　this　respect？〃

〃Well；　I　did　hear　Wolfendon　chaffing　him　the　other　day　about
somebody；〃　she　said。　　〃Oh；　I　know。　　He　has　been　going　often　to　the
Duchess　of　Dorset's。　　He　is　such　an　ultra　Radical；　you　know；　and
the　Dorsets　are　fierce　Tories。　　Wolfendon　says　it　is　a　most　unwise
thing　for　a　good　Radical　who　wants　to　retain　the　confidence　of　the
people　to　be　seen　about　with　a　Duchess。〃

〃The　Duchess　of　Dorset；〃　Mr。　Sabin　remarked；　〃must　be；　well　…　a
middle…aged　woman。〃

Helene　laughed。

〃She　is　sixty　if　she　is　a　day。　　But　I　daresay　she　herself　is　not
the　attraction。　　There　is　a　very　beautiful　woman　staying　with　her
　…　the　Countess　Radantz。　　A　Hungarian；　I　believe。〃

Mr。　Sabin　sat　quite　still。　　His　face　was　turned　away　from　Helene。
She　herself　was　smiling　out　of　the　window　at　some　acquaintances。

〃I　wonder　if　there　is　anything　more　that　I　can　tell　you？〃　she　asked
presently。

He　turned　towards　her　with　a　faint　smile。

〃You　have　told　me；〃　he　said；　〃all　that　I　want　to　know。〃

She　was　struck　by　the　change　in　his　face；　the　quietness　of　his　tone
was　ominous。

〃Am　I　meant　to　understand？〃　she　said　dubiously　〃because　I　don't　in
the　least。　　It　seems　to　me　that　have　told　you　nothing。　　I　cannot
imagine　what　Mr。　Brott　and　you　have　in　common。〃

〃If　your　invitation　to　lunch　still　holds　good；〃　he　said；　〃may　I
accept　it？　　Afterwards；　if　you　can　spare　me　a　few　minutes　I　will
make　things　quite　clear　to　you。

She　laughed。

〃You　will　find；〃　she　declared；　〃that　I　shall　leave　you　little　peace
for　luncheon。　　I　am　consumed　with　curiosity。〃


CHAPTER　XV

Nevertheless；　Mr。　Sabin　lunched　with　discretion；　as　usual；　but　with
no　lack　of　appetite。　　It　chanced　that　they　were　alone。　　Lord
Camperdown　was　down　in　the　Midlands　for　a　day's　hunting；　and　Helene
had　ensured　their　seclusion　from　any　one　who　might　drop　in　by　a
whispered　word　to　the　hail　porter　as　they　passed　into　the　house。
It　seemed　to　her　that　she　had　never　found　Mr。　Sabin　more
entertaining；　had　never　more　appreciated　his　rare　gift　of　effortless
and　anecdotal　conversation。　　What　a　marvelous　memory！　　He　knew
something　of　every　country　from　the　inside。　　He　had　been　brought　at
various　times　during　his　long　diplomatic　career　into　contact　with
most　of　the　interesting　people　in　the　world。　　He　knew　well　how　to
separate　the　grain　from　the　chaff　according　to　the　tastes　of　his
listener。　　The　pathos　of　his　present　position　appealed　to　her
irresistibly。　　The　possibilities　of　his　life　had　been　so　great；
fortune　had　treated　him　always　so　strangely。　　The　greatest　of　his
schemes　had　come　so　near　to　success；　the　luck　had　turned　against
him　only　at　the　very　moment　of　fruition。　　Helene　felt　very　kindly
towards　her　UNCLE　as　she　led　him；　after　luncheon；　to　a　quiet　corner
of　the　winter　garden；　where　a　servant　had　already　arranged　a　table
with　coffee　and　liqueurs　and　cigarettes。　　Unscrupulous　all　his　life；
there　had　been　an　element　of　greatness　in　all　his　schemes。　　Even
his　failures　had　been　magnificent；　for　his　successes　he　himself　had
seldom　reaped　the　reward。　　And　now　in　the　autumn　of　his　days　she
felt　dimly　that　he　was　threatened　with　some　evil　thing　against　which
he　stood　at　bay　single…handed；　likely　perhaps　to　be　overpowered。
For　there　was　something　in　his　face　just　now　which　was　strange　to　her。

〃Helene；〃　he　said　quietly；　〃I　suppose　that　you；　who　knew　nothing　of
me　till　you　left　school；　have　looked　upon　me　always　as　a　selfish；
passionless　creature　…　a　weaver　of　plots；　perhaps　sometimes　a
dreamer　of　dreams；　but　a　person　wholly　self…centred；　always
self…engrossed？〃

She　shook　her　head。

〃Not　selfish！〃　she　objected。　　〃No；　I　never　thought　that。　　It　is
the　wrong　word。〃

〃At　least；〃　he　said；　〃you　will　be　surprised　to　hear　that　I　have
loved　one　woman　all　my　life。〃

She　looked　at　him　half　doubtfully。

〃Yes；〃　she　said；　〃I　am　surprised　to　hear　that。〃

〃I　will　surprise　you　still　more。　　I　was　married　to　her　in　America
within　a　month　of　my　arrival　there。　　We　have　lived　together　ever
since。　　And　I　have　been　very　happy。　　I　speak；　of　course；　of　Lucille！〃

〃It　is　amazing；〃　she　murmured。　　〃You　must　tell　me　all　about　it。〃

〃Not　all；〃　he　answered　sadly。　　〃Only　this。　　I　met　her　first　at
Vienna　when　I　was　thirty…five；　and　she　was　eighteen。　　I　treated　her
shamefully。　　Marriage　seemed　to　me；　with　all　my　dreams　of　great
achievements；　an　act　of　madness。　　I　believed　in　myself　and　my　career。
I　believed　that　it　was　my　destiny　to　restore　the　monarchy　to　our
beloved　country。　　And　I　wanted　to　be　free。　　I　think　that　I　saw
myself　a　second　Napoleon。　　So　I　won　her　love；　took　all　that　she　had
to　give；　and　returned　nothing。

〃In　the　course　of　years　she　married　the　son　of　the　American　Consul
at　Vienna。　　I　was　obliged；　by　the　bye；　to　fight　her　brother；　and　he
carried　his　enmity　to　me　through　life。　　I　saw　her　sometimes　in　the
course　of　years。　　She　was　always　beautiful；　always　surrounded　by　a
host　of　admirers；　always　cold。　　When　the　end　of　my　great　plans　here
came；　and　I　myself　was　a　fugitive；　her　brother　found　me　out。　　He
gave　me　a　letter　to　deliver　in　America。　　I　delivered　it　…　to　his
sister。

〃She　was　as　beautiful　as　ever；　and　alone　in　the　world。　　It　seemed
to　me　that　I　realised　then　how　great　my　folly　had　been。　　For　always
I　had　loved　her；　always　there　had　been　that　jealously　locked　little
chamber　in　my　life。　　Helene；　she　pointed　no　finger　of　scorn　to　my
broken　life。　　She　uttered　no　reproaches。　　She　took　me　as　I　was；　and
for　three　years　our　life　together　has　been　to　me　one　long　unbroken
harmony。　　Our　tastes　were　very　similar。　　She　was　well　read；
receptive；　a　charming　companion。　　Ennui　was　a　word　of　which　I　have
forgotten　the　meaning。　　And　it　seemed　so　with　her；　too；　for　she
grew　younger　and　more　beautiful。〃

〃And　why　is　she　not　with　you？〃　Helene　cried。　　〃I　must　go　and　see
her。　　How　delightful　it　sounds！〃

〃One　day；　about　three　months　ago；〃　Mr。　Sabin　continued；　〃she　left
me　to　go　to　New　York　for　two　days。　　Her　milliner　in　Paris　had　sent
over；　and　twice　a　year　Lucille　used　to　buy　clothes。　　I　had
sometimes　accompanied　her；　but　she　knew　how　I　detested　New　York；
and　this　time　she　did　not　press　me　to　go。　　She　left　me　in　the
highest　spirits；　as　tender　and　gracefully　affectionate　as　ever。
She　never　returned。〃

Helene　started　in　her　chair。

〃Oh；　UNCLE！〃　she　cried。

〃I　have　never　seen　her　since；〃　he　repeated。

〃Have　you　no　clue？　　She　could　not　have　left　you　willingly。　　Have
you　no　idea　where　she　is？〃

He　bowed　his　head　slowly。

〃Yes；〃　he　said；　〃I　know　where　she　is。　　She　came　to　Europe　with　Lady
Carey。　　She　is　staying　with　the　Duchess　of　Dorset。〃

〃The　Countess　Radantz？〃　Helene　cried。

〃It　was　her　maiden　name；〃　he　answered。

There　was　a　moment's　silence。　　Helene　was　bewildered。

〃Then　you　have　seen　her？〃

He　shook　his　head　slowly。

〃No。　　I　did　not　even　know　where　she　was　until　you　told　me。〃

〃But　why　do　you　wait　a　single　moment？〃　she　asked。　　〃There　must　be
some　explanation。　　Let　me　order　a　carriage　now。　　I　will　drive
round　to　Dorset　House　with　you。〃

She　half　rose。　　He　held　out　his　hand　and　checked　her。

〃There　are　other　things　to　be　explained；〃　he　said　quickly。　　〃Sit
down；　Helene。〃

She　obeyed　him；　mystified。

〃For　your　own　sake；〃　he　continued；　〃there　are　certain　facts　in
connection　with　this　matter　which　I　must　withhold。　　All　I　can　tell
you　is　this。　　There　are　people　who　have　acquired　a　hold　upon
Lucille　so　great　that　she　is　forced　to　obey　their　bidding。　　Lady
Carey　is　one；　the　Duchess　of　Dorset　is　another。　　They　are　no
friends　of　mine；　and　apparently　Lucille　has　been　taken　away　from
me　by　them。〃

〃A　…　a　hold　upon　her？〃　Helene　repeated　vaguely。

〃It　is　all　I　can　tell　you。　　You　must　suppo