It was several days before he chanced to see her again, and then only for
a moment as she passed through the hall; but he heard a trill of song
from her lips, which added to his interest and curiosity. “That girl is
no common servant,” he said to himself, and he resolved to learn more
about her.
It had been the custom of the Baroness to keep herself quite hidden from
her lodgers. They seldom saw her, after the first business interview.
Therefore it was a matter of surprise to the young editor when he came
home from his office one night, just after twelve o’clock, and found the
mistress of the mansion standing in the hall by the register, in charming
evening attire.
She smiled upon him radiantly. “I have just come in from a benefit
concert,” she said, “and I am as hungry as a bear. Now I cannot endure
eating alone at night. I knew it was near your hour to return, so I
waited for you. Will you go down to the dining-room with me and have a
Welsh rarebit? I am going to make one in my chafing dish.”
The young man hid his surprise under a gallant smile, and offering the
Baroness his arm descended to the basement dining-room with her. He had
heard much about the complicated life of this woman, and he felt a
certain amount of natural curiosity in regard to her. He had met her but
once, and that was on the day when he had called to engage his room, a
little more than two weeks past.
He had thought her an excellent type of the successful American
adventuress on that occasion, and her quiet and dull life in this
ordinary town puzzled him. He could not imagine a woman of that order
existing a whole year without an adventure; as a rule he knew that those
blonde women with large hips and busts, and small waists and feet, are as
unable to live without excitement as a fish without water.
Yet, since the death of Mr Brown, more than a year past, the Baroness had
lived the life of a recluse. It puzzled him, as a student of human
nature.
But, in fact, the Baroness was a skilled general in planning her
campaigns. She seldom plunged into action unprepared.
She knew from experience that she could not live in a large city and not
use an enormous amount of money.
She was tired of taking great risks, and she knew that without the aid of
money and a fine wardrobe she was not able to attract men as she had done
ten years before.
As long as she remained in Beryngford she would be adding to her income
every month, and saving the few thousands she possessed. She would be
saving her beauty, too, by keeping early hours and living a temperate
life; and if she carefully avoided any new scandal, her past adventures
would be dim in the minds of people when, after a year or two more of
retirement and retrenchment, she sallied forth to new fields, under a new
name, if need be, and with a comfortably filled purse.
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