James Winton, never far away, came to her side and sat down. Cleone greeted him mechanically and proceeded to follow out her own line of dismal thought. Through a haze of misery she heard James’ voice. It sounded rather shy, and very anxious. She had not the faintest idea of what he was saying, but she felt vaguely annoyed by his persistency. Presently these words filtered through to her brain:
“Say yes, Cleone! Say yes! Oh, say yes, Cleone!” How importunate he was! Cleone turned impatiently. “Oh, yes, yes! What is it?”
As James had been blurting out a carefully-worded proposal of marriage, he was not flattered by this answer. He rose, hurt to the bottom of his youthful soul. “It is evident that you have not heard a word of what I said, Cleone!”
“Oh, don’t worry me, James! I’ve said yes. What is it? You are so persistent, and I wish to be
quiet!”
James bowed.
“I will leave you, madam. I offered you my hand and my heart.” With that he walked off, a picture of outraged dignity.
Cleone broke into hysterical laughter. Up came Sir Deryk. “You seem vastly entertained, lady fair. May I share the pleasantry?” Cleone sprang up.
“Take me away from this!” she begged. “I-I am nigh fainting from the heat! I-oh, I must be quiet! The fiddling goes through and through my head. I-oh, take me somewhere cool!” Sir Deryk was surprised, but he did not show it.
“Why, of course, dearest! I know of a small withdrawing-room nearby. Take my arm; it’s stifling in here!” He led her across the room to where a heavy curtain hung, shutting off a small, dimly-lighted apartment
Meanwhile Philip had gone to Lady Malmerstoke’s side. He sat down, frowning gloomily. Her ladyship eyed him speculatively.
“Well?” she demanded.
Philip laughed bitterly.
“Oh, I have been rebuffed! Do I conceal it so admirably?”
“No, you do not,” said her ladyship. “You must have played your cards monstrously badly. Trust a man.”
“Oh, no! ’Tis merely that your niece does not love me.” “Fiddle! Don’t tell me that. D’you think I’m a fool, Philip?” “She objects, madam, to my-tarnished reputation. She was quite final.” “You thought she was quite final. Now, don’t be stately, child! What happened?” “I asked her to marry me-and she flung my wretched Paris affaires in my face.” “Of course, you denied everything?”
“No, I did not. How could I? There was a certain measure of tr-” Lady Malmerstoke leant back disgustedly.
“God preserve me from young men! You admitted it?” “No-that is, I was frank with her.”
“Great heavens, Philip! Frank with a woman? God help you, then! And what next? Did you tell Cleone not to be a fool? Did you insist that she should listen to you?” “How could I? She-”
“You didn’t You walked off when you should have mastered her. I’ll wager my best necklet she was waiting for you to assert yourself. And now she’s probably miserable. Serve her right, and you too.”
“But, Lady Malmerstoke-”
“Not but what I don’t sympathise with the child,” continued her ladyship inexorably. “Of course, she is a fool, but so are all girls. A woman of my age don’t inquire too closely into a man’s past-we’ve learned wisdom. Cleone knows that you have trifled with a dozen other women. Bless you, she don’t think the worse of you for that!”
“She does! She said-”
“For goodness’ sake, don’t try to tell me what she said, Philip! What’s that to do with it?” “But you don’t understand! Cleone said-”
“So she may have. That does not mean that she meant it, does it?” asked her ladyship in great scorn.
“Mais-”
“Don’t start talking French at me, child, for I can’t bear it! You should know by now that no woman means what she says when it’s to a man.”
“Oh, stop, stop! Lady Malmerstoke, you don’t understand! Cleone does think the worse of me for those intrigues! She is very angry!”
“Of course she is. What do you expect.”
Philip clasped his head.
“Mais, voyons! Just now you said that she does not think the worse of me for it!” “Who said she did? Can’t one think two things at the same time?” “But surely not two such-such contradictory things! I have never done so in my life!” “You! You’re only a man! You’ve not our gifts! I can tell you!” My lady spread out her fan. “Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all of them contradictory.” She nodded at him complacently.
“It’s ridiculous! It’s impossible! Are women’s brains so-so incoherent?” “Most of ’em,” answered her ladyship. “They jump, you see.” “Jump?” Philip was thoroughly bewildered.
“Jump. From one thing to another. You’ll arrive at a new thought by degrees, and you’ll know how you got there. Women don’t think like that. Cleone could not tell you why she thinks well and ill of you at once, but she does.”
“But surely if she reasons with herself she’ll see how absurd-” “If she what?”
“Reasons. I mean-
“You’re mad,” said Lady Malmerstoke with conviction. “Women don’t reason. That’s a man’s part. Why, do you suppose that if Cleone thought as you think, and had a brain like a man’s, you’d be in love with her? Of course you’d not. You’d not be able to feel your superiority over her. Don’t tell me!”
“I don’t feel-”
Her ladyship chuckled.
“Oh, don’t you, Philip? You think that Clo is reasonable-minded, and able to care for herself, needing no master?”
“I-no, I don’t.”
“That’s what I say. Goodness me, how blind you are! If you didn’t consider that you had to care for Cleone and guard her from everyone else and herself, you wouldn’t love her. Now don’t be foolish!”
Philip laughed ruefully.
“You’re a fount of wisdom, Lady Sally!”
“Well, I should be at my age. I’ve had experience, you see, and I never was a fool.” “Then-tell me what I am to do?”
Lady Malmerstoke wagged an impressive finger at him.
“Take that girl and shake her. Tell her you’ll not be flouted. Tell her she’s a little fool, and kiss her. And if she protests, go on kissing her. Dear me, what things I do say!” “Yes, but, dear Lady Sally, how am I to kiss her when she’s as cold as ice-and-and so unapproachable?”
“And why is she cold?” said her ladyship. “Tell me that!” “Because she-thinks me naught but an elegant trifler!”
“Not a bit of it. Because you treat her gently and politely, and let her flout you. God bless my soul, women don’t want gentle politeness! Not Cleone, at all events. They like a man to be brutal!”
“Brutal?”
“Well, not exactly. They like to feel he’ll stand no airs and graces. Oh, they want gentleness, never fear! But they want to feel helpless. They want mastering, most of ’em. When you kiss the tips of Clo’s fingers, and treat her as though you thought she was made o’ porcelain, she thinks you’re no man, and don’t care for her.”
“She cannot! She-”
“She don’t know it, of course, but it’s true. Be advised by me, Philip, and insist on having your way with her. Don’t be finicky!”
“It’s very well, but she doesn’t love me!”
“Oh, drat the man!” said her ladyship. “You fatigue me. Go your own road, but don’t blame me when everything goes awry. If you have made Clo miserable she’ll do something mad. And now I’ve warned you. Oh, here is James, looking like a sulky bear! James, my good boy, I’ve left my handkerchief in another room. Will you fetch it for me, please? Over there, behind that curtain. Yes, shocking, isn’t it? But ’twas only old Fotheringham, so you can tell your uncle, Philip.”
He rose and laughed down at her. “And will he master you, my lady?”