The Master of the Ceremonies Part 64

"Confound it all!" he muttered, as he opened it softly. "Pray, pray be quick," she cried. "Oh, do--do go."

"Impossible!" he whispered back. "They would see. Hide me."

"I can't--I can't."

"You must. Somewhere here."

"No, no! You must go. Oh, what shall I do? I am lost--undone."

"Hush, little woman! Be calm," he said in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "I don't know much about this house. Here, I will go downstairs."

"But you cannot; the footman will see you."

"Then, curse it all, hide me upstairs," cried Sir Harry impatiently.

"My father--my sister--what shall I do!--Oh!"

That was all the visitor heard, and the faint cry that ended the sentence was drowned in a second tremendous peal at knocker and bell.

"Confound her! she's gone. May! hist!--May!--Don't leave me like this!"

He felt about for the door, but could not find it in his dread and confusion. Only one part of the room could he make out, and that was the window, by which flight was impossible without being seen.

"Little wretch!" he muttered. "What a fool I am! Where is the cursed door? There were three here somewhere. What the devil am I to do?

Curse--"

He kicked against a chair, and nearly knocked it over, and then stumbled against a couch.

"The door must be here somewhere," he muttered. "Yes, there."

It was plain enough where the door was now, for a light shone beneath it, and the sides looked light, showing its shape, just as another peal came from knocker and bell.

He had just time to drop down behind the sofa when the door opened, and the Master of the Ceremonies appeared in his long dressing-gown, candle in hand, crossed the drawing-room, and, opening the farther door, went through, and it swung to, leaving the intruder once more in darkness.

He started up again as he heard the rattle of locks and bolts below, and made for the window, meaning to escape by it as soon as those who had alarmed the house had entered.

"Curse him! Mellersh left to watch," he muttered, as voices were heard from below--loud and angry voices--mingled with those of remonstrance.

"I tell you we saw a man climb up and enter by the balcony," came up; and in his alarm and horror the intruder knocked over an ornament now, as he made for the door that led to the bedrooms--his last chance of escaping unseen.

"Ah, there she is," he said beneath his breath, as the door was made visible once more by the rays of light all round.

"Come up, then, and I will search the place," came from below.

"Don't be alarmed: I'm going to see," said a voice outside the door leading to the upper staircase; and the next moment the door opened, and Claire, in her white dressing-gown, entered candle in hand.

"Sir Harry Payne!" she cried, as the light fell on the figure of the visitor.

"Hush! For heaven's sake, quick! Hide me somewhere. Quick! Before it is too late."

He had caught her by the arm and laid one hand upon her lips; and as she was trying to release herself, the other door opened, and Denville entered, closely followed by Frank Burnett and Richard Linnell.

"Claire! Sir Harry Payne!" cried the Master of the Ceremonies.

"Oh, that's it, is it?" said Burnett, with a grin. "No murder this time, except reputation. I had made up my mind to come and stop to-night, as my wife's here; but, after this, the sooner she's out of this place the better. Here, call her, some of you. Where's her room?"

Claire did not speak, but stood there, as if turned to stone, her eyes fixed upon the cold, stern face of Richard Linnell, as he stood back by the door.

"Sir Harry Payne, speak, I insist," cried Denville fiercely. "What does this mean?"

"Hush, sir! Hush! pray, gentlemen. A little bit of gallantry, nothing more."

"Sir!" cried Denville.

"Hush, sir, pray!" cried Sir Harry, who was white and trembling with dread. "No noise--the neighbours--the scandal. Perfectly innocent, I a.s.sure you. An a.s.signation. I came to see Miss Denville here."

Claire turned her eyes slowly from Richard Linnell, whose look seemed to wither her, and fixed them on the despicable scoundrel, who was screening her sister before her husband, but who would not meet her stern gaze.

"I thought as much," said Burnett, with a sneer. "I tell you what--"

"Silence!" hissed a voice in his ear, and a broad, strong hand came down on his shoulder with a grip like a vice.

Claire saw it--the brave, true effort to defend her in her disgrace, and she lifted her eyes once more to Linnell's. Then she let them close, and stood there silent, with the sweet little girlish innocent-looking face of her sister before her, as she stayed listening to the condemnation of husband and father--little May, her father's darling--in her place. One word would save her, would clear her in the sight of the man who loved her, and of the father who stood sternly there; but she must condemn May to save herself, and she stood there as if convicted of the shameful act.

For she spoke no word, and her sister's fame was saved.

Volume Two, Chapter XVII.

A STAUNCH FRIEND.

"No, Miss Clode; I can be angry, and I can speak my own mind, but I'm not going to be so mean and shabby as to take my custom somewhere else, though it is so tempting; but what I say is this--don't you never say a word to me again about that young lady, or I shall fly out."

"I'm very sorry, ma'am, I'm sure, and you and Mr Barclay are such good customers, besides being my landlord and landlady."

"Oh, there's nothing in that, Miss Clode. You pay your rent to the day, and, as Mr Barclay says, it's a business transaction."

"Of course, it's very painful to me, Mrs Barclay, and I shouldn't have told you what I did, only you know you came and asked me what people were saying."

"Well, so I did. Yes, you're right, I did. But it isn't true, Miss Clode. Miss Claire Denville is as good as gold, and people tell most horrible stories, and where you get to know so much I can't think. But does everybody talk about it?"

"Yes, ma'am, everybody; and Mr and Mrs Burnett haven't been there since."

"I don't care: I won't believe it. And is it a fact that she goes regularly to Fisherman Miggles's to see that little girl?"

"Yes, ma'am, regularly."

"Then she has a good reason for it. There!"