TV/,3 THE FLAME THE FLAME BY LOUISE E. TABER NEW YORK THE ALICE HARRIMAN COMPANY 1911 Copyright, 1911, by THE ALICE HARRIMAN COMPANY All rights reserved DEDICATED TO W. C. MORROW MY DEAR FRIEND AND INSPIRING TEACHER THE FLAME THE FLAME CHAPTER I PRINCE JEAN MARIE GERARD PHILIPPE DE BOURBON, duelist, gambler, romancer, and, incidentally, fortune-hunter in America, sat in his luxurious apartments in the Fairmont Hotel with his eyes straying indifferently over the Bay of San Francisco. It was late in the afternoon and the set ting sun tinged the eastern sky with a rainbow of delicate coloring. His Highness of Bourbon was not conscious of the charms that nature has scattered with a lavish hand over the territory lying within the Golden Gate. Neither the green-clad Yerba Buena Island, with its naval school, lying imposingly in the greenish-blue water, nor the panorama of the city below him, attracted his attention. He was not think ing of the mammoth buildings that in three years had arisen in the desolation caused by the disaster in 1906; it was not the new San Francisco that was in teresting him now, but the annexing of many mil lions of dollars to his own shattered fortune that was occupying his thoughts. Prince Jean Marie was congratulating himself over the clever game he felt that he had played by coming to far-away San Fran cisco in search of a gilded bride, instead of remain- 9 10 THE FLAME ing in New York, the fortune-seeker s hunting ground. He had strayed from the beaten path, and flattered himself that the venture would prove success ful. Having inquired into all the marriageable for tunes in the city, he had decided that the one most befitting his needs was that possessed by the pretty and petite Gwendolyn Rolfe, who, from his viewpoint, was the most desirable debutante of the season, since she was ignorant of the frivolities of the world, es pecially those with which he was satiated. She was the ideal wife for the man who had run the gamut of adventures and pleasures in the French capital. Her mother and father were dead, and her only protector was her brother, who was the trustee of her estate, which was known to be fifty million dollars. The thought of this wealth brought a slow smile of satisfaction to His Highness s delicately chiseled lips. He leisurely blew a thin thread of smoke into the air and tossed his expensive cigarette into the gold and enamel ash tray that bore his coronet. Stretching out comfortably, he rested his slim, slippered feet on the seat of a gilt chair upholstered in rose brocade. All the furniture in the three rooms he occupied had been upholstered anew, because his aristocratic and sensitive nature rebelled against using what had been the common property of the plebeian millionaires who had occupied the rooms before him. Marrying an American heiress was all the plebeianism he could en dure. But he consoled himself that Gwendolyn was refined, not " loud " and independent like some heir esses he had met over here in the New World, al though he wished that she had more of the reserve and THE FLAME 11 dignity that noble blood gives to the grand dames of Europe. Perhaps he could teach her this " distinc tion." She was still a child. His Highness felt very confident that he had won Gwendolyn s favor. The only obstacle was her brother, who was very keen on the subject of money and morality. Jean Marie thought that he could satisfy Richard Rolfe on the question of morality, for, although his life had been most irregular, he never had been connected with a notorious scandal. And then, Paris is quite a distance from San Francisco, and Richard Rolfe was not fond of travel, nor did he speak French. His Highness was, however, perturbed over the presence of Mario Cavarodossi, an untitled Italian of good birth. Mr. Rolfe expressed a friendship and partiality for this Italian that exerted a disquieting influence over the Prince, because he could see that Gwendolyn also was pleased with him, but he tried to convince himself that she would not prefer an untitled commoner to His Highness Prince Jean Marie Gerard Philippe de Bourbon. And then his own per sonal attractiveness ! His Highness drew his gray silk dressing gown closely about his slender, dapper form and rested his head against the back of his chair. With the tips of his fingers pressed lightly together, he gazed up at the deep border of red roses on the white wall paper and another self-satisfied smile stole over his lips. He was good-looking and he knew it. His black, wavy hair was silky; his brown eyes were mild one moment, sparkling the next, and always expressive; 12 THEFLAME his nose was finely shaped and delicately chiseled, and his oval face had a poetic contour. " Fra^ois ! " he called. His voice was soft and musical, and he spoke with a slight drawl that was habitual. The servant hurried out of the green bedroom and bowed deeply. " Bring me the letter I received an hour ago." Fran9ois disappeared into the blue " study," took an envelope from the elaborately carved table, laid it on a salver and carried it to His Highness, after which he noiselessly retired, turning again at the door to bow before his master. A delicate heliotrope perfume rose from the laven der paper as Jean Marie drew the letter from the en velope. " I hope Your Highness will give us the honor of your presence at an informal dinner to-morrow even ing," he read. " I need not add how grieved I shall be if you disappoint me, because you know how I enjoy your company and how I count upon your wit and cleverness. You are such a gracious enter tainer ! " Jean Marie slipped the letter back into the envelope and tossed it on a table. It gratified him that Gwen dolyn was beginning to understand that he was neces sary to her. She realized that she was not his equal in cleverness. It was something even to have im pressed her with his superiority, his " distinction." It was growing dark, and His Highness called Fran9ois to light the room and order dinner served in the apartments. Going into his " study," the THEFLAME 13 Prince sat down to his desk and drew out some gray letter paper which bore his coronet in mother-of- pearl. He wrote : Adorable Mademoiselle: As the birds at early morn, overjoyed and inspired by the glorious sun, flutter their wings and indulge in song, so I, an hour ago, intoxicated with joy when the sweet fragrance of the heliotrope arose from your dear note, tossed back my head and sang ! Yes, sang with sheer delight ! You need not fear that I shall disappoint you to-morrow evening. Have I ever neg lected an opportunity that would bring me to your side? Ah, Mademoiselle! What a world of feeling there is in a sigh ! Au revoir! In homage I place myself at your feet. JEAN MARIE DE BOURBON. The Prince laughed softly as he closed the letter and addressed it. If Gwendolyn could see some of the sirens who had accepted his adoration, would she believe that he humbly placed himself at her feet? But he knew that she was thrilled at the mention of birds and flowers and music. The innocent child ! The Prince sat down to dinner in his dressing gown, and Fra^ois served him. His meal consisted of the daintiest food and the choicest wines. When the table was cleared away, His Highness took a novel and stretched himself out in an easy chair at the win- 14 THEFLAME dow at the end of the room. He drew aside the tan silk draperies and occasionally raised his eyes from the book and let them drift over the bay to the lights that twinkled like golden stars on the opposite shore. He felt extremely comfortable and at peace with all the world. Two impatient, compelling knocks fell upon the door. " See who it is, Franois, but I am not at home to callers," said the Prince in a low tone. The valet opened the door. " His Highness is not Madame ! " Fra^ois stood transfixed. The woman brushed past him and swept into the room before he could hinder her. The Prince glanced up, dropped his book, and sprang to his feet. " Camille ! " The name fell from his lips with a gasp, and the color faded from his face; it rose, and faded again. With a laugh of sarcastic triumph, the woman tossed back her head and two fiery black eyes en veloped him with a mocking, exultant gaze that quickly softened, only to rekindle with defiance. " You are surprised to see me, Jean," she said in a clear, cutting tone. " How long did you think I would endure your silence? " He did not answer, but tried to show disdain, al though he was trembling in every nerve and dared not speak; he knew his voice would betray him. Amusement stole into her eyes and she smiled, but the next moment her mobile countenance and flexible THEFLAME 15 voice expressed a sudden reproachful tenderness that jarred most uncomfortably on the Prince. " You promised to write by every steamer," she said, " and you did for a month, then the letters grew farther apart, until they ceased. I haven t received a word for seven months. Had you forgotten me? " She paused, then demanded with speculative coldness, " What have you been doing? " " You know why I came to America," he harshly retorted. " I have been trying to recover my for tune." " And you have been successful? " He gave an angry shrug. With a slow, easy step, the woman came into the middle of the room, and, puzzled, irritated, she studied him a moment. " Who has come between us, Jean ? " she quietly asked, but a challenge flashed from her eyes. " No one." He was annoyed and fear began to grip him, fear of her beauty, of her impetuous, vio lent nature. She was as dangerous as a knife con cealed in a handsome sheath. There was nothing in his life that she did not know. " I have not written, because I m not a good cor respondent, that s all," he brusquely added. Her face darkened and slow anger began to burn in her eyes. " Who has come between us ? " she insistently re peated, but there was a purring tone in her voice that affected him unpleasantly. He forced a light laugh. " Are you jealous, Camille? I didn t think you cared so much." 16 THEFLAME The fire in her eyes flared and she sprang forward and seized Gwendolyn s letter, which he had tossed upon the table. But she could not read English. She impatiently flung off the black velvet mantle that was slipping from her bare shoulders. Her faultless figure was revealed in all its perfection by the sleeve less black satin princess gown, cut very low. The whiteness of her skin contrasted vividly with her gown and her black, glossy hair, in which sparkled a diamond star. Her lips were perfectly curved and very red, and the classical contour of her face made it strikingly handsome and expressive. She was per haps twenty-five, and in the prime of beauty. Jean Marie realized this as he watched her, and the old in fatuation began to throb again in his heart and with it the same uncertainty of her next move. He had al ways feared her as much as he had loved her. What a difference between this glowing creature and little Gwendolyn Rolfe ! Several times he had grown tired of Camille Dubray because of her uncertainty and her whirlwind vivacity, and had cast her aside for some new beauty from the dance halls. But now she stirred his blood as she did the day he first beheld her. " A woman ! " she said, as she glanced from the letter to the Prince. A faint color rose to her cheeks and the challenge returned to her eyes. " I knew it ! Why else have you been silent all these months? " " That is merely an invitation to an informal din ner," was his impatient answer. She smiled and sharply called, " Fra^ois ! " The valet came from the bedroom, into which he THEFLAME 17 had retreated, and glanced at the Prince with distress and alarm. Camille handed the letter to him. " Read this to me, Fran9ois, I can only speak English, and read it correctly." " Monsieur ! " the valet pleaded. The Prince, enraged, took a threatening step to ward Camille, but the warning look she flashed at him made him turn aside, and he went to the window and stood looking out. She glanced back to Fra^ois. " Read the let ter!" He obeyed. She listened eagerly to every word, dismissed him with an imperious wave of the hand when he had finished, and laughed coldly as he closed the bedroom door behind him. Turning a chair round, so that she could face the Prince, she sank into it, and studied the back of his head with an artful gleam in her eyes. " So," she said, tauntingly, " the American girl uses you for her jester! She counts upon your wit and cleverness, because you are such a gracious en tertainer! Is this the way in which you are recover ing your fortune? Does she pay you to don the cap and bells ? Your uncle, the Due de Castelnau, would be charmed to know of his nephew s employment in America ! " Jean Marie winced, but he laughed lightly. " Mademoiselle has cleverly discovered my little scheme of American enterprise," he said with gay sarcasm, " and now that Mademoiselle has satisfied 18 THEFLAME her curiosity and regained her sweet temper, will she not look at the charming view from this window? Over there in the water, where you see the lights, is Alcatraz Island, on which the United States govern ment confines the disorderly soldiers. And beyond is Angel Island, another government reservation. It is very interesting, isn t it ? " He turned to her with his breeziest manner, as if nothing in the world con cerned him more than the panorama seen from his windows. She coldly surveyed him. " I did not come to San Francisco for geograph ical study," was her calm reply. " It was not to lo cate islands, but a man." " Mademoiselle overwhelms me." He bowed low with his hand pressed to his heart, then sank into the chair at the window. They looked challengingly into each other s eyes for a moment. " Who is this girl, Jean ? " she demanded. He shrugged indifferently. " A very sweet little thing who was graduated from a convent about a year ago." " She is rich? " " Yes. Her estate is valued at fifty million dol lars." He knew it would be useless to deceive Ca- mille. "And she loves you?" A smile flitted across the Prince s face, but he said, impatiently : " No, we are only friends." " Jean ! " It was a quick cry and her voice quiv ered. " Don t marry her ! Don t ! " She sprang THEFLAME 19 forward, threw herself on her knees beside him, and seized his hand. Jean Marie caught a startled breath. His pulse quickened at the familiar touch and he involuntarily clutched her fingers. " Jean ! " she fervently repeated, clasping her arms round his neck. " Don t marry her. It could never be the same again. Let us go to New York. I can make money there singing in vaudeville or in a cafe. Love me as you did when we first met ! " She pressed her cheek against his and clung to him. Her hair scented with his favorite perfume, her soft cheek, the passion in her voice, thrilled him, and with a sudden fierceness he caught her in his arms. " Camille ! " he murmured, and pressed a long kiss on her ardent lips. " You are mine, Jean, mine ! I won t give you to another." Her head sank upon his shoulder and they were silent for a time. Suddenly she drew back and looked at him. " You didn t seem glad to see me." Cold delibera tion had replaced the tenderness in her voice. " I don t believe you do love me as you did when you left Paris. It s that American you care for now." She rose and stood before him. The fear of her reawakened in Jean Marie. He wished he could rid himself of her for the present, so that there would be no danger of a scandal. What would she do if she were convinced that he was trying to win the heiress ? It would be the end of his golden dream if the implacable Richard Rolfe should hear of his relations with the cafe singer. 20 THE FLAME " Tell me, Jean," she demanded with increasing ardor, and a frown was deepening on her forehead, " have you asked that girl to marry you ? " " No ! There is nothing between us but a friend ship which is advantageous to me. I met Miss Rolfe soon after I arrived here in San Francisco and she invited me to her home. It is a fortunate acquaint ance, because she and her brother can introduce me to millionaires, and already I am forming schemes that will bring me money." By the look she flashed at him he knew that she discredited his words. " Schemes ! " she sniffed indignantly. " With a fifty-million-dollar heiress within reach there is but one scheme that you would be forming." She whirled off, and, walking to the other end of the room, stood before a long mirror in which she could watch the Prince, while petulantly arranging some straying locks of hair and straightening the jet orna ments dangling on her gown. Her pride, her vanity, rebelled against losing him, although it was something more than infatuation for him that had brought her to America. She had been away from Paris but two weeks, yet already she was beginning to be dissatis fied because she was robbed of her many admirers, who surfeited her with luxury and adoration. Jean Marie s vacillating love was a small recompense for the sacrifice. Perhaps he felt too sure of her. She would find another lover and torment the Prince into subjection. He once had been her most devoted adorer; she would make him so again. The slow fire kindling in her eyes was a warning to THEFLAME 21 Jean Marie. How could he force her to abandon him? " Miss Rolfe is only a sweet child," he said, slowly, " far too simple and uninteresting to bear the title of the Princess de Bourbon. I am sure that her brother is opposed to me, and he is the trustee of her estate. The girl is in love with a dashing, handsome Italian who breathes romance and mystery. He is wealthy, and is the type of man who would attract any woman, especially one so young and inexperienced as Miss Rolfe. There is sentiment even in his name, Mario Cavarodossi. He sings, and he plays the piano, and is exceedingly attractive and popular." Camille brightened and gave a quick glance at her beautiful reflection in the mirror. A dashing Ital ian ! She was partial to the sons of Italy, and from this one she also could learn how serious was the friendship between Gwendolyn and the Prince. It would be a double game and an exciting one. She knew that she was a dangerous foe, and already she looked upon the American girl as an enemy. " I suppose you are acquainted with this Mario Cavarodossi," she said with a thrill in her voice. The Prince had been watching the rapid shades of expression that flitted across her face, and when she spoke he believed he understood her thoughts, well knowing her coquetry. A sudden plan flashed into his mind. He would bring Camille and Cavarodossi together. This would be his means of ridding himself of Camille for the present, and, at the same time, he could ruin the Italian s chance of winning Gwendolyn by having her brother informed of Cavarodossi s ac- 22 THEFLAME quaintance with the singer. He clutched the arms of his chair and stifled the triumphant exclamation that rose to his lips. " Yes," he said, with sudden indifference, " Cavaro- dossi and I are acquainted, but I cannot say that we are friends. He is a charming fellow and I believe him to be a nobleman of importance traveling in cognito. One feels his distinction at once." Jean Marie was lying. He thought the Italian was very " heavy " and uninteresting, because there was noth ing dainty, nothing of the exquisite in his nature. " It is not surprising that Miss Rolfe goes into ecsta sies over him," he went on carelessly, taking a ciga rette from his gold case and reaching for a match. " She is so romantic and easily dazzled by stirring tales of mystery and sword play, that the stories of ancient castles, heroic cavaliers, and thrilling love ad ventures, completely fascinate her. It seems a pity that such a clever fellow should throw himself away on an inexperienced child. He is worthy of a bril liant woman." Camille whirled round. Her eyes were sparkling, her red lips were parted in a smile, and her cheeks were slightly flushed. She was radiant with victory. Jean Marie watched her with a throbbing heart, but he masked his victory with unconcern. She slowly went back to the chair near him and took a cigarette from the case he had laid on the table. Her supple figure moved with feline grace and he was unpleas antly aware that she seemed more dangerous in San Francisco than in Paris. She threw herself back in the chair with indolent grace, her long lashes shading THEFLAME 23 her eyes, her lips puckered coquettishly as she blew a thin cloud of smoke into the air. Suddenly she sprang up and dashed her cigarette into a tray. " You have lied to me, Jean ! " she snapped at him. " I don t believe a word you have said about Gwen dolyn Rolfe being simple and childlike. You are try ing to win her and you want to deceive me, but I m not a fool ! Don t think that I am going to give you up. You are mine, because I ve She flashed him a significant, defiant glance. Jean Marie caught a quick breath and reddened. The muscles of his face set hard, and he rose and turned away to the window. A taunting little smile of mischievous amusement crept over her lips, and she shrugged with a quick flaunt. Stealing up behind him, she pressed a light kiss on his neck. " Jean ! " she said in a caressing, pouting tone, " won t you introduce Mario Cavarodossi to me ? I don t know a soul in San Francisco but you, and I m afraid I may be lonesome, dear." He did not speak, but was breathing hard. " You know," she added, after a pause and her arms went slowly round him, " if he sings well, he could be of assistance to me. He might be able to teach me something, too." The words fell slowly, caressingly from her lips. Jean Marie jerked away. " Teach you some thing ! " he echoed with an annoyance half feigned. " What is there in art or artifice that you have not learned already ? " She laughed softly. " Are you jealous, Jean? " 24 THEFLAME " Yes ! " He walked away. Her eyes were lustrous with satisfaction. " Really, now," she purred, " I didn t think you cared so much. You gave me such a chilly recep tion," with a little shudder. "Where are you living? " he interrupted. " Here at the Fairmont. I arrived this morning." " You mustn t stay here," he said with a sudden sweetness. " I shouldn t be able to see you without causing gossip. Go to some obscure hotel where I am unknown and my visits will not be discussed by curious attendants. You had better return to your room now. Callers have a disagreeable way of drop ping in at untimely moments." He picked up her mantle from the floor. She pouted. " You are tired of me." " Cruel enchantress ! " he said, breezily. " That could never be. Come ! " coaxingly. She tossed back her head and flashed him a saucy glance. " You are horrid to me, Jean Marie ! " She went towards him and let him wrap the gar ment round her. He folded her in his arms as he did so, and said low in her ear : " I am glad you have come, Camille. I didn t know how much I wanted you." She raised his hands clasped over her breast and kissed them with a quick fervor, but a mocking, ex ultant smile was in her eyes. They went towards the door. " You have fine apartments," she said. " Yes, and I must soon find a way by which I can restore my rapidly ebbing capital." THEFLAME 25 " Are you in debt again ? " It was asked with a quick flash of anxiety. " No," he laughed. " It isn t that bad, yet." " If you need it, Jean, I can " " No," he interrupted. " The way in which I ob tained the money to come to America must not be re peated. A last kiss, and then good-night." " No, I won t kiss you. I don t love you any more." She quickly opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. " Oh, Camille ! " he pleaded. She laughed lightly. " I ll move to the obscure hotel to-morrow," she said, " and you may come and see me, that is," and her eyes twinkled merrily, " if you bring Mario Cavarodossi." She closed the door before he could answer. Jean Marie fretfully snapped his fingers and went back and sank into the chair he was in when Camille had burst in upon him. For a while he sat quiet and thoughtful. There was danger surrounding Camille, but he felt that he w r ould win in the end and that his triumph would come through the ensnaring of his rival, Mario Cavarodossi. But how many uncom fortable moments would Camille make for Jean Marie? The Prince frowned and drew his dressing gown about him with an impatient jerk. He must guide matters as cautiously and shrewdly as possible. If only Rich ard Rolfe did not exist! " Fran9ois ! " His Highness called in a tart tone. * I am going to bed. Bring me a bottle of absinthe." CHAPTER II /GWENDOLYN came slowly down the broad VJf stairs into the hall and paused on the last step and listened. Mario Cavarodossi was in the music- room playing the piano and singing arias from " La Tosca." His tenor voice was warm with feeling and possessed a rare charm, not because he was a studied artist, but because he was born a singer. He had that intuitive art common to the Italians. There were fire and soul and tears in his voice and he could play on the heartstrings of every listener. Gwendolyn stood very quietly and her pink crepe gown fell softly about her graceful figure. She was small and slender, with a dainty ethereal loveliness that had captivated several artists. The light held by the bronze warrior on the newel shed its bright rays on her wealth of blonde, naturally wavy hair coiled loosely on the top of her head. She was pretty, but her greatest charm was her large eyes mot tled gray and violet. They were eyes that looked out into the world with questioning simplicity, inno cent, trusting, fawnlike eyes that were appealing and reflected her sweet character. Long black lashes veiled them, and they were crowned with beautiful]^ curved brows. She rested one hand on the newel and closed her eyes while listening to Mario s passionate music, and her face pictured every emotion he ex- 26 THEFLAME 27 pressed with his voice. When he ceased singing, but went on playing, she quietly hurried into the room, and going up behind him, with a quick impulse rested her hand on his shoulder, and said, with a little thrill in her voice : " How wonderfully you sing ! You make me feel as though I were Floria Tosca ! " Cavarodossi rose with a start, and the blood mounted under his clear, dark skin. " I didn t know you were listening, Signorina ! " His voice was melodious. " What a gift it is to be able to sing as you sing ! " Gwendolyn clasped her hands and looked up into his face with admiration. The soft light fell upon her from the piano lamp at her side and the violet coloring in her eyes deepened. Mario felt a sudden impulse to clasp her in his arms, she was so sweet, unaffected and entirely femi nine. " Won t you sing again for me? " she asked. He smiled an assent, and after she had taken a chair near the piano, sat again on the stool and resumed his singing. Gwendolyn studied him. He was above medium height, powerful and broad-shouldered, but easy in manner and endowed with the careless Italian grace. His features were strong, clear-cut and noble. She was thinking of the contrast between Cavarodossi and Jean Marie. The Italian was unassuming; the Frenchman made people remember his noble blood and name, although he was always gracious. What was it about the Prince that attracted her so strongly? 28 THEFLAME It was the air of romance surrounding him. She felt a little ashamed of her infatuation while looking at the strong man before her, yet she knew that when Jean Marie would come she would feel the same thrill and her heart would flutter. " Mr. Rolfe told me to-day that you are to have a distinguished guest here to-night," said Cavarodossi, suddenly turning to her. " Yes. Janos Feleki, the Hungarian violinist who is visiting San Francisco, has promised to come to dinner, although I hardly expect him, he is so erratic. I was warned not to ask him to bring his violin, be cause if he feels in the mood he will bring it and play without an invitation." Mario laughed. " I am curious to meet him." The maid drew aside the portiere and Jean Marie entered. Displeasure flashed across his face when he found Gwendolyn and Cavarodossi alone, but he quickly smiled, exclaiming, as he went forward: " The lovely pink and white lady is radiant to night ! " He bowed low over her hand and pressed her fingers. Cavarodossi noticed with annoyance that a secret sympathy and understanding were in the looks they exchanged. The two men greeted each other with cold but extreme politeness. The other guests began to arrive. There were to be ten at dinner. Jean Marie was very gracious to Miss Beatrice Morris when she appeared with her brother, who was a brilliant young lawyer and Mr. Rolfe s most intimate friend. Beatrice and Gwen dolyn had been school friends and the Prince felt that THEFLAME 29 her favor was worth winning. Three other girls presently arrived and hovered around Jean Marie, flashing him admiring glances. He had a compli ment for every one and played the cavalier to each in turn. An exclamation of pleasure went round when the portiere was raised and the great artist, Janos Feleki entered, violin in hand. Jean Marie drew a sharp breath and took a backward step. Feleki made a striking picture as he stood quiet for a moment after the red plush portiere had fallen be hind him. He was of medium height, slender, with a nervous agility. His hair was black, long and fluffy ; his thin face was pale and his features were sharp and classical; his eyes were brown and alert until music softened them. His hands expressed his genius, being slender and white, with long fingers, and a nervous, sensitive force seemed to emanate from them at every move. " You are most welcome," said Gwendolyn, hurry ing towards him. " It is kind of you to bring your violin. I dared not hope for such a pleasure." " It is an honor to play for Mademoiselle," he an swered with a quick, clear enunciation. Gwendolyn introduced him to her guests. A startled look flashed into Feleki s eyes and he blanched when he was presented to the Prince de Bourbon, who was standing at the farther end of the room. Jean Marie bowed low to hide his face. They exchanged no words, but Feleki, as if he never before had heard the name, pronounced it in a significant yet thought ful tone : " The Prince de Bourbon ! " 30 THEFLAME When the violinist was introduced to Cavarodossi, he grasped the Italian s hand and said warmly : " I hope we can be friends. You are an artist." " No, but I love music," Cavarodossi returned. " You are an artist. I can see it in your eyes." Feleki s tone withstood contradiction. Richard Rolfe entered. He was tall, athletic in build, with clean-cut features and shrewd, steel-gray eyes that were very disturbing to Jean Marie when they rested upon him for any length of time. They went in to dinner, the Prince escorting Gwen dolyn. " The ladies ran away and left me when the violin ist came," he said to her in a low tone, " but I wanted to feast my eyes upon you alone." Gwendolyn blushed. " Your Highness is trying to make me vain." " No, Mademoiselle, I only want you to know your charm." At the table Janos Feleki sat at Gwendolyn s right and Jean Marie at her left. The Prince cast a fleet ing but triumphant glance at Cavarodossi, who was in the middle of the table and across from him. Rich ard Rolfe quietly smiled as he caught the glance which Mario ignored. " I don t intend to appear here in public again this season," Feleki was saying to Miss Morris, who sat beside him. A nervous tone was in his voice and his hands were slightly trembling. " I am remain ing here in San Francisco for my summer vacation. I have fallen in love with this wonderful place. You should be proud of your men who have so quickly THEFLAME 31 rebuilt the city. They are glorious in energy and enterprise, and their work seems almost magic. Did you remain here after the disaster? " he asked, turn ing to Gwendolyn. " No, we went to New York and I stayed there over a year, but my brother returned here in three months. He is one of our glorious rebuilders." Her eyes were brilliant with pride as she cast a loving glance at Richard, and he brightened. " I am en thusiastic over New York," she went on. " Especially its music and art. I went to the opera every night during the season and attended all the concerts given by great artists. Richard says that I am music-mad." " Impossible ! " exclaimed Feleki with enthusiasm. " Music is the grandest, noblest and most inspiring of all the arts. You have an interesting name," he added, glancing at Mario. " Yes, and Puccini has made me love it since he has immortalized it in music. It gives me a thrill to hear * La Tosca and see the tenor, my namesake, Mario Cavarodossi, shot down on the platform of the Castle Sant Angelo. I know every inch of Rome, my na tive city, and that last act, with the Vatican and St. Peter s in the distance, stirs my blood as no other opera can." " You are a splendid hero," said Mr. Morris, " and you die a noble death, a martyr for your cause and fidelity to your friend." " Then we may call Floria Tosca a martyr for love," said Jean Marie, sipping his wine. " You should find such a woman." He raised his eyes to 32 THEFLAME Cavarodossi, and there was a mocking smile in them. " It wouldn t be difficult," Mr. Rolfe said quietly and glanced from Cavarodossi to Gwendolyn with speculative shrewdness. Jean Marie forced a lofty smile and sipped his wine again. Feleki s alert intuitiveness discerned the rivalry be tween the Prince and the Italian, and his sympathy went to Mario. He was somewhat socialistic in his ideas and was not partial to noblemen, especially to Jean Marie. " I love Puccini s music," Gwendolyn said quickly, casting a nervous glance from her brother to the Prince. " Yes," answered Feleki, understanding, " but when you have heard one of his operas, you have heard all. He is not a great genius, but an unusually clever me chanic, if such a word may be adapted to music." " I miss the opera here in San Francisco," said Cavarodossi. " In Rome I used to go every night." "How long have you been in America?" asked Feleki. " Two years, and I have been in this city nearly all the time. I came to see the ruins, and stayed, be cause I found that I could be of assistance to some of my countrymen." Richard nodded. " His benevolence and loyalty have made him a hero in the Italian colony." " We suspect him of being a great nobleman in cognito," said Miss Morris, smiling. " Come now, won t you confide in us ? " Jean THE FLAME 33 Marie s drawling, playful tone had the faintest tinge of sarcasm. " I would if I had anything to confide," returned Mario, good-naturedly. " Perhaps he fears we may think him a titled for tune-hunter in America," said Feleki, not raising his eyes from his plate. Jean Marie flashed him a glance that combined fear and anger, but the fire instantly died, and he said with scornful levity: " Do you accuse me of belonging to that class, Monsieur Feleki? " The artist s eyes were opened very wide as he raised them to the Prince. " Monsieur, how you wrong me ! " His tone was shocked and aggrieved. " Who, indeed, could accuse the Prince de Bour bon of being a fortune-hunter?" Mr. Rolfe s voice sounded very clear and crisp and his steel-gray eyes rested on Jean Marie with a calmness that made the Prince s blood run cold. " Surely no one would attempt it," said Mr. Mor ris. " The air surrounding Your Highness is charged with wealth." Every eye was turned to Jean Marie. There were handsome gems on his shapely hand lying on the table ; his cuff buttons and studs were diamonds, and his watchfob was his coronet in jewels. Jean Marie smiled graciously upon Mr. Morris, but inwardly he was swearing vengeance against Rich ard Rolfe and Feleki. Gwendolyn was uncomfortable and did not let her 34 THEFLAME guests linger at the table after the last course, but took them into the spacious conservatory adjoining the music-room, where coffee was served. " Do you sing? " Feleki asked Gwendolyn, as he stood beside her chair. Jean Marie had been sitting close to her, but when Feleki approached, he rose and went slowly towards the fountain in the middle of the conservatory and stood watching the little goldfish in the water. " I haven t much vocal talent," Gwendolyn said, " and I lose courage to study when I hear great artists." " You shouldn t. Your speaking voice is very musical. Perhaps you have more talent than you im agine. I should like to hear you sing * Caro Nome * from Rigoletto. Feleki paused and added thoughtfully, after a moment s silence : " To me that is a realistic opera, the story of the Duke of Man tua pretending to be a poor student and bringing ruin to a confiding, innocent girl. Such an incognito is a low, beastly trick." A stinging hatred and con tempt were in his quiet tone and his glance fell care lessly upon Jean Marie, who had turned aside and was bending lower over the goldfish. " I ll play now, if you wish." Feleki tossed back his head and ran his fingers through his fluffy hair. All the guests went into the music-room, with the exception of Jean Marie, who said he preferred to remain alone in the conservatory and dream while under the spell of Feleki s enchanting music. Cavarodossi offered to accompany Feleki on the piano, and proved himself to be a performer with a THEFLAME 35 kindred soul and technical skill. The listeners sat with bated breath while Feleki s violin sobbed and sang and laughed. His body swayed in unison with the varying tempi of the Hungarian music. His hands, his face and even his waving hair expressed the differ ent shades of passion that rose and fell with the mas terful bow. His eyes grew tender, lustrous, limpid, then the quivering lids drooped and the long lashes veiled them. After the last tone had died away, it was several seconds before Feleki opened his eyes and the little audience roused from the spell of his music and broke into a noisy applause. The violinist felt in the mood for playing, and did not wait to be coaxed. Gwendolyn was deeply stirred by the music. Tears welled in her eyes and her throat was throbbing. She wished that Jean Marie were near her. She felt that for some unexplainable reason her brother and Feleki were leagued against him, and that Jean Marie was remaining alone in the conservatory be cause he too felt it. Clutching the arms of her chair, she held herself rigid in her endeavor to restrain the tears that forced themselves into her eyes. Why was Richard so unkind? When she could no longer endure the Prince s ab sence, she slipped from the room while the violin strings were trembling and singing under Feleki s in spired touch. She quietly entered the conservatory by the hall door, and found Jean Marie sitting in a corner from which he could not see into the music- room. He was leaning forward with his elbows rest ing on his knees and his hands hanging limp. He 36 THEFLAME held a cigarette tightly between his teeth. Gwendo lyn was at his side before he heard her. Looking up, he quickly rose. She saw that the debonair light was gone from his eyes. " Feleki is a wonderful artist," he said, softly. " How could you leave while he is still playing ? Will you sit here? " She sank into the chair, and sat for a moment pulling nervously at her handkerchief. " Why do you stay here alone? " she asked with a sudden im pulse. He dropped on the ottoman at her feet. Seeing her emotion, he summoned his courage to play upon her sympathy. He must win her quickly or never. " I have felt depressed all day," he slowly said. " I trust nothing has happened." " No, but I want to be sure that nothing will." He clasped her fingers, as they rested on the arm of the chair, and quickly pressed a light kiss upon them. " Forgive me, Mademoiselle," he said, drawing back as if regretting his boldness. " That music has in toxicated me. Listen to the frenzy of its appeal ! " They sat quiet for a time, but above the wailing tones of the violin, Gwendolyn heard the throbbing of her heart. " Is he not wonderful? " she asked, and when Jean Marie did not raise his head, added, softly, " Your Highness ! " Jean Marie glanced up quickly, and dropping on one knee, seized her hand, and said with an impas sioned thrill in his voice: " Don t say * Your Highness ! I want you to THEFLAME 37 forget that I am a Prince. Think of me only as the humblest of men and call me, as my mother did, sim ply Jean Marie ! " He buried his face in the folds of her gown. Gwendolyn clasped her hands tightly and gazed down with startled eyes at his wavy black hair. When she glanced up, the music had ceased, and Mr. Rolfe stood in the doorway with his steel-gray eyes fas tened upon her. CHAPTER III and Jean Marie had not spoken for several minutes, and she was watching him with puzzled, questioning eyes. They were at dinner in one of the popular restaurants in the Italian Colony, " II Fior d ltalia." The Prince dared not be seen with Camille in public where he might be known, and even in this restaurant, patronized almost entirely by Italians, he took the precaution to dine in one of the private boxes that lined both sides of a narrow hallway just back of the public dining-room. There had been but few people in the public room when he and Camille entered at half after five, but now it was nearly eight o clock, and the room was crowded. Jean Marie was eating very slowly, and his thoughts seemed to have flown far from Camille. Presently she laid her knife and fork on her plate, and settling back in her chair, folded her arms and studied him with a frowning countenance that was reddening with anger. "What is the matter with you, Jean?" she sud denly demanded in a cold, impatient tone. " You haven t spoken for at least ten minutes, and you don t even appear to be aware of my presence." He started and glanced up quickly. " I am most happily aware of your presence, my love," he returned with a suave smile. " I am dumb with joy." 3d THEFLAME 39 She looked him full in the eyes. " Jean, you have acted strangely since you went to that American girl s home for dinner five nights ago. What hap pened there? " " Nothing. It was a quiet, enjoyable evening. The Rolfe home is not a place in which to find ani mated entertainment. You must remember that Mademoiselle was educated in a convent." Camille did not return his smile. " You have been preoccupied ever since that night, and the day fol lowing you did not call to see me. Did the girl reject you? Perhaps she thinks that the title of the Prince de Bourbon is not great enough for her fifty million dollars ! " Sarcasm was in her voice and eyes. " I have told you, Camille, that I have no inten tion of marrying the girl, unless you drive me to it." She laughed with a taunting scorn. " Unless / drive you to it ! America is developing your wit." " Drive me to it with your coldness and cruelty," he added, ignoring her laugh. " Coldness ! " she sharply echoed. " Look here, Jean, this monotonous life is unbearable. I won t en dure it much longer. You don t come to see me if it doesn t suit your pleasure, and if I don t have some excitement, I ll die of ennui, or make some excite ment for myself." She smiled significantly. Jean Marie fastened an uncomfortable gaze on her. " What will you do ? " he carelessly asked, after pushing back his plate and emptying his glass of wine. 40 THEFLAME A triumphant quiver ran through her serpentine body, her red, sensuous lips parted in a slow smile, and her eyelids drooped with languid scorn. " I ll go and interview Miss Rolfe. I ll ask her why she isn t willing that the charming Prince de Bourbon and I should enjoy her fifty million dollars. I ll make her understand how essential her American gold is to us." Jean Marie pressed his lips tightly together and his hands clenched under the table with a jerk. " You don t look happy, Jean," she purred, caress ingly, " and you are going to see her to-night ! Will Mario Cavarodossi also be there? " " Yes," he savagely growled. " Didn t I tell you that she is in love with him ? " " Poor Jean Marie ! " she sighed. " What event did you tell me they are celebrating to-night ? " " The third anniversary of the earthquake." " What a jarring affair to make merry over ! You look quite upset already, Jean." The Prince was grateful for the intrusion of the curly-haired Italian waiter, whose eyes brightened with admiration every time they fell upon Camille. Jean Marie paid for the dinner and with a wave of the hand dismissed the waiter. When they were alone, he rose and began to brush a few crumbs from his coat. " There was more admiration in that waiter s eyes when he looked at me than I see in yours," pouted Camille, with a sudden reproachful tenderness. Jean Marie s face brightened and bending down, he patted her cheeks and kissed her hair. THEFLAME 41 " No one loves and admires you as I do, Camille. You know it." " Then we mustn t quarrel, Jean, and you must care for me as you used to." " I haven t changed, but you are suspicious and doubting." She laughed with a careless sweetness. Their box was the first from the main dining-room, and as Jean Marie drew aside the portiere and they stepped out into the hallway, his eyes fell upon Cavarodossi and Feleki, who were making ready to leave the restaurant. Cavarodossi s face was turned towards them, but Feleki was speaking to the waiter. Jean Marie sprang back and forced Camille into their box so quickly that he thought Cavarodossi did not see them. " Who is it ? " she asked, surprised. " A man I don t care to meet." " Do you owe him money? " she laughed. Jean Marie smiled, knowing that she did not sus pect. " Yes," he said. " Money and a grudge." A few minutes later they left the restaurant. Cavarodossi and Feleki had disappeared. The Prince and Camille entered the carriage waiting for them and Jean Marie ordered the driver to take them to Camille s hotel. " I don t want to go home yet," she said, as they drove off. " I shan t have any company all the evening. I ll drive with you to the Rolfe home, no one will know that I am in the carriage, and then I ll go to my hotel." 42 THEFLAME Jean Marie did not answer. " I don t want to leave you," she added, stroking his hand and laying her head on his shoulder. He felt apprehensive, but could give no reasonable excuse for refusing to let her go with him. Pressing her fingers, he slipped his arm around her, but it was some minutes before he gave the driver Gwendolyn s address. As they neared their destination, the coachman drew in his horses. A motor-car, coming from the opposite direction, stopped before the Rolfe mansion, and while the carriage was approaching, two men stepped from the machine; as one went forward to speak to the chauffeur, the light fell upon his face. " Look ! " gasped Camille, seizing the Prince s arm with one hand and pointing at the man with the other. " Look ! " she repeated, and her fingers desperately clutched his arm. The man was Janos Feleki. " Hush ! " whispered Jean Marie, forcing her back into the corner of the carriage. Feleki and Cavarodossi went up to the house. Jean Marie quickly ordered the coachman to drive them round several blocks and then return. The Prince did not enter Gwendolyn s home for nearly an hour, and when he was ushered into the music-room, he abruptly paused on the threshold. The room was lighted only by the large piano lamp, and the guests were sitting round the piano, at the side of which stood Janos Feleki, under the light, his violin singing a strange, weird melody. The tones THE FLAME 43 rang out diabolical, mocking, with sudden bursts of intense passion and tender appeal. It was all mys terious, haunting, and Jean Marie felt an uncom fortable sensation stealing over him. None of the listeners moved until the last tone had died away, and no one was conscious of Jean Marie s presence. Cavarodossi had accompanied Feleki s first piece, but this last one was for the violin alone, and Cavarodossi sat on the piano stool, his elbows on the keyboard and his head resting on his hands. The tension was not broken until Feleki laid his violin on the piano, and even then no one applauded, but all drew a long, quivering breath. Feleki was very pale, the muscles of his face slightly twitched and his hands were trembling. Jean Marie felt a strange nervousness in Feleki s presence. There was something weird about the vio linist, something not of this earth, and every one in the little audience felt it. It was the far-seeing, in tensely sensitive genius, incomprehensible to them all. Jean Marie went forward, and the guests rose to greet him. " Your playing was most impressive, Monsieur Feleki," he said, after he had bowed deeply over Gwendolyn s hand. Jean Marie found the same guests he had met at the dinner five days before. " I didn t know that music could stir me thus," said Richard, giving Feleki a searching glance. " You must do a great deal of practicing," said Miss Morris. " Three or four hours every day," answered Feleki, 44 THEFLAME " but it is not the practice that you, perhaps, under stand. My violin and I are conversing. We tell each other stories of things and places that exist only in the imagination. Our world begins where the ma terial world ends." The violinist sank into a chair near the piano, and Jean Marie sat by Gwendolyn. She looked very an gelic to Cavarodossi, with her soft, clinging white gown and her wealth of blonde curls. " How old were you when you began to study music? " asked Mr. Morris. " Nine. My parents were very poor and the violin was given to me by the man who owned the estate on which my father worked." "Did you complete your studies in Hungary?" Cavarodossi inquired, leaning forward and eyeing Feleki with interest. " No. This same gentleman furnished me with money to go to Paris, but it was a very limited bank account." Feleki laughed and rested his head against the back of his chair. A reminiscent look came into his eyes, followed by a flash of pain. " Did you live in the Latin Quarter of Paris with the students and artists ? " asked Gwendolyn, her face brightening. " Tell us something about your life." "Yes, do! "they all urged. Jean Marie alone was silent. He shrank back in his chair, and his limbs stiffened as his muscles set hard. Feleki did not glance at him, but smiled at their eagerness. " The history of my life in the Latin Quarter and THE FLAME 45 of the interesting students I have met would fill a vol ume. It is the most unique, the wildest, gayest life imaginable." " Is it true that they have cafes where you eat on coffins ? " Gwendolyn asked with a little shudder. Feleki laughed. " A cafe, Mademoiselle. That is not the common custom! But for sweet little ladies like you there is the cabaret of * Heaven, although I doubt if the * angels * would be any more to your liking than the chamber of death and the carabet of * Hell, with Satan and his imps for waiters. The c Cafe du Conservatoire, famous for the poets and singers who visit it, was always interesting to me. It is built like a church with the Gothic type of architec ture. But the place I loved best of all was Cafe Procope, founded over two hundred years ago, and famous for the patronage of Voltaire, Rousseau, Robespierre, Bonaparte, Madame Roland, and many others famous in history. In the rear of the Cafe is a little salon in which are a table and chair that Voltaire used to occupy. That Cafe makes one live in a past that is dead. But this is not in the Latin Quarter; it is on Montmartre, where you find the bizarre Bohemian life. The Latin Quarter is what is dear to me, because it is not so brazen and outlandish. The students are interested in one another, and the goodfellowship is a joy to see." " Are they really such bad people as they are pic tured? " Gwendolyn s eyes were wide with question ing innocence, and as Feleki looked into them, his blood burned with indignation at Jean Marie s wooing of such a pure young creature. The color rose in 46 THEFLAME his pale face as he turned his scathing eyes on the Prince. Jean Marie met the gaze with cold defiance, but when Feleki looked away, he pushed his chair back a little farther, so that his face was half shaded from the light. " The students are not a virtuous lot," the violinist said, slowly, glancing back to Gwendolyn, " yet there is an honor amongst them that is sometimes defiled by one who comes from the outer world." Jean Marie nervously bit his lip, but he sat very still, with his gaze riveted on the artist. " I don t suppose their life is free from care," said Mr. Rolfe. " I should think that it would be a hard, struggling existence with a very pitiful side to it." " It has a pitiful side, Mr. Rolfe, a side full of grim tragedies that are sometimes unknown." Feleki s hands moved nervously over the arms of his chair, then gripped them with a sudden force. " Can t you tell us a story of this inner life? " asked Gwendolyn. " It would be interesting to hear something that you yourself have known." Her voice was soft and musical and her wondering, trusting gaze made Feleki s blood again leap through his veins. She was too lovely a flower to be crushed. Anger and resentment flamed within him. She had asked for a story that he had known. He would give it to her. Jean Marie sharply watched Feleki and held his breath. " Yes, Mademoiselle, I can tell you something that came into my own life." Feleki s voice quivered with suppressed excitement. He paused, but did not take THEFLAME 47 his eyes from Gwendolyn. " I was twenty when I went to Paris and began my life in the Latin Quar ter. There lived in the house next to the one in which I lodged, a woman with two daughters. The eldest, who was eighteen, was the pet of all the students. Her name was Diane Godin. The little family was in the depths of poverty. Diane was a wonderful girl, working to support her mother and her four teen-year-old sister. She had an indomitable will; for her, nothing was impossible. She was radiantly beautiful, vivacious, restless, fond of the gay things of life, yet withal, she was gentle and sweet and cher ished noble ideals. She was gifted with a dramatic voice and a perfect ear for music. Being eager for applause, praise, adoration, she loved to sing, be cause she knew that her voice was a power, ?,nd it was power that she wanted, and with it wealth to satisfy her desire for jewels and handsome clothes. Her desire to hold sway over the hearts of men was greater than her love for them. She was a good girl, innocent of the world s badness. We became dear friends and I loved her for her wild, untrained na ture. With the proper guidance she would have made a remarkable woman. She used to tell me her inmost thoughts, and there was something Napoleonic in her ambitions. She was fearlessly treading the path of guiltless pleasure, little knowing there was a viper concealed in the grass." Feleki paused and for a moment pressed one hand over his eyes. The long white fingers were trem bling. Jean Marie was breathing hard and not a muscle 48 THEFLAME in his body had relaxed. " The viper plunged its poisonous fangs into her a year after I first met her," Feleki went on. " A man from the outer world of Paris came and lived in the house with her. He was refined, educated, with an air of distinction. All of us students believed him to be a nobleman or a rich man s son, incognito. His eyes soon fell upon Diane and the mystery surrounding him, the aristo cratic birth that he betrayed, fascinated her, he was so unlike the others, although he was living their gay life without restraint. The world that she be lieved he had come from was the goal she was striving for, but for a time he would acknowledge nothing and insisted that he was only a poor student, strug gling to earn a meager living with his voice and his drawing. At last, he confided to her that he was of aristocratic birth and told her highly-colored stories of the life that trouble had forced him to abandon, but some day and, he believed, before long he could return to his own sphere. He made ardent love to her and fired her ambition with tales of the luxurious life that would be hers if she would leave the Latin. Quarter and go with him when the time came. He told her of the magnificent cafes where she could sing and become the idol of the Parisian aristocrats, of the jewels and money that would be flung at her feet, and he could place her in this gilded position. All these stories inflamed her am bitions, and she began to love him, not so much for himself, I know, as for the life he could give her. Oh, it was a dastardly trick that he served her and her mother and sister ! " THE FLAME 49 Feleki s voice quivered. He dropped his head for ward on his clasped hands and tears trembled on his long lashes. Jean Marie was ashen. A cold perspiration dampened his forehead, but he did not move, nor take his eyes from the violinist. Feleki raised his head and went on: " The man remained in the Latin Quarter a year, and in that time he had made Diane a slave to his romancing. She was ready to follow him wherever he might take her. He induced her to run away with him without even saying good-by to her mother, be cause he feared that tears and entreaties would rob him of the girl, and he loved her in his dissolute way. How I reasoned and pleaded with her! But to no avail. She went, leaving her sixteen-year-old sister, to support herself and her mother. He had dazzled Diane, hypnotized her, until she could see only the life he was taking her to. Mother, sister, friends were forgotten under the spell he had cast over her. She went in a delirium ; he took her in cold blood." " The brute! " broke in Mr. Rolfe. " How could a man be so despicable ! " exclaimed Gwendolyn, her voice vibrant with indignation. A quick gratitude shone in Feleki s face as he turned from Gwendolyn to Jean Marie. The Prince writhed under the glance and his eyes were burning with rage. " I didn t see her again for two years," Feleki continued, with his unwavering gaze resting on Jean Marie, " and during that time good fortune had 50 THEFLAME come to me. I was discovered by an influential man and brought to the attention of a manager, who ar ranged a concert tour for me. One night, after I had given a concert in Paris, I strolled into a cafe patronized by the aristocratic Bohemians, and found a young woman gorgeously gowned and jeweled, who, with her singing, was captivating her audience and rousing their enthusiasm to a degree of noisy demonstration. The woman was Diane. Emotion suffocated me and I left the place before she had finished her song. I waited in the street until she left the place, radiant, triumphant. As she was about to step into her carriage, I spoke to her. The glory faded from her eyes and she gasped, c Janos ! in a tone I ll never forget. She begged me not to see her again, not to visit the cafe, not even to inquire the name under which she was singing. She said that the past was dead and gone. Shame was in her eyes and I knew then that the good in her had not perished. I did not see her again, nor did I learn the true name of the scoundrel who had led her on the path of ruin. That was the end." Feleki said the last words in a low tone. Rising quickly, he caught up his violin and began to walk the floor, playing a wild, passionate melody. No one moved. His story, his emotion, his ex pressive vibrant voice, and now his music, held them fascinated. Suddenly he halted before Gwendolyn. " I have done as you asked, Mademoiselle, and told you a story that I, myself, have known. It proves to you that Diane had nothing to fear from the students. It was the man from the outer world." THEFLAME 51 " He was horrible, horrible ! " repeated Gwen dolyn, giving a little shudder of repulsion. " I ll never forget this girl whom you have described so vividly, nor the hateful man whom you have right fully called a viper concealed in the grass. Your story has been like a warning, and I thank you for it." Jean Marie flashed her a quick, startled glance. She was looking before her with quiet, thoughtful eyes. CHAPTER IV r II HE Prince was the first guest to leave Gwen- A dolyn s home. He complained of being ill, and his looks did not belie his words. Feleki s story had unnerved him. The violinist s coming had plunged him into a whirlpool, and a desperate strug gle was necessary to keep from sinking. His woo ing of Gwendolyn should have been more ardent and decisive. He had wasted opportunities, but now it would be safer not to press his suit until the vio linist had left the city. Jean Marie threw himself back into the corner of his carriage that was taking him to the Fairmont, and began to bite nervously at the end of an un- ( lighted cigarette. His position had been made doubly perilous by Camille s discovery that Janos was in San Francisco. But did she know that he was using another name on the concert stage? If she did, she could easily locate him, because he was living in the most prominent and central hotel in the city. Should she in a moment of madness send for him, what would be the result? With sudden anger, Jean Marie flung his ciga rette out the carriage window. He had seen things this night at the Rolfe home that made him less con fident of holding sway over Gwendolyn. Richard s attitude towards him had seemed to lack the ac- THEFLAME 53 customed cordiality, and Gwendolyn had been some what agitated by Jean Marie s presence, blushed when his eyes rested upon her, and avoided his gaze. Richard had been attentive to Cavarodossi, and the Prince had caught several glances of sympathetic understanding between them. Jean Marie felt him self becoming an outsider, and his anger was hot against Cavarodossi. He would immediately bring the Italian under Camille s destructive spell. He had no doubt of her power, and he knew that she would exert herself to captivate Mario, yet the Prince himself could not introduce Cavarodossi to her, not only because that would rouse his suspicion of Jean Marie, but because the Prince dared not betray any thing more than a casual acquaintance with Ca- mille. By the time Jean Marie had reached his apart ments in the Fairmont, he had decided to solicit the help of Monsieur Dubois, an amiable little French man, who was fond of Jean Marie and was greatly impressed by his title. Monsieur Dubois was a mem ber of several aristocratic clubs ; it was in one of these that he had made Cavarodossi s acquaintance. The Frenchman had many friends, but was not of sufficient importance to have enemies. His simple- mindedness would make him an excellent tool. Jean Marie telephoned to the club where Dubois usually spent his evenings, and finding him, asked him to stop in on his way home and have a glass of wine. Dubois was charmed by the Prince s atten tion. Jean Marie told Fra^ois to order several bottles 54 THE FLAME of rare wine and a box of expensive cigars, and more deeply to impress Dubois with his wealth, the Prince arrayed himself in his most elaborate dressing gown of rich brown silk embroidered with gold and fas tened round his waist with a gold cord and tassel. Until his guest arrived, Jean Marie paced the floor, with his hands clasped tightly behind his back and his lips pressed firmly together. Defiance, despera tion, revenge, glowed in his eyes, but his face quickly cleared as he went forward to meet his caller. Monsieur Dubois was a small, middle-aged man and somewhat pudgy, with a skin like yellow wax. His eyes were round and pale blue and his scantily dispersed hair was carefully brushed and appeared to be oiled. His mustache was small and had been trained to lie flat to his face and was turned up at the ends. There was deference in the bow he gave the Prince. " You are a stranger," Jean Marie said, after they were seated. " We haven t met for three or four weeks." " I haven t called, because I did not wish to in trude myself upon Your Highness." The little Frenchman s voice was smooth and oily, and Jean Marie realized more than ever before that his caller s components were in harmony. " You are always welcome," the Prince graciously assured him. Monsieur Dubois brightened, and settling back in his chair, clasped his pudgy hands over his rather expansive girth, and his unfailing smile became real and benign. THEFLAME 55 " How have you been amusing yourself of late? " the Prince asked, offering him a cigar. " My life is unchanging. It is the clubs or the theaters every evening and occasionally a reception or a ball, both of which I heartily detest and would never attend were it not for the pleasure of seeing the charming ladies." Jean Marie shook his finger at him. " The ladies ! " he echoed, with a sly, significant smile. " You always have been irresistible to the fair sex." Monsieur Dubois sat erect and preened himself, but he raised a modest, protesting hand. "Your Highness is jesting! It is your glance that proves fatal to the stoutest feminine heart." Jean Marie sank back in his chair and sighed. " I only wish it were true ! " he murmured, thinking of Gwendolyn s changed manner. " Your Highness has only to recall your many conquests to be satisfied that it is true." Jean Marie gave him a sharp glance. ;4 Who has told you of my conquests?" " No one, but there must have been many." Dubois s innocent, flattering smile reassured the Prince. " I sometimes wish I were home in Paris," the little man went on. " I miss the gay life. There is no variety here." Jean Marie shook his head and sat for a moment watching the smoke that rose in little spirals from his cigarette. Presently he glanced up and said, quietly : 56 THEFLAME " A Parisian novelty has recently arrived in San Francisco." "Really! What is it?" Dubois leaned forward and eyed the Prince with interest. " A woman, a ravishingly beautiful cafe singer." " What is she doing here? I haven t heard of her." " She is searching for some of the much-talked-of American gold. I knew her slightly in Paris, and chance threw me in her path the other day." If Monsieur Dubois surmised that Jean Marie was concealing anything, his manner did not betray it. " You are fortunate to have found new diver sion," he said, knocking his cigar ashes into a tray. " Yes, and I suggest that we share it, and besides have some amusement with a third person." " I am at your service." Dubois was extremely flattered by the Prince s gracious familiarity. " Several nights ago I was at the Rolfe home and we were speaking of the Bohemian life in Paris, and Cavarodossi said that while he admires the French women, he does not believe them to be the sirens they are acclaimed, and insisted that no woman from Bohemian Paris could fascinate him. We had quite an amusing and animated discussion. Now, I want him to be introduced to this cafe singer, so that I can prove to him that I am right and he is wrong. That our women are irresistible is a point on which I am, perhaps, ridiculously persistent." " Patriotism," Dubois said with a quiet smile. " If you will introduce me to the lady, I will present THEFLAME 57 Cavarodossi and then he will not be aware of the little trap set for him." Jean Marie nodded. " You are a truly good fel low, Dubois. We ll have great sport. It is quite evident that Cavarodossi has not seen the world as we have seen it." The Prince smiled significantly and flashed a knowing glance at the little Frenchman that was most complimentary to his attractiveness, and he sat very erect, flustered with pride. " I believe Your Highness and I have seen some thing of life," he said, his voice vibrant with pom posity. " No doubt Cavarodossi has much to learn. How can we arrange a meeting? " " To-morrow evening we ll dine with Mademoiselle Dubray, and a night or two later you can call on her with Cavarodossi. But mind you don t absorb her attention so that she will not heed the handsome Italian ! You are such a rogue ! " Dubois fidgeted on his chair with delight. A faint color rose under his waxy skin, and his pale blue eyes grew very glossy and round. By the time he was ready to leave, he had decided that Jean Marie was the most charming man with whom he was acquainted, and he was a willing tool, because he felt the honor of possessing the friendship of the distinguished Prince de Bourbon. Two nights later Jean Marie sat in Camille s par lor awaiting the arrival of Dubois and Cavarodossi. " Where did you meet that slippery eel? " Camille suddenly asked, resting amused yet scornful eyes on Jean Marie. 58 THEFLAME " Monsieur Dubois ? " " Yes. He positively oozes oil. I ve never en countered such a creature." " He doesn t exactly resemble an eel," returned Jean Marie. " I think in width he is more like the trigger fish. But don t despise him. He has a snug little bank account and I could see last night at dinner that he is going to adore you." " Pardieu ! " she exclaimed, throwing out her arms with disgust. " Could anything be more abomina ble! I warn you, Jean, if he makes love to me, I ll have him thrown into the street." " Camille, my dear, remember that he is going to bring Cavarodossi. And you have been, unusually keen on this subject." Jean Marie spoke in a sar castic, yet jealous tone. " I believe you are the cause of his bringing Cav arodossi here." The Prince did not glance at her, but he felt the glitter of the black diamond eyes. " You know that Dubois himself proposed this call to-night, and you know, also, that this meeting with Cavarodossi is not to my liking." Jean Marie s tone was curt, and he rose and began to walk the floor. For a time, Camille watched him furtively, but as he passed her again, she caught his coat and held him fast. " Kiss me, Jean ! Don t be silly ! " She puckered her lips and raised her head. He looked down into her eyes and they drew him THEFLAME 59 to her. Dropping on his knees, he folded her in his arms. " You can always make a fool of me ! " " I love you ! " she whispered in his ear with an ardent thrill in her voice. " There is no one so sweet as you ! " She stroked his hair and he rested his head against her shoulder. Presently she said very calmly, after glancing at the clock : " You had better not stay on your knees any longer, Jean. You ll lose the crease in your trousers, and Cavaro- dossi might come." He rose, impatiently. " How can you turn so suddenly from fire to ice. Isn t there any true love in your heart ? " She closed her eyes, and, for a moment, her face was grave. " You haven t told me yet about your meeting with Janos," she slowly said. " What did he do and say?" Jean Marie s blood beat hard at his temples, and his voice was strained and hoarse, as he asked : " Do you love him, Camille ? " " He loved me once, before She covered her face with her hands. Jean Marie blanched and his eyes blazed danger ously as he glared down upon her. It was some time before he said with an effort: " You are growing sentimental." With a quick laugh, she glanced up. The look in his face startled her. " What has Janos done to you ? " she asked. 60 THEFLAME He whirled off . " Nothing ! " he harshly retorted, " and there is nothing he can do." " Are you keeping anything from me? " " No. Janos and I met as strangers." A knock fell upon the door. Camille s maid came from the bedroom and answered it. Cavarodossi and Dubois entered, but Mario abruptly paused on the threshold and looked round him. He was aware that he had stepped into a sphere very different from his own. The air was warm and heavy with the perfume of flowers and stale cigarette smoke. The room was furnished gaudily in red and white, and was decidedly suggestive of the stage life. He felt as though he had entered a ballerina s dressing-room, although he never had been in one. There was no precision, no regularity. The furniture looked as though it had been carelessly tossed into place. The atmosphere was saturated with abandonment, but foremost in the almost barbaric brilliancy and beauty was the woman whose surroundings typified her char acter. Camille was gowned in scarlet chiffon that clung tightly to her supple figure. The bodice was cut extremely low and was sleeveless. A band of bril liants encircled her hair, which was coiled high on her head. Cavarodossi cast a questioning glance at the Prince, who appeared unobserving. Camille s alert intuitiveness told her that her life was strange to Cavarodossi, and she greeted him with gracious dignity. She knew he was beyond her reach, but the satisfaction of a difficult conquest THEFLAME 61 tempted her to draw him as near to her as she could. Jean Marie did not have Camille s fine understand ing, and he wondered with amusement how long the singer would be breaking down the barrier that sep arated her from the Italian. " I am adding another cavalier to Mademoiselle s train," said Dubois, after he had imprinted a some what noisy kiss on Camille s hand. " A few nights ago I presented the Prince de Bourbon, and you see, he is here again ! " he added, turning to Cavarodossi. " Beware ! You know how it is with the moth and the flame! Mademoiselle s charms cannot be with stood." " I ll not be so unwise as to attempt resistance," Cavarodossi returned with a courtly bow. Camille motioned for him to sit beside her on the divan. Dubois sat nearby and Jean Marie stood leaning against the mantel, slyly watching Camille and Cavarodossi. He was a little amazed and dis appointed at Mario s meeting with Camille. He had believed that the Italian would be deeply stirred by her vivacious beauty and daring costume, but he had shown nothing more than subdued surprise. " Monsieur Dubois tells me that you are a singer from the cafes of Paris," Mario said thoughtfully studying her. " Yes." She slowly waved her red feather fan, and, raising her head, drooped her eyelids to look at him. " Mademoiselle has no rival in her field." Du- bois s colorless lips curved a suave, flattering smile, 62 THEFLAME while his round, pale eyes beamed coquettishly upon Camille. Cavarodossi was amused. " I hope you will sing for us later," he said, and cast a glance at Jean Marie, wondering why he was so quiet. The Prince caught the glance and quickly spoke. " You have some new paintings, Mademoiselle. What do you think of this one, Dubois? He is an excellent critic," he added, turning to Camille. She flashed the little Frenchman an admiring glance. " The Prince exaggerates." He pompously cleared his throat, and, rising, went and stood be side Jean Marie, who was at the farther end of the room, manifesting an absorbing interest in the paint ings. He and Dubois began discussing the works of art, apparently forgetful of all else. "Do you sing? " Camille asked Cavarodossi, rest ing upon him a gaze that was suddenly languorous and intense. " Yes, a little." She smiled, and her eyes slowly brightened with admiration. " I knew it," she said, softly. " I felt the kindred soul when we met. Perhaps we can sing together sometimes here in my rooms." She leaned closer to him, but Cavarodossi was not easily intoxi cated by her perfumed hair and languishing smiles. " It would be a great pleasure as well as a rare privilege," he said, and began to study her with in creasing interest. He could see the fire lurking be hind her eyes, the danger of her sensuous lips, the vanity vibrating through her at every breath, and the THEFLAME 63 sureness of power in her every move. Feleki s story came again to his mind, and he believed that Diane was such a glowing, dominant woman. He won dered how the singer would impress the violinist. He could bring him to her rooms some night and see. " Do you know Monsieur Feleki, the violinist ? " he asked. " He gave three concerts here about a month ago." " No, but I have heard of him. He played several times in Paris one season, but I didn t see him." Camille was not interested. " It will be splendid for us to sing duets together. Is your voice tenor or baritone? " " Tenor." " How fortunate ! Mine is soprano. We ll be good friends." She lightly pressed his hand. " We can have some enjoyable evenings, especially if you know any musicians." " Yes, I know some good artists." " Then our success is assured." She gave him a quick glance and lowered her voice. " I have been told that there is a clever violinist visiting here by the name of Zrinyi. Do you know him? " "Zrinyi?" Cavarodossi thoughtfully repeated. " No, I ve never heard of him." Camille s gaze sharpened and she looked search- ingly into his face, but was disappointed. Her eyes turned slowly, wonderingly, and rested on the Prince, who was still discussing art with Dubois. CHAPTER V JEAN MARIE invited Cavarodossi, Dubois and Camille to dine with him at the Fairmont the night after their meeting in Camille s hotel. The Prince was not satisfied with the impression that the singer had made on Cavarodossi. He had not been stirred by her beauty, her vivacity, nor her languishing glances, only her passionate, dramatic voice had af fected him when she had sung a chanson that had given her fame in the cafes, and later an operatic aria rendered with an accuracy and brilliancy that had revealed the true artist. Jean Marie wondered if Cavarodossi was susceptible to the charm of music only. Yet there had been moments in which he had seen something stronger than admiration in Cavaro- dossi s eyes when he had looked at Gwendolyn. Was it possible that a child-woman could fascinate the Italian and that a radiant, handsome creature like Camille could not? Jean Marie arrived at the con clusion that Cavarodossi was either a fool, a prig, or an exceedingly clever actor, but he believed that Camille before long would be able to ascertain which of the three he really was. He thought that the prig would be more to Richard Rolfe s liking, so he determined to kill this virtue in Mario. He never had been able to distinguish the difference between morality and priggishness. 64 THEFLAME 65 The Prince had ordered an elaborate dinner and had had his rooms decorated with red roses. He was very well pleased with everything as he stood in his reception-room, looking round with a critical eye. Certainly Cavarodossi could not believe him a titled fortune-hunter in America. As Mr. Morris had said, the atmosphere surrounding the Prince was charged with wealth, but Jean Marie felt most un comfortable when he thought how rapidly his capital was vanishing. He must again use all of his arts on Gwendolyn without too boldly declaring his love. The scourge that Feleki held over him was more to be feared than Cavarodossi being his rival. The telephone bell rang and Fra^ois answered it. A gentleman wished to know if the Prince de Bourbon would be in his apartments this evening. " Who is he? " His Highness asked with a sudden frown. " Mr. Walsh," Fra^ois said, after speaking again to the man. " The Devil ! " Jean Marie angrily snapped his fingers. " Tell him to come to-morrow." Gloom and uneasiness wilted the debonair light in his eyes. " What did he say? " he asked Fra^ois, as the latter hung up the receiver. " He didn t tell me whether he would come to morrow. The line was either disconnected by cen tral or by the gentleman himself." The valet saw that the Prince was perturbed and he went into the " study," where the dinner table was set. " Fran9ois ! " Jean Marie sharply called, and the servant reappeared. " This room would be very 66 T H E F L A M E ordinary without these paintings, wouldn t it? " He swept the walls with a wave of his hand. Fran9ois gravely looked round. One painting was a romantic, sylvan landscape, another was a beautiful Grecian dancing girl, and two others were small paintings of picturesque France. " The loss of them certainly would rob the room of the greater part of its elegance," the valet slowly answered. Jean Marie nodded and Fra^ois went back into the " study." Going into his bedroom, the Prince drank a glass of absinthe to quell the riot of his nerves. He had felt apprehensive for several days and now he be lieved that it had not been without cause. Mr. Walsh was the last man he cared to see, especially at this very critical time when his winning of Gwen dolyn seemed somewhat uncertain. Cavarodossi was the first to arrive, and Jean Marie cordially greeted him. He had asked Dubois to be Camille s escort, because he had surmised that if that honor was conferred upon the Italian, he would gracefully decline the invitation to dinner. " This is the first time you have called on me," Jean Marie said, as Franois took Cavarodossi s hat and overcoat. Mario smiled. " If I am not mistaken, this is the first invitation I have had to call." An ambig uous look was in his eyes as they rested quietly on Jean Marie. It was curiosity that had brought him now, T H E F L A M E 67 " No ! " the Prince quickly interrupted with as sumed surprise. " That cannot be ! " Yes, it is. I always have imagined that you have not a very friendly feeling for me, and I often have wondered why." Jean Marie was annoyed at the Italian s frank ness and thought him decidedly disagreeable, but he said, affably: " You unfortunately have misunderstood me, and in the future we must be more intimate. I hold you in the highest esteem." " Thank you." Jean Marie noticed that Cavarodossi did not re turn the compliment. Francois answered a knock on the door, and Ca- mille and Dubois entered. " I arrive with Madame my wife ! " Dubois jubi lantly exclaimed, pointing to Camille with a flour ishing wave of the hand and bowing deeply. His cheeks were very rosy and his eyes shone with pride. " He is a terrible man," laughed Camille, going toward Cavarodossi, " and he flirts with me most disgracefully." " You are radiant and beautiful, Mademoiselle," said Jean Marie, giving Dubois a sly nudge. " You seem happy in each other s company." Dubois drew his coat together with a self-satisfied jerk and beamed upon Camille, who was shaking hands with Cavarodossi. " Every one we pas-sed in the corridors looked at Mademoiselle with admiration and at me with envy," 68 THEFLAME the little Frenchman said, giving his mustache a twist so that the ends stood up very straight. " Mademoiselle will make me the lion of the hour." " Don t listen to him," laughed Camilla. " He is an inveterate flatterer." She looked up into Cavaro- dossi s eyes, and smiled, as she turned for him to assist her with her pale blue Italian military cape. " You see," she said, softly, her voice full of mean ing, " Italy has enveloped the whole of me. Even this gown I am wearing is made of Italian silk." Cavarodossi glanced at her close-fitting blue dress and said, courteously, " Italy should be proud of her adorer." Camille s eyelids drooped a little as she glanced at Mario and smiled. She had cast several quick looks at Jean Marie and understood that something had annoyed him before her coming. The Prince was laughing and jesting with Dubois, but Camille knew his countenance as well as she knew his life. Fran9ois announced dinner. Before they took their seats round the table, Camille went to the farther end of the room and examined a landscape sketch. " What place is this ? " she asked, turning to Jean Marie. He went towards her, and Dubois, believing that she wished to speak with the Prince alone, began to converse very jovially with Cavarodossi. " That trigger fish has some intelligence," Camille said in an undertone to Jean Marie. "What has annoyed you ? " " Nothing." He did not look into her eyes. " Yes, there is something. Tell me, Jean." THEFLAME 69 He hesitated, then said with assumed carelessness that did not deceive Camille : " A man was coming here to-night to demand payment for my paintings which amounts to almost two thousand dollars, but I have put him off until to-morrow, that is, I think I have, if he doesn t burst in upon us. Americans are persistent and boisterous where money is con cerned. They are never willing to await a debtor s pleasure." At the table, decorated with red roses and smilax, Camille sat between Cavarodossi and Dubois. " Do you intend to sing in any of the cafes here? " Mario asked her. 4 Yes, if I can find one that will pay me well, but so far, I have found nothing alluring in the prices they offer. The cafes here in San Francisco are not as profitable to a singer as they are in Paris. I am told that the patrons here rarely or never send an artist money with a request that she render the song they desire. One must depend entirely upon the salary paid by the management. In Paris money and even jewels were sent to me with requests for songs. The people in San Francisco are either not devotees of art, or they are not reckless Bohemians like the Parisians." " The San Franciscans are very liberal with money," said Cavarodossi, " but their customs are different. They are appreciative, but reserved, and they have but little of the impulsive enthusiasm that characterizes us of the Latin blood. And they are devotees of art, I believe, because in Italy the two cities in the United States best known to the opera 70 THEFLAME singers are New York and San Francisco. All of the singers who return home after a season here are enthusiastic over the reception they received in this far-away city." " You revive my hope," said Camille. " I haven t been here long enough to understand the people. Perhaps I ll find more approval and appreciation than I believed." " There is no doubt of it," Mario returned. " The Italians love this place next to their own Italy. You see, I am content, after leaving the beauties and grandeur of ancient Rome, to live in this city that is being rebuilt." " Perhaps it is something more than the energetic city that attracts you," Camille remarked, with a sly, suggestive glance. Mario reddened and became occupied with the chicken Fra^ois had served him. " You have struck a responsive chord," Dubois said, casting a furtive, amused look at Camille. " I have been expecting an interesting announcement for some time." " May we congratulate you ? " asked Jean Marie, forcing a smile. Cavarodossi shot him a glance and his eyes kin dled. " No," he quietly returned. " I don t know of any lady who has honored me with her love." " There is a shade of sadness in your voice." Camille s tone was sympathetic, but a quick glance of taunting sarcasm sharpened her eyes. " You speak as though you were as ill-favored as Cyrano THEFLAME 71 de Bergerac, who could express his passion for Roxane only by writing love letters to her for another and a fairer man." " You have misunderstood me, Mademoiselle." Cavarodossi raised his head and looked Camille full in the eyes. " I do not boast of good looks, but I do say that if a woman cares for me, I want it to be because she is intelligent enough to love me for what ever mental faculties I may possess, not because she is attracted by physical form." Camille s expressive lips curved in an arch smile. " Are you an idealist ? " she asked. " No. I am a soul-worshiper, and that has noth ing to do with physical perfection. But I am not blind to beauty." His tone sounded to Camille like a warning that her beauty could not intoxicate him. Her eyes rested quietly upon Mario, but the warning fired her determination to enslave him. " I think we should try to find an agreeable as well as profitable engagement for Mademoiselle," said Jean Marie, not liking the turn that the conversation had taken. " Wouldn t it be possible for Mademoiselle to make a business of singing in private homes at receptions and evening entertainments?" suggested Dubois. " It would be a novelty that would become popular, I am sure." Camille brightened and a cunning little smile gleamed in her eyes. She looked at Jean Marie with amused triumph, but when she turned to Dubois, her eyes were mild. 72 THEFLAME " That is a good idea," she said, speculatively. " I believe there would be money in it. If I could sing for the first time in a home that has social prestige, I am certain that my future would be as sured." " Undoubtedly," agreed Dubois, beginning to feel the importance of his social position. " I promise that something will be arranged." Camille looked at the little Frenchman and asked very calmly : " Isn t there a wealthy family here named Rolfe? " " Yes," Dubois answered, sitting erect and feeling his importance. " I am a friend of Mr. Richard Rolfe s. I ll speak to him about you. His High ness and Signor Cavarodossi also can say a word in your behalf." Jean Marie sat rigid and coldly smiled, but his eyes were burning. Cavarodossi glanced from the Prince to Camille and wondered what the secret was between them. He had seen them together in "II Fior d ltalia " and was convinced by the familiar looks they were con stantly exchanging that their acquaintance was of no recent date. " My services are at Mademoiselle s disposal," Mario politely said. After dinner the guests sat in lounging chairs in the " study," smoking. Eran9ois entered. " There is a gentleman at the door who wishes to speak with Your Highness." Jean Marie paled, but carelessly asked who the man THE FLAME 73 was. The valet said that the caller did not give his name. The Prince glanced into the reception-room and saw Mr. Walsh, who had entered after Fra^ois had left the door. " If you will pardon me, I ll return in a moment," the Prince said to his guests. Camille alone understood that something was wrong. She could see into the reception-room and recognized Mr. Walsh. Jean Marie went out and closed the door behind him. Fra^ois disappeared into the bedroom. " Good evening," said Mr. Walsh, coming forward with a gracious bow. " Good evening." Jean Marie sharply studied his caller. Mr. Walsh was slender, almost emaciated, with slightly drooping shoulders. His face was peaked and weasel-like, but the small gray eyes that looked out from under the shaggy brows were as sharp and alert as a hawk s. He was carefully dressed in a frock suit. " I trust I have not disturbed you," he said. " I have company at dinner. My valet asked you over the telephone kindly to defer your visit until to morrow." Jean Marie spoke none too graciously. A creditor was the most provoking element with which he could come in contact. " I am sorry. The line was disconnected." Jean Marie was on the verge of speaking his mind, but restrained himself. " I have come to ask if Your Highness will kindly 74 THEFLAME settle the bill that our firm has standing against you for the paintings which you have here." Mr. Walsh pointed to the four pictures. " I regret that I cannot pay at present, and be lieved you would understand when I did not answer the bills that you have repeatedly sent me." Jean Marie felt the insult of an American tradesman de manding money from a French nobleman. How little Americans knew of etiquette ! " Can you favor us with a partial payment ? " Mr. Walsh s eyes were growing sharp. " No, not at present." " Your Highness will kindly remember that this debt was contracted nearly seven months ago. I think that we have been extremely patient, and we regret that even now we are obliged to harass you." " I appreciate your lenity," returned Jean Marie with a tinge of sarcasm, " but I have no ready money now." " Can Your Highness give me a date when a com plete or partial payment can be made? " Jean Marie was becoming thoroughly exasperated. " No, I cannot." " Then my firm has requested me to say that the paintings must be reclaimed." Jean Marie s eyes burned the man through and his muscles relaxed only when he heard Cavarodossi strike some chords on the piano in the " study " and begin a Beethoven sonata. The loss of the paintings would rob the room of the greater part of its ele gance, as Fran9ois had said. The friends who often THEFLAME 75 called on the Prince would know that he had either sold the pictures to raise money or that they had been seized for debt. His rage was near bursting into flame, when the door quietly opened and Camille entered. The Prince swung round and a startled exclamation slipped from his lips. Mr. Walsh eyed the two with surprise and curiosity. " Pardon me," Camille said, after closing the " study " door behind her. " I think I met you some days ago in your art store, Mr. Walsh, when I bought three small paintings." The man bowed. " I remember you, Madam." The color fled from Jean Marie s face. Camille ignored him, and looking at Mr. Walsh with her calm superiority, said : " His Highness and I have been great friends for many years, and he has told me of the debt which he has, unfortunately, been unable to pay. I am be holden to His Highness for many favors and owe him quite a large sum of money." She turned to the Prince, and her mobile countenance expressed nothing but the purest friendship and distress felt for a friend in need. " I beg, Jean, that you accept two thousand dollars on the amount I owe you." " No ! " he burst forth. " Yes," she insisted with a sweet appeal in her voice. " One would think that I am offering you money that is not already your own by rights." She laughed softly, caressingly. Jean Marie caught the hint. If he protested against accepting the money, it would prove that Camille did not owe him anything. The wisest 76 THEFLAME course would be to follow as she led. She held his fate in her hand. " You are very kind to assist me out of this little dilemma," he said with forced pleasure and grati tude. " My money is tied up in speculations, but no doubt I ll be overburdened with American gold before long." His light laugh was unsteady. Mr. Walsh stood quietly studying Camille, but his face was a mask. Jean Marie felt like thrashing him. " I am glad that I can be of assistance to you," Camille earnestly said, and turning to the creditor added : " His Highness can pay you to-morrow." Mr. Walsh bowed. " Thank you," in a calm tone that was worse to Jean than a blow. " Then I may expect Your Highness ? " " Yes ! " It was harsh and gruff. Mr. Walsh s hawk eyes rested upon the Prince for a moment, then the shadow of a smile flitted across his face and he bowed again and repeated : " Thank you. I ll not disturb you any longer." He cast a last piercing look at Camille, and walked from the room with short, quick steps and closed the door. Jean Marie gave a gasp of liberation, but hot blood was surging through him. " What have you done this for ! " he demanded. Camille surveyed him with surprise. " To help you, of course ! Did you want the fel low to sue you and prove to the public that you are bankrupt ? " " You could have offered me this assistance to morrow when we shall be alone. Why did you sub- THEFLAME 77 mit me to humiliation? " He sank into a chair and pressed his hand against his forehead. Camille sprang forward and threw her arms about him. " Forgive me, Jean ! It was reckless, but I did it to help you." Jean Marie thrust her from him. He knew why she had done it. " Leave me alone ! " he growled. " Go back in there with the others." Camille looked down upon him and the grief and pleading died in her eyes. From her full, arched lips sprang taunting arrows of triumph that pierced him through, but he did not turn towards her. With a slow, regal step, she swept back to the " study " door, and without casting another glance at Jean Marie, opened it and entered the room. Cavarodossi was finishing the Beethoven sonata. CHAPTER VI RICHARD ROLFE gave a grunt of disgust, and lowering his newspaper looked over the top of it at Gwendolyn, who was picking some withered blos soms from the potted plants in the conservatory. She was fond of gardening and took pride in her rare, beautiful flowers. " What is it? " she asked, glancing up. " Another international marriage that has proved a fiasco ! One more honored American name to be dragged through the divorce courts ! " Gwendolyn reddened consciously. " How unfortu nate!" " It is, indeed ! " Richard sanctioned, laying his paper on his knee and resting penetrating eyes on his sister. " I wonder how many years it will take to cure American girls of this title-hunting fever. I should think that there had been failures enough for them to understand the dangers of such a venture. It is disgusting ! " Gwendolyn bent lower over the flowers and did not answer at once. A deep color dyed her cheeks and her throat, which was revealed by her white morning- gown, cut V shape. " Then you believe that only the American men make good husbands ? " she presently asked. " No, I m not so conceited. I know that Europe 78 THEFLAME 79 has just as fine men as we have here in the United States, and I am not speaking of the true aristocrats nor of the middle class; I am referring to the * noble fortune-seekers, who come to this country with nothing to offer but titles and battered char acters. A nobleman is all right if he is clean and has done something to prove himself a man, but the majority of them are a dubious set, because they have things too much their own way, and their titles cover a multitude of sins. A foreigner like Cava- rodossi is worth something, he is intelligent, sub stantial, and, above all, clean. I like him, and the girl who marries him is going to get a prize." Richard gave his sister a sharp look which she did not raise her head to see. It pleased him when she said, earnestly: " He is an estimable man." " There is a vast difference between him and Bour bon." Richard spoke slowly and did not take his eyes from Gwendolyn. " That Frenchman makes me fidgety. He is always bowing, and playing the cavalier to some woman. I think his bait is thrown out to catch the largest available fortune. I don t believe there is a legitimate dollar back of him." Gwendolyn jerked off a flower rather impatiently. " He has a very aristocratic manner and appears to have been brought up in affluence," she pro tested. " Fine feathers don t make fine birds," Richard quietly remarked, " and he seems to be all feathers and no bird. I ll wager he hasn t money enough to keep a wife and family, for all he is so dainty 80 THE FLAME and elegant. I always think of him as a Claude Melnotte." Gwendolyn glanced up with startled eyes. " Surely you don t doubt his title ! " " No, but I do doubt his castles and his wealth." " I don t." " You mustn t place too much faith in him, Gwen. I have seen more of the world and of the different types of men than you have, and it doesn t take me long to spot a dead beat, if you will pardon the expression." Gwendolyn was shocked, not at Richard s manner of expression, because he had a forcible and inele gant way of speaking when he was aroused, but at his opinion of the Prince. " You shouldn t say such an unkind thing ! " she exclaimed, turning towards him with unusual anima tion. " I m not talking for the public," he retorted. " This is between ourselves. The next time he comes, ask him to tell you about his ancient castle and see if he doesn t imitate Claude Melnotte describing his phantom home, A deep vale Shut out by Alpine hills from the rude world, Near a clear lake, margined by fruits of gold And whispering myrtles ; glassing softest skies As cloudless, save with rare and roseate shadows, As I would have thy fate ! * " Richard laughed. " That is pretty good for a hard-fisted old banker, isn t it? My tutor made me THE FLAME 81 memorize that when I was a youngster, but I have forgotten the rest of it. I believe he was struggling to awaken the enthusiasm of the poet and the lover in me ! But you untie the Prince s tongue. He will be more eloquent and actorlike. I m not much on poetry." Gwendolyn was growing angry. " No," she said, " you understand only the poetry of the dollar sign." Richard laughed good-naturedly. " I notice that it is a poem in which the Europeans are keenly inter ested." Sarcasm played around Gwendolyn s mouth as she turned to Richard, and asked: " Are they any keener than our men ? " He shrugged. " Perhaps not, but our men are willing to earn the dollar." Gwendolyn impatiently flung a handful of flowers into the little basket beside her. " Do you think that the Europeans don t work as hard as we? " she asked in a poignant tone. " I have told you, Gwen, that I am referring only to the fortune-hunters, those who are trying to en snare our heiresses. Tell me what it is in these con scienceless foreigners that you girls find so alluring." Gwendolyn whirled round and stood erect, drawn up to her utmost height. A deep color was slowly dyeing her cheeks, and the pupils of her eyes dilated until the iris was curtained over. " I wish I could tell not only you, but all the American men, why it is that we find these foreigners so attractive. It is not the mere title that fascinates, although that may be what attracts some girls, 82 THEFLAME but it is the poetry in their natures, the romance, the love of music, of the fine arts; it is their intimate understanding of all that is beautiful and inspiring in life. They have a refinement, a polish ; they un derstand the emotional femininity in women, and they know how to please. They believe it a duty, and find it a pleasure to give life the little touches of senti ment and gallantry which make us remember that the romance of the Middle Ages is not dead. They know how to form the sweet little phrases that mean noth ing, yet everything. With the European, especially the Latin, love comes before all else. But the Amer ican man ! Tell me, Richard, if amongst all the wealthy men you know there is one who would be the sympathetic mate, the friend, the companion that Signer Cavarodossi would be to a wife. Yet he, too, is a business man, but not one so eager for money that he forgets the beautiful life. This is the land of com merce, and all of our great men, and they are great, wonderful men in their one way are what Dickens calls Scrooge in his 6 Christmas Carol, 6 a tight- fisted hand at the grindstone, and if they were not, they couldn t accumulate so many millions ; but while amassing these tremendous fortunes, what are they to their families ? They are liberal with them, proud of them, but how much of their company and their thoughts can they give to their homes? The men must keep their shoulders to the wheel or the wheel stops. They have no time to take interest in the small things of life. There is no existence so narrow, so one-idead, as that of the American business man. And what of the majority of the young men who are THEFLAME 83 living leisurely on their father s hard earnings? They are absorbed by golf, polo, horses, automobiles, vaudeville artists, and clubs. The wife can give her husband his freedom in return for an extravagance of gold. She can have her pleasures, her friends, her clubs, but where is the home life? Such marriages don t unite two people and make them one. Do you remember, Richard, what Signer Cavarodossi said the other night? 6 I don t believe in clubs for mar ried men. Let their clubs be their homes. The for eigner finds his greatest joy in his home, and it is this and his knowing how to please that attracts us." Gwendolyn had spoken rapidly with an earnest, ex cited thrill in her voice, and now that she had finished, she abruptly turned back to her flowers, but her hands were trembling and the color in her cheeks had grown deeper. Richard never remembered hearing her speak at such length, and he watched her with surprised curi osity. He had not known that his sister had ever thought on such subjects. He had not realized until now that she was no longer a child, and the realiza tion startled him. " I know that you include me in the prosaic life of the American business man," he said in a quiet, thoughtful tone. " I suppose we are an uninterest ing lot, not the kind to arouse the sentiment in our romance-loving girls. Perhaps it is because we starve them that they worship our actors and make foppish matinee idols of some of them ! " Gwendolyn s laugh was a little unsteady, and she turned towards him again. 84 THEFLAME " Yes," she agreed. " Perhaps. I often have thought, Dick, of how little we are benefited by the millions that father and grandfather have left us. A fiftieth part would give us the pleasures of life and none of the worries. You are spending your days and many of your nights figuring, planning, schem ing, and for what? A peasant could teach us beau ties of nature and joys of living that we know nothing of. Such money-madness is phantom-chasing." Richard did not answer, but clasping his hands, rested his elbows on his knees, and gazed at the floor. Gwendolyn studied him and quick tears trembled on her long lashes. " You and I are all that are left of our family, Dick, and you are always so busy that I am left alone. I am a home body. Clubs and cards don t interest me. We should spend more time together. Our wealth is a curse when it enslaves you so that we have no time for comradeship. What would a foreigner be to me, Dick, if you and I could be chums? This banking business, this speculating, and fighting side by side with money-mad men is robbing you of the love you used to feel for the little joys of life. Let some one else take your place. Let us be young to gether." She threw her arms about him and he pressed her to his heart and kissed her soft cheek and her hair. " Perhaps you are right, Gwen. Maybe I should pull out of the harness. I know I don t get much out of life but the drudgery of it. But father made a name as a business man and as a multi-millionaire, THE FLAME 85 and I feel that I ought to follow in his footsteps as near as I can, and keep up the glory of the name." The commercial light was strong in his eyes when Gwendolyn raised her head and looked at him. " Your life is your own, Dick," she sighed. " You are money-mad like the others. It isn t because you are greedy, but because you have caught the Ameri can-enterprise fever as you say our girls have caught the title-hunting fever." " My malady won t cause me notoriety and dis grace," Richard laughed. " No. Our girls are foolish to marry these titled men until they know that their lives have been good." " That s the point ! It should be insisted upon." " Of course it should. ... I wish our men knew more of sentiment and romance." Richard sharply eyed her a moment. " I have no objection to a foreigner, Gwen, if he is like Cavaro- dossi, or even an eccentric genius like Feleki, because he has a great soul and I believe he is clean, but I ll be hanged if I relish that Prince de Bourbon ! " Gwendolyn caught a quick breath, and closing her eyes, rested her lips against his forehead and did not answer. Jean Marie sent Gwendolyn a bouquet of tulips, a basket of candy, and a pretty note announcing his intention of calling in the afternoon. " The flowers are beautiful," Gwendolyn was saying as they sat in the dainty blue-and-gold reception-room. " I am glad you like them. I sent the variegated tulips because they mean, Your eyes are beautiful, 86 THEFLAME answered Jean Marie, giving her a look of intense ad miration. He was gratified that the uneasiness she had shown in his presence the last time he had called was not apparent to-day. Perhaps he had been mis taken. " Your Highness is always flattering me," Gwen dolyn blushingly protested. " The truth is never flattery, Mademoiselle. I admire all that is beautiful." Jean Marie s voice was soft and musical, and he seemed perfectly calm, but inwardly he was raging, bleeding from wounded pride and resentment. He had gone that morning to pay for his paintings, and had not seen Mr. Walsh, but one of his partners. The man had been courteous and had expressed a de sire to place the Prince s name again on their books, but Jean Marie felt that the art dealer was looking him over with curiosity and a tinge of sarcastic amusement. He was positive that Mr. Walsh had told the man that a mysterious woman had given the Prince the money with which to pay his debt, and he knew that this would start an uncomfortable rumor. Camille had accomplished her aim and besides had placed Jean Marie more within her clutches. " The beauties of life overshadow all that is un lovely in it," the Prince went on, after a slight pause, but at present he knew his words to be anything but true. " I am thankful for the joy of living. Your home should be in Europe, Mademoiselle. You are so fond of art. Have you ever been abroad? " " Yes, but I was only eleven." " That is too young to understand the glories and THEFLAME 87 romance of the Old World. Every palace, church and government building is a living page of history. My own castle is permeated with an atmosphere of the adventure and romance of centuries ago." " Your home is at Versailles, isn t it? " asked Gwen dolyn, feeling a little uneasy when she thought of Richard calling him a Claude Melnotte. " Yes, and it is a charming, picturesque place. I hope that when you visit France I can have the pleas ure of being your host." " Thank you. Won t you tell me something of your castle ? " Gwendolyn knew that it was Rich ard s poisoned arrow that was aggravating her curi osity and she was ashamed that she succumbed. The Prince drew his chair a little closer and his mild brown eyes rested upon her before he spoke in his slow, quiet tone. " The castle is old, Mademoiselle, centuries old, built of gray stone, and leading up the terraces are marble steps deeply worn by the many feet that have trodden them. The great hall and salons are hung with tapestries and paintings from the brushes of masters. The grand stairway leads up to the large bedchambers, which have been honored by such guests as kings, queens, statesmen, and the beauties of France. The armor of my forefathers adorns the walls together with their portraits. The grounds surrounding the castle are romantically beautiful. Rustic seats stand under the shade of the majestic old trees, and the entwining branches make charming bowers, delightful for those whose souls are thrilled by the beauties of nature and sentiment. The air is 88 THE FLAME sweet with the perfume of the flowers and vibrant with the songs of the birds that would sing to you, Mademoiselle, if you were there. Pretty, murmur ing fountains play half hidden among the roses and foliage. All is quiet and peaceful and stands as a monument of the brilliant and picturesque past." Gwendolyn half turned away as she listened. It was foolish to think of Richard s little taunt, but she vividly remembered that Claude Melnotte had told Pauline of the perfumed air, the birds that would syl lable her name, the murmuring fountains and the shady bowers. She wished that Jean Marie s descrip tion had been different. " It is beautiful," she softly said. " I hope some day to see it." Jean Marie mistook the emotion in her voice, and yet it was not altogether a mistake, Because Gwen dolyn still believed in him, and the castle he described was the home that called to the longing in her heart. " My hospitality is always at your service, Mademoiselle. All my castle needs is a charming woman to be its mistress, for like its master, it is lonely for love and attention." Gwendolyn raised her quivering eyelids and glanced at the Prince. His ardent gaze held her. The color deepened in her cheeks and a slow light kindled in her eyes, answering the love that shone in his. He leaned forward, and, dropping on his knee, caught her hand and raised it to his lips. She drew a quick breath and trembled. The front door opened and closed with a sharp fling. It was Richard, who had come home earlier THEFLAME 89 than usual because Gwendolyn had asked for his com panionship. Jean Marie pushed back his chair and slipped into it before Richard drew aside the portiere and entered. CHAPTER VII SEVERAL nights after the dinner given in Jean Marie s apartments, Cavarodossi called on Ca- mille and took two Italian friends with him, one a violinist, the other a Neapolitan baritone who sang the pretty, sentimental songs popular in his lovely southern home. Believing that her only chance of beginning the conquest of Mario would be by a show of modesty, Camille had robed herself in black and covered her fair shoulders with heavy lace. Her de meanor had been invested with a certain refinement that had pleased Mario. She betrayed the vivacity of the cafe singer, but none of the abandon, and Cavarodossi believed that he had discovered some thing of the gentlewoman in her nature and felt more respect and admiration for her. This had been the first of the musical evenings that Camille had sug gested, and it proved a delightful success. Monsieur Dubois had been the only audience, Jean Marie having remained away because he did not wish to betray in terest in Camille or her entertainment. He intended that Cavarodossi should manifest the greatest inti macy. The Prince was courteous but indifferent, and in a polite way held himself aloof. He was a clever actor, but not so accomplished that Mario was deceived. A week after the first musicale, Camille suggested 90 THEFLAME 91 a second, because Cavarodossi did not seem inclined to call on her unless others were present. Mario had asked if he might bring his friend, the distinguished violinist, Monsieur Feleki, and Camille had enthusi astically consented. She was very fond of the violin, she had said, and the look that had come into her eyes had aroused Mario s interest, and he was curious to see how Camille and Feleki would impress each other. On the night that Camille had set for the musicale, Jean Marie was invited to dine at the club, and Ca mille did not tell him of the company she was expect ing, because she found more pleasure in Mario s so ciety when the Prince was not present, and also she wanted to question Feleki concerning Janos Zrinyi. As they were both Hungarians and violinists, and as both were now in the same city, they surely would know something of each other, and Camille had a great desire to find Janos, to speak to him, to feel that he was near her again, for in the years that they had been separated, hopeless longing had matured her love for him. There were times when she loathed her present life and yearned to live in the past. She knew that she could learn nothing of Janos from Cavarodossi, because he had denied an acquaintance with the violinist, and this she could not understand, unless Jean Marie had asked him to be silent. She and the Prince spoke no more of Janos. Camille stood in her bedroom looking searchingly at her reflection in the mirror. Had her appearance changed since her last meeting with Janos ? Had the life of the cafe singer left an indelible scar upon her 92 THEFLAME face? No. Yet it seemed to her that there was a difference. A glow, a radiance had intensified her beauty, and she loved it, but would he? Jean Marie was fascinated by it, but Janos was a different man. He was like Cavarodossi, and for a moment she hated Jean Marie ; then the abandon in her nature asserted itself, and she tossed back her head, and softly laugh ing, wished that the Prince were near to admire her new gown. It was a clinging costume of a greenish- yellow color, covered over with opalescent spangles as thin as fish scales and when she moved with her slow, sinuous grace, the effect was strangely serpentine. " You never have been more beautiful than you are to-night, Madame," said the maid, as she went back into the bedroom from the parlor and studied her mis tress with critical admiration. Camille s eyes brightened and she smiled as she glanced again into the mirror. " You are irresistible," the maid added, " and the handsome Italian gentleman will be vanquished to night." A thrill of proud satisfaction shot through Camille and her breath came quickly through her red lips. " I have put a green shade on the electric lamp in the reception-room," the piquant Celeste went on. " Don t you think, Madame, that the lamp will fur nish enough light? It leaves one end of the room dimly illuminated, and you are magnificent in a soft glow. It seems to enhance the brilliancy of your eyes. And then, as you go towards the piano and the strong light falls upon this gown, the spangles will be strikingly effective. If you will look into the room, THEFLAME 93 Madame, I am sure you will be pleased with the ar rangement." Camille went to the door and the maid s sharp eyes followed her with approval. " Yes, this is light enough," the singer said. " One lamp is effective. Take the atomizer and spray the room with perfume." Celeste obeyed and Camille went back to survey her bright image in the mirror. Presently a knock fell upon the reception-room door. " Come here as soon as you have admitted them and fasten the diamond star in my hair," Camille said, hurriedly, as she closed her bedroom door. Cavarodossi and Feleki entered the reception-room ; the violinist paused abruptly and hot blood surged to his cheeks. The perfume gave him a strange sen sation, because it was the kind Diane had worn the night he had met her outside the cafe in Paris. He put his violin on a table and with an unsteady hand gave his hat and overcoat to Celeste, who laid them on a chair. " Isn t this room like a stage ! " said Cavarodossi in a low tone, after the maid had gone back to Ca mille. " When I come here, I always feel as though I were an actor, Mario Cavarodossi in the play." Feleki did not answer, but stood looking round with eyes keenly alert. Diane would have furnished a room with this same gaudy splendor. A nervousness was stealing over him, and he repeatedly glanced to wards the door through which Camille would appear. He wished he had not come. Of what interest would 94 THE FLAME this cafe singer be to him ? He despised these women whose charms lay in falseness and abandonment. Why had he come when he might have spent the even ing with Gwendolyn and her friends ? He was angry with himself and impatient with Cavarodossi for ex tending this invitation to him, and he turned to take his hat and coat and leave, when the door opened and Camille swept into the room. " Good evening ! " She gasped and shrank back into the shadow. " Diane ! " Feleki blanched and swayed. Cavarodossi, in surprise, caught his arm, but Feleki quickly mastered his emotion. " Janos ! " The name slipped from Camille s lips with a startled tremor, and her eyes, aflame, devoured him. " Janos ! " she repeated in a low, quivering tone, her hand slowly reached out towards him. He drew back with a sudden start, as if her finger tips had touched him. His face was ashen, his breath came hard, and, closing his eyes, he turned away and sank into a chair. Cavarodossi glanced from one to the other, and a quick sympathy came into his eyes as they rested on Feleki. He laid his hand on the violinist s shoulder and said in a tone vibrant with feeling: " Forgive me for bringing you. I didn t know." Feleki nodded. " It is all right." Drawing a quick breath and setting his lips firm, he rose and turned towards Camille without looking at her. " You know, Cavarodossi, the story of Diane Godin, so you understand." Surprise flashed into Camille s eyes, then they THE FLAME 95 flooded over with hungry love. He had not forgotten her ; he had thought enough of her to tell the story of their romance to Cavarodossi! Her heart throbbed and cried out for the love that Janos had once felt for her. Jean Marie was forgotten and overthrown in the tumult that raged within her. She wanted Janos, she would have him; he had been her first love, her only love. She would crush out of his memory these years of sinful life that she had led while a public singer. Her trembling body was swayed by the tor rent of desperate blood beating through her veins. The fire that rose in her eyes burned the curtain that until now had half hidden her reckless, primitive soul. As Cavarodossi watched her, he felt himself grow cold. What tiger was as dangerous as this desperate woman? At first he could understand but a small part of her emotion, then slowly he began to suspect that Jean Marie was the man whom Feleki had called the viper that had plunged its poisonous fangs into Diane. Had her love for Janos re-awakened, a love made hopeless by the life into which Jean Marie had led her? Cavarodossi was angry with himself for allowing his curiosity to tempt him into bringing them together. Without a glance at Camille, Janos turned away and went to the piano. Camille sprang forward, and all the pent-up emo tion that was swaying her, like a helpless ship tossed by a storm, burst from her lips with the wild cry : " Janos ! " As he swung round with a start, a knock fell upon the door. Camille drew herself up with a jerk, the 96 THEFLAME muscles of her face contracted, and slowly the fire and appeal died in her eyes. She was a rigid statue of will. The maid came from the bedroom to admit the caller. Camille, Feleki and Cavarodossi were silent as she crossed the room. The two men were watch ing Camille s wonderful control and the rapid trans formation of her countenance. Monsieur Dubois entered with his usual fluster. His cheeks were red, his eyes very round and bril liant, and he was struggling to suppress his labored breathing. Camille went forward and greeted him with her ac customed courtesy and bright smile. The hand she extended was steady. "Am I too late for the music? I have hurried." Dubois daintily mopped his beaded brow. " No. Monsieur Feleki has not yet honored us." Camille motioned for them all to be seated but she did not look into Janos s eyes. " I was about to play," Feleki quickly said. He preferred playing to sitting quiet before Camille and struggling with an idle conversation. " Then pray don t let my coming interfere. It was the hope of hearing you that brought me at such an undignified pace." Feleki rose to get his violin, and Dubois settled back in his chair and clasped his fingers. The palms of his hands could not meet without an effort. " Isn t His Highness coming to-night? " he asked. " No," Camille returned. " He is dining at a club," THEFLAME 97 Janos began to tune his violin, and Mario went to the piano. He wished the evening would soon end, because he feared the endurance of Camille s quick control. Feleki s violin did not sing with its accustomed soul. It lacked the haunting wail and the passion. It did not speak; it was only an instrument. But Dubois was not a musician, and he did not under stand. Feleki was world famous ; so his playing must be faultless. Camille knew that this was not the true Janos. There was nothing stilted and forced in his natural art, but she joined in Dubois s profuse applause and highly complimented him. Janos played once more, a simple little melody, then put his violin back into its case. " Isn t Mademoiselle going to sing for us ? " asked Dubois, flashing Camille a flattering, languorous glance. " No. My voice isn t clear to-night." Dubois was crestfallen. " Don t look so unhappy ! " laughed Camille. " Tell us the news of to-day." " Rather the news of to-night," he answered. " What made me late in arriving was a visit I paid the Art Institute to see a painting that is on exhibi tion for the last time to-night. I wish you could have seen it," he added, turning to Cavarodossi. " You would appreciate it. The painter is a young Italian, Giordano Severi, who is a student in the Academia di Belle Arti in Florence. It was bought 98 THEFLAME by a San Franciscan traveling in Italy and is truly an unusual work of art." " I wish I could have seen it," said Mario. " I am always interested in the products of young Italy." He drew out his watch. " How late does the gallery keep open ? " He wanted to leave and take Feleki with him. " I am not sure, but I believe until eleven." Camille gave Mario a quick glance and understood. She wanted to be alone. " Take Signor Cavarodossi to see the picture," she said, looking back to Dubois. " You are all welcome here any night, but you can t always see an exquisite painting. I should be unhappy if I thought I were depriving you of any pleasure. Do take him and Monsieur Feleki, also." Dubois hesitated. " Well," he said, slowly, " per haps I will take Cavarodossi, but Monsieur Feleki is not so interested in Italian art, and I know he pre fers to remain here with you, charming Mademoiselle, and we are not so ungallant as to leave you alone. Are we ? " he asked Feleki. " No." The tone was dull. " Yes, do take him ! " urged Camille with a forced, playful pleading. To be alone with Janos I Her heart throbbed. " No ! I positively refuse. And you know you don t want to lose him ! " Dubois slyly shook his finger at Camille, and she reddened. He thought it was modesty and was amused. Mario glanced anxiously from Camille to Feleki. He wished he had not proposed leaving. It was dan- THEFLAME 99 gerous for Janos to be alone with her, but now Mario could not refuse to go. It would appear that he was jealous. " If we are going we had better start," said Du- bois, " or we ll not have time to see the picture." Mario slowly rose. " I know it is hard for you to tear yourself away." Dubois s pudgy face creased into an expansive smile. " You hypnotize us, bewitch us, Mademoiselle." Cavarodossi took Camille s hand as they said good- by, and she clutched his fingers with a convulsive jerk. He looked sharply into her eyes, and she low ered her head. Dubois pressed an ardent kiss on her hand ; his osculation was always noisy. " I ll come to-morrow night, if I may," he said. " This fleeting call will seem like a dream." " You are always welcome." Camille knew how to make her words ring true. Feleki bade them good-night and went and sat on the piano stool and began to fold his music together. As her departing guests stepped out into the cor ridor, Camille closed the door and abruptly locked it. Feleki did not turn. She stood for a moment with her back against the door and her hand behind her clutching the knob. The blood slowly mounted to her cheeks, then as slowly faded, and her eyes, be ginning to flame, were half concealed by the quiver ing lids. Suddenly she sprang forward and fell pros trate at Janos s feet and buried her face in the white fur rug. He sprang up. 100 THE FLAME " Don t, Diane ! " he said, unsteadily. " I am going. We mustn t meet again." In an instant she was on her knees clinging to him. " Janos ! Pity me ! " He broke from her clutch without touching her, but she threw herself forward and seized his hand. " Don t ! " he said, and in his tone there was the mingling of emotion and repulsion. She knew he felt that pollution was in her touch and desperation surged through her again. " Pity me ! Forgive me ! " broke from her lips. " I could forgive you many things, Diane, but not this coming to America with him in search of a wealthy bride." " How dare you accuse me of such a thing ! " she hotly demanded, rising. " I did not come here with Jean, and if he is searching for a wealthy girl, he has not told me of it. I arrived in San Francisco but three weeks ago." Feleki looked into her eyes and knew that she told the truth. " Forgive me," he quietly said. She walked away from him into the shadow. Her breath was coming short and hard, and the madness was stealing through her again. She would not give him up ! She would kill the repulsion he felt for her, but she must show him calmness. " Why did you change your name when you went on the concert stage? " she asked in a low tone that was strained and unnatural. " Because my own name is unpronounceable for English-speaking people." He had put his music THE FL-AME 101 into his violin case and had fastened the last strap. Without giving Camille a glance, he went and took his hat and overcoat from the chair near her. Three light knocks came on the door, a pause, and then a repetition. With a low cry, Camille sprang forward and threw her arms about Janos. " It s Jean ! " she whispered, but her fear of their meeting was forgotten in the joy of clasping him again in her arms. Her lips were close to his ear. " He mustn t see you," she murmured, and a kiss brushed his cheek. With a start, Feleki jerked away. He turned and looked at her coldly. " Why should I run away from him ? " There was a stinging contempt in his tone. " For my sake, Janos ! For me ! " she nervously pleaded, seizing his arm. " He will make a scene. We mustn t have a scandal." She ran to the table, caught up his violin, and thrust it into his hand. " Go into my bedroom. Quick ! Quick ! You can leave by the door in there. Oh, Janos, do hurry ! " She opened her bedroom door and forced him in be fore he could resist. Celeste was not there. Camille closed the door behind him and braced herself against it. The three knocks were repeated, but this time they were loud and insistent. Camille drew a quick breath, then hurried to the door and opened it. Jean Marie stepped in and looked round with sur prise and anger. 102 THE FLAME "Who was here when I first knocked?" he de manded. " Why didn t Celeste admit me? " " She has gone to order supper." Camille s tone grew icy in her struggle to make it natural. " I heard a man speak while I was waiting." Jean Marie gave her a sharp glance. " You are excited. You are trembling. Who was here ! " " No one. Cavarodossi and Dubois left a few minutes ago to see a painting in the Art Insti tute." Jean Marie looked steadily into her eyes, and his face reddened. Dropping his hat on a chair, he went towards her bedroom door. " Jean ! " she hotly exclaimed. " I want to know whom you are hiding." He threw open the door. Camille sprang forward. Jean Marie stepped deliberately into the room. It was empty. Camille pressed her hand to her throbbing heart. "Are you satisfied? " She laughed tauntingly. Jean Marie ignored her and went farther into the room. His alert eye caught sight of a little black object lying on the floor near the door leading out into the corridor. He went and picked it up. It was a small, thin leather card-case. Camille was at his side in a moment. The Prince glanced up at her with a triumphant smile in his eyes. He slowly opened the case. Across it in gold letters was stamped " Janos Feleki." An exclamation of rage and astonishment broke from Jean Marie. T H E F L A M E 103 " He has been here ! " he said, as he slipped the case into his pocket. Camille faced him with defiance. " Yes. Cavarodossi brought him. You thought you would keep us apart by not telling me the name he is now using, but Fate has played you a trick." The Prince paled. He had not only Camille to fear, but now he was even more at Feleki s mercy. Anger slowly returned to his eyes. Camille under stood his apprehension and said in a mocking tone that cut like a rapier: " You seem uneasy, Jean. Are you afraid of the result of Janos s meeting with me?" " Afraid ! " Jean Marie contemptuously echoed. " What have I to fear from a Hungarian fiddler? " Camille smiled significantly. " Give me that card-case." " No ! He will receive it at a moment when he cares least to have it." A hateful light was in the Prince s eyes. " You can t make trouble for him, Jean, but he can ruin you." " We ll see what I can do ! " A tinge of bravado was in his tone, but he knew that he was powerless. Camille shrugged and went back into the reception- room. She felt that danger was passed where Janos was concerned, for she believed that the only harm that could come to him would have been by Jean Marie s sudden meeting with him in her apartments. She went to the piano and began to sing, but the ex citement and emotion that had torn her made her voice unsteady and hoarse. 104 THE FLAME Jean Marie followed her back into the room. He went to the window, raised the shade, and, thrusting his fists down deep into his pockets, stood looking, unseeingly, out into the street with fear, anger and revenge playing havoc in his brain. CHAPTER VIII AFTER Camille had forced Janos into her bed room and closed the door, he stood still wonder ing what he should do, whether he should go back into the reception-room and meet Jean Marie or leave as Camille had begged him to do. . . . He would leave. Jean Marie would never know of his coming, and no trouble would be caused for Camille. Janos s alert eyes swept round the room. The disorder was typical of the Diane of old. Every chair was laden with clothes, several pairs of slippers were scattered over the floor, and on the bureau lay her jewels in confusion. The room, the atmosphere were permeated with the woman s dashing, reckless character; it was like a living thing, and Janos felt himself again in Diane s embrace. He caught a sharp breath and started to leave the room. On the foot of the bed lay a dainty handkerchief, and with a quick impulse, he seized it and pressed it to his lips. It was scented with the same perfume, and under the spell of his emotion he thrust it into his coat. He heard Camille close the reception-room door, and Jean Marie s angry tones came to him distinctly. Casting a last glance about, he hurried to the door. His over coat slipped from his arm and he jerked it up, not noticing the card-case that fell from the pocket. Softly closing the door, he went quickly down the corridor. 105 106 THE FLAME As he stepped out into the street, the cool night air and the brisk wind that struck him were welcome and refreshing. He had drawn on his overcoat and now he fastened it about his throat. The St. Francis Hotel, where he was living, was eight blocks away, and he decided to walk, so that his turbulent emotions might calm. Camille s bright image would not vanish from his mind. Again he could see her throw herself pros trate at his feet; he could feel the pressure of her trembling arms as she clung to him, and her quivering lips as they lightly caressed his cheek. The vivid memory of her desperation, her madness, thrilled him and he breathed hard and fast as he hurried on. Then, like the piercing of a poisoned dart, came to him the realization that she was no longer Diane Godin, but Camille Dubray, the cafe singer, the toy of the idle rich. " O God ! " he muttered, and his voice was hoarse with unshed tears. He reached the St. Francis and went up to his room. An exclamation of surprise and anxiety broke from his valet s lips when he saw his master s white, hag gard face. " Are you ill, Monsieur ? " he asked, quickly going forward. " Shall I get you something hot to drink? " " No, thank you. I am all right. Leave me alone. I m not going to bed yet." The valet gave him a furtive, anxious glance as he went into the adjoining room and closed the door. When he was alone, Feleki began walking to and fro. Once he caught his reflection in the mirror and T H E F L A M E 107 abruptly halted, astonished at the pallor of his face and the hollowness and feverish brilliancy of his eyes. He turned and threw himself face downward on a couch. Suddenly he arose and started from the room. Cavarodossi also was living at the St. Francis. Fe- leki went to his apartment, and found Mario in the corridor, unlocking his door. " Hello ! " he exclaimed with assumed lightness, as Feleki drew near, but as he looked into the violinist s eyes, his face sobered and he grasped Janos s hand and gave it a sympathetic shake. They entered the room, and Cavarodossi turned on the electric light and gave Feleki another sharp look. " Did anything serious happen after I left ? " he asked, as he offered Janos a chair and opened a box of cigars. " No. She understands that I am lost to her for ever." Cavarodossi slowly shook his head. " As long as there is life in her body, she will hope." " Then that is her punishment." Feleki drew his unsteady hand across his brow. Mario studied him a moment. " Do you know, Feleki," he said, as he sat down opposite Janos and took a cigar from the box, " I felt sorry for her to night. I never before have seen a soul laid bare, and I shall never forget this. She loves you, and I believe if you should take her from this life she would be true." Janos gave Cavarodossi a quick look and resent ment flashed into his eyes. "Why do you say this to me?" he demanded. 108 THE FLAME " I love Diane Godin, but I hate Camille Dubray. Diane is dead forever. Tell me, Cavarodossi, would you marry Camille Dubray, or any such woman ? " Mario hesitated. " This is a question that requires much thought, and perhaps I would not say in every case what I do now, that this woman deserves a chance, for she is not wholly bad. I believe that it was youth and poverty that led her astray." The resentment faded from Feleki s eyes, and he sighed. " It was fortunate that Bourbon did not come to night," Mario added. " He did, after you left." Cavarodossi leaned forward. " What happened? " " I didn t meet him. She begged me to leave by her bedroom door and I did. Have you guessed that Bourbon was the man who took Diane away from me?" " Yes." Feleki nodded, and laying his cigar on a tray, un crossed his knees, and came forward in his chair. " Cavarodossi," he said with a quiet force in his voice, " I want you to help me." " Yes, if I can." " I am convinced that Bourbon is trying to win Miss Rolfe, and it has got to stop. He is not in love with her. She is not the kind of a woman he admires. It is her money he is after and he would squander every dollar of it, then leave her penniless. She is a sweet, unsuspecting girl and she must be saved from this vulture. I could denounce Bourbon, but I don t want to unless I am forced to it. I don t wish no- THE FLAME 109 toriety and scandal, nor do I wish Bourbon to think that I am stooping to revenge. But you are on friendly terms with Miss Rolfe and can have some influence with her, because it is evident that she likes you well." Feleki glanced away, not caring to no tice the color that rose to Cavarodossi s cheeks, but the blush told him all he wished to know. " You and Mr. Rolfe are good friends," he went on. " Give him a hint that Bourbon s habits are none too good. I don t like to speak to him, because we have met only three or four times and he might think me of ficious, but something must be done and you can do it better than I, because I am almost a stranger to Miss Rolfe and her brother." " I ll gladly assist in the breaking off of that match," Mario gravely said. " I don t know whether it is title or romance that has ensnared Miss Rolfe, or perhaps the ladies find Bourbon a lovable fellow." Feleki impatiently shrugged. " Whatever it is, she must be made to see the real man, the hypo crite unadorned." " Yes," sanctioned Mario, " and to-morrow I ll begin to shear the glory of this fortune-hunter." " Win her yourself ; then we will know she is safe." Feleki spoke lightly, but Cavarodossi knew -that he was in earnest. " She is a lovely girl," was all he said. " Yes, and keep her so. Don t let that viper claim a second victim." The faint color that had returned to Janos s face left again, and he rose. " Who would have thought that here in far-away San Fran- 110 THE FLAME cisco I would meet him and Diane. But no, she is no more Diane. She will never be anything now but Camille Dubray. If you could have known her as she was at eighteen ! " Cavarodossi rose and put his arm round Feleki s shoulders. " Forget her," he said feelingly. " Na ture heals every wound, even death." " There is one affliction it cannot heal, the living death." Mario s arm slipped from his shoulder. " Staying here will give you pain," he presently said. " Go away and save yourself this suffering." " No, not until I know Miss Rolfe is safe." " Leave everything to me." " You may need me. Proofs may be necessary. I ll not see Diane again. We can be in the same city here without meeting as well as in Paris. I ll say good-night, Cavarodossi. I am going to bed. I m tired." " Good-night ! When we win, we ll have done something worth while." " Yes." They shook hands and parted. Janos returned to his room and went immediately to bed, and when he was alone in the dark, he buried his face in his pillow and hot tears flowed without re straint. The next afternoon when Cavarodossi called at Gwendolyn s home, the butler, returning to the re ception-room, asked Mario to follow him into the large flower garden back of the Rolfe home. In a THE FLAME 111 rose-covered latticed bower sat Gwendolyn, embroid ering. " You are industrious, Signorina," said Mario, bowing over her hand. " I always like to be doing something." She smiled and motioned him to a seat opposite her. A little work-table was between them. " I am not a society girl, so I must employ myself in some other way." " This great mansion must monopolize much of your time." " Yes, it does. Two months after I was gradu ated from the convent and returned home, Richard discharged the housekeeper and let me have full man agement, and I have kept it ever since." The modest pride in her tone pleased Mario, and he said, earnestly : " I congratulate you, Signorina, on your ability. I admire a woman who is the true mistress and super intendent of her home. A dwelling is never a home when it is left to a servant s care. The home life, the home love, is always missing." " That is my opinion and I ll never renounce my position, unless Richard marries." " Don t you intend ever to marry ? " Mario asked with a light laugh. The color that rose to Gwendolyn s cheeks rivaled the pink of her gown. " Oh, perhaps, some day," she said, " but don t you think I d make a charming old maid, or rather a bachelor girl, as she is more graciously styled now ? " 112 THE FLAME " You are charming under any and all condi tions, Signorina, but I should prefer to see you the wife of some good, respected man." " That s the only kind I d have ! " " Then study him well and be sure that he reaches your expectation in every way." " I can t be sure. Marriage is a lottery, you know." " But it needn t be quite so much of a lottery if it is given more serious study. A man s past life should be critically examined before he is accepted, and if his morals have been loose and his habits irregular, he should be rejected. I don t believe in killing the fatted calf for the prodigal son. Some men are permanently redeemed, others temporarily and the redemption of the latter usually comes about because there is something in sight for their per sonal gain. My laws are rigid where marriage is concerned." " You are right." Gwendolyn s tone was em phatic and she looked Mario full in the eyes. He was gratified, for it told him that a title and castles could not blind her to all else. " I read something in the newspapers this morning that pleased me," he said. " An American heiress has refused to marry a titled foreigner because she has discovered that he has an unspeakable past. I admire her good sense." " Don t you be too hard on the titled men," laughed Gwendolyn. " Remember that your own country has its noblemen." " Perhaps that is why I am wary of them. If THE FLAME 113 you lived in a title-ridden land you would under stand that princes and dukes are no better than you, yourself, and in most cases not half so good. I am always suspicious of noblemen, especially those in America who have no apparent reason for being here." While Mario had been speaking, he had taken up a book from the table and began glancing over it. His tone was careless and impersonal and the quick resentment that Gwendolyn had felt died before she retaliated. He looked very calm and innocent of offense. " All noblemen can t be bad men," she said, imi tating his careless tone. " Surely not, Signorina. In Italy there are many who are estimable men, and it is the same in every country." " Certainly." Gratitude and pleasure were in her voice. "Are you a devotee of Byron?" Mario asked, glancing again at the book he held. " Yes. I love his poetry." Mario turned over some pages. " He loved Italy," he said. " I greatly admire his Childe Harold s Pilgrimage. " He opened to the fourth canto of that poem. " You must see my country, Signorina." " Yes. I wish to visit Italy and France." " Italy ! " he insisted, and laughed. " I am bold enough to declare that my country is the most beau tiful on earth." " You are justly proud, no doubt, but I am deeply interested in France, because the Prince de Bourbon 114 THE FLAME has told me such charming, romantic stories of his country. Think of one s emotion when entering the palaces where in the past kings, queens and states men have lived and made history ! " " Some very grim history, Signorina." " You are jealous ! " Mario laughed. " Perhaps, yet not of France, but of His Highness, Prince Jean Marie." She blushed under his glance. " If you don t like the grim history, what of the romance? Isn t it thrilling to see the places in which the courtly cavaliers have loved and fought for love?" " I didn t know that you were so fond of adventure and the heroic knights of old ! " " Oh, yes ! I am satiated with Dumas." " Then I must renew my practice with the sword and challenge the Prince de Bourbon to mortal com bat. In olden days the lady fair bestowed her hand upon the winning cavalier. Will you do the same? " " I ll consider while you and the Prince are in training." Her eyes brightened and she blushed again. " I ll begin to-morrow. But now, Signorina, what has the Prince told you about the beauties of nature to be found in France? Have his tales been only of valor and bloodshed? " " No. He has told me of his castle and the ro mantically beautiful grounds surrounding it." " That should not impress you so deeply. Look at this lovely bower in which we are sitting. See the gorgeous flowers before us. I ll wager his gar- THE FLAME 115 den is not so brilliant and beautiful as this. He has been playing on your imagination with tales of the past. I am going to give you a picture of Italy as it is in the present, an indelible picture that nature has made. I ll read from Byron because I don t want the Prince to outwit me in poetical expression. Now, lay down your sewing, put your mind in a re ceptive state, and listen ! " Gwendolyn laughed and complied. Resting her head against the back of her chair, she closed her eyes for a moment. As Mario studied her sweet young beauty, the color slowly rose to his face and a determined light shone in his eyes. He would not let Jean Marie steal this lovely, trusting girl and crush her. She slowly opened her eyes and turning them, half veiled by her long lashes, to Mario, said with a pretty smile: " I am ready." He began in a low tone that was full of feeling : * But my soul wanders ; I demand it back To meditate amongst decay, and stand A ruin amidst ruins; there to track Fallen states and buried greatness, o er a land Which was the mightiest in its old command, And is the loveliest, and must ever be The master-mould of Nature s heavenly hand, Wherein were cast the heroic and the free, The beautiful, the brave the lords of earth and sea. The commonwealth of kings, the men of Rome ! And even since, and now, fair Italy ! 116 THE FLAME Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other clime s fertility ; Thy wreck of glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be de faced/ " Mario paused, but Gwendolyn did not speak. Her eyes were closed; she had been drinking in not only the exquisite poetry, but Mario s rich soft voice, resonant with sincerity and strength. How different it was from Jean Marie s voice ! There was nothing light, debonair, suave in Cavarodossi s tone, nor did he resort to any stage tricks of impressiveness. His reading thrilled her. He glanced up, and as she did not move, read on : * The moon is up, and yet it is not night Sunset divides the sky with her a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli s mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colors seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day j oins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Diane s crest Floats through the azure air an island of the blest! A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o er half the lovely heaven ; but still Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains Rolled o er the peak of the far Rhaetian hill, As Day and Night contending were, until THE FLAME 117 Nature reclaimed her order : gently flows The deep-dyed Brenta, where their hues instil The odorous purple of a new-born rose, Which streams upon her stream, and glassed with in it glows, Filled with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till tis gone and all is gray/ " He paused, and there was an impressive silence. " Now, Signorina, whose plea is the abler, the Prince de Bourbon s or Byron s?" he softly asked. Gwendolyn quickly raised her head and looked at him. " Byron s," she said. " Then Italy has conquered you ! " She hesitated and shook her head. " The conquest may not be complete." " I, a Roman, defy France to subdue you ! " The light in his eyes told ber that " France " was Jean Marie. " It will necessitate a visit to both countries be fore the victor can be declared," she said, smiling. " Yes, but I have no fear of Italy s power. Have you seen Monsieur Feleki lately? " " Not since the night you met him here." 118 THE FLAME " The night he told us the story of Diane Godin? " " Yes, and I am sorry that he told it. Richard said that it didn t seem to set well on the Prince, and I thought he seemed uneasy and annoyed. Did you? " She cast an anxious glance at Mario. " Yes. To what did your brother attribute the cause of his uneasiness ? " Gwendolyn reddened and some moments passed before she said: " Richard thought that perhaps at some time he had lived with the students in the Latin Quarter, for amusement, of course," she quickly added, and was annoyed because she had repeated a part of Richard s accusations. " That was exactly my opinion, Signorina." Mario s tone was so serious and full of meaning, that Gwendolyn paled and her trembling hands tightened over the arms of her chair. The butler came down the path, followed by Jean Marie. Cavarodossi noticed that the Prince was es corted into the garden without his card being first presented to Gwendolyn. It was evidently under stood that he was always welcome. Jean Marie glanced sharply from Gwendolyn to Mario. He saw her pallor and he thought that she did not greet him with her accustomed cordiality. Had Mario told her of Camille? Had Cavarodossi learned that Camille was Diane Godin? For a mo ment the Prince was staggered, but he quickly re gained his debonair courtesy, and offering Gwendolyn the large red rose he held, said with his most charm ing air: THE FLAME 119 " I have brought you but one rose to-day, Made moiselle, that you may study it and see how greatly you resemble it in its fair perfection." He lightly pressed her fingers as he gave her the rose, and as she looked into his mild, admiring eyes, the color slowly returned to her cheeks and she smiled. But Mario believed that when she would be alone his words would return to her and that the first seed of distrust had been sown in her heart. CHAPTER IX THE day after Camille s meeting with Janos, she was moody, irritable, and cold to Jean Marie. He tried to please her, amuse her, but she would not be coaxed into good humor. He stayed with her until late in the afternoon, when he left to call on Gwendolyn, but his finding Cavarodossi there made the call most disagreeable. Richard arrived with Janos and asked them all to remain for dinner, but Jean Marie declined on the plea of an engagement, and, leaving the field to his rival and the man he feared, returned to spend an uncomfortable evening with Camille. She was thoughtful,, petulant, des perate by turns, and Jean Marie realized more than ever the uncertain ground upon which he was stand ing. One foot already had sunk into quicksand and the other was slowly slipping. Camille s meeting with Janos had made her more dangerous than be fore, because it had aroused all the recklessness in her nature, and Jean Marie knew that he must begin again to win her. She complained, and wanted a change of air and scene. It was not warm enough in San Francisco, and the wind blew too briskly. To please her, the Prince suggested that on the fol lowing day they take a sail across the bay and go to a pretty resort near San Rafael where they could be served an excellent Italian dinner. Camille 120 THE FLAME 121 agreed, and it was decided upon that they would start in the morning and tour San Rafael and the surrounding country in a motor-car before going to their noon dinner. Jean Marie would ask Dubois to accompany them. When the Prince left Camille s apartment, he was more at ease, and believed that their trip the next day would put her in a cheerful state of mind. When Camilla was alone, she sat still for a long while, looking out before her, and only the changing expression in her eyes told of the thoughts and pic tures that were passing rapidly through her mind. Presently her lips moved, but they formed only one word, " Janos ! " Her muscles slowly tightened, and suddenly, with a bound, she sprang from her chair and stood rigid with her hands clasped tightly over her breast, then gradually her muscles relaxed and a quiver ran through her body. She went to the piano, and let her hands stray over the keys, improvising a strange, minor strain ; but presently she began a well-remembered melody. It was one of the favorite songs that she used to sing in the Latin Quarter, with Feleki s accompaniment on the violin. She sang several songs that had been dear to them, but before she finished the last, her voice broke with a tearless sob. That Janos was lost to her, she knew in her inmost heart, but the reckless desperation in her character, her determination to surmount all obstacles and break all oppositions, and the intensity of her love for him, made her hope and battle against the inev itable. She would have been Janos wife now had it 122 THE FLAME not been for Jean Marie, and a dangerous hatred for the Prince rose in her heart. It was he who had made her unworthy of Janos ; it was he who had en ticed her, tempted her away from the one man she truly loved, and her blood burned with hatred and revenge. Jean Marie had not loved her, he had been proud only of her beauty and of her voice and had tricked and deceived her into believing that it was love. She hated him! Reprisal was at hand. If he were try ing to win Miss Rolfe, and Camille felt positive that he was, she had it in her power to prevent him. He had taken her from the Latin Quarter as his deluded slave ; she would make him return to Paris, her ruined, dishonored vassal. All night, as she lay in her bed, that thought was beating through her brain. In the morning, Jean Marie arrived before Dubois. As Camille came from her bedroom, he was standing before a picture and did not see her. The hatred in her heart became almost repulsion, and she shrank back, feeling that she never again could touch him; then, with a sudden force, she darted forward, and throwing her arms about him, pressed an ardent kiss upon his lips. " Camille!" he exclaimed in a joyful tone, clasp ing her in a close embrace. " You do love me ! I feared that your affection was cooling." "Why should it, Jean? You haven t changed." He laughed lightly. " That is true, dear heart, but sometimes our feelings change." " Yes." She turned away, that he might not see the light flickering in her eyes. THE FLAME 123 " You are radiant this morning. Did you have pleasant dreams? " She nodded and carelessly smiled. Dubois arrived, beaming and jovial. " Ah, Mademoiselle is magnificent in her white gown and blue automobile veil, but Mademoiselle is magnificent in everything. Nature has showered all her gifts upon you." " You would have me believe that I am the most beautiful woman in the world." Camille playfully struck him under the chin with a pink carnation. Dubois was visibly flustered at her familiarity and cast a sly glance at Jean Marie, fearing that his jealousy might be aroused, but the Prince was happy and smiling, so Dubois beamed still more. Jean Marie glanced at his jeweled watch. "We had better be going," he said, " or we ll lose the boat." As they went down the street for a car, Dubois tripped gaily at Camille s side, feeling his impor tance and the privilege of being the escort of so rare a beauty. Sailing across the bay, he was still more flustered, because Camille was gazed at and com mented upon by every passenger. Jean Marie in his pearl-gray suit, panama hat and slender, gold-crooked cane also attracted attention, because he showed his aristocratic distinction. Thero was a dainty court esy and an innate refinement about the Prince that never failed to excite notice, and Dubois was wafted to a state of extravagant joy. His little round eyes were dancing with delight and his affability was in dulged to the extreme. 124 THE FLAME When they reached the station at San Rafael, an automobile was awaiting them. They motored around the town over the various roads abounding with picturesque rustic scenery, and shortly after the noon hour arrived at Pastori s Villa, a popular and beautiful resort at Fairfax, a short distance from San Rafael. Camille was charmed with the beauty of the place, and in the sweet, mesmerizing air, the revenge and hatred that had been rife in her heart, calmed, and she rejoiced in the loveliness of her surroundings. She delighted in the cool, murmuring ravine spanned by a rustic bridge, in the wealth of radiant flowers growing round the villa, and she was happy as she had not believed she could be that day. She felt a return of the youth and joy fulness that had been one of her greatest charms as a girl, and she wanted to express her gaiety in a burst of song. There was no one present but Jean Marie, Dubois, and the hostess, and she let her voice flow out with a rich abandonment and volume that surprised even herself. While their dinner was being prepared, she played some brilliant melodies on the piano, standing on the wide veranda of the house. Jean Marie sat near, studying her vivacity and dashing charm, and he ex perienced a new thrill in her presence and in the fervid love he believed she felt for him. Gwendolyn did not exist during these intoxicating moments. The spell of his first infatuation for Camille was tingling through his veins with renewed ardor. He believed that he had never cared for her as now. Dubois saw Jean Marie s intoxication, and he ap- THE FLAME 125 plauded and praised Camilla, that the flame in the Prince s eyes might burn brighter. Presently she stopped playing and began looking round the grounds. She noticed a platform built high above the ground, in a large tree, where dinner could be served, and suggested that they eat up there; so they climbed up the steps and seated them selves round the table. The hostess told them that when Pietro Mascagni was in San Francisco he vis ited her villa and ate his dinner up in this tree at this very same table. Thereupon, with a stirring toast, they drank to the composer s health, and were in such genial spirits that they were ready to toast anyone whose name might be mentioned. " This is a memorable day," said Dubois, resting his pudgy hands on the edge of the table, and glan cing from Camille to Jean Marie. " It is one we ll never forget." " So you are in the habit of forgetting the hours you spend with me ! " exclaimed Camille. " I always have said that you are an arch flatterer." " You misunderstand me, divine Mademoiselle." Dubois quickly raised a protesting hand. " Every hour I am with you is remembered, but it is inevitable that some hours must be sweeter than others." Camille laughed and shook her finger at him. " You are a peerless cavalier, Dubois," said Jean Marie, emptying a glass of wine and enjoying his dinner. " You are steeped in sweet words." " It is Mademoiselle who inspires them. She is a true diva." 126 THE FLAME " Do you really think me a goddess ? " Camille flashed him a vanquishing glance. " Yes, and as graceful, fleet and beautiful as Diana, goddess of the moon, of music, dancing and the chase. You are so lithe and sprightly that you should be called Diana." The youthful joy in Camille s eyes shriveled and died, and the artful gleam of the corrupt woman re appeared. Her voice had the careless wave of a popular cafe chanson when she said : " Yes, I love the name. I had rather be Diana than anyone else." A stiff smile curved Jean Marie s lips. " Then let me christen you." Dubois daintily dipped his finger-tips into his glass and snapped a drop of wine on her hair. Camille caught his fingers and pressed them. " I don t need to be christened again." She laughed unsteadily. " Isn t this a charming place ! " Dubois said, lean ing back in his chair and looking round. " There are many beautiful spots in California. It is, in deed, a golden country." " I wish I could find a little of the gold." Ca mille s eyes rested on Dubois. " I am going to re mind vou of the promise you made to find me posi tions to sing in private homes. My money will soon be exhausted if I don t begin work soon. This life as a lady of leisure is more agreeable than profita ble." " I must apologize for any negligence," said Du bois. " I confess that I haven t yet spoken to any- THE FLAME 127 one about you, and I saw Mr. Rolfe this morning, too ! " Camille glanced at Jean Marie, who continued eat ing without looking up. A faint smile crossed her lips. " That would be a splendid home in which to make my debut, but I am not particular; any rich family will do to introduce me, and I know that you are ac quainted with many influential people." Dubois sat pompously erect. " You may be sure, Mademoiselle, that I will use whatever influence I have. Oh, by the way! Has Your Highness heard the news ? " " I couldn t say. There is a quantity of news to hear." A tinge of sarcasm was in Jean Marie s tone, but Dubois was too unsuspecting to perceive it. He always delighted in repeating some startling report. " Cavarodossi has been paying marked attention to Miss Rolfe for some time, and I heard last night that she appears to favor him and that he has her brother s approval." "Miss Rolfe in love with Cavarodossi? This is, indeed, news to me ! " The sneering sarcasm in Jean Marie s voice was now so apparent that Dubois could not mistake it, and he glanced up with uneasiness. He had not heard that the Prince was paying court to her, and he could not understand Jean Marie s displeasure. " Of course it is only rumor," he hastened to say. Jean Marie caught Camille s sharp, sidelong glance, and he returned with assumed indifference : 128 T H E F L A M E " Perhaps it is true. Cavarodossi is a good fel low. She could do much worse." Camille laughed lightly. " She should offer her hand with the fifty millions in it to Your Highness. That wouldn t be bad." Jean Marie coldly frowned. " I am not in need of money." "No? I am glad to hear it!" The glance Ca mille shot him was full of insolent meaning, and Jean Marie s lips tightened and hot blood rose to his cheeks. Dubois realized that he had made a mistake, and during the remainder of the dinner exerted himself to keep up the conversation that was rather flagging than brilliant. After the meal was finished, they came down from the tree and walked round the grounds. Jean Marie had regained his good humor, and Camille began to jest with Dubois. " Suppose we take the automobile and visit the country around, instead of remaining here all the afternoon," the Prince suggested. " There are many more beautiful points to see." " Yes, let us go," agreed Camille. " We have seen everything here." She went back to the ve randa to get her coat and veil, and the two men fol lowed her. Jean Marie lit a cigarette, and after offering his match to Dubois, turned and glanced at Camille. Her face was white and her eyes were glittering like two burning stars as they were fastened on the path leading from the entrance of the grounds. THE FLAME 129 Jean Marie swung round and caught his breath. Coming up the path were Gwendolyn, Miss Morris, Feleki and Cavarodossi. The Prince was trapped without a way of escape. Dubois gasped a faint, " Oh ! " " There is the Prince de Bourbon 1 " Gwendolyn gaily exclaimed. He was standing in front of Ca- mille and at first she barely noticed the singer, but Cavarodossi and Feleki saw her and abruptly halted. They were now no more than twenty feet from the veranda. Neither Jean Marie nor Dubois moved. " Let us go in here," said Feleki in a muffled tone of suppressed excitement. He took Gwendolyn by the arm and started towards one of the tented din ing-rooms above the ravine. The look of astonishment, annoyance, wonder that flashed into Gwendolyn s face, told Jean Marie that he must make a bold attempt to straighten the situa tion, or Gwendolyn was lost to him. " This is a surprise and a pleasure ! " he said, stepping lightly off the veranda and going towards them followed by Dubois* who wore a rather ghastly smile. Gwendolyn s eyes were fixed on Camille. She did not understand this type of woman, but she knew that something w r as wrong. Camille stood still with her arms half raised, hold ing her long blue veil as though she had been sud denly transfixed when in the act of tossing the veil over her hat. Her head was slightly thrown back, her drooping lashes partly shading her glowing eyes, and her red, sensuous lips were curved in a smile that 130 THE FLAME was amused, triumphant, sarcastic. As Jean Marie left her, she slowly turned from Gwendolyn. Her eyes followed the Prince, and the look of ownership that flared into them was more expressive than words. Jean Marie was at Gwendolyn s side. She took his extended hand, but did not speak. Her voice froze on her lips. " It is odd that we all should have come to the same place for an outing," said Dubois, trying unsuc cessfully to throw a light touch into his tone. He was fidgety and most uncomfortable. 66 It is an unexpected meeting," said Cavarodossi. " Are you leaving? " " Yes, we have just finished dinner," answered Jean Marie. " You should dine up in that tree. It is a most romantic and lovely spot." Gwendolyn glanced from Camille to Jean Marie. What was this woman that he did not introduce her? Who was she, that she dared look at him with such indisputable proprietorship? Gwendolyn was trem bling with nervous excitement. Camille s eyes lashed her, and she shrank from them. Turning to Cavaro dossi, she rested her hand on his arm. " Let us go and sit down in the shade," she said, while the others were speaking. " I am tired and warm." They were in the shade already. Cavarodossi gave her a quick glance. " You must be hungry. I am." He was anxious to move away, because he feared the look that was rising in Feleki s eyes. " Don t let us detain you," said Jean Marie with THE FLAME 131 a courtly bow. " We ll say good-by." He shook hands again with Gwendolyn and Miss Morris, and he and Dubois turned to the veranda. The hostess of the villa appeared and greeted Mario and his friends. Jean Marie took this occasion to leave. Camille was at the Prince s side, walking with a regal air. She did not once look at Janos, but as she passed the others, she gave Gwendolyn a sharp glance and her eyes were brilliant and challenging. " I have forgotten my parasol," she said, sweetly. " It is on the veranda. Will you get it, Jean ? " Cavarodossi had Gwendolyn s arm, and he felt her muscles tighten with a jerk as the woman familiarily called the Prince by his Christian name. Jean Marie, red and angry, went back. As he re turned, and passed Gwendolyn, he bowed, but he could not force a smile. " Who is that woman ? " kept hammering through Gwendolyn s mind. " Who is she, that he will not introduce her? " She turned on Cavarodossi with desperate eyes, and asked, " Who is she? " But Mario, apparently not hearing, began to tell the hostess of several Italian dishes that he especially wished. CHAPTER X afternoon at Pastori s was long and disa- A greeable for Gwendolyn. Camille s glowing, commanding beauty was ever present in her mind. The look of indisputable ownership that Camille had given the Prince and the carelessly sweet way in which she had called him, " Jean," was a thorn that did not cease aggravating Gwendolyn s jealousy and mistrust. She failed in her attempt to appear light- hearted, that the others might not understand her feelings. Cavarodossi watched her almost inces santly, but the sympathy he felt was not visible in his eyes. He was glad of this meeting, because he knew it would stimulate her suspicion of Jean Marie. Gwendolyn saw that Feleki was greatly perturbed by this meeting, and she was puzzled. He had no obvious reason to be affected by Jean Marie s pres ence. Did Janos know this woman? If so, why should he be stirred? There was some mystery she could not fathom. She wished the afternoon would end, and she also wished that Miss Morris was not there. She wanted to question Feleki, but he kept close to her friend. Did he suspect? Gwendolyn decided that she would invite Janos to go home with her and let Cavarodossi be Miss Morris s escort, but in this she was baffled. Feleki said Miss Morris had told him of a violin that one 132 THE FLAME 133 of her ancestors had made and he was interested in it and was going home with her to see it. Was his interest real, or had he again suspected Gwendolyn s intention ? She had a vague fear of something, but she did not know of what. A new feeling rose in her heart for Cavarodossi, a feeling that he would help her and protect her from this unknown fear. She felt safe with him, knowing that his honesty could be de pended upon. She never would meet him in com pany with a woman like the one with Jean Marie, and such a woman never would take the liberty of calling Cavarodossi by his Christian name in such a caress ing, familiar tone. Of this she was certain. While they were crossing the bay on their return to San Francisco, Feleki conversed animatedly with Miss Morris, but Gwendolyn was quiet and thought ful. Once, after she had been silent a long while, she suddenly laid a trembling hand on Cavarodossi s arm and looked up into his face with appealing eyes in which tears slowly gathered. Mario did not touch her hand, but said with an encouraging smile that he loved San Francisco Bay next to the Bay of Naples. Gwendolyn mastered her tears and was grateful that he did not or would not understand. She quickly answered in a light but unnatural tone, and Cavaro dossi spoke on every subject that he thought might calm her turbulent feelings. " You will come home with me and remain for dinner, won t you? " she asked him, as they were leaving the boat. " Yes, thank you." THE FLAME " You never refuse to come on the plea of an en gagement," Gwendolyn said half to herself, thinking of Jean Marie s declination to remain to dinner the night before. " No, I am always at liberty when you wish me." There was no love in his voice ; it was only courtesy and friendship, but it rang with a truth that was sweet to hear. Richard was at home when they arrived, and he greeted Mario with a hearty handshake, saying: " I am glad you have come. A man will be here to-night to see me on business, and now Gwendolyn won t be left alone." Mario rested grateful eyes on him. " I sincerely appreciate your friendship," he said. " Yes, I like you, and so does my sister, but, hang it all, that Prince de Bourbon Ah, Gwendolyn, you look rosy and charming after your trip across the bay. You must take her again, Cavarodossi." Gwendolyn came into the room, smiling and ap parently happy, because she dared not show her feel ings in the presence of her keen brother. During dinner Richard was attentive to Cavaro dossi and in every way showed Gwendolyn the differ ence in his feeling for him and Jean Marie. They took their black coffee in the conservatory. Soon afterward the man arrived to see Richard, and Gwen dolyn was left alone with Mario. He talked of Italy, flowers, the opera, of everything but their trip to Pastori s and the meeting with Jean Marie. But at the first lull in the conversation, she said, resting her troubled, innocent eyes on him: THE FLAME 135 " What kind of a woman was that with the Prince de Bourbon to-day? " He answered without hesitation: " She is a cafe singer from Paris." Gwendolyn caught a quick breath. " A cafe singer? " He nodded. " Do you know her ? " " Yes. Monsieur Dubois introduced me." " Then she is his friend and not the Prince s ? " " I cannot say." Cavarodossi rose and went to one of the long windows and stood looking out into the dark. The relieved look that had come into Gwendolyn s eyes died as she watched him, and a modest blush rose to her cheek when she hesitatingly asked : " Is she is she a good woman ? " Mario slowly turned towards her. " I cannot say," he repeated. " You didn t speak to her." " She didn t speak to me." Gwendolyn hesitated. " Is she a woman you would take for a friend? " " No," after a hesitation. The color faded from her face. " Be frank with me ! " she pleaded. " What is the woman ? " " I have no proof against her, Signorina. There are many good women whom the world calls bad." Gwendolyn did not answer, but presently she asked : " Does Monsieur Feleki know her ? He seemed nervous after our meeting with them." 136 THE FLAME " I cannot answer for him. Pardon me." " There is something you will not tell." Her voice trembled. Mario was silent a moment, then said feelingly: " It would be better for you to speak to the Prince de Bourbon. He can answer many questions that I cannot." " Forgive me. I should not have questioned you at all, but I knew that you would tell me the truth concerning this woman." The faith in her tone was heavenly music to Cavaro- dossi and he took a quick step towards her, then halted. " I cannot thank you enough for your trust in me," he said with suppressed feeling. " If you are not satisfied with the Prince de Bourbon s explana tion, I beg of you to let me know." Gwendolyn looked up into his face with frightened eyes. " Then there is more than you are willing to tell ! " He did not answer, because Richard entered. " I rid myself of the man quicker than I ex pected," he said gaily. " Now, come into the music- room, Mario, and sing me an operatic aria so that I shall forget this humdrum business." Cavarodossi graciously complied, but he went home early, because he knew that Gwendolyn preferred to be alone with her trouble. His heart ached for her, yet he was happy in the belief that this would mean the end of Jean Marie s supremacy. But would Gwendolyn in her youth and innocence be tricked and THE FLAME 137 won again by this experienced, sweet-tongued de ceiver? On the following day, early in the afternoon, Jean Marie sauntered with a fagging gait to Gwendolyn s home. He had rather been going to any other place on earth, but he knew that prompt action was his only hope. He had invented several stories to re late in his defense, but the nearer he drew to the RolfV home, the more impossible they seemed. He won dered if Feleld or Cavarodossi had made an expla nation for him. He would soon know, for if either had, Gwendolyn would refuse to see him. He tried to forget his precarious position and force his thoughts to dwell upon pleasant things, that he might be at ease and certain of himself when he would meet Gwendolyn, but harmony was far from him. He had had a stormy scene with Camille in which she had been victorious, because Jean Marie was abso lutely within her power, and she had pointedly re minded him of it. As he went slowly up the steps of the Rolfe home, he had a presentiment that all was over between Gwendolyn and himself, but the thought of her fifty million dollars made his blood surge through him with the determination to win her again. He never could return to Paris without money, and this was the largest fortune within his reach. The butler ushered him into the music-room, where Gwendolyn was practicing on the piano. She rose and stood rigid, looking him full in the eyes. 138 THE FLAME He was wise enough to understand that his usual complimentary greeting would ruffle her still more, so he went forward with a smile and a courtly bow. " I am glad that I have found you," he simply said. " I felt all the way here that you were not at home." Gwendolyn still looked at him as though she were reading his inmost thoughts. The soft violet color ing seemed to have faded from her mottled eyes, leav ing only the cold gray. " You are angry with me," he said, after a slight pause, " and not without reason. I regret the com pany you found me in yesterday. It was an act most unworthy of Monsieur Dubois." Gwendolyn raised her finely curved brows. " Why do you blame him? " she coldly asked. " Because it was his fault. He is a friend of the Frenchwoman s, and when he asked me to go to Pas- tori s, I didn t know that she was to be with us." Gwendolyn did not answer at once, but sat again on the piano stool, and Jean Marie took a chair be side her. " She is Monsieur Dubois s friend, not yours ? " she asked, half turning her head away. Her tone had softened and hope rose in his heart. " Yes," he quickly said. " She has been in this city but two or three weeks, and Dubois introduced me to her." " Have you met her many times ? " " No ; perhaps three or four." Gwendolyn slowly turned back to him and her eyes looked into his very steadily. T H E F L A M E 139 " Then, if you are almost strangers, how could she take the liberty of calling you Jean ? " The Prince reddened. What had Cavarodossi told her? What had Feleki revealed? He was in a des perate situation that no explanation could straighten. Her eyes were resting on him with a sort of painful challenge, and his blood began to beat at his temples. He must have her. The money was necessary to him. He knew that his next words would seal his fate. From the look she gave him, he understood that she did not believe his lies. He would throw himself upon her mercy, her generosity, as he should have done at first, but even now he could not tell her the truth. During the short pause, he had lowered his eyes, but now he raised them full of well-feigned misery, and when he spoke, his voice was tremulous with repentance and shame. " Forgive me for being so weak and cowardly as not to have told you the truth. No, my acquaint ance with this woman is not recent. I met her five years ago in Paris," he was cautious not to make the years coincide with Feleki s story, " and she was then what she is now, a public singer. I knew that she was not the woman with whom I should associate, but I was led on, not only by her dashing beauty and her fascination, but by the friends with whom I was intimate who knew her. They were wealthy, idle, and thought it an honor to be flattered and petted by the favorites of the night life. They were vain, not bad, and, believe me, neither was I. My father had been very strict with me, and after his death, I felt the wild freedom of a liberated prisoner, and in- 140 THE FLAME dulged in many absurd frivolities that soon lost their glamour. I was not long realizing the hollowness of a Bohemian life. My uncle, the Due de Castelnau, is an estimable man and always has been my dearest friend and adviser. He took me away from this life and made me see the nothingness of it, before it was too late. I never loved this singer, I could not, for love is a sacred thing, but I was intoxicated with her brilliant charms and she knew how to play upon one s vanity. Our acquaintance was only a foolish flirtation. I didn t tell you this at first, because I was ashamed to own that such a woman ever attracted me. You are so sweet and pure that I feared losing your esteem. Most men have an absurd little his tory in their misguided youth, but I wanted to hide mine from you, fearing that you would not under stand that it didn t have a serious effect upon me nor leave a taint on my life. Can you forgive me? " The fervid, humble appeal in his voice and the pleading anguish in his eyes beguiled Gwendolyn, and she believed that he was sincere. He had owned his faults as she thought no wicked man would ; and was it not natural that he should now be ashamed and try to hide his folly if he could? Had not she many Limes in her simple life been thrown into temp tation s path, but, of course, in a very different way? How great must be the evil and enticements following a man in Jean Marie s high position and one with his gentle, attractive manner ! Yes, she was certain as she looked into his eyes that his folly had left no taint upon his life. The magnetism and fas cination of his presence stole over her like a soothing THE FLAME 141 drug. The shadow of a smile crossed her lips as she thought of the fright she had received. Undoubt edly Cavarodossi knew this story, but did he believe her too simple, too bloodless, to understand how such a glowing woman would attract a man carried away with the impulses of liberated youth? Jean Marie, with a throbbing heart, saw the light softening in her face and he knew that he had de ceived her. " Can you forgive me ! " he repeated, and his voice vibrated with emotion, from which he crushed his ex ultant joy. " Why have you seen her here ? " she gently re buked. " You should not have done so." " I accidentally met her one day with Monsieur Du- bois, and, as she did not betray our former acquaint ance, I greeted her as a stranger and have called on her three times at Monsieur Dubois s invitation, but only when he was present and Signer Cavarodossi, upon whom I did not wish to intrude. Here again I was foolish. I should have told Dubois my little story and then kept away, but shame held me back. I didn t want him to know that I ever had been weak enough to let this woman enthrall me." A puzzled look came over Gwendolyn s face. How did Cavarodossi know, and why had he called upon this singer so often? What had there been in his manner towards the woman that had made Jean Marie feel himself an intruder? The Prince, with quick perception, discerned her perplexity and surmised that either Feleki or Cav- 142 THE FLAME arodossi, if the latter had learned the Prince s his tory, had insinuated some mystery to Gwendolyn. He did not wait for her to question him, but promptly said, with a faint smile of self-disgust: " I have been wondering if the woman has tricked me and told my little story to Dubois. It would be like her. She delights in ridiculing the men who have slipped away from her enchantment." Jean Marie thoughtfully paused and added with a shrug: " Well, I deserve the ridiculing. * As ye sow, so shall ye reap. Surely that is true." Gwendolyn s expression cleared. Cavarodossi must have heard of the flirtation from the woman and no doubt she had made it more serious than it really had been. She felt a sudden pride that Jean Marie had confided to her what he would not disclose to the others. " Am I forgiven, Mademoiselle? " the Prince asked with timid humiliation, but without giving her time to answer, he dropped on his knees before her and seiz ing her hand, covered it with impassioned kisses. " Gwendolyn, listen to me, I beg ! I am kneeling be fore you a humble penitent. If at a time in the past my life was not blameless as it should have been, my heart has remained untouched by an evil impulse. I know that since my father s death I have been selfish and worthless, my only desires being for amusement. I have not lived to ennoble myself and benefit others. It did not suggest itself to me that I could be use ful. Not until I met you did I realize the worthless- ness of my existence. In the light of your beautiful soul, my soul has expanded. Every glance of faith THE FLAME 143 and trust with which you have favored me has awak ened a new virtue in my heart. The glory of your purity and nobleness has shed upon me a helpful radiance that will forever be the guiding inspiration of my life. I love you ! I love you ! " He bowed in reverence. He knew that he had used the strongest plea a man can use to a woman, that her nobility had not only reclaimed a sinner, but had set a man into the way of a man. He felt her hand trembling; he had seen the happiness in her eyes. " Mademoiselle," he continued, " Gwendolyn, tell me if I am loved even with half the passion I feel for you." He looked up into her lovely, pure face with pleading, ardent eyes. His fervor, the love in his voice, thrilled her and awakened a new emotion. She was drawn to him and held by a stronger feeling than she ever had known before. Timidly her hand went out to him and she murmured, " Yes, I love you ! " With a low exclamation of joy and victory, Jean Marie rose, and drawing her to her feet, clasped her in his arms. Her fair head rested shyly on his breast and her arm stole round his neck. He pressed a kiss upon her blushing cheek. Somehow he dared not touch her lips. " Gwendolyn, my love ! " he fervently said. " What have I ever done to be so blessed! I have tried in vain to stifle my love for you, believing that you, dear angel, would never care for me." " Don t humble and censure yourself, Jean," she murmured. 144 THEFLAME " How sweet it is to hear you say my Christian name! Ah, Gwendolyn, can you realize the happi ness that lies before us? What pride I shall feel in presenting to my uncle and my friends a peerless woman that queens will envy! My castle shall have a mistress more than worthy of its ancient name. My uncle will be overjoyed, and I hope that your brother will favor me." Gwendolyn quickly drew away, rousing from the spell he had cast over her. " No," she said, hurriedly, gazing at him with startled eyes. " No, he doesn t care for you now. Oh, Jean ! " Tears rose in her eyes and trembled on her long lashes. She believed in the Prince, yet she felt timid and uncomfortable. " We cannot tell Richard yet. He never would give his consent, and I cannot marry without it. You must win him, Jean." A half-stifled sob broke from her lips. Jean Marie slipped a protecting arm round her waist. " Don t fear, dearest. Such love as ours cannot be in vain. Your brother will care for me as I esteem him. Can t I give you an engagement ring?" " No, not yet. Richard would notice it and ques tion me. It is best to wait." Jean Marie was very thankful for this, because he did not have two or three hundred dollars to spare, and he was glad to postpone as long as possible the evil day of plunging himself more in debt, but he sighed with befitting sadness. " As you wish, dear," he said. " Happiness never THE FLAME 145 comes without a little pain. My pride and love are so great that I would proclaim my joy from the housetops, but I yield to your good judgment." He stayed with her over an hour longer and learned that her going to Pastori s had been only an unfor tunate accident and not a trick of Cavarodossi s, as he had half believed. He had thought that perhaps Mario had met Dubois, and learning that he was going to the resort with the Prince and Camille, had decided to take Gwendolyn, that they might meet. But she told him that at dinner the night before Richard had suggested a trip to San Rafael and Cavarodossi had invited them to Pastori s. Richard had intended to accompany them, but at the last mo ment business kept him at home. Jean Marie con gratulated himself on his fortunate escape, knowing that Richard never would be duped. His thankful ness threw a new ardor into his voice, and his sweet words, his tenderness, the pictures he drew of his romantic life with Gwendolyn, wove a fascinating web over her and she listened to him like one en tranced. His love and the life he pictured were like a poetic novel and she could hardly believe that such sentiment and romance could exist in this modern, prosaic age. He bewitched her so that she forgot all else but him and his gentle, soft voice. But when he left and the door closed behind him, the charm broke. She stood still in the middle of the room and a strange terror stole over her. What had she done? Promised her life to this man of whom she knew nothing but what he himself had told. 146 THE FLAME Richard disliked him and believed him an unprinci pled fortune-hunter. Cavarodossi was suspicious of him . . . Cavarodossi! She caught a quick breath. ^Was he as true as Jean Marie? He had told her that he would not take such a woman for a friend, yet he often called upon her. What a whirlpool of emotions was surg ing within her 1 What doubts, what fears ! But Cavarodossi s noble face rose before her and she could see in his honorable, fearless eyes, a grieved re proach for her folly. A frightened little cry broke from her lips. Suppose Jean Marie had not told her the truth concerning this cafe singer. Suppose there had been more than a harmless flirtation be tween them, and that the singer had not been the only woman with whom he had trifled. This would make him a polluted man, and she had promised her life to him! A shudder ran through her, and staggering forward, she fell into a chair and covered her face with her trembling hands. CHAPTER XI THE following day was Gwendolyn s birthday, and Jean Marie, elated over the vast fortune he considered as good as won, invited Gwendolyn, Miss Morris, Richard and Cavarodossi to dine with him at the Fairmont and then go to hear the first presentation in America of Mascagni s opera, " Amico Fritz." The Prince was exceedingly gra cious to Richard, who kept himself serenely and smil ingly aloof, as he always did when with Jean Marie, but with scornful amusement he noticed the Prince s added attention. Cavarodossi studied Gwendolyn with surprise and concern. How was it that she was merrier than usual to-night and that every glance she gave Jean Marie was full of a secret caress? Had the Prince deceived her, or was she pretending to be deceived? Cavarodossi was most uncomfortable. He never had seen Jean Marie more self-satisfied and entertain ing. From Gwendolyn s happy manner, no one could have guessed that she had passed a wretched, sleepless night. A multitude of fears had tormented her, but when the morning had dawned and the sun had crept into her room, it had brought courage with it, and she realized that her engagement was known only to herself and Jean Marie, and that she could break it 147 148 THE FLAME if any of her fears and Richard s proved true. In the afternoon she received some flowers from Jean Marie and a pretty note in which he called her his sun goddess, whose golden hair, rivaling the sun beams, was the radiant light that made his life one bright, eternal day. She was thrilled again by his sentiment and the deep love he expressed, and now as she sat beside him at the dinner table, she felt the fascination of his presence and the enchantment of his ardent eyes. This Prince belonged to her. This man upon whom all eyes were turned with interest and admiration when he had entered the dining-room, loved her alone ! She had won him when women far more brilliant than herself had failed ! The color in her cheeks brightened, and her eyes glowed with happy pride. Richard, as well as Cavarodossi, wondered at her merriment and was not only displeased, but uneasy, for he could see without a doubt that the Prince was stealing her heart. He wished that Cavarodossi would make bolder advances, believing that Mario loved his sister. All the evening, Jean Marie kept close to Gwen dolyn, and in the motor-car, on the way to the thea ter, he sat beside her and in every way was a most attentive and exquisite cavalier. When they arrived, Feleki was in front of the theater, conversing with some musicians, and Jean Marie, with a show of friendship, invited him to come into his box. After a slight hesitation, Feleki ac cepted. Jean Marie had the upper box, and again took his T H E F L A M E 149 place at Gwendolyn s side and gave her all his atten tion. " I am glad that you brought me this opera score and played it over so many times," she said to Cav- arodossi. " I ll understand it and appreciate it now. I have memorized the words of all the principal arias." Gwendolyn had studied Italian, although she did not speak it fluently. " You know the opera, don t you? " she asked, turning to Jean Marie. " Yes. I have seen it several times in Europe. The orchestration is beautiful." " I prefer it to Cavalleria, " said Cavarodossi, " although the plot is so absurdly simple that it al lows no opportunities for dramatic effects. Listen to this prelude." The director raised his baton and the music began. This second opera of Mascagni s, composed in less than two years after " Cavalleria," is entirely unlike his first work, showing his versatility as a composer. Where his first opera was dramatic and gloomy, this second is sweet and idealistic, a symphonic poem. The soprano made her quiet entrance and sang the lovely, melodious " Violet Song " ; soon afterwards, the orchestra ceased and from the wings came the first notes of the unique gipsy violin solo, vibrant with intense but rude feeling. The violin sang with full, rich tones that died away, only to return with renewed ardor and soul. At the close it was greeted with tumultuous applause. Feleki, in his enthusiasm, was standing and shout ing, " Bravo ! " 150 THE FLAME In answer to the applause, the violinist came upon the stage. He had the inspired, classical face of a young Liszt, and his pallor was enhanced by his wealth of Titian red hair. The audience cheered him and would not be satisfied until the solo was re peated. With bated breath Feleki drank in every note, and at the end of the act he said: " I must meet that violinist. He is great ! " " I know him," said Cavarodossi. " I ll introduce you." " Why not do it now? " asked Richard, " and then bring him to our home some day." " If you will excuse us, I ll be most grateful," Feleki said, and he and Cavarodossi left the box. Mario took him behind the scenes, presented him to the violinist, and then started back to join his friends. For a moment he stood in the rear of the crowded house. Suddenly his arm was seized and he turned and looked into Camille s burning eyes. " I want to see you after the opera. Will you come to my hotel? " she asked in an undertone. " I am invited to Mr. Rolfe s home for supper." Mario studied her with troubled surprise. " What is it?" " I have something to tell you. Come, no matter how late it is. I can t sleep until I have talked with you." Her eyes were aflame with anger. " I ll come." She nodded and left him. He watched to see where she was going. Her seat was two-thirds back in the house and on the side opposite Jean Marie s T H E F L A M E 151 box, of which she had full view. Cavarodossi smiled as he returned to his place. " I suppose Monsieur Feleki is happy," said Gwen dolyn, as he entered the box. " Yes, he has found a kindred soul." Cavarodossi glanced at Jean Marie and was satisfied that he did not know of Camille s presence in the theater. The Prince s chair was very close to Gwendolyn s and he seemed joyfully unaware of everything but the girl beside him. Cavarodossi felt hot blood mounting to his cheeks, and he turned abruptly and took the seat by Miss Morris that he had left. It was not long before the second act began. Feleki, with a beaming face, returned just as the soprano and tenor in the courtyard of the farm began the exquisite " Cherry duet." In each succeeding act the music becomes more intense with poetic feel ing. Jean Marie, knowing the opera, waited for " Fritz s " solo, and when it came, he moved forward and his hand stole out and closed over Gwendolyn s with a slow, expressive grasp. The tenor s voice rang out clearly : " What a strangely troubled feeling Fills my heart with doubt and fear, While my brain with hope is reeling And I m happy while she s near. Can it be that Love has slain me With his arrow, sharp and strong? That his net has prisoner taken me, I who mocked at him so long? " 152 THE FLAME Gwendolyn, thrilled, turned and looked into Jean Marie s ardent eyes. " It was so with me, dear, until I knew you," he murmured, bending forward. His eloquent eyes slowly turned from her to the stage, and he released her hand after giving it a last tremulous pressure. The act ended with a volley of applause from the audience. " Are you enj oying it ? " Richard asked Gwendo lyn. He was anxious to turn her attention from Jean Marie. " Yes. It is the true soul of Mascagni. I love his music. Were you pleased with the violinist?" she asked Feleki. " More than pleased. It is a great joy to meet a true artist." "Is he an Italian?" Yes." " Yes," echoed Cavarodossi. " It is the Italian who has the true heart, and the Hungarian, also," he added, laying his hand on Feleki s arm, and giving Jean Marie a glance that was not altogether compli mentary to his heart. But the Prince did not appear to understand. After the intermezzo preceding the third act had been played and repeated at the demand of the en thusiastic audience, the curtain rose, and Jean Marie, who had moved back a little from Gwendolyn, came forward and leaned over her chair. She occasion ally turned to him and his mild eyes, would lighten up with admiration and joy and make a declaration of love that was more eloquent than words. T H E F L A M E 153 Presently " Fritz," alone, sang feelingly : " Oh, Love, oh, beautiful light of the heart, Eternal flame within the world itself, Mingling happy and sad caresses, Life is in thee! Soft is the light that at night descends, Brilliant is the powerful sun always, Yet thy ray above all is resplendent, Light of the heart! Oh, shine, bright, eternal torch, Diffuse thyself, pulsating creator! Heaven sings the hymn of peace: Life is Love ! " Jean Marie again caught Gwendolyn s fingers and held them fast. She did not turn and look into his eyes, because her heart was throbbing with emotion, but she pressed his fingers with a sudden fervor, which he answered, then drew his hand away. He had invited her to this opera, because the plo t was sweet, simple and wholesome, and he knew that it would appeal to her innocent soul, while a dashing dramatic opera like " La Tosca " or " Carmen " would thrill her with its music, but the love scenes would not speak to her heart, nor give him the op portunity slyly to play the ardent lover. When the curtain fell, she sat for a moment with her eyes closed. "Why didn t Mascagni write another act?" she presently complained. " I could hear it all over again." " I m sure the artists wouldn t care to sing it over again," laughed Richard. 154 THE FLAME As they went down from the box, Jean Marie stepped back to pay his attention to Richard, and Cavarodossi was at Gwendolyn s side. She did not speak to him, but was humming the tenor s last aria, and softly; sang the ending lines, s Heaven sings the hymn of peace : Life is Love ! " Yes," said Mario, earnestly. " * Life is Love,* but the love must be true. It cannot have a selfish motive, and pure, undying love is rare. It is what we all are seeking, but few find it." Gwendolyn sighed happily, then turned a quick glance on Cavarodossi. He gave her a steady look, and she liked his eyes, although they reproached her. " I am going to find that rare love," she said with conviction. " Then, Mademoiselle, you must look elsewhere." It was Feleki who spoke. He was behind her and had Miss Morris by the arm. Gwendolyn abruptly turned on him. " Elsewhere? " she echoed. " Yes. There is no unselfish love amongst sing ers. That is all in the play." But his eyes gave her a different answer. Gwendolyn turned back and for the moment her doubts and fears reawakened. Was Feleki, also, sus picious of Jean Marie? They had reached the thea ter entrance and the Prince returned to her side. She caught his arm and clung to it. THE FLAME 155 It was one o clock before Cavarodossi reached Ca- mille s hotel. He found her parlor door ajar; so he knocked and entered. Camille, in a blue lounging robe, was lying, face downward, on the couch, with one of her strong, white hands clutching the arm of it. She raised her head as Mario entered. Her face was pale and marked with lines that her careless life was tracing, and her eyes were aflame. He paused abruptly. He never had seen such danger in a face. She sprang up, closed the door that he had left half open, and locked it. " What can I do for you ? " he quietly asked, lay ing down his hat and overcoat. She stood beside him like a tragic Lady Macbeth. " I am going to tell you of my life ; then I want you to help me and save Miss Rolfe." She looked at him keenly, and saw in his eyes that she had struck a responsive chord. " If you mean the story of your life in the Latin Quarter of Paris and your leaving it with the Prince de Bourbon, I know of that already. Janos told me, even before I met you." Her expression softened and the hard gleam faded from her eyes when he mentioned Feleki. " He does not know my life after I left the Latin Quarter. You must listen, so that Miss Rolfe can be saved. Perhaps you think you know what Bour bon is, but you don t know half." She motioned him to a chair, and she sat near him on the couch. " You know what my life is," she burst forth with sudden vehemence, " and it was Bourbon who made me what 156 THE FLAME I am." She buried her face in her trembling hands. " Yes, I understand," said Cavarodossi in a sympa thetic tone, suppressing his emotion. She looked up, and throwing back her head, went on with dramatic emphasis : " He was true to me for two years after he had placed me in a cafe, that gilded, enviable position, as he called it," she sneered, " then he left me alone, a girl of twenty, at the mercy of his rich, reprobate friends. A vulgar, ignorant dance-hall singer had caught his fancy. After a few months, he left her and returned to me, for I was then the rage of Paris. Men were showering me with money and jewels for a song, for a smile, or a glance. I took him back because he belonged to me. He was the only man who was truly my own, but it was not long before he left me again, for another woman who had fascinated him. Two years ago he met a dance- hall singer who held him for nearly a year, but she finally cast him aside, because his money was gone, and then, as usual, he came back to me, but this time it was for me to support him. His uncle, the Due de Castelnau, had become thoroughly disgusted with him and refused to pay any more of his debts ; so he came to me repentant, humble, loving, because he knew I was a weak fool and would accept him, and I did. Everything he possessed was seized for debt, and amongst his uncle s friends he had made himself an outcast by cheating at gambling, and it was this that had driven him, incognito, to the Latin Quarter. He was waiting for Paris to forget." THE FLAME 157 She paused, and the flame in her eyes was burning intensely. Both hands were clutching the edge of the couch, and the blue veins were prominent. Cavarodossi was leaning forward, resting on the arm of the couch. He was devouring every word, but did not speak. " He has not a dollar in the world," she went on, after a pause, her full, red lips curled with con temptuous scorn, " and he has sold nearly all of his paintings and other art works. For a year I sup ported him ; then his creditors hounded him so per sistently that he decided to leave Paris and come to America and seek a fortune, but he was too proud to come as the beggar that he was, and I sold my jewels, my horses, my carriage, and raised money from every man who had a franc to throw away, and gave it all to him. He said he was coming here to work, and then he would send for me, and I, like a simpleton, believed him. He went to see his uncle and said that he was going to tell him of his good inten tions, but I know now what he did tell the Duke, that he was coming to America in search of an heiress. He told me that Castelnau had promised to receive him, when he could return to France with money enough to pay his debts and restore his hon orable name." "Why doesn t he sell his castle?" asked Cavaro dossi. " His castle ! " She laughed. " He doesn t own one. It belongs to his uncle, who promised him a home in it some time ago, if he would be at least half-way respectable and marry a woman who could 158 THE FLAME help him recover his social position. When he started for America, he promised to write me by every steamer and give me a full account of his doings, but he lied to me when he did write, and soon his letters ceased. For seven months I waited in vain for a word from him ; then I started for Amer ica, not only to -find him and learn the truth, but to get back the money he owes me. I thought perhaps good luck had come to him, and that for this reason he wrote no more. The last address he gave me was the Fairmont Hotel; so when I arrived, I went there and found him ! " She paused and there was triumph in her tone. " I had not believed him so low," said Cavarodossi, with disgust and contempt. " No," she answered, " he has a sweet, gracious manner, and I believe I really did love him a little until I saw Janos again. Then my heart with all its passion cried out to him, my first, my only true love. I might have been his wife now ! " She fell back against the pillows and buried her face in them. Cavarodossi gazed at her with compassion. " Have courage," he gently said. She drew up quickly. " Courage for what? Janos is lost to me forever. But, yes, I have cour age," she added with a sudden burst of rage and hatred, " courage to brand Bourbon in America and take him back to Paris, ruined, dishonored. This is my determination." " What is to become of Miss Rolfe? " asked Mario, trying to subdue the interest in his voice. THE FLAME 159 " You know that he wants to marry her, don t you?" She leaned closer to him and studied him sharply. He nodded. " I believed it from the first," she said, " but he denied it. To-night I saw for myself. An ac cepted lover could not have been more attentive than he, and he treated her with a deference that he never has shown me, because she is a respectable girl in a high position." Camille s eyes burned dangerously and all the color fled from her indignant face. " He told Dubois that he was going to take her to the opera to-night, and Dubois let it slip while I was at luncheon with him to-day ; so I went to the theater to learn the truth and act accordingly." "What do you mean?" Mario asked with con cern. She leaned still closer to him. " Dubois says that the Rolfes give receptions and entertainments and employ musicians and singers. He says there is some talk of their giving one soon. I want you in a disinterested way to tell Mr. Rolfe about me. Get me into the house; I ll do the rest. I can t trust Dubois with my scheme; he is too simple and bun- gling." " No," Mario said, firmly. " I can t do this for you. Strike Bourbon in some other way, but don t bring disgrace and public suffering to Miss Rolfe. It would be most unkind and unnecessary." Camille s trembling hand stole out and clutched Mario s arm. " You won t help me? " she slowly asked. 160 THE FLAME " Yes, in any way but this. You mustn t be reck less. Think of the girl." " I am thinking of her. No doubt she loves him, although the public doesn t know it, and it will take a rude shock to awaken her." " No, you are mistaken. She is innocent and unsuspecting, but we can make her understand what he is and reject him without her brother and the world knowing of her folly." " You don t know him as I do," she said, warn- ingly. " He may persuade her into a secret mar riage. He is a practiced deceiver and enticer, and his influence is dangerously hypnotic. Beware that he doesn t trick her and you." Cavarodossi, pale and excited, rose and walked to the farther end of the room. She watched him with catlike slyness and a gleam of triumph crept into her eyes. " No, no," he said, at last. " She would not yield to his base persuasion. She has too high an idea of honor and too great a love for her brother." " You think so," Camille returned, with a know ing smile, " but you don t understand his influence and his poisonous charm. Remember, she is igno rant of the world." Cavarodossi vehemently shook his head. " No," he insisted, " she will not yield to him." Camille rose and caught his arm, as he came back to her. " Then help me. It is but little that I ask of you." " It is a great deal. Mr. Rolfe would keenly feel the disgrace of having the Prince denounced in his THE FLAME 161 home, because his sister would be crushed and she could not hide it, and I cannot prove myself un worthy of the trust he has in me. Let us think of something else." Camille s sharp eyes studied him and she knew that he would not yield. She would try another way. Bourbon must be publicly stripped of his honor and dignity. " Very well," she said after a pause. " I ll try and think of another plan." " Then I ll help you," he promised. " Miss Rolfe must be saved." " We alone can do it," Camille returned. " Yes, we and Janos." " Janos ! " she exclaimed. " Janos ! That name is forever in my mind. Night and day it will not leave me. You don t know what it is to be cursed with a hopeless love. It is the price that I must pay for my folly, my ambition." She pressed her hand to her tired eyes from which the fire had suddenly died. " I am going to leave you," Mario said, gently. " Go to bed and sleep and forget the past and the present. Bourbon is a beastly scoundrel and we ll see that he gets his pay, but forget him now." She held out her hand. "You are my friend?" she asked. 4 Yes. I wish I could protect you from all harm and suffering." She gratefully smiled. " You are kind to me. Good-night ! " Her eyes were calm as he never before had seen 162 THE FLAME them. It made him apprehensive, and he went away with fear in his heart. He kept asking himself if she had yielded so easily to his better judgment, or had she deceived him? He went home, but no sleep came to him that night. His only thoughts were of Jean Marie s vile life and the dangerous fascination that he had cast over Gwendolyn. CHAPTER XII AFTER having supper at the Rolfe home, Jean Marie left very well satisfied with the success of his evening s entertainment. He knew that he had conquered Gwendolyn completely, and he was vain enough to believe that his title and personal at tractiveness were of sufficient consequence to capti vate Richard in time. He could not believe it possi ble that a plebeian American millionaire would not succumb eventually to a highly cultured European nobleman, especially one bearing the exalted title of a prince. He was already figuring on his uncle s delight when he could send the Duke an announce ment of his engagement to a fifty-million-dollar heir ess. With a contented smile, Jean Marie stretched him self out in a lounging chair in his reception-room at the Fairmont, and with luxurious ease and satis faction, puffed leisurely at his expensive cigarette. He had planned a most alluring future. Gwendolyn would be plunged into the whirl of a social life, and this would give him his liberty, so that he could live as when a bachelor. They would make their home at Versailles with his highly-respected and moral uncle, and Jean Marie would find it necessary to spend much of his time in Paris. Gwendolyn was so inno cent that he could deceive her easily, especially if he 163 164 THE FLAME was loving and romantic when with her. He had no intention of being a stern master, because it would be more agreeable to have her gay, and in this way, through her, he could count upon his uncle s favor, knowing that Gwendolyn was the kind of girl who would please the Duke. A slow smile curved Jean Marie s lips as he thought of the riotous living in which he could in dulge when he would have fifty millions at his dis posal. All the women of Bohemian Paris would be at his feet, but the one he coveted most of all was the glowing, capricious Camille. , . . Camille! The thought of her gave him a most unpleasant shock. He had not seen her since the meeting with Gwendolyn at Pastori s. That night he and Ca mille had had a stormy scene and he had left her in a rage, vowing that he never again would see her, but he knew that his vow was meaningless, because, as she had pointedly reminded him, he was abso lutely within her power, and the wisest course he could follow would be to make peace with her again. If she chose, she could in one interview with Gwen dolyn or her brother, rob Jean Marie of his golden future. He well knew her desperate, reckless char acter, but, to a certain extent, his own love for money blinded him to the fact that she would not be dazzled by the prospect of having fifty million dollars almost within her reach. He must come to some understanding with her at once. He would try to stimulate her love for him, and if he did not succeed, he would try to buy her off ; but should this last device fail him THEFLAME 165 Jean Marie sat rigidly erect and gave his ciga rette a vicious bite. The mild light died in his eyes, and stern, hard lines killed the sweet amiability in his face. He would rid himself of her, if she would not yield willingly ; he would force her, he would cast her from his path. With a throbbing heart and blood beating at his temples, he rose and began to pace the floor. Yes, he would remove her, if she would not submit. It would be the only way. He had no one else to fear, because, even though he might win Richard s consent, he would not let his engagement to Gwendolyn be announced until Feleki had left the city. He would go to-morrow and see what terms he could make with Camille, but he would not let a woman from the Latin Quarter of Paris dominate him, the bearer of a great title. Although he had deserted Camille many times, she fascinated him as no other woman could, and the fascination never would have cooled had he not known that he always could return to her. He was proud of her beauty, of her grace, and her voice, and now that he was about to acquire a vast fortune, he wanted her more than ever, because she was the undisputed queen of Bohemian Paris and she would know how to be the regal mistress of millions. He would give her a luxurious home in Paris, in which she could con gregate the gay nobility, the wealth, and the celeb rities of the French capital. This always had been his ambition and now it could be fulfilled. But would Camille fail him? Would she refuse to ac cept money gained through his marriage? She al- 166 THE FLAME ways had fought such a suggestion, but he was tempted to believe that she would yield now that the golden prize was near at hand. Although it seemed incredible to him that she would hesitate at fifty millions, yet there was an uncertainty that kept rising in his heart. If she would not accept his proposition, and if he could not buy her off, she would be his most dangerous enemy, and her venge ance, like a raging tornado, would pursue and crush him. But he would foil her. He would rid himself of her as he would crush a worm beneath his foot. He feared no consequences, and he would hesitate at nothing, being absolutely unscrupulous. But he wanted Camille, and he wanted to know that he could win her in spite of all opposition on her part. Yet, if she were obstinate He drew a sharp breath, and thrusting his hands down deep into his pockets, continued to pace the floor. Finally, with a vortex of passion surging through him, he went to bed, but he slept no more that night than did Cavarodossi. When Jean Marie rose in the morning, he was impatient and curt to Fra^ois, and he barely touched his breakfast. His nerves were in a tumult, and to calm them, he increased his customary use of absinthe. Then he debated whether he should call on Camille so early and let her know of his anxiety to see her, or should he wait until after eleven o clock and let it appear that he had called to take luncheon with her. He regarded the latter plan more in accord with his princely dignity. It would not do to be too humble and anxious. THE FLAME 167 When Celeste opened the parlor door, Jean Marie found Camille, in a white morning gown, arranging some Marechal Niel roses in a large vase. Her back was half turned to the door, and, as he en tered, she threw him a glance over her shoulder, that seemed most unpropitious to his success, but he went forward with a radiant smile, and bending kissed her round, white arm. He was happily aware that she did not shrink from him. A triumphant, hateful light glittered in her eyes as they rested upon his stooping figure, but when he raised his head, her glance was mellow with a tender reproach, and a thrill shot through him. " Forgive my horrid temper the last time we met," he said in his sweetest and most apologetic tone. She smiled ambiguously, and he deemed it best to say no more. He raised one of the roses and inhaled its delicate perfume. "Who sent you these?" he asked with his custo mary familiarity and interest. " Dubois." Jean Marie laughed lightly. " Is the trigger fish growing romantic? These roses mean adoration, yours heart and soul ! He must be very amus- ing." Camille smiled, good-naturedly. " He is, and even his company is acceptable now that you leave me alone." " Have you missed me? " There were a sudden ardor and sentiment in his voice. 168 THE FLAME " As a child misses its toy." She gave him a cold, defiant glance ; then her eyes softened, and laughing with a purring sweetness, she slipped her arm through his, but she had chilled him and she knew it. " I can t ask you to be kind to me," he returned with forced repentance, " because I have been cruel to you." " Cruel to me ! " she echoed, and the words fell tremulously from her quivering red lips, but as poig nant as the meaning was, it did not affect him, al though he understood. " Yes, dear, I did speak cruelly to you after our return from Pastori s, but you must acknowledge that you were exasperatingly impudent," and he laughed lightly. " Let us kiss and forgive." She made no resistance as he folded her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, but she smiled with almost ironical amusement as he drew away. " Sit down, Jean," she said, breezily, " and tell me how you have been spending your time. There are some cigarettes on this table if you can un earth them. Celeste hasn t straightened the room yet. You are an early caller, but, no," as she glanced at the clock, " it is half after eleven. I didn t know it was so late." She went on arranging the flowers, stepping back now and then to view them. Her gracious, familiar tone immediately set Jean Marie at ease, and dropping into a chair, he helped himself to one of his own cigarettes. As he sat slowly and daintily rolling it between his slender THE FLAME 169 fingers, he studied Camille with a sort of puzzled curiosity. There was more color than usual in her cheeks, and her eyes had an added brilliancy. In the two days that they had been separated, her beauty seemed to have increased and blossomed with a new glowing intensity. Every movement of her hands and body seemed electrified with a nervous vigor and abandonment. He wondered what had changed her, what had kindled this new fire in her blood. It stirred him and intensified his infatuation for her. She was the queen of queens. Camille felt his enraptured gaze, and permitted him, with apparent unconsciousness, to satiate him self with adoration. " Well, how have you spent your time? " she pres ently asked, setting the vase in the center of the table, and taking a chair opposite him. He tore his eyes away from her, and leisurely striking a match, lighted his cigarette. " I ve been moping," he said. " Could I do any thing but pine when I am not with you? " She smiled. " You were not wasted away when I arrived from France," she said, putting her elbow on the arm of the chair, and, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, tilted back her head and studied him with mocking, half-closed eyes. " No," he answered, " not wasted away, but hop ing, praying, watching for the opportunity to make a fortune and return to you." " You promised that you would send for me to come here." " Yes, but I had changed my mind. America is 170 THE FLAME no place for a European nobleman. The people neither understand nor appreciate nobility." Camille laughed lightly. " Really, Jean, I must defend the Americans. I think any man is appre ciated here if he has true valor and proves himself to be something more than ordinar}^ Of course, you can t expect a mere title to appeal to the true- spirited republicans. A man must be up and doing something worth while to satisfy them." " Up and doing something ! " he scornfully re peated. " Surely, Camille, you don t expect me to become plebeian, do you?" She elevated her brows with mild surprise. " Didn t you intend to do work of any kind when you came here? How did you expect to make a living for yourself and for me? " He was busily adjusting the mouthpiece on his cigarette, and did not glance up. She smiled sar castically. " I didn t know," he presently returned, " but we hear in Europe that gold is easily gathered in America. It is an absurd fable. The only way a nobleman can make a fortune in this country is by marrying an heiress." He did not glance at her im mediately, but when he did, he saw a strangely de fiant glitter in her eyes. " That is not the way by which you can make a fortune, Jean," she said in a very quiet but decided tone. He carelessly laughed. "Why not? You know that whatever I gain is half yours, more than half." " As I have told you before, Jean, money acquired THE FLAME 171 in such a way would have no value for me and I wouldn t accept it. You are mine and I won t give you to another." He leaned forward and love flared in his eyes. " I don t want you to renounce me. I love you, Ca- mille, only you. No other woman can hold me. You know it. I ll never desert you again." " So you are playing to win Miss Rolfe," she said, sitting erect and ignoring his words. He shrugged with annoyance. " Why do you constantly refer to her? " " Because I understand your game. Why should you have been in such a rage at me after our meeting with her at Pastori s if it were not that you are try ing to win her? Would Janos have been so angry if I had called him by his Christian name in her pres ence? No, because he is not trying to ensnare her." " How do you know that he is not? " Jean asked with a spiteful light in his eyes. " I rarely call on Miss Rolfe without finding Feleki there." Camille gave him a quick glance. " Is he intimate at the house?" " Surprisingly so," he sneered. A gleam of triumph shot into her eyes, but she veiled them with her long lashes. " I am speaking of you, Jean," she said. " I won t share you with another." His voice softened as he asked, " Do you love me so much? " " You are mine ! " was all she said. There was no love in her tone, and Jean Marie detected it with troubled surprise. 172 THE FLAME " Then you wouldn t bless my nuptials ? " he care lessly asked. " Never ! " It rang out with vehemence and de cision that stifled his hope of ever having her the peerless ornament of his Parisian home. But his hope died hard, because, as he sat before her and studied her perfection, he could not bring himself to giving her up without a struggle. She strongly satisfied his, highly cultured sense of beauty and she also was intellectually the woman he desired. They had been together so long that she seemed a part of himself, and now that he faced the renuncia tion of her, he faltered. He could not realize that she was lost to him. He would not let it be the end. She had said that he was hers, anil his heart cried out that she was his. He forced a laugh, but it was unsteady. " As long as we are indulging in fables," he said, " let us carry it a little further. Suppose it should happen that I loved you no more, remember, I am only saying suppose, because that never could be a reality, how much money would you demand as the price of my freedom? " She sprang to her feet and rage swept through her with a force that swayed her. The fire in her eyes gave them a reddish hue, and the blood fled from her face, leaving it ashen. " You dare " she burst forth, but the tempest within her choked her voice. " You dare to ask the price I demand for giving you your freedom! In my youth and folly, I gave you all I had to give, and you swore that you would love and cherish me till THE FLAME 173 death. How have you protected me from tempta tion and insults? What have you made of me! And now you ask the price of your freedom ! There is no price. You gave yourself to me and you are mine till death, till death. As long as there is a breath of life in my body, I will claim you. The price I demand is yourself. There is nothing else that I will accept. You are mine, not only by your own giving, but because I have bought and paid for you." Jean Marie s blood was afire, and inwardly he was trembling with outraged pride and defeat, but he mastered his feelings and showed her nothing but cold assurance. Even through the overwhelming force of his rage there stole the vivid realization of her wild, almost barbaric beauty. He never had seen her in such a fury, and while he was maddened by her words, he was fascinated by her glowing, animal strength and power. Must he rob himself of the chance of ever again making her his own? She never had been so bewitching. Her loveliness never had so intoxicated him. Under the spell of her dominant force, he would have caught her in his arms, but her rich, lashing voice rudely aroused him. " You can t deceive me by calling these proposi tions that you have made fables. I understand it all. You are courting Miss Rolfe, and she either has accepted you or you are very sure that she will. I saw you with her last night at the opera." " You were there? " he broke in. " Yes, and if you were her fiance, you could not 174 THE FLAME have been more attentive, and forgetful of all else but her. You have tried to make me believe that she loves Cavarodossi. I wish it were true, for she is worthy of a decent man." His hands clenched with a jerk. f You are most complimentary," he sneered, with cutting sarcasm. She leaned towards him, resting one hand on the table. " Did you believe that you could buy me? " He shrugged. " I didn t want to believe it. I love you, Camille, and I want you and you alone. I m not engaged to Miss Rolfe, and there is no pros pect that I ever shall be, but suppose I were, would you desert me when all of her millions would be at your command? Think of the luxurious life we could lead ! " He sighed. She impatiently waved her hand to silence him. " You know my answer." He carelessly laughed. " You ll never change ? " "Never!" Jean Marie fastened a devouring gaze upon her. She had sealed her own doom, he told himself, but he could not conquer the longing for her love. His turbulent emotions and the struggle to suppress them were wearing dangerously on his overwrought nerves. His love for gold and his infatuation for Camille were tearing his heart asunder. He dared not remain longer in her presence, for he was losing control of himself, and he feared for what he might do. His final decision must be made when he was in a more tranquil state of mind and away from her. He rose. " I m sorry we have quarreled again," he said, THE FLAME 175 smothering his emotions, " and I regret having spoken of this imaginary fortune. Such hot dis putes will ruin our happiness should this fabulous wealth ever materialize." He smiled. " It never will," she firmly answered. He shrugged. " Whenever I speak of wealth, it is always for your sake." " I m not particular how you make money, Jean, but not a dollar of it can come through another woman." " My jealous little beauty ! " He playfully slipped his arm about her, that she might not believe him deeply stirred. " We are going back to Paris together," she said, looking him full in the eyes ; " so forget this Ameri can gold." " I can t go. There would be no welcome for me unless I had great wealth." She smiled, and closed her eyes that he might not see the gleam of satisfaction in them. 66 Poor Jean ! " she murmured in a purring tone. He abruptly drew away. " Good-by ! I must go. I promised to lunch with some friends at the club." He took up his hat. She caught his arm and turned him towards her. " Don t forget what I have said. I ll never change." Her eyes burned him through. She need not have told him to remember. When he left her, he hurried back to the Fairmont, fearing that he might meet some acquaintance on the street, and he knew that he would betray his agitation. Reaching his bedroom, he threw himself into a chair. 176 THE FLAME Which did he yearn for the more, money or Camille? He could feel even now the fascination of her presence. It stole over him; it mastered him; it was a living force. She was his, and he was posi tive that she never would desert him so long as he did not marry. But the fortune! He knew that his longing for Camille was a mad intoxication, and he knew also that when her youth and beauty would be gone, he would be sobered and care for her no more. Then he would be without money, without position, without the luxuries that were dear to him. He believed that in time he could conquer his longing for her. There were many more charming women in the world, but as he realized that the end was near, his infatuation deepened and her beauty al lured him. His heart fought for her, as Ulysses fought to break the ropes that bound him that he might plunge into the sea in pursuit of the Sirens, and destruction. Jean Marie knew that it would mean destruction to him to cling to Camille and renounce Gwendolyn s fortune. He thought of what he could do when returning to Paris with great wealth, how he could reestablish the position to which his noble birth entitled him, how he could repay those who had slighted him after his downfall. He could be the king of Bohemia, and he knew how to reign ! What was the possession of one woman compared with such a life as this! He tossed back his head and laughed aloud. Yes, it was wealth in preference to Camille, and she had sealed her own doom. CHAPTER XIII JANOS suffered a rude shock when his valet handed him an envelope bearing Camille s char acteristic handwriting. For a moment he clutched it and a tumult of emotions battled in his heart. He had not forgotten her writing; he could not, it was so like the woman herself, dashing, bold, impetu ous. The same perfume that had agitated him and aroused memories of the past when he had entered her parlor with Cavarodossi, rose now from the paper and stirred him. He tore open the envelope, but hesitated before drawing forth the letter. What had made her write to him? It must be something of unusual moment, and he almost feared to read it. Reluctantly he unfolded the paper. Jdnos : I am writing to you, not for myself, but in behalf of a friend of yours and Cavaro- dossi s. I must see you. Come to me as soon as possible after receiving this. An innocent child is in peril, and we must save her. You understand, don t you? I am counting upon your aid. Forgive this liberty I am taking. In haste, CAMILLE. 177 178 THE FLAME The letter surprised him and he read it twice. There was no tenderness in it, no reference to the past. He was grateful for her forbearance, as Ca- mille shrewdly knew he would be. She knew that if she wrote to him with more familiarity than the merest acquaintance might manifest, he never would go to her. It was the morning after her scene with Jean Marie. She understood now that he had won Gwen dolyn, and that if she, Camille, would accept the money he could offer, it was his intention to buy her off. The infamous proposition he had made, in flamed her hatred for him. Did he believe her so unprincipled? She would repay him for his insults, and it gave her a thrill of satisfaction when she thought how he dreaded returning to Paris without wealth. The jealousy of Gwendolyn that she had felt at first had been drowned in the whirlpool of venge ance that was surging through her. Cavarodossi had failed her in her scheme to enter the Rolfe home, but she had not abandoned the idea, as Mario feared she would not. It had stimulated her determination to carry out her plan when Jean Marie had told her that Janos was intimate at the Rolfe home. He could help her, and she did not consider that he might refuse, when he would be saving Gwendolyn and ruining the Prince. Camille felt impelled to act quickly, for she was certain that danger was concealed beneath Jean Ma rie s cold assurance. It was not like him to be calm when disgrace and defeat were confronting him, but THE FLAME 179 she knew that to trap him, she must pretend not to doubt his sincerity. She was troubled in wondering what trickery he was planning. Feleki hurriedly ate a light breakfast and started to Camille s hotel. What did she know concerning Gwendolyn, and how did she intend to save her? It deeply troubled him, but not more than the breaking of his determination not to see Camille again. He knew how painfully his heart would throb when he would be near her, but it was for the sake of right eousness and Gwendolyn, and he did not hesitate in his duty. When he arrived at the hotel, he paused at the entrance, that he might gain better control over him self and again, as he stood before her door, he paused and braced himself, as if about to undergo physical pain. He could feel the color in his cheeks slowly creeping away, and he knew that his eyes were glittering with an unnatural brilliancy. His heart was hammering loudly as he knocked on the door, and a strange choking sensation gripped him as Celeste appeared and asked him to enter. He thought no more of Gwendolyn nor of Jean Marie, but was conscious only that he was in the apartments of Diane Godin, his dead ideal. Walking to the farther end of the room, he stood facing the piano, and waited. His hands were clutching the back of the chair ; his muscles were drawn to a tension. He heard a light step, but a few seconds passed before he turned. In this momentary lapse, Camille had crushed down the love that had flooded her eyes. She knew 180 THEFLAME that her only hope lay in meeting him without emo tion. " I thank you for coming," she quietly said. She did not take a chair near him, nor did she purposely arrange the graceful folds into which her soft pink gown fell. She knew that he had no love for her as Camille Dubray, and she had no intention of trying to ensnare him. Through her own folly she had lost him, and she yielded, believing that he never again could find peace and happiness with her. Not only had she killed his faith in her; his respect had perished with it. Yet not one of these miserable thoughts was visible in her face as she sat before him. " How can I serve you? " he asked, restraining his emotion. " It is my intention to save Miss Rolfe from Bour bon, and you can help me." Janos hesitated. He would not lend himself to a petty revenge. " Do you believe that he is trying to win her? " he asked. " I know it." He misunderstood the passion in her eyes. " I don t see how I can help you," he said. " I want to gain an entrance to the Rolfe home." Janos looked at her, astonished. " Do you wish me to take you there ? " " Yes, but not as a friend. I want you to secure me an engagement to sing at their next musicale." Janos leaned forward in his anxiety. " What do you expect to do to Miss Rolfe? " THE FLAME 181 " I am going to tell her what kind of a man Bour bon is." Her voice slightly trembled. Feleki was silent, wondering why Camille with her daring did not go alone to call on Gwendolyn. Why did she wish to drag him into this affair? Camille surmised his thoughts, and said, quickly: " You must understand me. I do not wish to see Miss Rolfe privately. It is in the midst of many people that I want to denounce Bourbon. This ex pose is for the public, not for the girl alone." The fire, the hatred in her eyes were unmistakable. Janos gripped the arms of his chair. " You don t love him ? " he quickly asked. "Love him?" she scoffed. "No, a thousand times no. All the affection I felt for him in the past has turned to the most bitter scorn. What has he done that would inspire love and respect? I was mad when I went away with him, but I am sane now and I know what he is. All he wants of Miss Rolfe is her millions, that he may continue his gay life in a more lavish manner, but I am going to thwart him. He never will have the chance to ruin another woman s life as he has ruined mine." Her voice rang out with defiance and resolution, then suddenly her head sank forward and she covered her face with her hands, Feleki s eyes were riveted upon her and his heart overflowed with compassion, but he felt no impulse to take her in his arms. It was an ever present pang that she was no longer Diane Godin. He could bring himself to forgive, but not to forget. She loved Bourbon no more! If she intended to leave 182 THE FLAME him and live a good life, Janos would do all he could to help her. " Have you quarreled with Bourbon and separated from him? " he presently asked. She raised her head with a quick toss. " No. We always are quarreling, but he doesn t understand how I despise him, and he never will know. He is mine and I am going to keep him, because he is all I have to call my own." She saw that there was no accession of love in his eyes, nor had she expected to find it. " But let us not speak of this," she quickly added. " Will you take me to the Rolfe home? " Feleki shook his head. " I can t do that, espe cially now that Miss Rolfe has seen you at Pastori s with Bourbon. It would be a most unkind thing for me to do. I feel a friendship for her and a sym pathy, because she is so innocent, and if Bourbon has won her, as I fear he has, I want to save her, but in a more kindly way. No one can make her understand what he is as you can, but go to her privately and tell her all that you have to dis close." " I am thinking of something besides the girl," Camille said impatiently. " I want to see Bourbon disgraced, humiliated. He deserves something more than punishment and disappointment in secret." " Yes, that is true," Janos said with a thrill of satisfaction, " but if you denounce him publicly, aren t you afraid that he will leave you forever? " " No, he can t, for he hasn t a dollar that he can call his own. I have been supporting him for a long time and he knows that if he leaves me, he must THE FLAME 183 acknowledge to the world that he is a beggar. He has no other way of getting money." She scorn fully smiled. A look of abhorrence and disgust crossed Feleki s face, but he said: " If you are determined to denounce him publicly, find some other place in which to do it. Let her hear of it, read of it in the newspapers, but don t let her see it. It would be cruel and unnecessary." Camille shrugged, but did not answer. " You will think of some other way, won t you? " he anxiously asked. " If I can. Paris knows him, and I want America to understand what kind of a man is his exalted Highness, the Prince de Bourbon," she sneered. Janos studied her with a throbbing heart. The defiance, fire, energy of her young days were still apparent, and strengthened. Camille could not endure his steady gaze, and rising, turned to the center table and began nervously to handle some of the ornaments. He rose and went towards her. " You under stand, don t you, that I am with you for success in whatever you undertake? It will be a noble deed, if it is rightly done." He hesitated, then held out his hand. Camille, forgetful of all else, turned and seized it. " Janos ! " she exclaimed, in a quivering tone, and bending, kissed his hand. Her lips lingered a mo ment. " This is indeed a touching scene ! " said an angry voice, vibrant with cutting sarcasm. 184 THE FLAME Camille drew up and swung round. Jean Marie stood in the bedroom door, his eyes ablaze. After leaving Camille the day before, the thought of ridding himself of her had not left Jean Marie. At first ridding himself of her had had a rather vague meaning in his mind. It meant only the end, but he had not decided what " the end " would be. Yet not many hours had passed before he had made a definite plan. He always carried with him a small vial of cyanide of potassium. He had kept the poison, because he was what he styled " a man of re sources," and he felt a repulsion for firearms. After making his decision in preference for Gwen dolyn s fortune, he did not change although the long ing for Camille kept returning, and it shocked him to know that he was planning to take her life. Would Gwendolyn s millions lose any of their charm when Camille would be cold in death? Jean Marie shuddered and realized that he could not quiet his longing for her, but he fought the fascination, he paced the floor, and he audibly ridiculed himself for his folly. A hundred times he asked himself, " What is one woman compared with wealth? " and he would not listen to the murmur in his heart. He kept re peating, " I don t love her ! It is only a mad intoxi cation." He had reasoned with himself, struggled with himself, and roused his determination to such a tension that, until he paused to reflect, he was con vinced that wealth was all he cared for on earth. He THE FLAME 185 would not let himself see the vision of Camille cold, white, and forever still. When he could forget her charm, he reveled in the anticipation of returning to Paris with millions, and he shuddered at the thought of being forced to go back penniless, as he must if he yielded to Camille s fascination. He was too proud to work in America and thus throw a plebeian stain upon his great name. The Latin Quarter was preferable to that. All night he weighed the preference between the woman and the fortune, and he knew that wealth would give him a lasting benefit. In the morning, he decided to go and see Camille, because he could not let her suspect that he had changed. He wished that he could keep away from her until the final day, but this would not be good policy. He intended to kill her while Feleki was in the city ; then he would tell of her early love for the violinist and start the rumor that desperation and despondency had caused her to take her own life. He went to her hotel feeling that he had control of himself. She had sealed her own doom and he was not to blame for what she had forced upon him. What right had a woman of low birth to defy him? Had he not the privilege to cast off a cafe singer whenever it would suit his pleasure? Other men had taken women from the Latin Quarter and deserted them when they were no longer alluring. Why should not he? She was vastly overstepping the limits of her power. He fired himself with resent ment, and when he reached the corridor leading to 186 THE FLAME her rooms, he felt that he was master of the situa tion. On coming to her bedroom door, he found it open and the room empty. He entered just as Camille exclaimed, " Janos ! " The ardor and grief in her voice overturned Jean Marie s reason, and with a torrent of insane jealousy sweeping through him, he bounded to the door and confronted them. When Camille whirled round and saw him, she shrank away from Janos. How much of their con versation had Jean Marie overheard? Feleki drew himself up and coldly surveyed the Prince, who, with a struggle to master himself, came forward, saying, sneeringly: " I trust I have not interrupted a private tete-a- tete." " No, I was about to leave." Feleki spoke calmly ; his nerves suddenly had become steady. Camille saw nothing but jealousy in Jean Marie s eyes and it partly reassured her. Ignoring his pres ence, she turned to Janos and said: " Good-by. I ll not detain you any longer." He graciously bowed, and taking up his hat, went towards the door. As he reached it, he turned to Jean Marie and made a formal inclination of his head. Camille opened the door for him. In Jean Marie s jealous madness, he imagined that he detected a look of sympathetic understanding be tween Camille and Janos. All of his pent-up emo tion, the struggle that he had had with himself, his desperation at losing Camille, were ignited by this THE FLAME 187 imaginary glance and burned within him like a rag ing fire. With an oath, he dashed towards Feleki, who had stepped out into the corridor, but before he could reach him, Camille closed the door and threw herself against it. " By God, I ll " Jean Marie caught his breath. "You ll what? Make a scene? If you do, I ll have you arrested." Her proud head was raised with cold defiance. " So, you would rob me of the Rolfe millions while you are trying to ensnare Feleki ! " Jean Marie stood threateningly before her. She laughed, tauntingly. " Then you acknowl edge that you are playing to win them ! " He drew a hard breath. " No. I am referring to the fables of yesterday." She laughed again. " Do you think I m such a fool, Jean?" " Are you trying to re-awaken Feleki s love for you ? " he hotly demanded. " Oh, you are jealous! " she exclaimed with play ful amusement, " but you needn t be, because I m not unfaithful to you." Tipping back her head, she looked mockingly at him through her long lashes, and then, with serpentine grace, went close to him. " Don t be afraid that you ll lose me, Jean, because you won t, you can t ! " she sweetly said, and puck ering her full, red lips, enticingly held them up to him. His resolution to accept Gwendolyn s fortune was consumed and forgotten in the witchery of her beauty. He could not see beyond her ardent eyes 188 THE FLAME and alluring lips, and was disarmed by the force of her magnetic personality. Her fascinating gaze drew and held him, and with a hoarse, broken ex clamation, he caught her in his arms and roughly crushed her to his heart. " Jean ! " she murmured with a fervid little thrill in her voice, and her arms stole round him. Suddenly, with an oath, he wrenched himself from her grasp, and seizing his hat, but forgetting his cane, which he had dropped, flung open the door and hurried from the room, violently shutting the door behind him. Camille watched him with startled surprise, but when he was gone, she threw herself on the couch and laughed aloud with sarcasm and victory. CHAPTER XIV JEAN MARIE hurried on through the corridor, maddened, not only with disgust for his weak ness, but with the realization of Camille s bewitching power over him. Why had he not the strength to resist her enchantment? Why did he allow her per sonality to dominate him? In a rage, he went back to the Fairmont, knowing that he had made a fool of himself, and, although he had not heard Camille s laughter, he could feel the sting of it, for he knew she would ridicule him. Feleki s call on Camille gave Jean Marie a pre sentiment of danger. He believed that he under stood Janos well enough to know that it was not love that was making him seek her again. He was positive that Camille had been the cause of this meet ing. Perhaps she believed that Jean Marie had won Gwendolyn and she had asked Feleki to help her make the Prince s marriage impossible. If this were true, Feleki had now the opportunity to avenge him self for the wrong that Jean Marie had done him and Camille. The Prince could not understand Camille. For the first time since they had been together, he began to doubt the sincerity of her love for him. He had a sudden fear that her first meeting with Janos in .San Francisco had re-awakened the old love that 189 190 THE FLAME Jean Marie had believed was dead. If his supposi tion were true, he was in a desperate situation, stand ing between two advancing fires, without a way of escape. Feleki had free access to the Rolfe home and he had the advantage of Richard s friendship, which Jean Marie knew that he himself had not. It would be of no use for him to take Camille s life while Feleki was in the city. If she were con spiring against Jean Marie and Feleki had lent him self to her scheme, he would be more determined than ever to ruin the Prince, because, although Janos never could prove it, he would believe that Jean Marie had been the cause of her death. But how long must he wait before Feleki would leave the city? Janos had said one night in the Rolfe home that he would not begin his concert tour until December, when he would appear in New York. It was now only the first week in July, and he might remain these six months in San Francisco. If he did, Jean Marie knew that these months would be lost to him, because he now must be careful and not manifest in Feleki s presence anything deeper than friendship for Gwendolyn. And during this wasted time, Jean Marie was in danger of losing his influence over her, because he surmised that Richard was encouraging Cavarodossi to pay court to his sister, and Mario was a rival to be feared, especially since he had proved himself either too shrewd or too noble to yield to Camille s fascination. Jean Marie writhed inwardly when he thought that he must for some time take money from Camille. It was not outraged honor that rebelled against accept- THE FLAME 191 ing favors from her; it was vanity, because he be lieved that she would not be giving with her former generous love. He wondered what had brought her from France. Was it love, or desire to regain the money she had given him, or had she suspected by his months of silence that he was planning to betray her trust in his promise not to marry an heiress, but to earn money and send for her to come to him in America? It could not have been love altogether that had brought her to San Francisco, because she had belittled him here as she never had in Paris. He could not forget how she had given him money to pay for his paintings in the presence of Mr. Walsh, the art dealer. In France she never had so humili ated him. She always had been dangerous and he always had been on the alert for her unexpected moods and caprices, but never had she publicly ex posed his poverty and dependence upon her. The fears and doubts that were swarming his mind set his emotions in a turmoil and he knew that he must control himself, for Gwendolyn had invited him to dinner and he dared not let her suspect his agitation. He stood rigid for a moment and drew his muscles to a tension, then slowly and deliberately he went into his bedroom and took a glass of absinthe. He combed his hair with great precision, re-arranged his cravat, and brushed his clothes. Franois was not present. When he was ready to leave, he looked for his cane, and angrily remembered that he had left it in Camille s apartments. He started off for a brisk walk and it was more than an hour later that he went to his club for luncheon. His friends never had 192 THE FLAME seen him more amiable and jovial, but any one who knew him well would have known that his merriment was forced. Dubois thought that he detected a false ring in his gayety, but asked no questions. Perhaps His Highness was angry with Camille. He might be jealous, and Dubois wondered with some anxiety if he were the unhappy cause, but the Prince s friendly manner soon reassured him. " I saw you the other day with a very beautiful woman," said a gentleman to Jean Marie. " I think she was French." " Yes ? " The Prince elevated his brows with mild, inquiring surprise, but he slightly reddened. Another gentleman, noticing this, said with a sly smile : " Yes, rumor has it that the fair lady has ensnared you completely." The man was jesting, but Jean Marie did not per ceive that. His heart gave a sudden throb, and he soon left with another fear added to his burden. He never again would be seen with Camille in public. Suppose Mr. Rolfe should hear of her! It was half after three when he went to dress for dinner. He did not know whether there were to be other guests at Gwendolyn s home, and he intended to arrive early, that he might have an opportunity to see her alone and strengthen her love for him by still more strongly and poetically expressing his adoration for her. He was very particular how Fran9ois dressed him, and the valet was puzzled to understand what it could be that was making the Prince so irritable of late. It was an alarming sign THE FLAME 193 when His Highness lost his amiability for any length of time. When the butler admitted Jean Marie, he told him that Gwendolyn was not at home, but that Mr. Rolfe had just come in, and he took the Prince into the library, where Richard was reading. Jean Marie made some forcible comments mentally, but as this was the first time that he and Richard had been alone together, he must make a favorable impression. " I trust I am not interrupting an interesting story," he said, going forward, and giving Richard a cordial handshake. " No. I was studying rather than reading. It is a constant work for a business man to keep posted on the many questions that are always coming up. I am studying law at present." Richard s sharp gray eyes rested searchingly upon Jean Marie s dapper form and he wondered what it was about this dainty exquisite that attracted Gwen dolyn. There was nothing effeminate about Jean Marie, but to Richard, with his rugged strength and American vigor and bluntness, he seemed rather a toy than a man. He could not understand why his sister did not prefer Cavarodossi with his robust, commanding physique and his handsome, noble face. Richard never had met a man whom he liked better than Cavarodossi, because Mario seemed to him a hardy American with a European " polish." But perhaps there were manly traits in Jean Marie s character that he had not observed. " I ll sound him," he thought, " and see if he rings true." 194 THE FLAME Jean Marie, standing by the massive center table, daintily turned the pages of the book that Richard had laid down. His slender white hands strongly contrasted with Richard s, and the sturdy American realized more than ever before that there never could be a sympathetic feeling between the Prince and him self. The racial difference was too evident ; the be liefs and the self-centered education of the nobleman were too dissimilar to that of the true American for a harmonious understanding ever to exist. As Rich ard studied Jean Marie, he knew there was no bridge for the republican to cross that would bring him into the heart of the royalist. The barrier was insur mountable. Even the way in which Jean Marie dropped into the chair near Richard, showed an in dolence and a lack of purpose in life. Mr. Rolfe knew that to the Prince existence had no deeper mean ing than personal pleasure. " This must be uninteresting reading," Jean Marie said, with a languid smile. " Yes, but we can t always cater to our tastes. I know you regret not seeing my sister. She has gone to the matinee." " Oh ! " It was a mild exclamation, but Jean Marie was disgusted. He must remain alone with Richard for at least a half hour. " Miss Rolfe is a charming girl and you must be very proud of her," he earnestly added, dropping his slight drawl. Richard sighed. " Yes, poor girl, she is sweet." Jean Marie glanced at him with surprise. " Poor girl ! " he echoed. " It seems to me that she is more to be envied than pitied." T H E F L A M E 195 " One would think so, but she sometimes comes in contact with people who are destined to bring her un- happiness." Jean Marie shot him a quick look. " Is she so unfortunate? I don t understand." Richard was idly toying with a paper-cutter, and his eyes rested upon Jean Marie without any accus ing light in them, as he answered : " She is unfor tunate in always having some mercenary suitor after her. It makes the poor girl wretched at times, es pecially when someone in whom she has faith proves false." Jean Marie was entirely unprepared for this blunt response, and for a moment he did not know how to answer. " There are so many sincere people in the world, Mr. Rolfe, that I think their virtues atone for the vices in others," he presently said. " That may be, but for a sensitive girl like Gwen dolyn it is hard to battle with the disagreeable things in life. She is too trusting." Jean Marie shrugged with uncertainty. " She is very young and will soon learn." But he hoped that she would not. " I don t want her knowledge to come through a bitter experience, as I fear it must." Richard s frank tone had not changed, but Jean Marie was most uncomfortable, for he believed there was a personal thrust in Richard s words. " You are so occupied, Mr. Rolfe, that I suppose it is hard for you to give her the care she needs. Perhaps she will marry before long and thus relieve 196 THEFLAME you of all responsibility." Jean Marie regretted that he had let a tinge of sarcasm slip into his voice. " Yes, I suppose she will marry and I hope she doesn t make a mistake." There was a vehement ring in Richard s tone, but Jean Marie was affected only by the uncertainty of his success. " No doubt you have high ambitions for her mar riage, but don t believe that you are going to find a perfect man combined with an exalted position, for all of us are human, and that means not being above temptation." Jean Marie s expression was very grave. Richard paused. " Yes," he said, slowly, " I have high ambitions for her, but I don t think you under stand them. You speak of an exalted position, but I have no such thoughts for Gwendolyn s future hus band. I want him to be simply a good man and not too high in the social and financial world. I d rather he d be a little too far down the ladder, if there must be a fault, but with the pluck and ability to make his way up. I m a staunch admirer of the middle-class men, who are true, courageous, and willing to fight a battle in the world. There is a place for every one of them, and they are all heroes." Jean Marie sat very quiet, his lips tightly com pressed, struggling to subdue the anger that was rising within him. He knew Richard had told him this that he might understand that he never would be a pleasing and suitable brother-in-law, but he laughed to himself with exultant sarcasm when he thought how he would defy Richard and marry Gwendolyn without his consent. The only trouble lay in Rich- THE FLAME 197 ard s being the trustee of her estate. But he would marry her! She loved him, and he knew the art of enticement. Did this simple American believe he could thwart a clever Parisian nobleman? Jean Marie checked the sneer that was creeping to his lips. " Why do you wish your sister to marry a man who would be beneath her and yourself? " he asked with absolute control. " Such a man as I have described would not be be neath me. He would be any man s equal." Jean Marie calmly smiled and shook his head. Richard laughed. " Pardon me ! I should not expect you to agree with me when you are a royalist and I a republican. I fear we are very unlike in every way." Jean Marie raised a protesting hand. " Not so unlike that we cannot harmonize and become staunch friends, I hope." The Prince spoke in his most win ning manner. Richard politely bowed. " Thank you, but how are we to begin? Are you willing to yield to me, or are you going to ask me to surrender to you? It will be an awful struggle to make a royalist of me. I am stubbornly loyal to my colors." " I don t want you to renounce your colors, Mr. Rolfe, only let your flag have vertical stripes. It would signify a change of ideas." Richard laughed good-naturedly. " That is an impossibility," he said. " Then there can be no truce between us ? " Jean Marie closely eyed him. 198 THE FLAME Richard hesitated. "Well, I don t know that there need be war, exactly. But why don t you try your hand at being an American? Invest your money over here and learn to be a business man. It s steady work and sometimes a little monotonous, but, take it as a whole, it is a jolly good occupa tion." Jean Marie eyed him with surprise and disgust. His Highness, the Prince de Bourbon, to become a bourgeois ! The idea was preposterous. Then, with another quick glance at Richard, he wondered if he were being ridiculed. But if Richard suspected that he was penniless, there was no hint of it in his face. " I don t agree with you, Mr. Rolfe, about its being a jolly occupation. I never could be as clever as you. I think one must be born with a gift for fig ures and a love for commerce." " What would you do if you should lose your money? That would be the time that our middle- class man would step into the field and win." Jean Marie carelessly shrugged. " I ll trust to luck." Richard smiled and shook his head. " You never will be a republican, but Cavarodossi is one. He said the other day that the first thing a man should do is to learn how to make a living, so, if he ever is forced to fall back upon his own resources, he can support a wife and family. And that is my opin ion. We never can tell when Fate is going to trick us." " Really, Mr. Rolfe, you are quite a bourgeois ! " Jean Marie laughed lightly. He was positive now THE FLAME 199 that Richard was politely informing him that he need not pay court to Gwendolyn, and he knew also that Richard wished him to understand that Cavarodossi was the preferred suitor. Jean Marie thought again of these six critical months that he must lose if Feleki remained in the city, and his anger leaped into a flame, but he smothered it. He never could win Richard ; he must work to vanquish him. " You may call me anything you wish," Richard said, good-naturedly. " I don t try to disguise the fact that I m not an aristocrat, and Gwendolyn wasn t educated to be one either. Like all girls, she admires a true cavalier, but she is a full-fledged dem ocrat at heart." Richard turned towards the door. " I think I hear her now, so I ll leave you and dress for dinner. She ll be here in a moment." He rose and started from the room. " I m glad we have had this little chat," he said, turning back. " It has been very pleasant, and I think we understand each other better." Jean Marie rose. " Yes, I think we do," he suavely said, giving his most courtly bow, but as Richard disappeared, he clenched his fists and mut tered : " Imbecile ! " He was now figuring on a triple revenge. Richard, Janos and Camille were to be the victims. CHAPTER XV WHILE Feleki was in the city, Gwendolyn was anxious to give a musicale at her home to which she could invite two hundred or more of her acquaintances. Richard advised her to make ar rangements for the entertainment at once, because it was uncertain how long the violinist would remain in San Francisco. Mr. Rolfe knew that geniuses are erratic and he would not have been surprised to hear at any time that Feleki had suddenly left. Gwendolyn did not tell Jean Marie of her plans for the musicale. She wished to surprise him and told only Richard of the programme she was arrang ing and the number of artists who were to perform. For a week she had been working on the programme, selecting and combining the numbers she thought would be the most effective. It was the morning after Mr. Rolfe s conversa tion with Jean Marie, and Richard, feeling very well satisfied with himself and the unpleasant impression he knew that he had made upon the Prince, sat in the conservatory, reading the newspaper. Gwendolyn entered, bringing her programme. " Look, Dick," she said, giving him the paper, and sitting on the footstool by his chair. " What do you think of this? Can you suggest an improve ment? " Laying aside his newspaper, he gave the pro- 200 THE FLAME 201 gramme his serious attention. He had no knowledge of music, but was pleased by her faith in his judg ment. With childlike affection and trust, she laid her pretty blonde head against his arm while he read. For a moment his eyes rested lovingly upon her deli cate profile and her golden curls, and he felt a tight ening in his throat, realizing that this dubious French nobleman was designing to rob him of his little sister. He knew it was not love that was making the Prince seek her. Without any fear, he could give her into Cavarodossi s keeping, but Bourbon s He closed his eyes and frowned. " This is very interesting," he presently said, " and I congratulate you." He slipped his arm round her and she looked up and smiled. " I m glad you like it. I have asked Mr. Cavaro- dossi to sing. At first he refused, saying that he is only a musical dilettante, but I coaxed and begged, and finally he consented." " He would do anything for you, Gwen." Rich ard gave her an expressive glance. She blushed. " Well, he has promised and I know he ll keep his word. I have arranged for all the artists, but I can t decide on a soprano. I asked Mr. Cavarodossi if he knows of any one who could sing the operatic arias I have selected, but he doesn t. He thinks that I had better engage a soprano from the opera company, if I can. What would you do, Dick?" " A scene from " La Tosca " for tenor and so prano and a duet from " Rigoletto " for soprano and baritone, " he read. 202 THE FLAME " Yes," broke in Gwendolyn, " and I want the so prano to sing, My heart at thy sweet voice opens wide like the flowers which the morn s kisses waken, from Samson and Delilah. That is such a beauti ful, appealing aria. It will require a woman with a splendid voice." " Suppose I talk with Cavarodossi s friend, De Lu cia. I see you have his name down here for three Neapolitan songs. He may know of some soprano ; if he doesn t, he may be able to make arrangements with one of the opera singers. He is around the theater every night and knows all the artists." " Yes, do ask him," Gwendolyn quickly said. " I ll give him charge of the programme and he can en gage all the performers." " Very well. I ll take my luncheon to-day at the Italian restaurant where he usually goes, and if I see him, I ll give him this programme and let him make the arrangements." "Do you think I have allowed time enough?" Gwendolyn asked. " Surely ! A week is sufficient, and will have to be, since you have sent out your invitations," he laughed. " Won t it be lovely ! " She gleefully clapped her hands. " This is the largest musicale I ever have undertaken. Of course Monsieur Feleki will be the greatest attraction, and I hope he will feel in the mood to play ! " " I have no fear for him," returned Richard. * The only uncertain one is Bourbon. He seems to be growing capricious of late. Wasn t he uninter- THE FLAME 203 esting last night? He appears to have something troublesome on his mind. Did he tell you any thing? " " No, but he was rather quiet, wasn t he ? " Anx iety was in Gwendolyn s voice and her troubled eyes looked up searchingly into Richard s face. " I won der what can be the matter? " " It is hard to surmise. Noblemen seem to have a knack for getting into scrapes. They are so self ish and egotistical. Nobility isn t to my liking. These royal chaps have the ego too highly devel oped. Perhaps Bourbon is hard up. He may be wanting to borrow from you, Gwen. But look out ! He could swallow a million easier than he could a pill." " Oh, Dick ! " exclaimed Gwendolyn. " Don t be foolish! Of course he doesn t need money." Richard shrugged. " Time will tell," he said. " But be careful, Gwen. He is amiable and courte ous, but I feel he s dangerous. There is something too suave in his manner. Just compare him to Cav- arodossi ! There s a vast difference. Bourbon is too sweet and affable to be sincere. You think I am suspicious, Gwen, and perhaps it is a fault of mine, but I d rather make a mistake that way than be too trusting. Don t forget that he is a royalist, and between us there is a sea of blood for our cause. Don t cross that sea, Gwen, and show a disregard, a lack of appreciation, for our martyrs and heroes. We are not true Americans if we ally ourselves with foreign nobility. High-sounding titles and musty palaces shouldn t dazzle us. We have fought for 204 THE FLAME our freedom, and we mustn t show ourselves to be backsliders by courting our vanquished foe, royal oppression. Most of these noblemen do not feel a true respect for us; they can t, because for genera tions they have been taught to look down on a com moner, and this disrespect is born in them; it is an inheritance. They love our money, and perhaps some of them in these advanced days really do love and respect us, but it isn t so common a thing that we can have faith in all of them." " I know it, Dick, but there is nothing lofty nor egotistical about the Prince de Bourbon. He is po lite and courteous to every one." " Yes, but I can feel the disdain beneath his af fability," Richard protested, and with a quick burst of feeling, added : " It is plain enough, Gwen, that he is trying to win you, but don t yield to him, I beg. You can t possibly love him; the difference is too great. He can only dazzle you and arouse your desire to live in the romance and chivalry of the days when royalty was supreme. He can thrill you with his tales of mystery, adventure and glory, but this isn t love, dear girl; it is a play on your im agination, and you are tempted to treat it as a re ality, the same as when a child reads fairy tales, it has a vain hope that fairies and goblins really do exist and it loves to make pictures and live in this imaginary, roseate world. But don t be beguiled into this dreamland, Gwen. You would soon awaken and find that you could not be happy in his world. His palaces would be dungeons and the authority he would assert over you would be chains." THE FLAME 205 Gwendolyn listened with a mingling of sorrow and reproach, yet in her inmost heart there was the apprehension that left her only when Jean Marie was present. She feared that Richard s words might be true, for she knew the Prince s life in France must be very different from her American home training, but Jean Marie was sweet and gentle and his nature seemed incapable of harshness or tyranny. She knew that Richard understood the world better than she, yet she felt that he was prejudiced against Jean Marie and was unjust to him. " I m not going to let myself be chained," she presently said, with a little smile. " Don t fear for me, Dick, but I think you are a trifle unkind to the Prince de Bourbon. He always has been friendly with you, and I don t see that he ever has given you a cause to doubt him." " That is all the more reason why you should lis ten to me, since it is instinct that makes me sus picious of him. I don t want to preach to you, Gwen, only be careful, and don t be afraid to ana lyze and dissect this whole affair. Have you abso lute faith in him? " Gwendolyn hesitated and looked away. Richard felt a sudden thrill. The Prince had not won her completely. " I think, Dick," she said slowly and f alteringly, " that there always is a strange feeling where a for eigner is concerned. What shall I call it? A feel ing of alienship, perhaps. Maybe we have that doubt or anxiety, or whatever it is, because we are of a different race and education." 206 THE FLAME " Does Cavarodossi inspire you with any doubt or fear? " he asked. " No," she slowly admitted. " Somehow he seems different." " Yes, he does, and you must seriously analyze this difference." Richard patted Gwendolyn s cheeks, and glancing at his watch, rose. " I must go or I ll be late for an appointment. Shall I take this programme and give it to De Lucia? " " Yes, and tell him I must have the best soprano he can secure. Good-by ! " She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. When she was alone, she dropped into the chair Richard had left and she did analyze and dissect the difference between Cavarodossi and Jean Marie, and her better judgment gave the preference to Cavaro dossi, while her romantic nature and her sentiment succumbed to Jean Marie s fascination. Towards evening Richard telephoned to her that De Lucia had gladly consented to take charge of the programme and had suggested a scprano with a brilliant voice, just the kind Gwendolyn wanted, and Richard was going with him after dinner to hear the woman sing. CHAPTER XVI JEAN MARIE could not forget his unsatisfac tory meeting with Richard, and his feeling for the American had ripened into the most bitter hatred. He knew that Gwendolyn s character had not yet matured, and he wondered whose influence would be the stronger over her, his or her brother s. His vanity as well as his desperate need of her fortune tempted him to believe that his power would be the more potent. In the afternoon of the day following his dinner at Gwendolyn s, he realized with renewed determina tion how necessary was his marriage with her. He was presented with two bills amounting to two hun dred and fifty dollars for clothes and motor-car hire, and he had not the money with which to pay. Again he must go to Camille. There was no alternative. He could have borrowed from Dubois, and the little Frenchman would have lent gladly, even have given this sum to His Highness for the honor of favoring the bearer of so exalted a title, but Jean Marie dared not expose his poverty to his associates. Du bois might have some intimate friend in whom he would confide, and the starting of a rumor concern ing Jean Marie s poverty would mean his ruin. Mr. Rolfe would soon hear of it and cheerfully believe it. Jean Marie s first thought was to take Camille 207 208 THE FLAME out to dinner, but he changed his mind, realizing that he must not be seen with her in public. He de cided to call in the evening, and was anxious to post pone the disagreeable meeting as long as possible. He expected her to greet him with sarcastic amuse ment, and he did not know whether he could control his rage and humble himself to ask her for money. It was after nine o clock when he entered Ca- mille s hotel. Pride was dragging him back and ne cessity was forcing him onward. As he reached the corridor leading to her rooms, he heard her voice ringing out with all its passion and glory in an aria from "La Tosca," " Vissi d Arte." He abruptly halted and caught his breath. There was a new ring of triumph in her voice. Her dashing, brilliant soul was bursting from her lips without restraint, and Jean Marie could feel that she was glorying in her power. He was strangely stirred by her magnetism, as he stood in the corridor, wondering whether he should go on or turn back. But her voice drew him ; he must know what had intensified the passion in her art. As the song ended, a quick burst of applause greeted her, and Jean Marie stood still, inwardly trembling, but curiosity urged him on. He knocked on her door, and Celeste opened it. On the opposite side of the room, facing the Prince, stood Richard Rolfe. Jean Marie blanched and fell back a step. The next instant he had steadied himself, but was powerless to speak. His first thought was that Richard had heard of the ru mor told at the club, that Camille had ensnared the Prince completely. Had Mr. Rolfe sought her that THE FLAME 209 he might learn the truth? Perspiration broke out on Jean Marie and he turned his terrorized eyes on Camille. She shot him back a look of sarcastic vic tory, and an arch smile curved her red, disdainful lips. He was lost ! He was ruined I Defeat forced his chilled blood through him in a sickening riot. He saw Camille coming towards him and he strug gled to recover his voice. " Your Highness is most welcome," she graciously said, with a tinge of quiet surprise in her tone. " This is, indeed, an unexpected pleasure." Her dignity and her formal greeting astounded him and reassured him. But what was this trick? She introduced him to De Lucia, who had risen from the piano-stool, and was nearest him, then she presented him to Mr. Rolfe, with a frank, innocent unconsciousness that shocked Monsieur Dubois, who sat near the piano. " The Prince and I are already acquainted," Rich ard said, holding out his hand to Jean Marie and wondering afterwards why the Frenchman s fingers were so cold. He was not surprised that the Prince was acquainted with Camille, because she had told Richard that she knew Cavarodossi, and he also had found Dubois comfortably smoking in her reception- room when he arrived. " Yes, we are friends," returned Jean Marie, but his voice had not regained its natural sweetness. " Mr. Rolfe is charmed with Mademoiselle s art," said De Lucia. He was the Neapolitan baritone whom Cavarodossi had taken to Camille s rooms when she gave the first musical evening. 210 THE FLAME " How could he be anything else but charmed ? " asked Dubois, flashing Camille a coquettish glance and rubbing his pudgy fingers together. Camille shook her fan at him. " Flatterer ! " she exclaimed. " You are trying to turn my head. Isn t he, Mr. Rolfe?" Richard laughed at the absurdity of it, but was attracted by Camille s playful humor. He thought she was an uncommonly refined woman to be a public singer, and was surprised at her modest black gown that was not even open at the throat. " I never have heard a voice more brilliant and magnetic than yours," he said. " The opera lovers in Paris must worship you. Why have you never tried for an engagement in this country ? " Camille shrugged with pretty French grace. "I have been willing to remain at home, but this year I decided to try my fortune here. It is my inten tion to see something of this country and then return to New York this fall, with the hope that I can make a contract with the Metropolitan Opera House. I have been on the stage only three years, so I am comparatively unknown." Jean Marie studied her with puzzled anxiety. She was pretending to be an opera singer! What was the meaning of her ruse? He felt that a net was binding him and the cords were cutting deep. It was not for herself alone that she was deceiving Mr. Rolfe. Jean Marie was positive that she was plan ning to thrust him into a pit, and the reassurance that he felt withered and died. He knew there was danger when her eyes were coldly brilliant and her THE FLAME 211 cheeks were tinged with a deeper red. But he held his outward manner in absolute control. Dubois was shocked at her calm falsehoods, but did not betray his astonishment. He was satisfied so long as she was kind to him. Perhaps she thought it more dignified to call herself an opera singer. Camille offered Jean Marie a chair and sat oppo site him, so that she could watch his face. De Lucia was on the piano-stool again, looking over some music. " You certainly would make a success here," said Richard, settling back on the divan, " and I hope to have the pleasure of saying that you made your American debut in my home." Jean Marie flashed him a horrified glance. Camille s heart fluttered, but she calmly asked: "Do you wish me to sing for you? " " Yes. I must confess now that it was for this reason that I came here to-night. My sister is going to give a musicale and De Lucia truthfully told me that you can surpass any soprano in the city. Will you be at liberty to sing for us a week from to-night, Saturday? " Jean Marie was paralyzed with terror. He looked at Camille and saw victory pulsating through her body. She was leaning forward, her bright eyes de vouring Richard, and an exultant laugh trembling on her artful lips. " Yes," she said with undisguised eagerness, " I ll sing for you with pleasure, and you cannot imagine the gratification it will give me." She did not try to crush the thrill in her voice. 212 THEFLAME Her burning eyes turned on Jean Marie, as he sat stunned, and the triumph in her face warned him of his ruin. " You can make all arrangements with De Lucia," Richard said, courteously bowing in answer to her words. " My sister will be delighted to know that I have found a great soprano. This above all was worrying her." " Please don t tell any one about me," Camille said, with a light laugh. " I don t w r ant your sister to hear me until the night of the musicale. I wish to surprise her agreeably, if I can, and half the pleas ure would be gone if she should hear me sing before Saturday night." Jean Marie sat like a statue, but his heart was hammering violently. He kept his gaze riveted to the floor, because he was afraid that his eyes would betray his alarm. Dubois was very uncomfortable. He glanced nervously from Camille to Jean Marie, and saw that the blood was drained even from the Prince s lips. He believed that His Highness was being wedged into a dangerous corner, but he dared not interfere, not understanding the predicament nor knowing how to save him. " I don t know that we can keep you a secret," said Richard. " I believe my sister has you and Cavarodossi on the programme for a scene from La Tosca. I suppose you ll have to rehearse with him." " No," Camille quickly protested. " Twice I have sung all the tenor and soprano scenes with him in THE FLAME 213 Tosca, and he knows the opera well. Keep me a mystery. It will be great fun, and he ll be so sur prised to see me." Richard smiled. " Very well," he agreed. " So long as you wish it, we will keep you a mystery. It will add some excitement to our musicale. But per haps Cavarodossi will refuse to sing with a woman who will not divulge her identity." " Don t fear. My identity won t be a secret long." There was a playful tone in her voice, but it cut Jean Marie like a knife. She had had some hid den reason when asking Dubois to secure her an en gagement to sing in the Rolfe home and the Prince had withheld the little Frenchman from aiding her, but now Richard himself had come and her object would be accomplished! Jean Marie could hardly stand as Mr. Rolfe rose to leave. "Must you go so early?" Disappointment was in Camille s voice. " Yes. My sister has company and I promised to return home by ten o clock." " I am sorry, but I hope you will call again. It has given me great pleasure to make your acquaint ance, Mr. Rolfe." " Thank you. I can sincerely return the compli ment." De Lucia made ready to leave with Richard, and Dubois thought it advisable to do likewise. He feared there might be a scene between the Prince and Camille, and he did not wish to witness it. " You surely won t fail us," Richard added. " My sister would be greatly disappointed." 214 THE FLAME " Don t be uneasy, Mr. Rolfe," said Camille, tak ing his extended hand. " Next Saturday night will be one of the happiest events of my life." Richard bowed over her hand, said good-night to Jean Marie, and stepped out into the corridor, fol lowed by De Lucia and also by Dubois, who gave Camille a last exaggerated compliment, hoping to delight her. She closed the door behind them and turned to Jean Marie with a sarcastic laugh in her bewitching eyes. The Prince took a quick, threatening step towards her. " What is the meaning of this ? " he hotly de manded. " What are you scheming to do ? " Camille brushed past him and went towards the piano. " I don t understand your asking the mean ing of this, and surely it was no scheme of mine," she calmly said. " De Lucia telephoned to me late this afternoon that he would call this evening and bring Mr. Rolfe, who wished to engage a soprano to sing at a musicale to be given in his home, and De Lucia believed that I would suit admirably. That is the history of my meeting with Mr. Rolfe, and I think he is a very pleasant man." Jean Marie closely watched her. The brilliancy was still in her eyes, but the triumph had faded, or had he in his fright imagined it to be there ? " I m sure, Jean, I treated you very fairly. I called you t Your Highness, and acted as though you were no more to me than a mere acquaintance. Could I have done more? " THE FLAME 215 Jean Marie was forced to admit that she could not, but he knew in his own heart that she had a hidden scheme. His fears and his nerves were in such a riot that he dared not remain with her longer. He could not prevent her going to the Rolfe home, but he must set his energies on finding a way to thwart whatever plan she had in mind. " Why did you call yourself an opera singer? " he sharply asked. Cold, hard lines drew in her face. " Because I am ashamed of my cafe fame. When I tell where I have been singing, I feel that my horrible life has been disclosed." She drew her hand quickly across her forehead, and her hatred of Jean Marie flamed in her eyes, as she said with a purring little laugh: " We ll have a little of the Rolfe money, after all. They should pay me well." Jean Marie would not trust himself to answer, but took up his hat and overcoat. Fear made him dizzy and weak, and he thought no more of the money he had come for. " Are you going? " she asked with surprise. " I thought you would stay with me." " No," he snapped. " I m going home," and he opened the door. " Oh, Jean," she sweetly called to him. " Here is your cane. You went off in such a hurry the other day that you forgot it." Turning back, he impatiently seized it and could not resist a glance at her. Her long lashes were half shading her dangerous, glowing eyes and her lips 216 THE FLAME were parted with a taunting smile. He could feel the victory that she was hiding, and he turned away with an inward shudder from the stinging gaze that enveloped him. CHAPTER XVII AS Jean Marie went down the corridor, Camille s brilliant, exultant voice followed him in an aria from " Fedora." Even when he had reached the street, her voice was echoing in his ears, and it burned his blood, like a poison. Without a doubt she was planning his destruction. He could hear it in her vibrant tones and the last glance she had given him had betrayed her treachery. Had De Lucia taken Mr. Rolfe to her unasked, or had she conspired with the baritone to secure the engagement for the musi- cale ? Jean Marie knew that he must control himself and critically study his perilous position. In his anger, he might be tempted to commit a reckless folly. He believed now that he had seen triumph in Camille s eyes, but what was she planning to do? It did not occur to him that she might denounce him, publicly, but if it were Gwendolyn only whom she wished to reach, he wondered why she did not go to her as she once had threatened she would to cause some excite ment and relieve the monotony of her existence. He was deeply puzzled, knowing that he could not easily understand her trickery. Another fear had come to him when Camille had said that Mr. Rolfe was a very pleasant man. Would she ruin the Prince and make it impossible for him to win the Rolfe millions 217 218 THE FLAME and then captivate Richard and have the fortune at her own disposal? He knew that the American was shrewd and self-possessed, but he did not believe that any man could withstand Camille s witchery. This new fear set Jean Marie s emotions in such a tumult that he could not steady his thoughts for some time after arriving at the Fairmont. He had seen a frank, undisguised admiration for Camille in Rich ard s eyes, also he had noted Camille s modest attire, and this substantiated his apprehension, yet Jean Marie could not believe that this scheme had any es sential connection with her desire to gain an entrance to the Rolfe home. With desperate anxiety and disgust, the Prince threw himself into a chair in his " study " and rested his tired head in his hands. He felt a weakening re action after his terror at meeting Mr. Rolfe, and for a time, sat with his eyes closed, struggling to calm himself and concentrate his thoughts upon the thwarting of Camille s designs for the musicale. At first, he decided to decline Gwendolyn s invita tion, which he already had accepted. He could make the excuse of a sudden illness, but his better judg ment told him that when Gwendolyn would see Ca mille, she would understand this " illness," and would realize at once that the story he had told about his foolish infatuation for the woman was untrue. Gwen dolyn would know that he was afraid to confront the singer in her presence, and if he were afraid, it would be proof that there had been something more than an innocent flirtation between them. And what would Richard think of his absence? It would be THE FLAME 219 throwing every advantage into Camille s hands, giv ing her the opportunity to use his absence as a proof against him, and Mr. Rolfe would quickly accept the evidence, because it would be the first invitation of that kind that Jean Marie ever had declined. Although Gwendolyn had not told the Prince of the programme she was arranging, she had spoken several times of the musicale and said that it was the largest entertainment she had undertaken, and he had shared in her enthusiasm and encouraged her to make the affair a brilliant success. She had gratified his vanity by speaking of his accomplishments as an entertainer, and he had said that he would gladly as sist her and Mr. Rolfe in receiving the guests. This was the opportunity he desired to prove to society that he was perfectly at ease in the Rolfe home, and he knew that Feleki would not be mingling with the people and watching him. If he should refuse to be present now that Camille was engaged to sing, the evidence against him would be indisputable and he decided that it would be better to go to the musicale and brave the consequences, especially as he had no proof that Camille intended to do anything. If she attempted to create a scene before Gwendolyn or Richard, Jean Marie would brand her as an ad venturess, and surely the word of His Highness of Bourbon would stand against that of a cafe singer! But would Feleki defend Camille and tell that she was the Diane Godin whose history he had related? He would if he were conspiring with her against Jean Marie. Yet if he were leagued with her, why had he not recommended her to Richard? 220 THE FLAME Jean Marie s thoughts were in a whirl and he did not know what to believe, for one idea was contra dictory to the other. He decided that the wisest course he could follow would be to see Dubois the next morning and have him try to induce Mr. Rolfe to engage another woman. The Prince went to bed with the vain hope of resting his exhausted mind. In the morning he sent for Dubois, who listened with evident uneasiness to the plan that the Prince proposed. He did not wish to refuse His Highness nor did he want to lose favor with Camille. " Just hint at the idea of having another singer," Jean Marie said as Dubois was leaving. " Don t make any remark that would be too pointed. Only arouse a doubt in Mr. Rolfe s mind as to her adapta bility. You know how to do it, Dubois. You are so clever." The little Frenchman brightened, but did not re gain his ease. " Just touch on the points I have suggested," the Prince added, taking Dubois s fat hand and pressing it. " It will be a risky thing to let Camille gain an entrance to the Rolfe home. She might disclose the foolish infatuation I felt for her long ago, of which I have just told you, and that would be most uncom fortable. She is a tricky, spiteful little minx when she wishes to be." Jean Marie laughed lightly. " I m sure she has some object for being determined to sing there. Don t you think so ? " Dubois puckered his lips and was thoughtful. " Yes," he said, slowly. " It does look suspicious." " Decidedly so," agreed Jean Marie, " and I have THE FLAME 221 thought of something else. I fear we may lose her bright companionship if she is not well guarded." Dubois gave Jean Marie a quick, anxious glance. " What do you mean? " he asked. The Prince s tone was confidential. " Didn t you notice how gracious she was to Mr. Rolfe and how charmed he was with her ? " " Yes." Dubois s worried eyes eagerly searched Jean Marie s face. " I m afraid," the Prince went on, " that if Mr. Rolfe is brought in contact with her she will capti vate him. Can t you understand how dazzling such a fortune is to an ambitious woman like Camille? Be careful ! Mr. Rolfe would guard her as he guards his millions, and you would be out in the cold." The anxiety in the little Frenchman s eyes redou bled and he nervously coughed. He had flattered himself that he was rising in Camille s esteem and the thought of a dangerous rival like Mr. Rolfe was alarming. Jean Marie had struck the right chord, as he knew. Dubois had learned from the Prince this morning that His Highness was wooing Gwen dolyn and he was elated, being positive now that Jean Marie felt no deep interest in Camille. The one rival he had feared was removed, but Mr. Rolfe ! " I ll do all I can to assist Your Highness," Du bois said with unrestrained eagerness. " It surely would not do for Mr. Rolfe to become interested in Mademoiselle." " Certainly not," agreed Jean Marie, not asking the reason why, but adding : " A millionaire is ca pricious and thinks he can buy the earth. Mr. Rolfe 222 THE FLAME never would be serious with any woman who has been in Camille s public position." "No," sighed Dubois. "Poor Camille!" It was the first time he had used her Christian name and he felt a sudden thrill. " Your Highness can de pend upon me to help you and her." There was an emphatic little ring in his voice, but when he had left Jean Marie and was on his way to the club for luncheon in search of Mr. Rolfe, he lost his courage, and not even for Camille s sake could he induce him self to speak as strongly to Richard as he had in tended. He did not relish mingling in other men s affairs and he wished His Highness had attended to this business himself. He felt timid about going to the musicale and would be very glad when it was over. He began to wonder why Camille had come to San Francisco. Perhaps the " foolish infatuation " of which Jean Marie had just told him, had been of a more serious nature, but, and Dubois sighed senti mentally, she was very kind to him, and she did not appear to love the Prince. When he reached the club, he found that Richard had arrived before him, and was pleased with Mr. Rolfe s invitation to sit at his table. " Did you go back and finish your interrupted call with the fair singer last night ? " asked Richard, with a smile. Dubois blushed and quickly raised a protesting hand. " No. If I had been deeply interested, I would have stayed." "With Bourbon as a rival? The ladies seem to like him." THE FLAME 223 " He is an estimable man." Dubois spoke with conviction. " Estimable, but dangerous. You looked very much at home when I arrived last night with De Lucia. Take care ! " Richard held up a warning finger. Dubois fidgeted on his chair and coughed with em barrassment. Richard added with sly humor : " Such eyes as hers would pierce any man s heart." Dubois gave him a quick, uneasy glance. " Even yours, Mr. Rolfe?" " Oh, I m a confirmed bachelor, but Who can tell? " When he saw the little Frenchman s nervous ness, he checked the smile that was rising to his lips. " Let us not speak of hearts and eyes," Dubois said in a peevish tone. " I have been thinking all the morning that she is not the one who should sing at your musicale." Richard gave him a surprised glance. " Why not? I nerer have heard such a rich, magnetic voice." " It is not a matter of voice," Dubois returned. " Sometimes she is rather capricious." " What do you mean ? " Dubois faltered. " In her dress. She might go to your home in a gown that would shock your sis ter and her guests. Last evening she was modestly attired, but " He hesitated. " Don t let that disturb you," Richard said, amused. " I ll send her a note and ask her to drape 224 THE FLAME herself with becoming modesty. Is there any other objection? " Dubois hitched his chair a little closer to the table. " Sometimes she is a trifle erratic, and, Well, you know, a little too gay and familiar, perhaps, for a social gathering." Richard laughed. " She won t mingle with the guests. If she has an erratic spell no one will know it but Cavarodossi, who is to sing with her, and I can trust him to manage the affair with the proper dignity and discretion." Dubois reddened, knowing that Richard was ridi culing him. " Of course," he said, with an attempted carelessness, " she may be just as charming as she was last night, but what does your sister think of having a woman sing who will not divulge her identity? " " Gwendolyn is consumed with curiosity, and she half believes that the artist is one of the opera sing ers. The fair enchantress was right. The mystery surrounding her adds excitement to our entertain ment and I rather enjoy the deluge of questions I know will be asked concerning her." " But," said Dubois, " do you think Cavarodossi will consent to sing with an unknown woman? " " Yes. I have seen him this morning and told him all about it. He laughed at the singer s caprice, but was not in the least perturbed. He said he knows 4 La Tosca so well that he can sing it forward or backward or any other way, and the lack of rehears als doesn t trouble him in the least." Dubois knew that he could not influence Richard, THE FLAME 225 so he said no more. After luncheon he telephoned to Jean Marie that the millionaire s determination could not be shaken. All His Highness could do would be to have courage and await results. This advice was anything but soothing to the Prince. He hung up the receiver with an angry fling, and whirling off, thrust his fists down deep into his pockets. There was no one else to whom he could appeal. Cavarodossi was not his friend, and surely Feleki was not. He was almost tempted to tell Gwendolyn whom her brother had engaged and ask her to keep the woman from the house. He knew Gwendolyn would gladly comply, but what excuse could be made to Mr. Rolfe? If Richard should see Camille again, she would for revenge be tray Jean Marie. He tried to convince himself that he had exaggerated the cunning triumph in her eyes. He would go and see her, and he would call every day and use his most persuasive arts to keep her in good humor. " What a beastly burden a woman can make of a man s life ! " he thought as he angrily caught up his hat and left the room, noisily shutting the door be hind him. CHAPTER XVIII THE week passed uneventfully and the Saturday that had been awaited with pleasure and fear, arrived. By Gwendolyn and those associated with her musicale, the day was greeted with various emo tions. As soon as the morning dawned, Jean Marie was awake, lying in his bed, the victim of a weaken ing fear. He believed that this would be the most critical day of his life, and he was powerless. Dur ing the week, he had spent much of his time with Camille, and she had been gracious and loving, too loving, he thought, to be sincere. Dubois s advice to " have courage and await results " was madden ing, but it was all Jean Marie could do, and he knew it. All day Camille was exultant, nervous, and im patient for night to come. Feleki was still happily unaware that she had been engaged, and he awaited the evening with pleasure, as did Cavarodossi, who was glad to sing the scene from " La Tosca," know ing that Gwendolyn would be thrilled. He could speak to her heart with music more eloquently than with words. There were extensive preparations under way in the Rolfe home, which Gwendolyn was superintend ing. The musicale was to be given in the spacious double drawing-rooms. At the farther end of the THEFLAME 227 second room, a stage had been erected and in front of it were arranged twenty chairs for the orchestra, that was to accompany the soloists. From the stage to the door near the end of the room, leading into the hall, were screens and palms, making a passage for the artists, that they might not be seen until they stepped upon the stage. In the front room a hundred and fifty chairs had been arranged theater- fashion and in the second room were fifty. The stage was set as a conservatory, so the artists would stand in the midst of the choicest and most beautiful plants and flowers. Rare birds with radiant plum age were fastened, lifelike, to some of the small trees and palms, and above each bird, to display its bril liancy, was an electric light, hidden in the entwining branches. The rooms were to be softly lighted that the performers might be in the strong glow of the stage foot-lights and those arranged overhead to shine down, unseen by the audience. Richard was delighted with the electrical display and the arrangement of everything and was doubly proud because his sister was the originator. Gwendolyn invited Jean Marie, Cavarodossi and Feleki to dinner, but Janos declined the invitation, saying that when he was to play in the evening, he preferred to be alone all day until the hour of his recital. Gwendolyn laughingly told Richard that this was another caprice of genius, but, in truth, it was because he could not sit through another meal with Jean Marie. At dinner, Gwendolyn again questioned Richard concerning the mysterious soprano. 228 THE FLAME "Won t you let us into the secret, Dick? We can t wait any longer, can we? " She glanced at Jean Marie, and the smile he returned was some what ghastly. " Oh, but you must wait," Richard insisted. " Signor Cavarodossi is patient and he is going to sing with her." Gwendolyn pouted. " Is she really pretty? " " Magnificent ! Radiant ! Before the evening is over every man will be at her feet. Are you alarmed? " He laughed. " No. But I don t believe all men are slaves to beauty." " Indeed not," answered Cavarodossi, in his quiet, firm tones. " I have told you before that / worship the beauties of the soul." Gwendolyn flashed him an approving glance. All during dinner, Jean Marie felt himself an out sider, but would he be an outcast before the night was over? When he had arrived, Gwendolyn had told him that he was pale and did not look well, but he had stoutly assured her that he never had been better nor happier, because he was near her again. As they rose from the table, she asked Cavarodossi if he would take charge of the artists. " Yes. Don t be anxious about anything. De Lucia and I will be the joint impresari." He smiled. She took them into the breakfast-room, which was back of the drawing-rooms, and showed them how she had made a real theatrical dressing-room of it. There was a dresser with paints, powder, T H E F L A M E 229 hair-pins, and everything necessary. She eagerly caught Cavarodossi s arm and took him to the dresser. " Look! " she said, gleefully. " Isn t this fine? " " Make-up galore ! " he exclaimed. " One would think you had been born behind the scenes. Every thing is splendidly arranged." He turned to Jean Marie. " I most heartily congratulate her. Don t you?" The Prince stood forlornly still in the middle of the room, apparently unconscious of his surround ings. " Yes," he said, rousing. " Mademoiselle is un deniably clever," but there was no enthusiasm nor even interest in his tone. Gwendolyn s smiling lips drooped and she studied him with disappointment and concern. Surely Rich ard was right. There must be something trouble some on his mind. Her brother s words came to her again : " Noblemen seem to have a knack for get ting into scrapes." She shrank from the thought. Perhaps she had exaggerated his disinterested man ner, but as they left the room, Cavarodossi said in a low tone: " What can be the matter with His Highness to night? He seems bored." Gwendolyn did not answer, nor did she have the opportunity, for Cavarodossi hurriedly left her to greet the orchestra men, who were arriving. The director was the talented young violinist who had played the gipsy solo in " Amico Fritz." Cavaro dossi introduced him to Gwendolyn and she was 230 THE FLAME charmed with his fine, classical face. She looked for Jean Marie, that he also might meet this interesting artist, but the Prince had disappeared. She glanced into the drawing-room, where the musicians were ar ranging their chairs and music. Jean Marie was not there. She crossed the hall and looked into the library, but could not find him. With anxiety, she went to the music-room and abruptly halted on the threshold. The Prince was in the dimly lighted room, pacing the floor, with his hands clasped behind his back and his head bent low. He did not notice Gwendolyn until she was at his side. "What is it, Jean?" she asked with a nervous little quiver in her voice. " Can t I help you? " He caught her hand, lying on his arm. " Gwen dolyn," he said, and paused. " You do love me, don t you? Tell me again that nothing can part us." She studied him with troubled surprise. " I have told you, Jean, that you and you alone can separate us. It could be only because I had proof that you are unworthy." He paled, and dropping her hand, turned his head away. She was lost! Camille would vanquish him! "What is troubling you?" she begged. " Wait," he murmured. " A disagreeable ordeal is before me, but I am thinking of you, poor dear ! " " Jean ! " she exclaimed in alarm. " Oh, you are here ! " said Richard in the door- THE FLAME 231 way. " Miss Morris, her brother and Mr. Dubois have arrived." " Have they ? " Gwendolyn threw a gay tone into her voice. " I was just asking His Highness to come and meet the young musical director, who re sembles Liszt." Jean Marie followed her out into the hall. Rich ard gave him a scrutinizing glance and was annoyed as well as curious to know w r hat had made the French man so glum. He did not suspect that Camille s coming was of any importance to him. Monsieur Dubois was very profuse in his compli ments to Gwendolyn, comparing her, with her sweet young beauty, to Aphrodite, risen from the sea- foam. The guests, who were rapidly arriving, gathered round her, paying her homage. Jean Marie braced himself and tried not to think of the future. Dubois endeavored to cheer him and ex pressed many friendly sentiments, but Jean Marie was sure that if public opinion turned against him, Dubois would not have the courage to defend him, so he felt that he stood alone in the midst of the whirlpool. The musicale was to begin at nine o clock and it was now half after eight. Some of the guests were already seating themselves in the drawing-rooms and were making comments on the interesting pro gramme, with which every person was presented. Gwendolyn fluttered about, happily forgetting for the present Jean Marie s alarming words. She greeted all of her friends with some cordial little phrase, and so did Richard, but he was greatly an- 232 THE FLAME noyed with Jean Marie s familiar manner. If the Prince had been Gwendolyn s acknowledged fiance, he could not have been more at ease and attentive to the guests. When nine o clock came there were no vacant seats in the drawing-rooms, and the orchestra assembled. The first applause was given the young director, as he made his appearance, for his exquisite solo in " Amico Fritz " was well remembered. The programme opened with the overture of Rossini s " William Tell." It was enthusiastically received, and while the director was bowing to the audience, Gwendolyn came down from one of the back rows, where she had been sitting, and slipped into a chair that she had asked Jean Marie to keep for her on the second row from the stage. He pressed her hand, as she sat down beside him, and she looked into his eyes with joyful pride. " I congratulate you, sweetheart," he whispered. " I am proud of you, dear ! " A happy little thrill shot through her, and she tightly clutched his fingers. The next number was a harp solo. While this was being played, Camille arrived with De Lucia, and they were taken into the dressing-room. Only Feleki and Cavarodossi were in the room, the other artists being in the passage leading to the stage, listening to the solo. Camille stood for a moment in the doorway and glanced from Feleki, walking up and down the room, and silently fingering his violin, to Cavarodossi, who was looking over some music. THE FLAME 233 " Good-evening, gentlemen ! " she said. The two men swung round. Janos blanched and gasped : "Diane!" As Camille went forward, she unfastened the long black silk cape that enveloped her, and let it slip to the floor. With a proud, self-satisfied smile and love burning in her eyes as they rested on Janos, she stood in radiant, barbaric splendor before the astonished men. Her clinging, decollete gown was of glossy scarlet silk, and she was ablaze with gems. She wore a stomacher thickly studded with brilliants ; her hands and arms were laden with diamonds, and large diamond buckles were on her scarlet slip pers. Around her beautiful throat was a collar of brilliants, and encircling her hair, coiled high on her head, was a gold band, holding three large stars of the same stones. Feleki and Cavarodossi were stunned by her glow ing beauty and her dazzling display of jewels. " Diane ! " Feleki repeated, at last. " What are you doing here? " " Mr. Rolfe has engaged me to sing," she said, gaily. " I believe I am to give a scene from la Tosca with you, Signor Cavarodossi." " Yes," he murmured, still dumfounded. "How did Mr. Rolfe know of you?" demanded Janos. " Signor De Lucia was kind enough to recommend me." She turned to the baritone with a bewitching smile that brought him a step closer. Janos gave her a quick, indignant glance. " Why 234 THE FLAME did you accept the engagement? I asked you to spare Miss Rolfe, and you promised to find some other way." " If I could," she added, sweetly, but " She paused. Her face was radiant with exultant tri umph and not even Janos could soften the glow. " Don t be angry with me. I didn t seek this op portunity. It is a miracle, that s all." With slow, serpentine grace, she went past Feleki and Cavaro- dossi and began to examine 1 her face, hair and cos tume in the long mirror. " For what am I to blame ? " De Lucia asked Feleki. " Time will tell," was the only answer. The harp solo was ended and applause followed. " Who is next on the programme ? " asked Camille, turning round. " You, Signorina," Cavarodossi said, " and I beg of you She interrupted him with a light laugh. " Do you think I would spoil this lovely programme? Certainly not ! " She took the card from him and glanced over it. " Janos plays twice, I see," she said, with more warmth in her voice. " Do you think I would upset this arrangement and lose one tone of his dear violin ? How little you know me ! Call the orchestra director, will you, please? " she asked, turning to De Lucia. He went away and found the young musician congratulating the harpist, who had just stepped from the stage, and took him to Camille. The di- THE FLAME 235 rector paused in the doorway and, for an instant, gazed at her with dilated eyes, then went slowly for ward. She gave him an inimitable, coquettish smile. " I am on the programme for a solo from Samson and Delilah, " she said, " and I want to give an encore from the same opera, To-night ! Samson makes his obeisance. Have you the music? " " Yes." The director was still eyeing her jewels with wonder. " We have the whole score." " Very well. I suppose I should have been here earlier. Poor De Lucia was worrying so, but, never mind! I m not in the least nervous, only expectant." She laughed and gave herself a last glance in the mirror. " Do you think I ll make a success, Maes tro?" The director eyed her with a piquant challenge. " Why do you ask ? You know it ! " With a fascinating smile, she slipped her hand through his arm. " Come along ! " she said. " I think they are waiting for us." Feleki started forward, then halted and turned away. As Camille reached the foot of the steps leading to the stage, she paused. Her blood was tingling through her veins and she was swayed by the ex citement that she tried to suppress. She mounted the steps and as she came into view, she halted, and her eyes slowly strayed over the audience. A murmur of astonishment and pleasure went 236 THE FLAME round. Gwendolyn, with a stifled exclamation, half rose from her chair and fell back again. She turned to Jean Marie. He sat rigid and white. " Is this the ordeal? " she faintly asked. " Yes." He forced the strained, unnatural tone. His eyes were angrily fixed on Camille. She was sparkling with diamonds from head to foot, and he had not a franc to call his own ! As the director raised his baton and the music began, Camille went slowly to the footlights, her silk gown shimmering, her jewels blazing, and her eyes aflame with pride and victory. The gentleman beside Richard asked who this goddess was. " Mademoiselle Dubray," Mr. Rolfe answered, de lighted at her instantaneous success, " but I would call her The Flame. " Camille s rich, vibrant tones rang out with all their passion in the love song from " Samson and Delilah." There were tenderness and ardor in her voice, yet beneath it was the suggestive tinge of the heartless conspirator, the true Delilah. Her eyes rested upon Jean Marie with a languid familiarity that made several people glance in his direction. Not once did she look at Gwendolyn, who was trem bling and shrinking from this dazzling woman. The applause that greeted the song came with a burst that echoed and reechoed through the rooms. With queenly dignity, Camille bowed twice and stood with a regal smile upon her proud lips until the storm subsided, then she made a sign to the director, and, as the opening bars of the next aria T H E F L A M E 237 were played, she walked slowly towards the piano at the back of the stage and stood amongst the greens and dainty flowers. Presently her voice floated out with glory and triumph. Her eyes were riveted on Jean Marie and the meaning in them was poignantly significant. She sang: To-night ! Samson makes his obeisance, This eve at my feet he will lie ; Now the hour of my vengeance hastens : Our Gods I shall soon glorify ! While the orchestra played the intervening bars, she came a few steps nearer the footlights, and went on with added fervor: O Love, of thy might let me borrow ! Pour thy poison thro Samson s heart ! Let him be bound before the morrow, A captive to my matchless art ! In his soul he no longer would cherish The passion he wishes were dead; Can a flame like that ever perish, Evermore by remembrance fed? He rests my slave ; his feats belie him ! My brethren fear with vain alarms, I only, of all, I defy him, I hold him fast within my arms ! She sang on to the end of the aria, coming step by step nearer the footlights. Her eyes left Jean Marie in quick flashes, only to return with a new stinging significance. Gwendolyn s gaze did not leave Camille. She 238 T H E F L A M E feared the woman, she was jealous of her, and yet she was fascinated by her wondrous beauty, her rich voice, and her irresistible magnetism. Could it be that Jean Marie had felt nothing more than a passing fancy for this woman? Could any man withstand her power when Gwendolyn was so un willingly attracted? She was a blaze of light and life, and Gwendolyn tore her eyes from the scarlet woman and studied the contrast between herself and Camille. Gwendolyn s gown was girlishly made of soft white silk. Her only ornaments were ropes of pearls wound once around her slender throat and strings of the same gems were entwined in her fluffy golden hair. Could she with her simplicity hold Jean Marie from this radiant siren? Would he not yield to her glorious beauty and attraction? Had he already yielded? Her muscles tightened with a jerk. She turned to him, and saw with a sudden start that there was fear in his eyes as well as in tense admiration. She remembered that there had been fear in his eyes when she had found him pacing the music-room before the guests had arrived. What power had this woman to frighten him? Gwendolyn shrank from him, trembling. For the first time, she realized fully the alienship between herself and the Prince of which Richard had spoken. This scarlet Circe had some connection with his life. She knew it. Camille s song ended and the enthusiastic applause was repeated. She acknowledged the ovation with the same queenly dignity and left the stage. The applause continued, but she did not return. THE FLAME 239 Gwendolyn glanced again at Jean Marie, but he avoided her eyes. " Who is this divine creature? " a gentleman asked, leaning across to Gwendolyn. " I don t know, * she answered with an effort. " My brother engaged her." " Her eyes were fixed on Your Highness," the lady sitting back of Jean Marie said mischievously. " Do you know her? Who is she? " " I know her slightly. She is an opera singer from Paris," he answered in a strained tone. Gwendolyn half turned her back on him and began to converse animatedly with the gentleman beside her. The Prince knew that she was avoiding him. Feleki was next on the programme, and Cavaro- dossi stayed with him until they reached the steps at the foot of the stage. "Be brave," Mario said gently. "Don t think of this dangerous singer. Play to your Diane." Janos pressed his hand. " I ll try," he mur mured. " But I don t know how I ll play, my emo tions are so overwrought." He went up on the stage, followed by his accompanist. He was given a prolonged and heartfelt greeting, which he scarcely heard, so intent he was on master ing himself. The first notes he drew of the " In troduction and Rondo Capriccioso " by Saint-Saens were almost timid, but presently he forgot Camille and played to his ideal Diane, as he did at every concert. When the great applause had ceased and he had given an encore, he left the stage and found Camile standing in the doorway at the end of the 240 T H E F L A M E passage. As he went towards her, she exclaimed in broken tones: " Janos ! Janos ! " then she turned and walked away. How his soul, his art had developed since she had left him ! She was proud of him ! She gloried in his triumph, and she knew that it was the love he had felt for her that had awakened this great feeling and passion in his art. The loss of her ha.d broken his heart and he was expressing his un- happiness and desperation with his violin. She went back into the dressing-room and sat by Cavarodossi, who watched her changing countenance with uneasi ness. Janos entered and received the congratulations of De Lucia and the few who were in the room. He did not glance towards Camille. She felt a sudden tightening in her throat and tears were forcing them selves to her eyes. He would not look at her, but she might have been his honored wife ! Jean Marie had come between them, poisoned her mind, and made her worthy only of Feleki s disdain. And Janos had asked her not to denounce the Prince publicly! A storm of indignation, misery and hatred of Jean Marie swept through her, and she sprang to her feet, impatient for her victory and his ruin. Cavarodossi understood, and rising laid his hand on her arm. " You mustn t do it," he said. " Remember Bour bon is not the only one concerned." Drawing away, she went to the dresser. She was stifling, desperate. Cavarodossi glanced at Feleki. No, he would not THE FLAME 241 ask his aid until Janos had given his second solo. But would this be too late? Camille was watching Mario in the mirror. " We are to sing next, aren t we? " she said with a sudden calmness, turning to him with her sweetest, most en trancing smile. He gave her a quick glance and hesitated. " Yes," he said. The director entered, and, after having the final understanding with Camille and Cavarodossi con cerning the portion of the act to be given, went back to his place. Presently the orchestra began the in troduction to the last act of " La Tosca." The song of the shepherd boy was rendered by an Italian girl with a mezzo-soprano voice. She stood back in the hall to give the distant tone. Then Cavarodossi went upon the stage, followed by the basso tak ing the role of the jailer. Mario s singing of " E lucevan le stelle " was greeted with enthusiastic ap plause. Gwendolyn, under the charm of his passionate voice, forgot Jean Marie and Camille, and leaned forward eagerly drinking in his clear, ringing tones. She felt that not until now had she understood his tenderness and the depth of his soul. His closing line, " Ne er was life so dear to me, no, never! " was sung with the desperate cry of the doomed man who was to be shot within the hour. Jean Marie watched her with a sinking heart. Cavarodossi was, indeed, a dangerous rival. The Prince never had seen on Gwendolyn s face the look that was there now. 242 THE FLAME Camille made her entrance, and, with a rude shock, Gwendolyn was disillusioned. The scene between Tosca and Cavarodossi was ren dered with fervor and intensity, being enhanced and vivified by the dramatic action of the two singers. The act was given until the end of the duet between the tenor and soprano, which Tosca finishes with, " Thine eyes I ll fondly close with countless kisses, and loving words I ll whisper in thine ears." The jailer appeared, saying, "It is the hour!" and the scene closed. A tumultuous ovation was given the singers and the orchestra. Camille stood quietly looking over the audience with a radiant smile on her lips and her eyes sparkling with pride. Cavarodossi thought of no one but Gwendolyn, and, as their glances met, he reddened, seeing her joy at his success. He never had sung better, and he knew that his voice had made an eloquent appeal, since she could think of his victory with Camille present. The two singers left the stage, but were recalled several times. This ended the first part of the programme. Gwendolyn was lavishly complimented on the bril liant success of her musicale, but the strongest in terest was centered in Camille. As long as she could endure it, Gwendolyn remained in her chair; but at last she rose, and without speaking to Jean Marie, who was nervously conversing with two ladies, stepped before him, and went into the next room with some of her other guests. As she passed Rich- T H E F L A M E 243 ard, she noticed that he seemed very happy an swering the many questions that were being asked concerning the mysterious diva. She heard him say, laughingly : " Very well. I ll do it ! " and he left the group of men and went out into the hall. Mr. Rolfe went back into the dressing-room in search of Camille, and found she was surrounded by the musicians. She rose as Richard entered, and the men drew back. " Are you and your friends satisfied? " she asked. " More than satisfied. Every one is enchanted. Some gentlemen have sent me to ask if you will kindly sing a solo at the close of the programme, after your duet with De Lucia. They want to leave with your voice alone resounding in their ears. Isn t that a compliment? " She smiled. "Yes." A quick light flashed into her eyes. " But I have a suggestion to make. In stead of singing again, I should be pleased to give a dramatic recitation. May I? " Richard did not discern the cunning in her smile, but Cavarodossi, who had drawn near, heard and un derstood. Could he subdue her? Could Feleki? " That would make a rousing hit ! " Richard said, enthusiastically. " Shall I tell them what s com ing? " " Yes, if you wish." " They are all questioning me concerning you," he went on. " Every one wants to know your name and all about you." A sudden cold gleam shot into her eyes. " Tell 244 THE FLAME them I have no name," she said, " and there is noth ing to relate about me, except that circumstances have made me no better than a vampire ! " Her tone and her eyes made Richard most uncom fortable, and he looked at her searchingly. " A vampire ! he repeated, thoughtf uly. " And who is your unfortunate victim? " " You will know before long, Mr. Rolfe, but surely it is not your own gracious self." " You reassure me." He forced a smile, and as he walked away, began to reflect. When Richard left the room, Cavarodossi went to her. " I heard you telling Mr. Rolfe of the dramatic recitation you wish to give," he said. " Are you still determined to make a horrid scene? It is be neath your womanly dignity. Such an expose would be common melodrama." She drew herself up haughtily, then laughed. " You don t like cheap things, do you ? " " No, and I don t want to see you sacrifice the respect and admiration that these people feel for you. And haven t you hurt Janos enough al ready? " She held out her hands beseechingly. " Don t speak of him. Please ! " she murmured. " I must. Don t increase his unhappiness. Think of the years that you were joyous in your new, gilded world, while he was alone with nothing but miserable memory and despair. For the sake of avenging yourself on Bourbon, don t close your heart against your womanly nobility." THE FLAME 245 Camille caught her breath, and swinging round, joined the musicians. Cavarodossi watched her and listened to her friv olous jesting and sparkling humor, but the two crim son spots on her cheeks and the almost painful bril liancy of her eyes, gave him a new hope. He went to Feleki, who was sitting in the farther corner with his face half turned to the wall, silently and caress ingly fingering his violin. " I believe we have conquered," Mario said to him. " I don t think she will speak." Janos held out his hand and Cavarodossi sym pathetically grasped the cold, trembling fingers. He sat down beside Feleki and did not leave him again. The second part of the programme was to be opened with an orchestral selection. Gwendolyn had no intention of going back to Jean Marie. Her doubts and fears concerning him had risen again with redoubled force. She could see plainly his nervous, unnatural manner and she knew that he was afraid of the woman. She did not want to be near him, because to-night he filled her with the same dread as did Camille, but the lady beside her said with a significant, knowing smile: " His Highness is looking for you, my dear. Don t let us detain you." Gwendolyn glanced down the long rooms and saw that Jean Marie was watching her. " He is holding the chair for you, no doubt," the match-making lady added. Gwendolyn felt a sudden angry disgust with her- 246 THE FLAME self for her weakness. She was no longer a child and she would make him understand it. With new strength in her heart, she rose and went back to him. He forced a bright smile as she sat down, and pressing her fingers, said in an undertone: " Don t go away and leave me in darkness, sun of my life. I want you with me always." She gravely looked him full in the eyes, but did not answer, and his heart beat fast. The director gave the last quick glance over his orchestra, raised his baton, and " The Dance of the Hours " from " La Gioconda " began. Gwendolyn hardly heard the sweet music, nor did she, like the others, watch the graceful, magnetic director, whose wealth of Titian hair tossed until it seemed to vibrate to the music. When the selec tion was ended, the listeners responded enthusias tically. The next number was three Neapolitan songs by De Lucia, which were heartily appreciated, then Feleki appeared with his precious Guarnerius and thrilled the audience with Wieniawski s " Faust Fan- tasie." His playing was rich with feeling, delicacy, personality, and after he had finished, a second passed before the people burst into fervid applause. For an encore, he played the " Mazurek de Concert " by de Kontski. The demonstration continued long after he had left the stage, but he would not re turn. " Feleki is unusually pale to-night, 3 the man said, beside Gwendolyn. "Is he ill?" " I don t know," she answered, and wondered why THE FLAME 247 Jean Marie moved restlessly when the violinist was mentioned. The last number on the programme was the so prano and baritone duet from " Rigoletto," " Tutte le feste at tempio." Like a danger signal to Gwendolyn, Camille s scar let gown swept into view and it was a stinging pain to hear the applause that greeted her, yet Gwendolyn joined with the others, conscious that Jean Marie was watching her. Camille s exquisite tones rang out with anguish and shame in the telling of " Gilda s " story to her unhappy father, and De Lucia s full, resonant voice was in splendid harmony with hers. It was a most effective duet, and was enthusiastically received. The singers left the stage, but the audience did not move, because the word had gone round that Camille was to give a dramatic recitation. When Jean Marie heard of it, his blood leaped through his veins. Terror robbed him of his strength, and he sat mo tionless. Camille went back into the dressing-room with De Lucia. Her eyes were burning, her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming hard and fast. She walked the full length of the room and back again. As she reached the door leading into the hall, she abruptly halted and set her muscles firm. Feleki, with his emotions in a tumult, sprang to her side. " Diane ! " he exclaimed. " You mustn t do this ! You mustn t ! " She shrank from him and turned her head away. 248 THE FLAME " For my sake, Diane ! " he went on hurriedly. " For me ! It is the only favor I have asked since the day you tore the joy from my life." A stifled sob broke from her and she leaned against the door, but the next moment she was erect, remem bering that it was Jean Marie who had ruined her life. She would not listen to Janos. She would not let him rob her of this triumphant moment. Jean Marie was in her grasp and she would crush him. Without a glance at Janos, she darted past him. He caught her arm. " Diane ! For me ! For me ! " he begged, but she would not heed him. He stood still, uncertain what to do. She was out of sight. He dashed after her, and reached the pas sage just as she was about to mount the steps leading to the stage. " Diane ! " he called again, but she did not turn. In his desperation, he looked round him for aid. His violin was on a chair beside him, where he had left it after playing his last solo. He caught up the instrument, and as she reached the stage, his Guar- nerius sang out in a tender, ardent appeal. She abruptly paused. The tones changed and became so divinely sweet and delicate that all who heard, held their breath and listened. The pleading of a poetic, idealistic soul was quivering on the strings in a love call, a tone picture of sentiment. It was a song that Janos had composed for Diane when they were sweethearts in Paris, his musical description of her, composed to the words of an octastich by Pierre Rogiers. THE FLAME 249 Camille took a staggering step forward, pressed her hands over her eyes, and swinging round, stood with her back to the audience. A low exclamation broke from Jean Marie. He bent forward, clutched the chair in front of him, and sat rigid. A hush had fallen over the rooms. Only the violin spoke, and with such caressing softness and love that it seemed like celestial harmony. The bitterness and hatred in Camille s heart were crushed by the memory of Janos s great, noble love for her, and while she stood listening to his soul s outpouring, the triumph was forgotten and her proud figure drooped like a wilted flower. As the violin sang on, she lived once more in her pure days of poverty and the sweet touch of Janos s lips and his tender words of love were again a reality. The violin was silent, then it began again the prelude to the song. Slowly faltering, Camille turned to the audience. The glow in her eyes had softened, and her face was lighted with tenderness. She began the song that had been dear to them both, and her voice had lost the proud, victorious ring. Who has not looked upon her brow Has never dreamed of perfect bliss: But once to see her is to know What beauty, what perfection, is. Her charms are of the growth of heaven, She decks the night with hues of day: Blest are the eyes to which tis given On her to gaze the soul away ! 250 THE FLAME After the song was ended, the violin sang on, then gently stopped. There was no applause; no one moved. Camille turned and held out her arms to Janos, but he disappeared into the hall. With a low, broken sob, she hurried down the steps. When she reached the dressing-room, she found him in tears, with Cavarodossi s protecting arm around his shoul ders. She sprang forward with the wild cry, " Janos ! " and fell at his feet, unconscious. Her heart-broken cry was heard by the audience, and there was quick confusion. Gwendolyn, deeply stirred by the music and agitated by the scene, turned to Jean Marie, who stood white and rigid, clutching the back of a chair. Combined with the terror in his face, were jealous rage and hatred, and she shrank back from the distorted features. What con nection had he with this drama? Richard s quick presence of mind calmed the peo ple. That was the scene the fascinating singer had prepared, he explained. She wanted to leave them with a vivid memory of her. But Gwendolyn no ticed that her brother was pale. The guests were slow in leaving after the refresh ments had been served. All were discussing the in teresting musicale and the sensational finale. Jean Marie was one of the first to go, and he said good night to Gwendolyn while she was surrounded by her friends. She did not extend her hand to him and he could not force himself to look into the grave blue eyes that were intently searching his face. Cavarodossi was not seen after the musicale had ended, nor were Feleki and Camille. THE FLAME 251 When the last guest had gone, neither Richard nor Gwendolyn returned to the drawing-rooms, but he followed her upstairs to her room. " It was a great success, wasn t it? " he said. 4 Yes," she murmured, turning from him and un winding the pearls from her throat. " What be came of Signor Cavarodossi? " " The singer fainted after her wild cry, and Mario took her home." Gwendolyn looked back to her brother. " Then it was real ! " she said, in a low, unsteady tone. " Yes, and I would give a good deal to understand it all. I was watching Bourbon and there was a world of meaning in his white face. There is some thing back of this, Gwen, and I have been figuring up on it and taking notice. I don t like that fellow, and I wish something would drive him from the town. I believe that poor, beautiful woman could tell a tragic story, if she would, and so could Feleki. This has been a warning for you, Gwen, and you must study the whole scene from a disinterested, practical point of view. But go to bed now, little one. Good-night ! " Tears trembled on her lashes as Richard folded her in his arms and kissed her. When he was gone and the door closed, she threw herself on the bed and wept until morning. What a dismal end to the brilliant entertainment she had taken such pride in arranging ! CHAPTER XIX did not speak, but her head fell for- ward on Cavarodossi s shoulder, as he raised her in his arms and put her into the motor-car, waiting in front of the Rolfe home. Both were silent on their way to the hotel. She weakly leaned against Mario and her hand rested in his. He sat still with his eyes closed. Her wild, heartbroken cry was ringing in his ears and Feleki s misery and collapse were haunting him. His heart was overflowing with sympathy and pity for the estranged lovers, for he believed they never could be happy apart or together, because the memory of Camille s life would be ever present in Feleki s mind. When they reached the hotel, Mario assisted her to her room and endeavored to cheer her with gentle words. Celeste was surprised and anxious when she saw her radiant mistress return pale and crushed with grief. While she hastened to remove Camille s jew els and gown, Mario waited in the reception-room. He could not play, nor sing, nor do anything but think of the dramatic scene he had just witnessed. He had not seen Jean Marie, but he could well imagine the Prince s alarm, and he had heard a servant say that His Highness of Bourbon was strangely ter rorized. Cavarodossi was impatient to know if 252 THE FLAME 253 Gwendolyn was at last aware of Jean Marie s du plicity, but he could not question her. His thoughts were interrupted by Camille s appearance, and he was deeply impressed not only by her beauty, but by the unnatural pallor of her face, and by her eyes, which had become mild and lusterless. She was wearing a loose, flowing robe of soft, white silk, and her beautiful wavy black hair was falling over her shoulders, reaching almost to her knees. Mario took a quick step towards her. " Ca- mille ! " he exclaimed with compassion. " Pardon me ! Mademoiselle ! " quickly correcting his famil iarity. Tears sprang to her eyes. Cavarodossi treated her with the same respect he would show a gentle woman, but did he understand that her name was the byword of Bohemian Paris? Or did he with his great soul respect her, knowing that she loathed her degradation? She threw herself face downward on the couch and Mario heard a stifled sob. He waited until she was quiet, then he noiselessly took his hat and started towards the door. As he turned the knob, she raised her head. " Signer Cavarodossi," she softly said, " I thank you for your kindness to me. I never can forget you." She held out her hand, and going to her, he raised it to his lips in his quiet, courtly manner. " I intend that Miss Rolfe shall positively under stand," she added, " but I shan t resort to the com mon melodrama you despise." " I have faith in you, Mademoiselle. I know that you will not yield again to an unkindly impulse." 254 THE FLAME She sadly smiled her gratitude and Cavarodossi left. For several hours she lay still with her face hidden in the pillows. All of her past life, from her childhood to the present day, was lived again in her feverish, overwrought mind. With her beauty she had risen from extreme poverty to queenly lux ury, but gladly would she wipe away these gilded years to be again the idol of Janos s heart. She hated herself for yielding to her ambition. Why had she not realized what Jean Marie would make of her? She hated the mad abandonment in her na ture, the love of wealth and splendor that had led her into wrongdoing. She wanted to be the humble Diane once more, but she knew that her glorious reign as queen of Bohemia had left its ineradicable taint, its feverish, ambitious unrest. She could never be again the innocent girl who ran away with the Prince de Bourbon, the thoughtless child whom Janos had adored. With a fresh pang of anguish, she heard his violin sing the idealistic song of their happy youth. Recalling the second verse, her cheeks burned with shame: " Her charms are of the growth of heaven. She decks the night with hues of day : Blest are the eyes to which tis given On her to gaze the soul away ! " This had been the true poetical expression of Janos s thoughts of her! What was there in her that had come from heaven? . . . Nothing! It was his fanciful belief. She had proved herself THE FLAME 255 to be of the earth earthy without a spark of divine aspiration. She loathed herself and her life, be lieving that she was fit to belong only to a man like Jean Marie. It would be impossible to harm him, because he was far less honorable than she, but she felt that association with Janos would corrupt him, would rob him of the celestial purity of his soul and his art. She had put an insurmountable barrier be tween them. After regaining consciousness in the Rolfe home, she had found Cavarodossi attending her. In an obscure corner, Janos, pale and trem bling, was sitting in a forlorn heap with his hand kerchief pressed to his wet eyes. He had not come to assist her, and she knew that it was not because his heart was cold, but because he shrank from the polluted touch of the degraded woman he had once adored. Camille buried her face deeper in the pillows and gave way to passionate, hysterical sobs. It was after four o clock in the morning, when her reception-room door opened and Jean Marie stood on the threshold, watching her with glistening blood shot eyes. His white face had a haggard, forbid ding look, and his hair was in wild disorder. He came into the room, closed the door, and drawing off his overcoat, flung it on a chair. He was still wear ing his evening dress, but it was crumpled. Camille did not move until he stood near the couch; then she looked up. He saw that her face was pale and tear-stained and that her eyes were dull. She was surprised at his coming and at his di- 256 THE FLAME sheveled appearance, but, as she raised herself on her elbow, she said in a tone that was familiarly crisp and taunting: " You are an early riser, Jean ! Or haven t you been to bed? " An amused, mocking smile curved her lips, but her eyes did not brighten. Jean Marie shrank from her cutting tone. He had believed that he would find her crushed and spir itless, and he had intended to take this moment in which to bend her to his will. Perhaps he even could induce her to go back to Paris, but he saw with bit ter disappointment that her spirit was unbroken. She was searching his face with a quiet gaze, and he could not meet her eyes. " What do you want, Jean ? " she slowly asked. A torrent of impetuous questions rose to his lips, but he forced them down and simply said : " I have come to congratulate you on your success last night." She smiled. " That is kind of you. It was an artistic triumph, wasn t it? " " Yes," he snapped, " but the ending was very dif ferent from the one you had planned." A flash of pain shot across her face. The next mo ment, she laughed in a purring, sarcastic tone that jarred most uncomfortably on his unsteady nerves. " It was dramatic and unexpected, wasn t it? " she said, lightly. He was fast losing the slight mastery he had over himself, and with a sudden burst of hateful anger, exclaimed : " You have tried all this past week to deceive me, THE FLAME 257 but I knew that you were going to the Rolfe home to ruin me." Camille rested her elbow on the arm of the couch and supported her chin in the palm of her hand. " Really, Jean, you are quite clever ! " she said and a gleam was slowly stealing into her eyes. " Are you sorry that you owe your escape to Janos ? " The Prince took a quick step towards her. " Then you acknowledge your treachery ! " " Treachery ! she echoed and laughed, with a toss of her head, adding sarcastically : " I m sorry if your forewarning gave you any uneasiness." Her cold, contemptuous tones fired him with a brutal rage. He was her plaything, he the Prince of Bourbon, she a cafe singer, a hireling ! He could have crushed her as she lay there in her beauty, covered with her luxuriant, wavy hair, for he felt that she was reveling in her power over him. She had jewels, luxury for which she could pay, and he was penniless, depending upon her for support ! " Where did you get all the jewels you wore last night?" he suddenly burst forth. "You told me when I left Paris that you had sold everything. You lied to me ! " A quick sneer rose to her lips and she studied him with angry scorn. She had given him all she had to give, and yet he was not satisfied! No one else had lent him a helping hand when he was in dis grace, and with promises of undying love, he had taken all she had offered. Not until now had she fully known his despicable selfishness, his utter disre gard for chivalry and honor. 258 THE FLAME The disgust and scorn in her face stung him like a lash, and a desperate rage was kindled by his wounded vanity. He had borne enough. This lowly creature that he had dragged from the streets of Paris should not dominate him any longer. Only Janos had saved him from public disgrace at the Rolfe home and he had no intention of being assisted the second time by this Hungarian fiddler he de spised. If Camille was out of the way, he could win Gwendolyn and live in respected ease the rest of his life. And it was this woman of lowly birth who was defying him, this upstart commoner placing her self in the path of a Prince ! His mind was still over wrought and unbalanced by the fear he had experi enced at the musicale, and as he glanced again at Camille, and saw the contemptuous disgust in her face, rage overpowered his reason. The end had come ! As if his throat were parched, he said hoarsely: " I m thirsty. Give me a drink." She studied him a moment with puzzled surprise, then slowly rose, and going to the closet, brought out a bottle of wine and a glass, and put them on the table. She watched him, wonderingly, while he drew the cork. His hands were trembling and blood was mounting to his face. He filled the glass, but his hand was so unsteady that he spilt some wine. Sud denly, he said with an effort: " Take some, Camille. I don t want to drink alone." With a puzzled frown, she turned away and went back to the closet. He quickly took from his pocket the little vial he always carried and emptied the con- THE FLAME 259 tents into his wine. As she returned to the table, with another glass, he handed his to her, but did not raise his eyes. She noticed that his breath was com ing hard and fast. With her mystified glance rest ing on him, she raised the glass to her lips. His eyes met hers with a terrible, expectant glare, and she saw her doom in his face. With a low cry, she blanched and staggered back, but the next instant she was erect, fired with a desperate fury. He had placed death in her hands ! This scoundrel who had ruined her life, who had enticed her from the man she loved and made her a woman to despise, was about to take her life, because she was in his way ! She had given him all, she had sold herself to raise money for his extravagant demands, and now,, that she was no longer necessary to him, because he could marry an heiress, he would kill her to gain his liberty ! She glanced from him to the glass she held, and back again to him. She would make him drink this wine, but was it worth the punishment she would re ceive for the crime? Her lips curled as she saw him standing before her a trembling coward. Her proud womanhood was aroused and she studied him with superb disdain. He was nothing but a treacherous weakling and his life belonged to her. She would let him live and suffer with humiliation for every wrong he ever had done. She would take him back to Paris and hold him up for public ridicule. He was in her power now, as he never had been before. Tossing back her head, she laughed with sarcastic disgust, and he shrank from her cutting scorn. She went to the window, threw out the wine and 260 T H E F L A M E the glass and turning back, they eyed each other with a desperate challenge. Then Jean Marie s eyes fell. As she closed the window, she said in a low but unsteady tone: " I have saved your life, Jean. Now you had bet ter go." He drew a sharp breath, and blood rose to his face and fled again. Without giving him another glance, she proudly swept past him, and going into her bed room, closed the door and locked it. For a space, he stood staring wildly at the door, then horror and fear swept over him, and he staggered back and fell on the couch. CHAPTER XX rilHE morning after the musicale, Gwendolyn went A down to breakfast, pale and silent. Her eyes were dull and bore traces of tears and of the sleep less night she had passed. As she entered, Richard glanced up from his morning paper, and a look of pain flashed across his face when he saw her suffer ing. She went to kiss him as usual, and he impul sively drew her down in a close embrace. Her lips trembled, but she repressed the tears. He knew that her faith in Jean Marie had been shaken, and he happily believed that the Frenchman s love would be rejected. During breakfast, she made a dismal effort to be sociable, and when Richard went away, he was grieved over her distress, yet hopeful, for he thought that she would now turn to Cavarodossi and more deeply appreciate his worth. Left alone, Gwendolyn returned to her room and forlornly sank into a chair near the window. She knew that Jean Marie had not been truthful in the ex planation of his acquaintance with the beautiful singer. There was something tragic and pitiful back of that stirring scene the night before and, as Rich ard had said, it had been a warning to her. She had done as he had advised, studied the whole scene from a disinterested, practical point of view, and no 262 THE FLAME matter how lenient she might be towards Jean Marie, the appearances were all against him. The terror, jealousy, hatred, that had been depicted on his white face had been unmistakable, and Gwendolyn had vaguely understood the significant meaning in Ca- mille s eyes as she watched the Prince while singing the aria from " Samson and Delilah." Sarcastic tri umph and defiance were in the singer s voice, and Gwendolyn had suspected from her manner and from the words of the aria that the woman had planned to ruin Jean Marie that night. She must have some thing more serious to tell than the simple story that the Prince had related to Gwendolyn. Bitter resent ment against Jean Marie rose in her heart and she acknowledged to herself that she never had had abso lute faith in the attractive nobleman. She realized that she had been fascinated by his poetical expres sions, his romancing and she blushed to own it by his exalted title. The life that she had pictured with him in France had been idealistic with its allur ing castles still permeated with medieval romance and history, and Jean Marie with his aristocratic bearing was like a lover in fiction. She was ashamed and angry that she had been such a foolish child, chasing a phantom. How Jean Marie must have laughed at her simplicity ! Womanly indignation rose in her heart as it never had before. She was not a child, and she would let the Prince know that she under stood his falseness. She had intended not to receive him when he would call, but now her righteous anger made her anxious to prove to him that she was no longer weak and beguiled by his suave deception. T H E F L A M E 263 She shuddered at the thought of how he would have trapped her had not the singer been miraculously en gaged by Richard. Why had she not heeded her brother when he warned her against Jean Marie? Why had she not understood from Cavarodossi s manner after her meeting with the Prince and the singer at Pastori s Villa, that something was wrong? Cavarodossi must believe her the simple, ignorant child that Jean Marie knew her to be ! Her cheeks burned with shame. Cavarodossi s opinion was of consequence to her, and she yearned for his sym pathy and sincerity. She never had doubted him nor had Richard, and as her brother had often told her, Mario was every inch a man. But Jean Marie ! . . . She covered her face with her trembling hands. She had been courting unhappiness, playing with inevitable despair! Had Cavarodossi appeared at that moment, she would have told him in her hon est, simple way that she never had appreciated him till now that she knew Jean Marie to be unworthy. Yet she felt a bitter disappointment that the Prince was unworthy. It was hard to believe that the life she had pictured had been nothing but a fantastic dream. She dared not think of what her future would have been. In the afternoon, while she was attending to her plants, she heard someone approaching, and glancing back, saw Jean Marie about to step from the music- room into the conservatory. He abruptly paused as her eyes met his, and Gwendolyn, with a low ex clamation, drew back. His face was white and hag gard and his eyes were bloodshot, as they had been 264 THE FLAME when he went to Camille, but in his face was another look, one far more terrible, that of a desperate, mad dened man who had been caught in his first crime. He turned away from Gwendolyn s frightened gaze and went back into the music-room. She hesitated, then followed him. He was standing before the fire place, looking down unseeingly at the drowsing flames, and some time passed before he turned to her, where she stood in the middle of the room, watching him with concern. " Gwendolyn," he said slowly, and his voice was no longer suave and debonair, " I know you doubt me, I know you feel I have lied in regard to that woman, Camille Dubray." Gwendolyn s anger was kindled at the mention of the singer, and drawing herself up, she coldly eyed the Prince. " Yes, I do believe that your self-reproving con fession was insincere." The tinge of sarcasm in her tone deeply cut Jean Marie, for it reminded him of Camille s contemptu ous scorn, and the memory of her unbalanced him. When he spoke again, his voice trembled with despair and pleading. " I don t know how I can repair my wrong," he said. " My only hope is that I have stifled your faith in me, not killed it." She forced a sad little smile and shook her head. " Let us not discuss that woman and your past," she quietly said. " I fear there is no good in either, and I prefer not to listen." Jean Marie took a quick step forward. THE FLAME 265 " You must listen ! " he exclaimed. " You must ! I can t give you up in this way. I know there is nothing in my past that deserves such a sweet, noble woman as yourself, but I promise you, I swear to you, that my future shall be pure and honorable, that I will devote my life to the noble purposes you desire. It is for you to lead; I will follow." The anguish, the almost tearful pleading in his voice stirred her pity, but she said, firmly: " It is of no use for you to speak. We are not suited to each other, and it is best for us to part. The beliefs, the education of a foreign nobleman are too unlike mine for us ever to live in harmony. I know my brother never would agree to our marriage, and I would not marry without his consent." " I am willing to wait," he begged. " I will be come an American citizen. I will live as you live. I put myself in your hands, Gwendolyn. Mold me as you wish ! " Jean Marie meant what lie said, not be cause he repented the vileness of his past, but because he believed that Camille had permanently deserted him, and with her had gone his means of sup port. He had remained in her apartments until day break, but she had not left her room. Her last words were incessantly ringing in his ears, " I have saved your life, Jean. Now you had better go ! " Go ! She had turned him from her, leaving him penniless ! But if he could win Gwendolyn, was this not better than suffering the humiliation to which Camille sub jected him, by making him ask for every dollar he required? He thought he would be willing to be come an American citizen, he believed he could sub- 266 THE FLAME mit to anything, so long as Gwendolyn would marry him and give him the handling of her great fortune. He now shrank from the thought of returning to Paris, even as a wealthy man, because he never again could live comfortably in the same city with Camille, for, wealthy or poor, he would be within her grasp, especially since he had made the mad attempt to take her life. After a pause, Gwendolyn slowly shook her head. " If you were a child," she said, " perhaps I could mold you according to my ideas, but I fear your life has been too careless for me to change you now." " No ! Try ! " he begged. " I cannot avoid being uplifted by your nobleness, for you are the purest of women. Give me an opportunity to prove my sin cerity." " No," she said, quietly. " I can t." " Gwendolyn ! " he cried, springing forward. " Don t desert me ! Don t ! " He held out his arms to her, but she turned away. Maddened by the ab ject poverty before him, unbalanced by his desperate attack on Camille s life, and overwrought by the strain his nerves had suffered, he broke down, and staggering forward, fell face downward on the divan, and burst into tears. Gwendolyn caught her breath, and, shrinking back, stood trembling as she watched him. She never be fore had seen a man sob, and it was a terrible sight to her, the breaking of a strong, masculine heart. A flood of pity swept over her. He was like a forsaken child, and the mother instinct, the mother love awak ened and demanded her protection of this suffering, THE FLAME 267 helpless man. No matter how bad he may have been in the past, he repented now and her conscience chided her that she had refused a helping hand. It would be a nobler act to redeem a sinner than to aid one who never had gone astray. Jesus did not turn from the Magdalen, why should she turn from Jean Marie? Remorseful tears rose to her eyes. She wished Rich ard could see Jean. He also would forgive and aid him. She must listen to the story Jean had to tell, no matter how bad it might be, for how could she help him if she did not know the wrongs he had done? She must let him unburden his heart, so that she could point out the way of correction and salvation. Going to him, she gently laid her hand on his shoulder, and softly said: " Don t despair, Jean. I am willing to help you. Be brave." With a low, hopeful exclamation, he caught her hand and kissed it ; then, springing up, walked to the farther end of the room and wiped his face and eyes with his handkerchief. " Forgive my weakness," he said brokenly, and stood with his back to her until she went, and resting her hand on his arm, said encouragingly : " I want to hear about your life and that that woman. It was unkind of me to be relent less." He clutched her fingers and pressed them eagerly to his lips. He had won her again ! It was worth the agony and despair that he had suffered. She saw the joy in his eyes and understood it to be a silent declaration of love. 268 THE FLAME " Come and sit down," she said, " and open your heart to me." Taking his hand, she gently drew him to a chair and sat on a cushion at his feet, as she often did with Richard. He let some time slip by before he spoke, for he was not sure of himself and could not altogether con trol his thoughts. His sudden collapse had dazed him, and the story he had planned to tell concerning Camille was not clear in his mind. Gwendolyn, her head bowed, waited in silence for him to speak. " I did a wretched thing to that woman," he said, at last, slowly, falteringly, because he knew he must begin, " but it was, I think, hardest of all for Feleki." Gwendolyn quickly glanced up, but Jean Marie closed his eyes. " This woman, Camille Dubray," he carefully went on, " was a cafe singer, a woman but little known. She was beautiful, dashing, adventurous, as you can see, and she longed to become famous in the gay life of Paris. Feleki had found her, and had fallen des perately in love with her. She became his sweetheart. . . . She was an immoral woman. He was begin ning his career as a concert violinist, and could not command the money he does at present, but he could give her more than the men with whom she had previ ously associated. For a while she was contented, but at last ambition mastered her and she craved more than he could give, yet she loved him in her inmost heart. It was her love of flattery and jewels that conquered her, and, naturally enough, I sup pose, since she had been born and reared in the slums THE FLAME 269 of Paris. Feleki, with his idealistic soul, loved her blindly, perhaps, " and Jean Marie faltered, " she may have reminded him of the Diane Godin whose story he told here one night. . . . There is something wild and weird in Feleki s nature, and I do not condemn his undying passion for Camille. I only can pity him. Through his influence, she ob tained a position in a popular cafe, and it was here that I first met her and was attracted by her brilliant charms. In company with my young friends, I used to go every night to hear her sing, and was flattered because she never failed to sing a love song with her languishing eyes looking into mine. She seemed to favor me above the others, and well, I was reck less, a hot-headed youth. I made her acquaintance, and when she learned that I was a nobleman, she fairly threw herself into my arms, knowing that with my influence I could make her the petted idol of Paris. I do not blame her for what she did, because she never had been taught to know what purity means. Vain, proud youth that I was, I took her from Feleki, although I knew that the loss of her would crush his heart. It was a dastardly thing to do. ... I secured her positions in the leading cafes and she be came the undisputed queen she had longed to be. At last I grew tired of her, because there was so much in her nature that was vulgar, and also I learned that she was unfaithful to me. When I deserted her, she longed again for Feleki, but, although she made him every promise of eternal fidelity, he would not take her back, and he hated me for what I had done, and I believe he hates me still. Her love for him grew 270 THE FLAME with his unrelenting decision not to accept her again. She turned against me and denounced me everywhere, but when I met her here, she was as friendly as though nothing ever had happened. Last night, at the musicale, I had a presentiment that she intended to denounce me before your friends to repay me for having taken her from Janos and, at the same time, to give him absolute proof that she no longer cares for me." " What brought her to San Francisco? " Gwendo lyn interrupted in an unsteady tone. She felt that she must help Jean Marie, but his confession was al most more than she could bear. This woman had be longed to him ! She shuddered. A sudden inspiration came to Jean Marie. " Ca- mille heard that the violinist was here, and she de termined to make another effort to win him," he said, " but Feleki is firm. You can well imagine my as tonishment when I found her here in company with Monsieur Dubois, who knows nothing concerning her. As I told you before, I was ashamed to let Dubois know of my former acquaintance with the woman, and also I did not want him to question me concern ing her, because I imagined and hoped that she was leading a better life. It was a strange fate that brought Feleki, the woman and myself together again." Jean Marie sat for a time looking thoughtfully be fore him. It had indeed been a strange fate, but the past would be dead and buried now that Camille had deserted him and he had won Gwendolyn once more. He looked down at her soft blonde curls and smiled. THE FLAME 271 How different she was from the woman he would choose for his wife, yet how necessary she was to him! "What was the last song she sang? " Gwendolyn presently asked. " It was wonderful, a divine har mony." " Feleki composed it for her when they were sweet hearts." Jean Marie quickly changed the subject. " My taking that woman from Feleki is not the only wrong I have done," he added, despairingly. " I have gambled and fought duels and done every foolish thing imaginable, thinking that I was having pleasure and seeing the best in life, but now I want you to guide me, Gwendolyn. I am willing to do anything you may ask, for my repentance is sincere. I feel happier now that I have unburdened my heart and kept nothing from you. Can you forgive me? Will you help me? " Her sympathy and good resolutions did not for sake her. She believed that Jean Marie was sincere, but she knew that it would take time before she could reconcile herself to giving her heart and hand to a man who had led his intemperate life and who had been entangled with a woman like Camille Dubray. Perhaps he was no worse than many men, but she wanted one who was purer, one who was like Cav- arodossi. Jean Marie saw the struggle in her eyes and under stood. He took her hand and pressed it reverently to his lips. " You won t forsake me, will you ? " he asked in a gentle, pleading tone. She slowly shook her head. Looking into his eyes, 272 THE FLAME she saw the hope that was lighting them and she innocently believed that the unburdening of his heart was the first step towards the rebuilding of a nobler life. Jean Marie did not urge a tender answer, nor did he manifest a fervent love; he only raised her hand and again pressed it to his lips. He felt a sudden reaction after his desperate struggle and outburst, and he knew that he must leave and master himself alone. He was confident that he had conquered Gwendolyn through her sympathies, and he could go home and rest. He did not take her in his arms when he left, but tenderly kissed her hair. She held out her hand and for a moment they stood silently grasping each other s fingers ; then Jean Marie turned away, as if he were again overcome by his emotions. Gwendolyn went out into the hall and waited until the door closed behind him; then, slowly, thought fully, she returned to the music-room. Her heart was full of pity for him and she censured his parents for not having taught him how to live a better, nobler life. She felt a responsibility for his future. She would tell Richard of his heartrending anguish, and she believed that her brother would sympathize with him. When Richard came home to dinner, Gwendolyn was still in the music-room, and hearing the door close, was about to call, " Dick ! " when an imperious voice rose from her heart and cried, " Silence ! " She caught a quick, nervous breath, and shrinking back in her chair, tremblingly obeyed the warning. CHAPTER XXI THE attempt that Jean Marie had made to take Camille s life had deeply stirred her, not be cause she feared him, but because she now under stood the extent of his treachery and degradation. She always had known that he was unprincipled and cared only for his own comfort and pleasure, but it startled her to realize that he would take her life to fulfill his desires. She had expected neither noble ness por generosity from him, but he had fallen far beneath even that estimation, for she had believed that the culture and refinement of his birth would prevent him from sinking to the depths of a common crim inal. Had he been born of poor, ignorant parents, as she had been, and had he associated with the thoughtless, uncultured people with whom she had been thrown, she could better have understood his ab solute corruption. Although her heart burned with hatred, she would not abandon him, so strong was her determination to make him pay the penalty of his wrongs, and she did not think that he believed himself to be abandoned. She passed the day after the musicale in languid despair. The memory of Janos s love song clung to her more persistently than did Jean Marie s attack on her life. The hopelessness of her love for Janos and the understanding that she herself had put the 273 274 THE FLAME barrier between them, preyed unceasingly on her mind. She had only one fragile comfort, that he still adored Diane Godin. As Camille Dubray she had become another woman, and he lived with his dead ideal. Cavarodossi had sympathetically told her that whenever Janos played, it was to his Diane. But in her inmost heart, she knew that even in her pure days she could not have been like the ideal he had cherished, for had she been so chaste and noble, she never could have fallen under the influence of a man like Jean Marie. Janos had often laughed at her wild, capricious ways and had tried to tame her, as he said, but he saw in her a sweet, idealistic soul, which Camille now believed was only his poetic dream. Without lenity she studied her life as it had been and was merciless in her self-condemnation, yet she realized that there was some virtue in her character, even as Camille Dubray. If only Janos could see this and forgive the pollution of the flesh and respect her ! If only he could know the good that was still existent and feel that she was soiled with corruption, but not corrupt! Yet how could she expect him to believe this, when she had run away with a disreputable man and left not only him, her betrothed, but her mother, who was depending upon her for support? Camille could not understand how she ever could have yielded to Jean Marie s base persuasion and been dazzled by his promises of wealth. It was true that he had not told her what her life would be as the favorite of the dissolute cafe habitues. She had not understood the price he would make her pay for self- indulgence. He had deceived and beguiled her, but T H E F L A M E 275 she should not have succumbed to his fatal tempta tion. She had paid and was paying with despera tion and misery for every jewel she had possessed and for all the luxury with which she was surrounded. She wondered why it was that such a serpent as Jean Marie had come into her life and robbed her of what might have been a happy, brilliant future, but why had she not eluded the serpent s fangs ? Camille dwelt upon her life and its mad follies un til she became almost hysterical in her despair, but in the night she fell asleep, exhausted, and awoke in the morning filled with the determination to expose Jean Marie and force him back to Paris with her. She would do as Janos and Cavarodossi had asked her, go privately to Gwendolyn and tell her story. It was her duty as well as a personal gratification. After luncheon, she had Celeste dress her in a black princess gown. Her broad-brimmed hat was covered with a long black veil, and the ends were tied in a large, soft bow under her chin. It was a simple, modest attire, but as she glanced in the mirror before leaving her room, she realized that her brilliant beauty was not dimmed. Reaching the Rolfe home, she stepped lightly from the motor-car and ascended the broad marble steps. It was a pleasant, balmy day, and although her mind was occupied with the ordeal before her, her beauty- loving eyes were attracted by the deep slope of rich green lawn that stretched far back on either side of the stone house. There was something refreshing and sweet in the appearance of the place, and she hesitated before reaching the top step, knowing that 276 THE FLAME when she would leave, a gloom would have fallen over the home. She rang the bell, and presently the butler opened the door and astonishment flashed into his face when he saw her. " Is Miss Rolfe at home? " she asked, not present ing a card. " Tell her, please, that a lady wishes to see her. You need not mention whom." A silent moment passed before the servant asked her to enter and wait until he would speak to Miss Rolfe, who, he believed, was in the garden. Camille nodded and took a seat near the door. Left alone, her eyes strayed over the handsome hall, with its massive oak furniture, rich golden-brown hangings, and costly statuary. She drew a deep breath of the pure air, untainted by artificiality. It was quiet and restful to her tired nerves. On the square landing of the broad stairway was a large art- glass window of Murillo s La Vergine col Figlio, and she was studying the exquisite beauty of it, when a vision in white came slowly down the stairs. Camille rose and advanced some steps as Gwendolyn reached the landing. Pausing abruptly, the girl clutched the balustrade and stood looking down with startled sur prise. The sun shining through the window daintily colored her gown with a rainbow of delicate shades, and Camille drew back before the fair girl, who looked like an angel of purity. Could she unfold to this sweet creature the immorality of her life? She drew her black veil half across her face and shrank back into the soft shadow. THE FLAME 277 " What do you wish? " Gwendolyn demanded with quiet dignity, but a tremulous note was in her voice. " I have something to tell you." Camille stepped forward again. Gwendolyn shook her head. " I am sorry for you," she said, " but I am sure you can tell me noth ing that I wish to hear." " Perhaps not, Mademoiselle, but it is something you must hear." Gwendolyn elevated her brows. " Must? " she echoed, and smiled wearily. " Don t force me, Mademoiselle. It means your salvation if you listen, but if you won t, I must seek your brother." Gwendolyn s fingers tightened over the balustrade and her face went white. The butler returned to the hall and glanced with surprise from Camille to Gwendolyn, who said with an effort: " Show the lady into the music-room, James." When the servant returned, Gwendolyn was wait ing at the foot of the stairs. " When His Highness of Bourbon calls," she said, quietly, " tell him that I am not at liberty, but will see him to-morrow afternoon at four." She passed on to the music-room and paused on the threshold before entering and closing the door. Jealousy again stirred in her heart, and she hesitated to meet this singer whom Jean Marie had called an immoral woman. Going towards the windows, Gwendolyn se- 278 THE FLAME lected a chair that brought her back to the light, and motioning with dignity for Camille to sit opposite her, waited with dread for the singer to speak. " It is a most unpleasant story that I must tell, Mademoiselle, and I know that it will be distressing for you to listen, but I could not let you walk blindly to destruction, even though it were of no personal satisfaction to me to disclose this base deception." " I do not understand you," Gwendolyn murmured, avoiding Camille s gaze and involuntarily shrinking back. " I wish to speak of the frince de Bourbon, Made moiselle." The girl did not answer, but trembled before the hatred and anger flickering in Camille s eyes at the mention of his name. The pity and faith that Jean Marie had awakened in Gwendolyn the day before had been shaken by the imperious voice that had kept her from confiding in her brother. Jean Marie had told two stories, but was either truthful? His col lapse had been sincere, but what had really caused it? " I must begin, Mademoiselle, by telling you some thing of my life, so that you can understand that I was once what you are now, a good, pure girl." Ca mille s voice quivered, and she sat erect, clutching the arms of her chair. " I was born in poverty, but, unfortunately, I longed for wealth. At an age when a child should be in school, I was forced to work and support myself, my mother and sister. Perhaps I was wild and adventurous, yes, I know I was, and, unluckily, men easily fell slaves to my vivacious way, but one day, when I was eighteen, an artist came into THE FLAME 279 my life and I struggled to suppress the madness in my nature, because I loved him and he loved me." Camille s voice trembled and she paused. Gwendolyn, with a throbbing heart, sat still. There was something stirring and magnetic in Ca- mille s rich tones, that made Gwendolyn, almost un willingly, believe that the woman was sincere. " The man was a true artist, this violinist, with an idealistic nature, and I studied and tried to refine my self that I might become more like him," Camille went on, brokenly. " He saw my faults, yet loved me for them, because he did not believe that they would lead me to ruin. Some months after we had been engaged, a man carne to lodge in the house where I was living. He was a gentleman in outward appearance and seemed to be of aristocratic birth, but he dressed poorly like the students and had but little money. He was attracted by my youthful charms and I was fascinated by his polished, exquisite manner. When he tried to win me, he told me of the wealthy world from which he had come and of the high position that he had occupied. He praised my voice and said that with his influence he could make me the most popular cafe singer in France. He told me of the money I could earn, of the power I should wield over the pub lic and I should be courted by titled and wealthy men. He had discovered my weakness; he knew that I longed for luxury. I listened to him, fascinated by his poetical love for me, and it flattered my vanity that I, a poor, uncultured girl, could win the heart of this exalted man. He cast an enchanting spell over me, and I was weak enough to yield. After a year, 280 T H E F L A M E he decided to go back to his old life and begged me to go with him and share its wealth and its glory! . . . Glory ! " Camille closed her eyes and a shudder ran through her. Gwendolyn had not moved, but fear was stealing into her face and she sat rigid, imperceptibly breath ing through her parted lips. Presently Camille went on: " I told my fiance that I could not marry him, for I did not love him as I at first had believed and that I was going away with this man. He was crushed instead of being enraged, and let me go, instead of killing me." A dramatic quiver shot into Camille s voice and Gwendolyn moved uneasily. " I went away with this fascinating, disreputable wretch and left my mother, my sister and the only man I ever have truly loved. I was weak, but he had hypnotized me." Gwendolyn, leaning forward, her startled eyes fas tened on the singer s face, asked unsteadily : 66 Are you Diane Godin ? " Camille sprang up. " How did you know ? " she gasped. " Monsieur Feleki told your sad story here one night, and now I understand the Prince of Bourbon s agitation." Overcome with misery and trembling, with excitement and fear, Gwendolyn rose, and going to the window, rested her arm against the casing and hid her face in the soft sleeve falling over her elbow. She remembered agreeing with Feleki that the man who had come into Diane s life had been like a viper concealed in the grass. She struggled to suppress the agonizing tears that were forcing themselves to THE FLAME 281 her eyes. The shock of discovering Jean Marie s contemptible character, his falseness, his lies, the hor ror of learning how close she had slipped to the edge of a precipice, stunned her, and she silently clutched the plush draperies at the window to keep herself from falling. Camille knew that she had defeated Jean Marie, but she was not satisfied ; she wanted the girl to know all ; she was determined to tear every shred of decency from the man who had ruined her life. " Janos could tell no more than what I have just related, but that, Mademoiselle, is only the begin ning, and reveals but little concerning the man who, I believe, has offered you his heart." Gwendolyn shrank closer to the window, but did not speak. " He stayed with me for two years after I left the Latin Quarter with him," Camille continued, resting on the back of a chair, her eyes riveted on Gwendo lyn s blonde curls, " but one day a vulgar dance-hall woman caught his fancy, and, without warning, he left me, a girl of twenty, to become the toy of dishon orable men. But what had he done to me before he left me alone 1 " Camille s voice broke and she cov ered her face with her veil. " He was in desperate need of money to keep on with his fast life, and . . . he induced me to sell myself, that money might be raised to meet his extravagant demands ! . . . O God, why did Janos not kill me ! " A sudden weakness stole over Camille and she sank on her knees, still clinging to the chair. When she went on, her voice was low and muffled. " After several 282 THE FLAME months, Bourbon came back to me, because I had then become the most popular cafe singer in Paris, and money was pouring in, but he left me again for an other woman. Four times in the seven years since I went away with him, he has deserted me, but he al ways returned and I accepted him, because he be longed to me as no other man did. A year ago, he came back in desperate poverty. His uncle had re fused to pay any more of his debts, and to raise money, he had sold cherished family relics. All that he had inherited went to the creditors who were hound ing him. He had become entangled in some dishon orable business, and this, combined with his enormous debts, forced him to become an exile from Paris. He wanted to come to America until the Parisians should forget, and I sold everything of value that I pos sessed to raise enough money for him. He pretended to repent his life and promised to find work over here and then send for me and marry me, so we could begin a new, clean life. But he lied to me. He had no in tention of working. It was an heiress he was seeking, who, with her money, could reestablish his social po sition in France." Camille paused, and raising her head, fastened her penetrating eyes on the girl, but Gwendolyn did not move. She was still clinging to the drapery, quietly sobbing. What a dupe Jean Marie had made of her ! She was overcome with shame, with bitter hu miliation that she had not understood him and known that he was seeking her fortune only. The last hope of his sincerity had been swept away with the knowl edge that this woman was Diane Godin, and she THE FLAME 283 shrank from the remembrance of the caresses this dis solute hypocrite had given her. She was terrorized at the peril into which she had almost plunged her self, and when Camille spoke again, Gwendolyn visi bly trembled. " What had driven him to the Latin Quarter, in cognito, was dishonest gambling with cards. He is a social outcast, and the castle of which he speaks is owned by his uncle, who has promised him a home in it, if he will marry a rich woman and lead a decent life. He is a past-master at deception, this exalted Prince, and to gain your fortune, he would have tricked you, as he did me. I am thankful that I could save your life, Mademoiselle, from becoming the wreck that he has made mine. Through him, I lost Janos, the one man who had a great love for me and who could have made me happy and respected, in stead of being what I am now, a woman to insult and despise ! " Camille s tone, dismal with absolute despair, roused Gwendolyn, and a flood of pity swept through her, driving away every unkind feeling she had had for the beautiful singer. She turned to Camille, and, springing forward, caught her protectingly in her arms. " No ! You are not a woman to despise ! " she ex claimed. " Ignorance and inexperience made you fall in flesh, but your spirit is left untouched. Some day Janos will know this, too." A great throb of surprise, joy and hope broke from Camille s lips, and crushing Gwendolyn to her heart, clung to her as to life itself. Her proud spirit 284 T H E F L A M E was broken by the kindly words. She became the girl and Gwendolyn the strong, defending woman, for the childlike youth had died and the woman had ma tured while Camille was telling her story. Indigna tion, resentment, disgust for her blind folly, stirred the very depths of her soul, and contemptuous hatred for Jean Marie rose in her heart, that he would entice her into a marriage, not for herself, but for her for tune. And this poor woman, sobbing in her arms, had been dragged through degradation to give him money to squander on dissolute living! Her arms tightened about Camille and she tenderly kissed her wet, pale cheek. She did not speak, but let Camille s tears flow on until, at last, they ceased and she said, brokenly : " The kindest words I have heard since leaving Janos are those you said to me just now." Gwendolyn pressed her hand, and Camille, drawing away, wiped her eyes. " I didn t know that such a bad, unprincipled man could be so gentle and refined," Gwendolyn said, presently, in a thoughtful, unhappy tone. " There are many men just as bad as he, Miss Rolfe, but there are none who are worse. I came to San Francisco to learn what he was doing and why I had not heard from him, and I am glad I did come, for it is worth more to me than you can imagine to have met a true woman like yourself and a noble man like Signer Cavarodossi. I would have traveled around the world to find both of you. The only sym pathy and kindly help I have had till now have come from him, and my heart is overflowing with joy, THE FLAME 285 knowing that he loves you." Camille fastened a searching look upon Gwendolyn, and the girl red dened. " Suppose you had fallen into the clutches of Bourbon, instead of being enshrined in the heart of a man like Signor Cavarodossi ! " Camille fervently added. Gwendolyn did not answer, but turned away. What a foolish, vain girl she had been to favor a deceitful, hypocritical Prince over a simple, honest man like Cavarodossi, who commanded the respect of everyone! Humiliation and disgust for her weak ness, roused an anger that made her blood tingle through her veins, and it seemed as though her heart would burst with indignation. She never wished to hear the name of Jean Marie again. " If I could have been saved from him," Camille added, " how different my life would be ! I could have stood at Janos s side, his social equal, making him happy, instead of breaking his heart ! " She bowed her head and hid her face in her hands. " The one love, the one thought of my life, is Janos, and he is lost to me ! " she sobbed. Gwendolyn, turning back, gazed at her with pity. If only she could help her! Camille s being a social outcast, a woman for a pure girl to shun, was of no consequence ; it only made the sympathy between them stronger, and she wished that Feleki could forgive his repentant Diane and take her to his heart again. A knock fell upon the door. Camille went to the windows and stood looking out. Some moments passed before Gwendolyn said, "Come!" 286 THE FLAME James entered and held out his dainty salver. Gwendolyn slowly took the card and caught her breath as she read the name. She glanced quickly to Camille, then back again to James and nodded. The servant quietly withdrew, and presently the visi tor entered. " I could not go away without telling you good-by, Miss Rolfe. I am leaving this afternoon for New York." Camille swung round, crying, " Janos ! " Feleki blanched, and staggering back, clutched his throbbing heart. " Have pity on her ! " Gwendolyn begged. " She has told me her story, and oh, it is so sad ! She has saved me, and I love her. Don t think of what her life has been, think of what it would be, with you to help her!" Feleki pressed his hand to his aching forehead and closed his eyes. His pale, thin face showed what he had suffered in the two days that had passed since the musicale. With a flood of love rising in her heart, Camille sprang forward, but he turned from her. A low, broken sob burst from her lips, and Gwendolyn, catching her in her arms, asked with tears in her voice : " Don t you pity Diane? Can t you forgive her? " " Yes, Mademoiselle," Feleki said with an effort, turning back, " I do pity Diane and I have forgiven her for every capricious thing she ever has done, but she " pointing to Camille " ceased to be Diane when she went away with the Prince de Bourbon. THE FLAME 287 My Diane died when Camille Dubray was born. Don t think me cruel and heartless, Miss Rolfe, for I feel the deepest sympathy for Mademoiselle Dubray, and I would help her in every way within my power. There is nothing I would refuse her, but she is not Diane! " " Oh, don t say that ! " Gwendolyn implored, as Camille shrank closer in her embrace. " She is Diane, and always will be. Say rather that she is not Camille Dubray, the woman born in a hypnotic snare." Camille s arms tightened around Gwendolyn, but she said in a low, stifled tone : " He is right. You don t understand. His Diane never could be what I am now," and she drew away from Gwendolyn. " Let us say good-by ! " Feleki said. " I have borne so much, I have suffered so keenly, that I can not endure any more. It is killing me. I am living in a world alone; my only companions are a memory and my violin." He paused until he could master his emotions, then added : " Good-by, Miss Rolfe. I hope we shall meet again." He went towards her and extended his hand. She took it, and he stooped and lightly kissed her fingers. Before he could draw away, she slipped Camille s hand into his. While he hesitated, with distress drawing the mus cles of his white face, Camille s eyes devoured him with an absorbing, hopeless love. All the color had fled from her cheeks, and Gwendolyn caught her, fearing that she would fall. At last, Feleki tremblingly stooped and kissed her 288 THE FLAME hand, and his lips lingered a moment. When he straightened up, his eyes were closed, and as he opened them, they were looking into a world that Gwendolyn did not know. All the genius, all the pas sion for his art and Diane, were burning in his soft brown eyes, and as he turned away, a look of enrap tured inspiration beautified his pale, classical face. He silently walked from the room without looking back. Camille sprang forward. She could not lose him! He was hers ! He loved her ! They had been made for each other. Gwendolyn seized her arm. " Don t go to him ! " she whispered. " I believe a sacred voice has told him that he will find his Diane again. Have courage and wait." With a low, broken cry, Camille sank in a chair and burst into passionate tears. Gwendolyn knelt beside her and held her in a close embrace. The two women so entirely unlike, were filled with an undying sympathy for each other, and the memory of this sweet girl s compassion shed forever after a soothing, hopeful light over Camille s unfortunate life. CHAPTER XXII RICHARD came home early, intending to take Gwendolyn to call on some friends who had just arrived in San Francisco, coming from New York. When he opened the front door, he was met by James, whose countenance plainly showed anxiety. After giving him a second quick glance, Richard asked for his sister. " She is in the music-room. There is a lady with her," he hesitated, " the beautiful lady who sang at the musicale, and, pardon me, Mr. Rolfe, but I heard some heartbroken sobs not long ago and it startled me. It has been about fifteen minutes since Mr. Feleki left." James had lived in the Rolfe family since Gwendo lyn was a little child, and he felt the deepest affection for her. Without waiting to answer, Richard hastened to the music-room, opened the door, and abruptly halted, surprised at the scene before him. Gwendolyn, still on her knees beside Camille, was holding the singer s hand and looking up into her white, tear-stained face with encouragement and sympathy. " Dick ! " she exclaimed, as he quickly went for ward. " I am glad you have come." Camille rose, and turning aside, wiped her eyes. " What is it ? " Richard asked with concern. 290 THE FLAME " Oh, Dick ! " Gwendolyn threw her arms around her brother and hid her face in his coat. " It is aw ful, av/ful ! You were right about him. I have been such a blind, foolish girl ! " " Do you mean Bourbon ? " he asked, gently strok ing her hair. " Yes." Camille turned back to Richard and met his search ing, inquiring gaze. " I feared that Bourbon was visiting here with the intention of winning your sister," she said with an effort, for her voice was still unsteady, " and I came to tell her what he is." " God bless you for it ! " Richard fervently said. " I have warned her from the first, but she thought me suspicious." " Oh, Dick, forgive me ! " Gwendolyn drew away, and dropping into a chair, covered her face with her hands. " I never will be foolish again ! Tell him your story, Diane." " Diane ! " he quickly echoed. " Yes. She is Diane Godin." An exclamation of surprise slipped from Rich ard s lips and the glance he flashed to Camille asked for an explanation. Slowly, falteringly, she told again the story of her life as she had related it to Gwendolyn, but it had a more pathetic ring, for her meeting with Janos and his silent departure had broken her and every word quivered with tearful despair. Richard, sitting opposite her, did not once glance away, and as he listened, a dangerous light flared in THE FLAME 291 his steel-gray eyes and two red spots began to burn on his cheeks. He had believed that Bourbon s life had not been any too clean, but he had not suspected the extent of his corruption. He had permitted this disreputable fellow to visit his home as a friend ! He had let him play the devoted cavalier to his sister! Hot blood surged through him, and while Camille was telling of Bourbon s abject poverty and determination to win an heiress, Richard, unable to sit quiet, began to pace the floor with long, impatient strides. Gwendolyn watched him with anxiety. She never before had seen him in such a rage, and feared for what he might do. Camille saw the tempest driving through him, but she did not modify her accusations against Jean Marie; instead, she told of his deceit and treachery in more vivid and forcible words. When she had fin ished, her searching eyes were resting on Richard, endeavoring to read his inmost thoughts. A time passed in silence, while he still paced the floor, but presently he paused before her. " Words cannot express my gratitude," he said, " for your kindness in laying bare his life. I didn t imagine that his career had been so vile. If there is any way in which we can aid you, I beg of you to speak." Camille shook her head. " You have repaid me bountifully by consenting to listen." She rearranged her veil, making ready to leave. " I never can for get the friendly courtesy that you and your sister have shown me. It has brought a ray of sunshine into my dark life." Turning to Gwendolyn, she 292 THE FLAME added, " You have stamped an indelible memory of your dear self in my heart, Mademoiselle, and I wish you every joy that this capricious life can give." She extended her hand, but Gwendolyn threw her arms about her and pressed a tender kiss upon the beautiful lips from whose touch Janos had shrunk. Tears rose again to Camille s eyes, and she drew the girl close to her aching heart. Richard felt a tightening in his throat as he watched Gwendolyn clinging with affection to this beautiful outcast and saw the deep sympathy between them. He did not feel any apprehension because his sister had been given an insight into a life like Ca mille s and instead of shrinking from the woman, loved her. He was proud that she could understand and appreciate the worth in the singer and the chas tity of her undying love for Feleki. " Good-by," he said, feelingly, as he took Camille s extended hand with a friendly grasp. " I heartily thank you again for what you have done, and want you to remember that we owe you an eternal debt." As Camille left the room, Gwendolyn went with her, holding her hand. She was loath to leave the woman whose life had been so unfortunate. She wanted to say one last word of comfort, and as James opened the door, after giving Camille a furtive glance, Gwen dolyn said, her voice vibrant with faith and compas sion: " Don t lose heart, Diane. He is going to see it all as it is, some day. Have courage and wait. I know there is happiness before you." THE FLAME 293 Camille pressed her hand and hope sprang into her eyes, for the girl s tone rang with conviction, and perhaps she might be right. As Camille went down the steps and entered her motor-car, she glanced back. Gwendolyn was standing in the doorway, waiting to wave the last farewell, and joy rose in Camille s heart, for the gloom she had anticipated had not settled so dismally over the home. Gwendolyn went back into the music-room, but Richard was not there, and she did not go in search of him, for she wanted to be alone to think over the sudden, shocking change that had come into her life. It seemed as though she were many years older and had been out into the world and learned what life is. The thought of Jean Marie stirred in her heart noth ing but repulsion and bitter indignation, and all the tender feeling that she had had for him turned to scorn and resentment. She well understood how Ca mille had been ensnared by his fascinating manner and poetic love, and she shuddered at the remembrance of his unclean, degraded touch. She did not intend to see him again, yet she wanted him to know that she now understood and despised him for his lies and hypocrisy. She could no more forgive him for seek ing her for her fortune than she could for deceitfully leading Camille into a life of shame. It would not be as humiliating for Gwendolyn to see Richard as to meet Cavarodossi, for she feared that he, too, might learn what Jean Marie s life had been and know how easily she had been deceived by his suave, aristocratic manner. She hated his title and everything pertaining to nobility, for she believed 294 THE FLAME it had been this that had attracted her as much as his romantic devotion. Hearing Richard coming down the stairs, she went out into the hall to meet him. James was on his way to answer the bell. Jean Marie entered with his hap piest smile. It was four o clock, the hour he always called, and Richard had espied him coming. Seeing Gwendolyn, Jean uttered a joyful exclamation and hurried towards her. Impetuous anger and outraged pride sent rich blood to her cheeks, and drawing herself up, she sur veyed him with scorn and disgust. The burning light in her eyes lashed him with bitter contempt, and he fell back a step before the girl who faced him now a fearless, defiant woman. " Gwendolyn ! " he exclaimed. " What is it? " " I have nothing to say to you," she answered, and sweeping past him, went into the library, closing the door behind her, but she threw herself into a chair and burst into tears not only of self-disgust, but of disap pointment, yet she was ashamed to acknowledge this even to herself. As Jean Marie s eyes followed her, his face went white. Richard came forward and said with an effort to control his rage: " Please step into the music-room. I have some thing to say to you." Inwardly Jean Marie recoiled and terror stole over him, but Richard did not know it, for, forcing a look of keen distress, the Prince said : " I shall be glad to speak with you privately, Mr. Rolfe, and THE FLAME 295 learn how I have had the great misfortune to incur your sister s displeasure." Richard waited until the Prince had entered the music-room, then went in and closed the door. Jean Marie was standing before the empty fire place, resting his elbow on the mantel. His bowed head, his drooping shoulders, suggested the attitude of an exhausted man sinking beneath a weight. When Richard closed the door, the Prince quickly swung round, squaring his shoulders and raising his head with pride and quiet dignity. For a moment Richard stood rigid with his fists clenched, struggling to suppress his desire to thrash this rascal who had come dishonestly into his home. The dangerous light burning in his eyes warned Jean Marie of his betrayal, and overcome by a torrent of desperate fear, he trembled inwardly before this stal wart American. But who had betrayed him, Fe- leki or Camille? " I fear there is some unpleasant misunderstanding, Mr. Rolfe," he cautiously said. " Misunderstanding, " Richard repeated, inter rupting him. " Yes, that is it, and I want you to know that we are no longer deceived." " You astonish me, Monsieur ! " Jean Marie ex claimed with well-feigned surprise, but his blood ran cold. Richard, without heeding him, went on, his anger increasing with every word : " When my sister first wished to invite you to our home, I was reluctant in giving my consent, not because I knew anything against you, but because I am skeptical when a noble- 296 THE FLAME man establishes himself for a prolonged visit in Amer ica. His reason is usually too obvious. You have the bearing of a gentleman, and because Gwendolyn thought it unfair to be suspicious of you, I have per mitted you to call here. Fortunately I have learned of my mistake before any serious damage has been done. I heard to-day that you are a dissolute, de graded man beneath the notice of a gentleman." Jean Marie, enraged, took a threatening step to wards Richard, but the sturdy banker held his ground and went on unheedingly : " You are a social outcast in Paris, dishonest in gambling and swamped with debts that have made you flee to America to save yourself by enticing a wealthy girl into marriage, but when you took my home for a hunting-ground, you made a great mis take. The castle you have talked of is not yours and you haven t a cent in the world to call your own. Perhaps you think your title is a worthy exchange for a hard-earned American fortune, but no level headed girl over here is going to marry a disreputable rogue just to flaunt a high-sounding name. Usually something is wrong when you fellows come over here looking for a wife, and your case proves it. You never fall in love with a poor girl; it is always the girl with millions, who can renovate your musty pal aces and pay your hounding creditors. Some of our girls are foolish enough to become a nobleman s last resort, but not my sister." The tumultuous emotions surging through Jean Marie choked his voice. He believed that Camille had betrayed him, and now he was absolutely desti- THE FLAME 297 tute, ruined and despised. He scarcely heard what Richard was saying, for the tempest sweeping through him, stunned and deafened him. He felt like a drowning man who sees the last substantial aid drift from his frantic grasp. Richard s resonant, heavy voice gave him a sudden shock when he spoke again : " Now that it has been discovered what you are, you must leave San Francisco immediately, for you are not fit to be received in the drawing-rooms of re spectable families. If you do not leave within a week, I ll publicly expose your vile life." Jean Marie summoned enough courage to say in a tone that sounded hollow and unnatural: " I know that Camille Dubray has been telling you these wild stories concerning me. Would you take the word of a vulgar courtesan in preference to that of a gentleman? She has lied to you." " Don t you dare cast a slur upon that unfortunate woman ! " Richard fiercely exclaimed. " You are a scoundrel of the most contemptible type, and I want you to leave this house at once ! " He went to the door and after flinging it open, pointed to it with an abrupt command that was almost a threat. Jean Marie staggered back. Hot blood rushed to his face, then left it ashen. He tried to speak, but his voice failed him. How he left the room, he never knew, but when he reached the hall, Richard s voice came to him like a sickening blow: " Put this fellow out, James, and never admit him again." Jean Marie passed out under the amused, sarcastic 298 THE FLAME smile that lighted the servant s eyes, and staggered down the steps like a drunken man. James watched him until he was out of sight, then stepped aside to let Cavarodossi enter. Mario had passed Jean Marie at the foot of the marble steps and had raised his hat, but the Prince had not no ticed him. Richard was in the hall, his eyes still ablaze. Quickly going forward, Cavarodossi asked what had occurred. " He is a beggarly, dishonorable scoundrel, and I have thrown him out forever." Cavarodossi wrung Richard s hand. " Then the singer has told you everything? " " Did you know it, also? " " Yes, but it wasn t my place to tell you, because . . . I love your sister, and I didn t want you to think that I was taking an unfair advantage of any man, especially of Bourbon, for she seemed to favor him." Richard, still holding Cavarodossi s hand, gave it a hearty shake. " I want you to win her," he said. " She despises Bourbon now. She is in the library. Go to her and make her understand that she is not to blame. I know she is overcome with humiliation." He returned to the music-room, leaving Mario alone. Quickly going across the hall, Cavarodossi opened the library door, without waiting to knock. He found Gwendolyn huddled in a forlorn heap in a great Turkish chair, sobbing. With a low exclama tion of pain and sympathy, he hurried forward and knelt beside her. THE FLAME 299 " Don t ! " he begged, taking her hand. " Don t ! He isn t worth your tears. I know the horrible story you have heard." She sprang up, and turning away, struggled to master her emotions. " I wish you hadn t seen me like this," she said in a tremulous, muffled tone. " I m not crying for him. It s because I ve been so foolish." Mario rose and went to her. " You mustn t re proach yourself. How could you understand his treachery, when he has deceived men who know the world as you never can know it." " But I should have suspected ! I shouldn t have listened to him! When he lavished foolish flattery on me, I should have known that he was insincere. Oh, it is so mortifying! The public may learn of this ! " Her despairing, heartbroken sob stirred all the love and pity in Cavarodossi s heart, and springing for ward, he impulsively clasped her in his arms. " He must leave the city before any one can know there is something wrong," he said. " Don t cry ! Don t!" Gwendolyn caught a quick, startled breath when she felt herself enveloped in his strong, defending embrace, but he was so unmistakably noble and sin cere and his voice was so gentle and vibrant with love, that she did not draw away. Somehow it seemed as though she belonged there, for he had been her ideal since she first had known him, and it was only Jean Marie s poisonous attraction that had brought a cloud between her heart and Cavarodossi s. Re- 300 THE FLAME membering how the Prince had folded her in his wanton arms, she shrank closer to Mario, for his tender embrace seemed like a haven after having been madly tossed through a mighty, perilous storm. CHAPTER XXIII JEAN MARIE went back to the Fairmont, stunned by desperation, and when he entered the hotel, it was some time before he knew which way to turn to find the elevator. He struggled to appear calm, but knew that everyone who passed him gave him a second surprised glance. He did not know when he reached his floor, and as the elevator boy said, " Your Highness ! " he started and hurried out, after giving the attendant an abrupt nod. Fearing that he would meet someone in the corridor, he went to his rooms as quickly as he could. The silent and dignified Fra^ois could not restrain a startled ex clamation when the Prince appeared, but Jean Marie did not notice him and the valet discreetly withdrew. Jean Marie hastened into his bedroom and eagerly drained a glass of absinthe, for he felt a weakness stealing over him and his thoughts were in wild con fusion. One fact alone clung to him, that he was abandoned, penniless. Throwing himself into a Mor ris chair, he waited with feverish impatience for the liquor to regulate his thoughts. He could not forget the picture of Gwendolyn standing before him, resolute, defiant, this girl whom he twice had deceived and ensnared even with appearances strongly against him. And he had 301 302 THE FLAME been vanquished by Camille, a cafe courtesan! He believed he could have gained Gwendolyn s consent to marry him, even against her brother s wishes, but now his last hope had been dashed, for Camille had come between them, a living, menacing proof of his debauchery, causing him to be grossly insulted by Richard Rolfe, and ridiculed by a vulgar servant f He knew that he must leave the city at once, as Rich ard had warned him, for Mr. Rolfe would fulfill his threat to denounce him publicly ; furthermore, he had no money with which to pay his debts, and they had run into hundreds of dollars. But if he slipped away secretly to avoid his creditors, he would receive a newspaper notoriety that would brand him a rascal throughout the country. If he should borrow enough money of Dubois to pay his debts in San Francisco, what could he do in the next city to which he might go? Despair and rage swept through him, for he knew that to Camille alone he could look for support, if she would accept him again. But how could he go back to her after having attempted to take her life? Burning perspiration trickled from his brow, and the torment of hopelessness that held him as in a vise, almost robbed him of his reason. All the peace and happiness of this world had dissolved beneath him, letting him fall into chaos, and there was no way out. He did not eat any dinner, and Franois dared not disturb him. All night he sat in the chair, and it was not until nearly morning that he fell into THE FLAME 303 a light, uneasy sleep. At daybreak he awoke with a start, for he had been dreaming that Camille had taken him back to Paris where he was forced to live as a social outcast, receiving attention only from men who wished his aid in winning Camille s favors. He sprang from his chair, cold, weak, and trembling. His dream would be a reality if he were forced to re turn to France. Any city in the world was prefer able to Paris or San Francisco, but where could he go to find peace? . . . Nowhere. Early in the afternoon he forced himself to call on Camille. It was a long distance to her hotel, but he walked, for he was stifling. As he passed along the broad paved streets, they appeared narrow and cramped, and the tall buildings seemed to be tottling over his head. When he reached the hotel and was in the corridor leading to her rooms, his heart suddenly ceased its mad beating, and swayed by the sickening dread that stole over him, he clutched at the high wainscoting and clung to it until he could master himself sufficiently to go on. He found Camille s reception-room door ajar and heard her within, humming a soft, plaintive air. Could he face this woman who knew him to be a foiled assassin? Some time passed before he could force himself to enter, but suddenly, with a reckless hand, he flung open the door and went in. Camille, in a pale blue lounging dress, clinging softly around her, stood at the center table sorting over some music. As Jean Marie entered, she glanced up, and surprise flashed into her eyes, for he looked haggard, desperate, careworn, absolutely 304 THE FLAME hopeless. He faced her with a sort of frightened defiance and waited for her to speak. A smile of intense satisfaction rose to her lips, for she understood. " Well, Jean, you are quite a stranger ! " she said lightly, with a playful tone in her rich voice. " I thought you had deserted me." Wild joy shot through him. She had not aban doned him ; but the next instant his delight turned to the maddening realization of what his life would be with her, the price he must pay. He did not speak, but went farther into the room, and glancing through the open door into her bedroom, saw her trunks open and a heap of clothing thrown over a chair that stood beside one of them. " What are you doing? " he quickly asked. " Packing. Celeste has gone to get tickets." With a tinge of teasing sarcasm in her tone, she answered the desperate question that flashed into his eyes. " No, I haven t forgotten you. You are go ing, also." Some seconds passed before he hoarsely asked, "Where?" " Paris, of course ! " She coldly watched the spasm of revolt that drove through him, and knew the misery that was tearing his heart. He did not reply ; he could not, and she added : " We must have a final understanding. Sit down, Jean." He shot her a quick, alarmed glance, and as he searched her face, he noticed what he had not seen before, that the brilliant glow in her eyes was softened and her features seemed to be molded with more THE FLAME 305 tenderness. He slowly took the chair nearest him and she sat on the divan by the window. He had a sudden presentiment that some new calamity was coming into his life, and his heart throbbed pain fully. " I am not going to continue the life I have been living," she said quietly and firmly. He caught a quick breath and gazed at her with puzzled astonishment. Calm determination shone in her eyes, and, leaning forward, she nestled her elbow in the pillow on the arm of the divan, and rested her cheek in her hand. " I cannot continue this life," she went on, and her clear tones were no longer tainted with cruelty or mockery. " The beautiful influence of my youth has returned and is calling me, and I am going to follow the voice that will lead me back to my own." She paused and drew a deep, refreshing breath, for hope and sweet remembrance rose like a perfumed mist before her eyes, shutting out Jean Marie; but when it vanished, she found him watching her in an eager, terrorized silence. " When I came here to San Francisco," she went on, " I had decided that if you had found success over here and were leading a clean, new life, I would share it with you, but if you had deceived me and had not changed, I intended to make you return to Paris and live to the bitter end the life into which you plunged me. I was going to make you know the glory of it, a glory as terrible as that which you have made me learn. I intended to give you luxury, to let you live as I have lived, in the out- 306 THE FLAME ward heaven and the inward hell, but yesterday my life abruptly changed, when I went and saw Miss Rolf e and told her what you are." Camille slightly paused, for a convulsion of rage tore through him and he blanched. " I never hated you as I did then to know that you had ensnared that lovely, trusting girl to gain her fortune that you might squander it on the vile, vulgar life you love. She is the sweetest crea ture I ever have known, and there is boundless joy in my heart that I could save her." Jean Marie did not answer. There was nothing he could say, but he sat before her robbed of every spark of manly courage. The future loomed up be fore him like a horrible, repulsive monster, and sick ened at the vision of it, he turned away and closed his dizzy eyes. Camille watched him without pity. His life was ruined no more than hers had been, and he could suffer no more than he had made her suffer. " Janos left for New York last night," she said, " and while I was with Miss Rolfe, he came to bid her good-by. From the time that I left the Latin Quar ter with you until my parting with him yesterday, I have believed that he was lost to me forever; but now hope has sprung into my heart, for as he kissed my hand when leaving, the look that came into his eyes was one of an inspiring belief that he would find his Diane again. Gwendolyn begged me to have courage and wait, and I am going to make my life pure as it was when he first loved me, for I never could win him back living as I am now. When you took me from him, you robbed me of my true self THE FLAME 307 and created instead Camille Dubray, but she per ished yesterday the instant that hope dawned. I am going back to Paris, to the Latin Quarter where I left him, and work my way up as I should have done had I not met you. I shall sing wherever I can earn money, honest money, but I shan t seek engage ments in the cafes where you and your friends placed me. That life is dead, and I want nothing that will remind me of it. I am going to work and struggle until I reach him. Perhaps I must go through pov erty, for in the places where I must go honest money is not easily earned, but privation will be a joy, be cause it will be for him." Jean Marie sat watching her; a storm of hatred and jealousy, and of fear of his absolute destitution, swept through him with maddening force. What was there in life that he could cling to? He was abandoned, in debt, penniless. Yet he could hardly believe that she had deserted him, this dashing, ad venturous girl whom he had captivated because her beauty had attracted him and because he had known that she could earn a living for him when all other resources failed. He could see her striving in poverty and rising to success with her talent and indomitable will, but he knew that he must struggle on for the rest of his days. His future came before him in vivid pictures, the trickery, the scheming to which he must resort to earn a franc, and later perhaps to steal it. He had seen in the slums of Paris men of good birth who had been dragged down by a disreputable life ; he had seen them wallowing in the mire, the stamp of re- 308 THE FLAME finement and culture almost erased from their bloated, coarsened features, and he saw himself going as they had gone. He shuddered with horror and disgust. He could not speak; his voice was stifled in his parched throat. Camille knew his agony, but she went on unheed- ingly : " I intend to study and improve my voice so that I can rise from cafe singing to grand opera. I am going to climb until I reach Janos s side, and I know that he will forgive my degraded years as Camille Dubray and appreciate the fight I have made to become worthy of him. All my ambition, all my life is for him, and I shall have no thought, no image before my eyes but his face." She paused, and her deep love softly lighted and beautified her perfect features. Jean Marie trembled with jealous rage. He had believed that her mockery and the bitter humiliation to which she often had subjected him, had killed his feeling for her; he had believed that not even her beauty could attract him any longer, but as he saw her pure, enraptured joy, his infatuation was kindled again and increased ten-fold, knowing that she was lost to him. As hard as it had been for him to con sider a future life with her, just as hard was it to realize that he must exist without her. She had be come a part of himself in the seven years that they had been together, and how could the intricate web into which their lives had been woven be so suddenly torn asunder? For the moment even his abject pov erty was forgotten, but she rudely brought him back to the remembrance of it. THE FLAME 309 " I hope to leave to-morrow night," she said, " You can go later. I shall furnish your steamer transportation to France. Do you owe any money here? " A struggling pause passed before he said, " Yes, seven hundred dollars." " I ll give you the money, but I can t do any more, for after our transportation and your debts are paid, I ll not have more than eight hundred dollars left. You can sell the paintings in your rooms, your costly bric-a-brac and jewels, and you can get a good sum for them. I shall sell my jewels, but not many of them are real." Celeste entered through the bedroom, and pausing in the doorway said : " I have the tickets, Madame, and the berths for to-morrow night." She gave an envelope to Ca- mille and went back into the bedroom and closed the door. While Camille was examining the tickets, Jean Marie watched her with a desperation he could hardly control. He knew that in a few moments he would be into the street alone, ruined, helpless. His horri ble future already seemed to have clutched him with an iron grasp, and the slums of Paris would not van ish from his overwrought mind. Without a word, she laid his ticket on the table and went into the next room. He sprang up, and swayed by the force of his emotions, caught the back of a chair to steady him self. He could not give her up ! His miserable heart cried out for her. She was the only one to 310 T H E F L A M E whom he could look for help, and she was leaving him for love of another man ! Without her, he would be stripped of every comfort in life. He could sink to the depths, alone, friendless. Reason was almost torn from his distracted mind, and when Camille re turned, he impetuously swung round, but the cold resolution in her face froze the imploring words that were trembling on his white lips. " Here s seven hundred dollars, Jean," she said. He seized the paper with a miser s grasp, but a transitory shame stole over him and he said : "I can t take all of this, Camille. It will leave you so little." She did not betray her surprise at his first gen erous offering. " No, take it. I have a way to earn my living, but you haven t. It will keep you from the inevitable a little longer." He shrank back. " There is much that I wish to do," she added quietly. " You had better go." A shudder ran through him. Those were the last words she had said the night he made the attack on her life. If he had not yielded to that insane im pulse perhaps she would not have turned from him now. " Don t desert me, Camille, don t ! " he begged. " I can t live without you. I love you ! " He seized her hand and eagerly pressed it to his lips. She drew away. " No, you don t love me. If you did, you never would have let me lead this awful life nor have persuaded me into it. If you had THE FLAME 311 loved me truly, you would have married me and shielded me and worked for me as an honorable man works for his wife. I believe that from the first all you wanted of me was what my beauty, would bring. You ruined me and have tried to hold me in ruin, but I am going to rise above it and save myself. I shall take back my own name, and my love for Janos and his for Diane will give me strength to surmount all hardships. Every day I shall struggle to kill the memory of you and the life we have lived to gether. Dear Gwendolyn truthfully called Camille Dubray a woman born in a hypnotic snare, but the poisonous influence that made her, has lost its fatal power. Until this hope of re-winning Janos came to me, I hated you, but now that I see my way back to him, I feel pity for you, because I know that you are not man enough to fight for an honest living. I have done all I can. Now go." She took the ticket from the table and gave it to him. A sudden weakness stole over him and his heart was wildly throbbing. Twice in two days he had been ordered into the street, he, the Prince of Bour bon, was an outcast. Every hope had perished. Without another glance at Camille, he caught up his hat and staggered from the room. He had a few more hours to spend in luxurious apartments, but they were to be hours of horror and delirium, while Fran9ois sold the princely belongings for the highest price. Camille watched Jean Marie as he disappeared, and hopeful joy rose in her, for she believed that free- 312 THE FLAME dom from him was the first and greatest aid towards salvation and Janos. While her faith and hope were brightest, she wrote to Gwendolyn. The next evening Cavarodossi went to the station to bid Camille good-by and give her a large cluster of white roses from Gwendolyn. As she saw him stepping into her car, she hastened forward with an exclamation of delight. " How good of you to come ! " she said, taking his hand in both of hers, then gathered the beautiful roses to her heart. " I had anticipated a lonely de parture, as only you and the Rolfes know that I am leaving." " Miss Rolfe sends you her love," he said, " and has given me a letter for you." Camille took it, pleasure and gratitude lighting her eyes. " You all have been so good to me." Her voice trembled. " No better than we should have been," he said, feelingly. " I never can express my appreciation of the kindly way in which you tore the deceptive cov ering from Bourbon s wretched life and helped me win the girl who is dearer to me than all the world. Gwendolyn let me read your letter, and I am positive that your noble struggle will take you back to Janos. Don t falter, don t fear. Happiness is before you." When he left, he turned back before stepping from the car and saw her standing with the flowers clasped lovingly in her arms and her face buried in the pure, white petals. THE FLAME 313 Before the train had started, Camille eagerly read Gwendolyn s letter written in French: Dear Diane: Can you imagine my pleasure when I read your welcome letter and learned that I helped awaken the hope in your heart that has led you into a nobler life? Noth ing could give me more joy and satisfac tion. This alone is worth living for. I want to hear from you again to know how you are progressing. He has gone out of my life forever, and so suddenly that his coming seems to have been a terrible dream, until I think of you. What a life there is before him, unless his soul is deadened to all shame, and surely that cannot be. I often think of what he said one day, " As ye sow, so shall ye reap ! 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