“Could I ever forget it?” Rosamund appeared to come shining out of a
cloud. “Princeliest and truest gentleman, I thought you then, and I
know you to be, my dear lord. I fancied I had lived the scandal down. I
was under the delusion that I had grown to be past backbiting: and that
no man could stand before me to insult and vilify me. But, for a woman
in any so-called doubtful position, it seems that the coward will not
be wanting to strike her. In quitting your service, I am able to affirm
that only once during the whole term of it have I consciously
overstepped the line of my duties: it was for Nevil: and Captain
Baskelett undertook to defend your reputation, in consequence.”
“Has the rascal been questioning your conduct?” The earl frowned.
“Oh, no! not questioning: he does not question, he accuses: he never
doubted: and what he went shouting as a boy, is plain matter of fact to
him now. He is devoted to you. It was for your sake that he desired me
to keep my name from being mixed up in a scandal he foresaw the
occurrence of in your house.”
“He permitted himself to sneer at you?”
“He has the art of sneering. On this occasion he wished to be direct
and personal.”
“What sort of hints were they?”
Lord Romfrey strode away from her chair that the answer might be easy
to her, for she was red, and evidently suffering from shame as well as
indignation.
“The hints we call distinct.” said Rosamund.
“In words?”
“In hard words.”
“Then you won’t meet Cecil?”
Such a question, and the tone of indifference in which it came,
surprised and revolted her so that the unreflecting reply leapt out:
“I would rather meet a devil.”
Of how tremblingly, vehemently, and hastily she had said it, she was
unaware. To her lord it was an outcry of nature, astutely touched by
him to put her to proof.
He continued his long leisurely strides, nodding over his feet.
Rosamund stood up. She looked a very noble figure in her broad
black-furred robe. “I have one serious confession to make, sir.”
“What’s that?” said he.
“I would avoid it, for it cannot lead to particular harm; but I have an
enemy who may poison your ear in my absence. And first I resign my
position. I have forfeited it.”
“Time goes forward, ma’am, and you go round. Speak to the point. Do you
mean that you toss up the reins of my household?”
“I do. You trace it to Nevil immediately?”
“I do. The fellow wants to upset the country, and he begins with me.”
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