Blind Love

Left alone with the woman whose charm still held him to her, cruelly as

she had tried his devotion by her marriage, Mountjoy found the fluent

amiability of the husband imitated by the wife. She, too, when the door

had hardly closed on Lord Harry, was bent on persuading Hugh that her

marriage had been the happiest event of her life.

"Will you think the worse of me," she began, "if I own that I had

little expectation of seeing you again?"

"Certainly not, Iris."

"Consider my situation," she went on. "When I remember how you tried

(oh, conscientiously tried!) to prevent my marriage--how you predicted

the miserable results that would follow, if Harry's life and my life

became one--could I venture to hope that you would come here, and judge

for yourself? Dear and good friend, I have nothing to fear from the

result; your presence was never more welcome to me than it is now!"

Whether it was attributable to prejudice on Mountjoy's part, or to keen

and just observation, he detected something artificial in the ring of

her enthusiasm; there was not the steady light of truth in her eyes,

which he remembered in the past and better days of their companionship.

He was a little--just a little--irritated. The temptation to remind her

that his distrust of Lord Harry had once been her distrust too, proved

to be more than his frailty could resist.

"Your memory is generally exact," he said; "but it hardly serves you

now as well as usual."

"What have I forgotten?"

"You have forgotten the time, my dear, when your opinion was almost as

strongly against a marriage with Lord Harry as mine."

Her answer was ready on the instant: "Ah, I didn't know him then as

well as I know him now!"

Some men, in Mountjoy's position, might have been provoked into hinting

that there were sides to her husband's character which she had probably

not discovered yet. But Hugh's gentle temper--ruffled for a moment

only--had recovered its serenity. Her friend was her true friend still;

he said no more on the subject of her marriage.

"Old habits are not easily set aside," he reminded her. "I have been so

long accustomed to advise you and help you, that I find myself hoping

there may be some need for my services still. Is there no way in which

I might relieve you of the hateful presence of Mr. Vimpany?"

"My dear Hugh, I wish you had not mentioned Mr. Vimpany."