The ignorant English mind (I have observed) is apt to be insolent in the exercise of unrestrained English liberty. This is very noticeable to us foreigners among you people in the streets. Of course I can't be insolent to you, in return. I hardly know what to say to you.
My maid was imprudent in admitting you so easily to my room.
I suppose your respectable appearance misled her. I wonder who you are?
You mentioned the name of a courier who left us very strangely.
Was he married by any chance? Are you his wife? And do you know where he is?'
Mrs. Ferrari's indignation burst its way through all restraints.
She advanced to the sofa; she feared nothing, in the fervour and rage of her reply.
'I am his widow--and you know it, you wicked woman!
Ah! it was an evil hour when Miss Lockwood recommended my husband to be his lordship's courier--!'
Before she could add another word, Lady Montbarry sprang from the sofa with the stealthy suddenness of a cat--seized her by both shoulders--and shook her with the strength and frenzy of a madwoman. 'You lie! you lie! you lie!' She dropped her hold at the third repetition of the accusation, and threw up her hands wildly with a gesture of despair.
'Oh, Jesu Maria! is it possible?' she cried. 'Can the courier have come to me through that woman?' She turned like lightning on Mrs. Ferrari, and stopped her as she was escaping from the room.
'Stay here, you fool--stay here, and answer me! If you cry out, as sure as the heavens are above you, I'll strangle you with my own hands.
Sit down again--and fear nothing. Wretch! It is I who am frightened--frightened out of my senses. Confess that you lied, when you used Miss Lockwood's name just now! No! I don't believe you on your oath;I will believe nobody but Miss Lockwood herself. Where does she live?
Tell me that, you noxious stinging little insect--and you may go.'
Terrified as she was, Mrs. Ferrari hesitated. Lady Montbarry lifted her hands threateningly, with the long, lean, yellow-white fingers outspread and crooked at the tips. Mrs. Ferrari shrank at the sight of them, and gave the address. Lady Montbarry pointed contemptuously to the door--then changed her mind. 'No! not yet! you will tell Miss Lockwood what has happened, and she may refuse to see me.
I will go there at once, and you shall go with me. As far as the house--not inside of it. Sit down again. I am going to ring for my maid.
Turn your back to the door--your cowardly face is not fit to be seen!'
She rang the bell. The maid appeared.
'My cloak and bonnet--instantly!'
The maid produced the cloak and bonnet from the bedroom.
'A cab at the door--before I can count ten!'
The maid vanished. Lady Montbarry surveyed herself in the glass, and wheeled round again, with her cat-like suddenness, to Mrs. Ferrari.
'I look more than half dead already, don't I?' she said with a grim outburst of irony. 'Give me your arm.'
She took Mrs. Ferrari's arm, and left the room. 'You have nothing to fear, so long as you obey,' she whispered, on the way downstairs.
'You leave me at Miss Lockwood's door, and never see me again.'
In the hall they were met by the landlady of the hotel.
Lady Montbarry graciously presented her companion.
'My good friend Mrs. Ferrari; I am so glad to have seen her.'
The landlady accompanied them to the door. The cab was waiting.
'Get in first, good Mrs. Ferrari,' said her ladyship; 'and tell the man where to go.'
They were driven away. Lady Montbarry's variable humour changed again.
With a low groan of misery, she threw herself back in the cab.
Lost in her own dark thoughts, as careless of the woman whom she had bent to her iron will as if no such person sat by her side, she preserved a sinister silence, until they reached the house where Miss Lockwood lodged. In an instant, she roused herself to action.
She opened the door of the cab, and closed it again on Mrs. Ferrari, before the driver could get off his box.
'Take that lady a mile farther on her way home!' she said, as she paid the man his fare. The next moment she had knocked at the house-door. 'Is Miss Lockwood at home?' 'Yes, ma'am.'
She stepped over the threshold--the door closed on her.
'Which way, ma'am?' asked the driver of the cab.
Mrs. Ferrari put her hand to her head, and tried to collect her thoughts.
Could she leave her friend and benefactress helpless at Lady Montbarry's mercy? She was still vainly endeavouring to decide on the course that she ought to follow--when a gentleman, stopping at Miss Lockwood's door, happened to look towards the cab-window, and saw her.
'Are you going to call on Miss Agnes too?'he asked.
It was Henry Westwick. Mrs. Ferrari clasped her hands in gratitude as she recognised him.
'Go in, sir!' she cried. 'Go in, directly. That dreadful woman is with Miss Agnes. Go and protect her!'
'What woman?' Henry asked.
The answer literally struck him speechless. With amazement and indignation in his face, he looked at Mrs. Ferrari as she pronounced the hated name of 'Lady Montbarry.' 'I'll see to it,' was all he said. He knocked at the house-door; and he too, in his turn, was let in.
