‘Well,’ she said, ‘and what of Ronald, then? Do you think _he_ is above making a scandal? You must know him very little!’
‘On the other hand, it is my pretension that I know him very well!’ I replied. ‘I must speak to Ronald first—not Ronald to me—that is all!’
‘Then, please, go and speak to him at once!’ she pleaded. He is there—do you see?—at the upper end of the room, talking to that girl in pink.’
‘And so lose this seat before I have told you my good news?’ I exclaimed. ‘Catch me! And, besides, my dear one, think a little of me and my good news! I thought the bearer of good news was always welcome! I hoped he might be a little welcome for himself! Consider! I have but one friend; and let me stay by her! And there is only one thing I care to hear; and let me hear it!’
‘Oh, Anne,’ she sighed, ‘if I did not love you, why should I be so uneasy? I am turned into a coward, dear! Think, if it were the other way round—if you were quite safe and I was in, oh, such danger!’
She had no sooner said it than I was convicted of being a dullard. ‘God forgive me, dear!’ I made haste to reply. ‘I never saw before that there were two sides to this!’ And I told her my tale as briefly as I could, and rose to seek Ronald. ‘You see, my dear, you are obeyed,’ I said.
She gave me a look that was a reward in itself; and as I turned away from her, with a strong sense of turning away from the sun, I carried that look in my bosom like a caress. The girl in pink was an arch, ogling person, with a good deal of eyes and teeth, and a great play of shoulders and rattle of conversation. There could be no doubt, from Mr. Ronald’s attitude, that he worshipped the very chair she sat on. But I was quite ruthless. I laid my hand on his shoulder, as he was stooping over her like a hen over a chicken.
‘Excuse me for one moment, Mr. Gilchrist!’ said I.
He started and span about in answer to my touch, and exhibited a face of inarticulate wonder.
‘Yes!’ I continued, ‘it is even myself! Pardon me for interrupting so agreeable a _tête-à-tête_, but you know, my good fellow, we owe a first duty to Mr. Robbie. It would never do to risk making a scene in the man’s drawing-room; so the first thing I had to attend to was to have you warned. The name I go by is Ducie, too, in case of accidents.’