Eleonora said no more, but went over to the window where Raymond was keeping his guard, with his old-fashioned sense of protection. She had no sooner told him than he started into incredulous indignation, in which he was joined by his wife who only wished him to dash forward to prevent the scheme before he would believe it real.
However, when the ballot-box came his way, and a simpering youth presented him with a card, begging for his opinion, he spoke so as to be heard by all, “No, thank you, sir. I am requested by the ladies present to state that such competition was never contemplated by their committee and would be repugnant to all their sentiments. They beg that the election may be at once dropped and the money returned.”
Mr. Charnock Poynsett had a weight that no one resisted. There was a moment’s silence, a little murmur, apologetic and remonstrant, but the deed was done.
Only a clear voice, with the thrillings of disappointed vanity and exultation scarcely disguised by a laugh, was heard saying, louder than the owner knew, “Oh, of course Mr. Charnock Poynsett spoiled sport. It would have been awkward between his wife and his old flame.”
“For shame, Gussie,” hushed Mrs. Duncombe, “they’ll hear.”
“I don’t care! Let them! Stuck-up people!”
Whoever heard, Cecil Charnock Poynsett did, and felt as if the ground were giving way with her.
CHAPTER XXIV
The Lady Green Mantle
The night, just like the night before,
In terrors passed away,
Nor did the demons vanish thence
Before the dawn of day.—MOORE
The turmoil was over, the gains had been emptied into bags to be counted at leisure, the relics of the sale left to be disposed of through the Exchange and Mart. Terry, looking tired to death, descended from his post as assistant showman; and, with some gentlemen who were to dine at Compton Poynsett, Cecil drove home to dress in haste, and act hostess to a large dinner-party. All the time she felt giddy at the words she had heard—“Mr. Poynsett’s old flame.” It was constantly ringing in her ears, and one conviction was before her mind. Her cheeks burnt like fire, and when she reached her own room at night, and leant from the window to cool them, they only burnt the more.