"Dear bless me! What a late visitor! Who can it be? Martin, just go out
and look--never mind the door," and Mrs. Chetwode jumped up and stood
so that she could hear the inquiry: "Is Mrs. Dacres here?"
"Yes, sir, the ladies are at dinner."
"Oh! Ah!"
"Captain Dacres, is that you?" Bella had run out to meet him. "Why, what
a surprise--Nina, fancy, here's your husband, dear," and she preceded
Rowley back into the dining-room.
"Rowley!" For her life Nina couldn't say more--every atom of colour had
forsaken her.
"My dear child, have I frightened you? I'm so sorry, but I found after
all I had to come to town. Carne has made such an awful mess about the
gun he was to get for me, and so I didn't write. I thought I'd surprise
you."
Nina laughed out like a boisterous child. "What a silly thing I am," she
said, "I was afraid something had happened."
Rowley put his arm round her, for though she was laughing, her voice
sounded like crying all the time.
Under other circumstances he might have been more struck with the little
embarrassment which she could not perfectly control, but at the moment
he was not quite himself either. That impudent Doady Donne had played a
shameful hoax on him, had actually had the audacity to declare that she
had seen his wife--Nina, Mrs. Dacres--in Teddy Vere's hansom! He hadn't
taken what she said very pleasantly, for the bare notion made him
furious, and--though telling himself all the while that he didn't
believe it--until he had found Nina seated with her friend, it was
impossible to feel any security.
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