Feversham looked at the limp figure in some bewilderment. Indeed, he was having a most bewildering evening--or morning, rather, for it was even then on the stroke of one o'clock. "An' who are you, sare?" he asked.
Richard came forward, nerving himself for what was to follow. It had just occurred to him that he held a card which should trump any trick of Sir Rowland's vindictiveness, and the prospect heartened and comforted him.
"I am this lady's brother, my lord," he answered, and his voice was fairly steady.
"Tiens!" said Feversham, and, smiling, he turned to Wentworth.
"Quite a family party, sir," said the captain, smiling back.
"Oh! mais tout--fait," said the General, laughing outright, and then Wilding created a diversion by leading Ruth to a chair that stood at the far end of the table, and drawing it forward for her. "Ah, yes," said Feversham airily, "let Madame sit."
"You are very good, sir," said Ruth, her voice brave and calm.
"But somewhat lacking in spontaneity," Wilding criticized, which set Wentworth staring and the Frenchman scowling.
"Shall I call the guard, my lord?" asked Wentworth crisply.
"I t'ink yes," said Feversham, and the captain gained the door, and spoke a word to one of the soldiers without.
"But, my lord," exclaimed Blake in a tone of protest, "I vow you are too ready to take this fellow's word."
"He 'as spoke so few," said Feversham.
"Do you know who he is?"
"You 'af 'eard 'im say--t'e lady's 'usband."
"Aye--but his name," cried Blake, quivering with anger. "Do you know that it is Wilding?"
The name certainly made an impression that might have flattered the man to whom it belonged. Feversham's whole manner changed; the trivial air of persiflage that he had adopted hitherto was gone on the instant, and his brow grew dark.
"T'at true?" he asked sharply. "Are you Mistaire Wildin'--Mistaire Antoine Wildin'?"
"Your lordship's most devoted servant," said Wilding suavely, and made a leg.
Wentworth in the background paused in the act of reclosing the door to stare at this gentleman whose name Albemarle had rendered so excellently well known.
"And you to dare come 'ere?" thundered Feversham, thoroughly roused by the other's airy indifference. "You to dare come 'ere--into my ver' presence?"
Mr. Wilding smiled conciliatingly. "I came for my wife, my lord," he reminded him. "It grieves me to intrude upon your lordship at so late an hour, and indeed it was far from my intent. I had hoped to overtake Sir Rowland before he reached you."
"Nom de Dieu!" swore Feversham. "Ho! A so great effrontery!" He swung round upon Blake again. "Sare Rowlan'," he bade him angrily, "be so kind to tell me what 'appen in Breechwater--everyt'ing!"