James laid a detaining hand on him.
“Listen, Flemington,” he said. “Listen before you go. We have learnt something of each other, you and I. Promise me that if ever you should find yourself in such a position as the one you spoke of—if you should come to such a strait as that—if a little help could make you free, you will come to me as if I were your brother. Your eyes are so like Diane’s—you might well be hers.”
Archie stood before him, dumb, as James held out his hand.
He grasped it for a moment, and then turned from him in a tumult of horror and despair.
[CHAPTER VIII
THE HEAVY HAND]
IT was on the following day that Lord Balnillo stood in front of a three-quarter length canvas in the improvised studio; Archie had begun to put on the colour that morning, and the judge had come quietly upstairs to study the first dawnings of his own countenance alone. From the midst of a chaos of paint his features were beginning to appear, like the sun through a fog. He had brought a small hand-glass with him, tucked away under his velvet coat where it could not be seen, and he now produced it and began to compare his face with the one before him. Flemington was a quick worker, and though he had been given only two sittings, there was enough on the canvas to prompt the gratified smile on the old man’s lips. He looked alternately at his reflection and at the judicial figure on the easel; Archie had a tactful brush. But though Balnillo was pleased, he could not help sighing, for he wished fervently that his ankles had been included in the picture. He stooped and ran his hand lovingly down his silk stockings. Then he took up the glass again and began to compose his expression into the rather more lofty one with which Flemington had supplied him.
In the full swing of his occupation he turned round to find the painter standing in the doorway, but he was just too late to catch the sudden flash of amusement that played across Archie’s face as he saw what the judge was doing. Balnillo thrust the glass out of sight and confronted his guest.
“I thought you had gone for a stroll, sir,” he said rather stiffly.
“My lord,” exclaimed Flemington, “I have been searching for you everywhere. I’ve come, with infinite regret, to tell you that I must return to Ardguys at once.”