Sir Maurice and his brother were sitting at breakfast next morning when Philip burst in on them. Tom jumped up and swore. "Damn you, Philip! At this hour!"
Philip paid not the slightest heed to him. He grasped his father by the shoulder.
"Father, you must to Lady Malmerstoke's house at once!"
Sir Maurice ate another mouthful of beef.
"Sit down, my son, and be calm. What's to do?"
"God alone knows!" cried Philip. He sank into a chair and rejected his uncle's offer of breakfast. "Breakfast? What have I to do with food when I'm nigh demented?"
"Drink's the thing," agreed Tom placidly. He pushed a tankard of ale towards his nephew. "What ails you, lad?"
"Cleone's betrothed to Brenderby," announced Philip wretchedly.
"No!" Tom was dumbfounded.
"And to Winton." Philip sought to drown his troubles in the tankard.
"What!" Sir Maurice dropped his knife. "Betrothed to Brenderby and Winton? You're raving!"
"Would to God I were!" Philip emerged from the tankard, and wiped his lips with his fathers napkin. "I asked her to marry me at the ball last night. She refused; I won't tell you her exact words. Half an hour later I found her kissing ce scélérat Brenderby in a secluded corner!" He laughed savagely.
"You mean that Brenderby kissed her?" suggested Tom.
"No, I do not! Voyons, would he be alive now had he dared embrace Cleone against her will? She submitted—she wished it!"
"I'll not believe that!" exclaimed Sir Maurice.
"You must believe it. She is betrothed to him. She said it herself. James was with me. He interposed, saying that she was already promised to him."
Tom gave a chuckle.
"Faith, the child is rich in—" He caught Philips eye and subsided. "Oh, ay, ay! Go on."
"I know no more. I deemed it time for me to withdraw."
"The proper thing to have done," said Tom solemnly, "was to have struck an attitude and said, 'Not so! The girl is mine!'"
"What right had I? I was not amongst the favoured ones."
"Don't sneer, Philip," interposed Sir Maurice. "There must be something behind all this."
Philip turned to him.
"That's what I hope and trust! You must go at once to Lady Malmerstoke's!" His head sank into his hands and he gave way to a gust of laughter. "Oh, Gad! neither would give way an inch. Both held Clo to her promise!"
"Ye seem monstrous light-hearted about it," said his uncle.
Philip sprang up.
"Because I thought that—for one moment—she looked at me for help!"
"Which you declined to give?" asked Sir Maurice dryly.
"Mon cher père, I have my own game to play. Now go to Lady Malmerstoke's, I implore you!"
Sir Maurice rose.
"I'll go at once. What madness can have seized Cleone?"
Philip almost pushed him out of the room.
"That is what I want to know. Quickly, Father!"
The little black page swung open the door of my lady's boudoir.
"Sah Maurice Jettan!"
"The very man I wish to see!" exclaimed Lady Malmerstoke. "Maurry, never were you more opportune!"
Sir Maurice kissed her hand with punctilious politeness. He then smiled at Cleone, who stood by the table, pale and wan-looking.
"I hope I see you well, Cleone?"
"Very well, thank you, sir," said Cleone dully.
Lady Malmerstoke sat down.
"Clo has disgraced me," she said comfortably. "Is it not exciting?"
Cleone turned her head away. Sir Maurice saw her lips tremble.
"Please, Aunt—please don't—don't—I shall wed—Sir Deryk."
"And what's to happen to t'other? You can't wed two men, my dear. I'm not sure that I shall consent to your marrying either."
"Sir Deryk—has my word."
"But so has James."
"What's this?" Sir Maurice spoke with well-feigned astonishment. "Cleone, you are not betrothed, surely?"
"To two men," nodded her aunt. "I have never been so amused in my life. I always considered myself to be flighty, but I'll swear I never was engaged to two men at one and the same time!"
Cleone sat down, staring out of the window and biting her lips.
"What!" cried Sir Maurice in liveliest horror. "Engaged to two men? Cleone!"
The golden head was bowed. A great sob shook Cleone.
"But—good heavens, my dear! This is dreadful! How could such a thing have come to pass?"
"Of course it's dreadful," said her ladyship. "Think of the scandal when it is known. And that'll be soon, I'll wager. Brenderby will never keep such a piece of spice to himself." As she spoke, one of her eyelids flickered. Sir Maurice smiled, unseen by Cleone.
"You—forget, Aunt. I am going to—wed—Sir Deryk." A shudder ran through her at the thought.
"But I don't understand! Tell me how it happened, Cleone!"
"Yes, tell him, Clo. Mayhap he can help you."
"No one can help me," said Cleone miserably. "I must bear the pain of my own folly. I—oh, I have been so wicked!"
"Now, Cleone? Why? What happened?"
"I may as well tell you. It will be all over town by to-night—everyone will know me for a flirtatious, flighty woman. I—"
"You won't have a shred of reputation left," said her aunt maliciously.
Cleone started.
"Rep—Oh, and I said—!"
"Said what, my love?"
"Naught. I—I—oh, Sir Maurice, Sir Maurice, I am so unhappy!" Cleone burst into tears.
Sir Maurice patted one heaving shoulder.
"There, there, Cleone! Tell me all about it!"
"It—it was at the ball last n-night. I—I—no, first James proposed—to me, and I said yes, but I didn't mean it!"
"You said yes, but you didn't mean it?"
"I didn't hear what he said—I—I said yes because he worried so! And—and he knew I didn't mean it, for he walked away. Then I—I—went with Sir Deryk to a room apart—"
"Cle-one!"
"Oh, I know, I know! It was terrible of me, but I was so upset—I hardly cared what I did!"
"But why were you upset? Because James had proposed?"
"No—I—I—something—else—I can't tell you! Anyway—Sir Deryk took me to this room, and—and taught me to—to dice—yes, I know it was horrid! And—and I lost my rose to him, and when he—was taking it, he broke the string of my locket, and he wouldn't give it me, but said he must see what was inside, and I couldn't let him! I couldn't!"
"What was inside?" asked Sir Maurice.
"For heaven's sake, don't ask her that!" begged Lady Malmerstoke. "It sets her off into floods of tears!"
"Aunt, please! And—and so I played him—for it&mdash............