On Monday,Mirabel made his appearance--and the demon of discord returned with him.
Alban had employed the earlier part of the day in ****** a sketch in the park--intended as a little present for Emily.Presenting himself in the drawing-room,when his work was completed,he found Cecilia and Francine alone.He asked where Emily was.
The question had been addressed to Cecilia.Francine answered it.
"Emily mustn't be disturbed,"she said.
"Why not?"
"She is with Mr.Mirabel in the rose garden.I saw them talking together--evidently feeling the deepest interest in what they were saying to each other.Don't interrupt them--you will only be in the way."Cecilia at once protested against this last assertion."She is trying to make mischief,Mr.Morris--don't believe her.I am sure they will be glad to see you,if you join them in the garden."Francine rose,and left the room.She turned,and looked at Alban as she opened the door."Try it,"she said--"and you will find Iam right."
"Francine sometimes talks in a very ill-natured way,"Cecilia gently remarked."Do you think she means it,Mr.Morris?'
"I had better not offer an opinion,"Alban replied.
"Why?"
"I can't speak impartially;I dislike Miss de Sor."There was a pause.Alban's sense of self-respect forbade him to try the experiment which Francine had maliciously suggested.His thoughts--less easy to restrain--wandered in the direction of the garden.The attempt to make him jealous had failed;but he was conscious,at the same time,that Emily had disappointed him.
After what they had said to each other in the park,she ought to have remembered that women are at the mercy of appearances.If Mirabel had something of importance to say to her,she might have avoided exposing herself to Francine's spiteful misconstruction:
it would have been easy to arrange with Cecilia that a third person should be present at the interview.
While he was absorbed in these reflections,Cecilia--embarrassed by the silence--was trying to find a topic of conversation.Alban roughly pushed his sketch-book away from him,on the table.Was he displeased with Emily?The same question had occurred to Cecilia at the time of the correspondence,on the subject of Miss Jethro.To recall those letters led her,by natural sequence,to another effort of memory.She was reminded of the person who had been the cause of the correspondence:her interest was revived in the mystery of Miss Jethro.
"Has Emily told you that I have seen your letter?"she asked.
He roused himself with a start."I beg your pardon.What letter are you thinking of?""I was thinking of the letter which mentions Miss Jethro's strange visit.Emily was so puzzled and so surprised that she showed it to me--and we both consulted my father.Have you spoken to Emily about Miss Jethro?""I have tried--but she seemed to be unwilling to pursue the subject.""Have you made any discoveries since you wrote to Emily?""No.The mystery is as impenetrable as ever."As he replied in those terms,Mirabel entered the conservatory from the garden,evidently on his way to the drawing-room.
To see the man,whose introduction to Emily it had been Miss Jethro's mysterious object to prevent--at the very moment when he had been speaking of Miss Jethro herself--was,not only a temptation of curiosity,but a direct incentive (in Emily's own interests)to make an effort at discovery.Alban pursued the conversation with Cecilia,in a tone which was loud enough to be heard in the conservatory.
"The one chance of getting any information that I can see,"he proceeded,"is to speak to Mr.Mirabel.""I shall be only too glad,if I can be of any service to Miss Wyvil and Mr.Morris."With those obliging words,Mirabel made a dramatic entry,and looked at Cecilia with his irresistible smile.Startled by his sudden appearance,she unconsciously assisted Alban's design.Her silence gave him the opportunity of speaking in her place.
"We were talking,"he said quietly to Mirabel,"of a lady with whom you are acquainted.""Indeed!May I ask the lady's name?"
"Miss Jethro."
Mirabel sustained the shock with extraordinary self-possession--so far as any betrayal by sudden movement was concerned.But his color told the truth:it faded to paleness--it revealed,even to Cecilia's eyes,a man overpowered by fright.
Alban offered him a chair.He refused to take it by a gesture.
Alban tried an apology next."I am afraid I have ignorantly revived some painful associations.Pray excuse me."The apology roused Mirabel:he felt the necessity of offering some explanation.In timid animals,the one defensive capacity which is always ready for action is cunning.Mirabel was too wily to dispute the inference--the inevitable inference--which any one must have drawn,after seeing the effect on him that the name of Miss Jethro had produced.He admitted that "painful associations"had been revived,and deplored the "nervous sensibility"which had permitted it to be seen.