He made a bow which just missed being too low, but did miss it.
“It is there—already,” he said; and, losing his courage after the bow, made his speech with so palpable a gasp before the last word that the dullest person in the world could have seen that he meant it.
Miss Betty disappeared.
There was a rigidity of expression about the gentle mouth of Fanchon Bareaud, which her companion did not enjoy, as they went on their way, each preserving an uneasy silence, until at her own door, she turned sharply upon him. “Tom Vanrevel, I thought you were the steadiest—and now you've proved yourself the craziest—soul in Rouen!” she burst out. “And I couldn't say worse!”
“Why didn't you present me to her?” asked Vanrevel.
“Because I thought a man of your gallantry might prefer not to face a shotgun in the presence of ladies!”
“Pooh!”
“Pooh!” mimicked Miss Bareaud. “You can 'pooh' as much as you like, but if he had seen us from the window—” She covered her face with her hands for a moment, then dropped them and smiled upon him. “I understand perfectly to what I owe the pleasure of a stroll with you this morning, and your casual insistence on the shadiness of Carewe Street!” He laughed nervously, but her smile vanished, and she continued, “Keep away, Tom. She is beautiful, and at St. Mary's I always thought she had spirit and wit, too. I only hope Crailey won't see her before the wedding! But it isn't safe for you. Go along, now, and ask Crailey please to come at three this afternoon.”
This message from Mr. Gray's betrothed was not all the ill-starred Tom conveyed to his friend. Mr. Vanrevel was ordinarily esteemed a person of great reserve and discretion; nevertheless there was one man to whom he told everything, and from whom he had no secrets. He spent the noon hour in feeble attempts to describe to Crailey Gray the outward appearance of Miss Elizabeth Carewe; how she ran like a young Diana; what one felt upon hearing her voice; and he presented in himself an example exhibiting something of the cost of looking in her eyes. His conversation was more or less incoherent, but the effect of it was complete.