Her Royal Highness Part 5

"Why?" asked Hubert, much surprised.

"For several reasons. Though, as I expect she has already explained to you, she is a penniless orphan, daughter of my sister, whose wealthy husband lost every _sou_ in the failure of the banking firm of Chenier Freres of Ma.r.s.eilles. I have accepted the responsibility of her education and I have already planned out her future."

"A wealthy husband, I suppose," remarked the Englishman in a hard voice.

"M'sieur has guessed the truth."

"And she is aware of this?"

"Quite," was the old man's calm reply. "Therefore you now know the reason why I am averse to your attentions."

"Well, at least you are frank," declared the other with a laugh. "But I a.s.sure you, M'sieur Gigleux, that I have no matrimonial intentions whatsoever. I'm a confirmed bachelor."

Gigleux shook his head wisely.

"When a girl of Lola's bright and irresponsible disposition is thrown hourly into the society of a man such as yourself, my dear friend, there is danger--always a grave danger."

"And is she fond of this man whom you have designated as her husband?"

"Nowadays girls marry for position--not for love," he grunted.

"In France, yes--but scarcely so in England," Waldron retorted, his anger rising.

"Well, m'sieur, you have asked me a question, and I have replied," the Frenchman said. "I trust that this open conversation will make no difference to our friends.h.i.+p, though I shall take it as a personal favour if, in the future, you will not seek Lola's society quite so much."

"As you wish, m'sieur," replied the diplomat savagely. He hated the crafty, keen-eyed old fellow and took no pains now to conceal his antipathy.

The blow which he had for the past fortnight expected had fallen. He intended at the earliest moment to seek Lola, and inquire further into the curious situation, for if the truth be told, he had really fallen deeply in love with her, even though she might be penniless and dependent upon the old man.

When old Gigleux had pa.s.sed along the deck he sat down upon the bed and lighting a cigarette, reflected. He was a younger son with only seven hundred a year in addition to his pay from the Foreign Office. Madrid was an expensive post. Indeed, what European capital is not expensive to the men whose duty it is to keep up the prestige of the British Empire abroad? Diplomacy, save for the "plums," is an ill-paid profession, for entertaining is a constant drain upon one's pocket, as every Foreign Office official, from the poverty-stricken Consul to the Amba.s.sador, hara.s.sed by debt, can, alas! testify.

Many an Amba.s.sador to a foreign Court has been ruined by the constant drain of entertaining. Appearances and social entertainments are his very life, and if he cuts down his expenses Britain's prestige must suffer, and at Downing Street they will quickly query the cause of his parsimony. So the old game goes on, and the truth is, that many a man of vast diplomatic experience and in a position of high responsibility is worse off in pocket than the average suburban tradesman.

Hubert Waldron bit his lip. After all, he was a fool to allow himself to think of her. No diplomat should marry until he became appointed Minister, and a bachelor life was a pleasant one. Curious, he thought, that he, a man who had run the whole gamut of life in the capitals, and who had met so many pretty and fascinating women in that gay world which revolves about the Emba.s.sies, should become attracted by that merry little French girl, Lola Duprez.

Breakfast over, the party went ash.o.r.e again, now in linen clothes and sun-helmets, to wander about the temple till noon, when they were to leave for Wady Haifa.

He saw Lola and Edna Eastham walking with Chester Dawson, so, following, he joined them and at last secured an opportunity of speaking with Lola alone.

They were strolling slowly around the edge of the sandstone cliff, away from the colossal facade of the temple, and out of sight of the steamer, for the old Frenchman had fortunately still remained on board--the blazing heat being too much for him.

"Lola," her companion exclaimed, "I have spoken to your uncle quite openly this morning. I know that he hates me."

She turned quickly and looked straight at him with her wonderful dark eyes.

"Well--?" she asked.

"He has told me the truth," Waldron went on seriously. "He has explained that the reason he objects to our companions.h.i.+p is because you are already betrothed."

"Betrothed?" she echoed, staring at him.

"Yes. To whom? Tell me, mam'zelle," he asked slowly.

She made no response. Her eyes were downcast; her cheeks suddenly pale.

They were standing beneath the shadow of an ancient wide-spreading tree which struggled for existence at the edge of the Nile flood.

"He has said that I am betrothed--eh?" she asked, as though speaking to herself.

"He has told me so. Your future husband has been already chosen," he said in a low, mechanical tone.

Her teeth were set, her sweet, refined countenance had grown even paler.

"Yes," she admitted at last, drawing a deep breath. "My past has been bright and happy, but, alas! before me there now only lies tragedy; and despair. Ah! if I were but my own mistress--if only I could escape this grip of evil which is ever upon me!"

"Grip of evil! What do you mean?" he inquired eagerly.

"Ah! you do not know--you can never tell!" she cried. "The evil hand of Jules Gigleux is ever upon me, a hard, iron, inexorable hand. Ah!

M'sieur Waldron, you would, if you only knew the truth, pity a woman who is in the power of a man of that stamp--a man who has neither feeling, nor conscience, neither human kindness nor remorse."

"He's a confounded brute--that I know. I feel sure of it," her companion declared hastily. "But look here, mam'zelle, can't I a.s.sist you? Can't I help you out of this pitfall into which you seem to have fallen. Why should you be forced to marry this man whom your uncle has chosen--whoever he may be?"

She shook her head mournfully, her lips quite white.

"No," she sighed. "I fear your efforts could have no avail. It is true that I am betrothed--pledged to a man whom I hate. But I know that I cannot escape. I must obey the decree which has gone forth. Few girls to-day marry for love, I fear--and true love, alas! seems ever to bring poverty in its wake."

"That's the old sentimental way of looking at it," he declared.

"There's many a rich marriage in which Cupid plays the princ.i.p.al part.

I've known lots."

"In my case it cannot be," the girl declared hopelessly. "My future has been planned for me, and admits of no alteration," she went on. "To me, love--the true love of a woman towards a man--is forbidden. My only thought is to crush it completely from my heart and to meet my future husband as I would a dire misfortune."

"Not a very cheerful outlook, I fear."

"No, my future can, alas! be only one of tragedy, M'sieur Waldron, so the less we discuss it the better. It is, I a.s.sure you, a very painful subject," and again she sighed heavily, and he saw hot tears welling in those splendid eyes which he always admired so profoundly.

Her face was full of black tragedy, and as Waldron gazed upon it his heart went out in deepest sympathy towards her.

"But surely this uncle of yours is not such an absolute brute as to compel you to wed against your will!" he cried.

"Not he alone compels me. There are other interests," was her slow reply, her voice thick with suppressed emotion. "I am bound, fettered, hand and foot. Ah! you do not know!" she cried.

"Cannot I a.s.sist you to break these fetters?" he asked, bending to her earnestly. "I see that you are suffering, and if I can do anything to serve your interests I a.s.sure you, mademoiselle, I will."

"I feel certain of that," was her answer. "Already you have been very good and patient with me. I know I have often sorely tried your temper.

But you must forgive me. It is my nature, I fear, to be mischievous and irresponsible."

At that instant the recollection of the night in a.s.souan crossed Waldron's mind--of that mysterious messenger who had come post-haste from Europe, and had as mysteriously returned. He had never mentioned the affair, for had he done so she would have known that he had spied upon her. Therefore he had remained silent.