<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></SPAN>CHAPTER III</h2>
<p>After a couple of minutes of silence which could be felt, Mrs. Van
Stuyler turned round and said angrily:</p>
<p>"Zaidie, you will excuse me, perhaps, if I say that your conduct is
not—I mean has not been what I should have expected—what I did,
indeed, expect from your uncle's niece when I undertook to take you to
Europe. I must say——"</p>
<p>"If I were you, Mrs. Van, I don't think I'd say much more about that,
because, you see, it's fixed and done. Of course, Lord Redgrave's only
an earl, and the other is a marquis, but, you see, he's a man, and I
don't quite think the other one is—and that's about all there is to
it."</p>
<p>Their host had just left the deck-saloon, taking the early coffee
apparatus with him, and Miss Zaidie, in the first flush of her pride and
re-found happiness, was taking a promenade of about twelve strides each
way, while Mrs. Van Stuyler, after partially relieving her feelings as
above, had seated herself stiffly in her wicker-chair, and was following
her with eyes which were critical and, if they had been twenty years
younger, might also have been envious.</p>
<p>"Well, at least I suppose I must congratulate you on your ability to
accommodate yourself to most extraordinary circumstances. I must say
that as far as that goes I quite envy you. I feel as though I ought to
choke or take poison, or something of that sort."</p>
<p>"Sakes, Mrs. Van, please don't talk like that!" said Zaidie, stopping in
her walk just in front of her chaperon's chair. "Can't you see that
there's nothing extraordinary about the circumstances except this
wonderful ship? I have told you how Pop and I met Lord Redgrave in our
tour through the Canadian Rockies two or three years ago. No, it's two
years and nine months next June; and how he took an interest in Pop's
theories and ideas about this same ship that we are on now——"</p>
<p>"Oh yes," said Mrs. Van Stuyler rather acidly, "and not only in the
abstract ideas, but apparently in a certain concrete reality."</p>
<p>"Mrs. Van," laughed Zaidie, with a cunning twist on her heel, "I know
you don't mean to be rude, but—well, now did any one ever call <i>you</i> a
concrete reality? Of course it's correct just as a scientific
definition, perhaps—still, anyhow, I guess it's not much good going on
about that. The facts are just this way. I consented to marry that
Byfleet marquis just out of sheer spite and blank ignorance. Lord
Redgrave never actually asked me to marry him when we were in the
Rockies, but he did say when he went back to England that as soon as he
had realised my father's ideal he would come over and try and realise
one of his own. He was looking at me when he said it, and he looked a
good deal more than he said. Then he went away, and poor Pop died. Of
course I couldn't write and tell him, and I suppose he was too proud to
write before he'd done what he undertook to do, and I, like most
girl-fools in the same place would have done, thought that he'd given
the whole thing up and just looked upon the trip as a sort of interlude
in globe-trotting, and thought no more about Pop's ideas and inventions
than he did about his daughter."</p>
<p>"Very natural, of course," said Mrs. Van Stuyler, somewhat mollified by
the subdued passion which Zaidie had managed to put into her commonplace
words; "and so as you thought he had forgotten you and was finding a
wife in his own country, and a possible husband came over from that same
country with a coronet——"</p>
<p>"That'll do, Mrs. Van, thank you," interrupted Miss Zaidie, bringing her
daintily-shod foot down on the deck this time with an unmistakable
stamp. "We'll consider that incident closed if you please. It was a
miserable, mean, sordid business altogether; I am utterly, hopelessly
ashamed of it and myself too. Just to think that I could ever——"</p>
<p>Mrs. Van Stuyler cut short her indignant flow of words by a sudden
uplifting of her eyelids and a swift turn of her head towards the
companion way. Zaidie stamped again, this time more softly, and walked
away to have another look at the clouds.</p>
<p>"Why, what on earth is the matter?" she exclaimed, shrinking back from
the glass wall. "There's nothing—we're not anywhere!"</p>
<p>"Pardon me, Miss Rennick, you are on board the <i>Astronef</i>," said Lord
Redgrave, as he reached the top of the companion way, "and the
<i>Astronef</i> is at present travelling at about a hundred and fifty miles
an hour above the clouds towards Washington. That is why you don't see
the clouds and sea as you did after we left the <i>St. Louis</i>. At a speed
like this they simply make a sort of grey-green blur. We shall be in
Washington this evening, I hope."</p>
<p>"To-night, sir—I beg your pardon, my Lord!" gasped Mrs. Van Stuyler. "A
hundred and fifty miles an hour! Surely that's impossible."</p>
<p>"My dear Mrs. Van Stuyler," said Redgrave, with a side-look at Zaidie,
"nowadays 'impossible' is hardly an English or even an American word. In
fact, since I have had the honour of realising some of Professor
Rennick's ideas it has been relegated to the domain of mathematics. Not
even he could make two and two more or less than four, but—well, would
you like to come into the conning-tower and see for yourselves? I can
show you a few experiments that will, at any rate, help to pass the time
between here and Washington."</p>
<p>"Lord Redgrave," said Mrs. Van Stuyler, dropping gracefully back into
her wicker armchair, "if I may say so, I have seen quite enough
impossibilities, and—er, well—other things since we left the deck of
the <i>St. Louis</i> to keep me quite satisfied until, with your lordship's
permission, I set foot on solid ground again, and I should also like to
remind you that we have left everything behind us on the <i>St. Louis</i>,
everything except what we stand up in, and—and——"</p>
<p>"And therefore it will be a point of honour with me to see that you want
for nothing while you are on board the <i>Astronef</i>, and that you shall be
released from your durance——"</p>
<p>"Now don't say vile, Lenox—I mean——"</p>
<p>"It is perfectly plain what you mean, Zaidie," said Mrs. Van Stuyler, in
a tone which seemed to send a chill through the deck-chamber. "Really,
the American girl——"</p>
<p>"Just wants to tell the truth," laughed Zaidie, going towards Redgrave.
"Lord Redgrave, if you like it better, says he wants to marry me, and,
peer or peasant, I want to marry him, and that's all there is to it. You
don't suppose I'd have——"</p>
<p>"My dear girl, there's no need to go into details," interrupted Mrs. Van
Stuyler, inspired by fond memories of her own youth; "we will take that
for granted, and as we are beyond the social region in which chaperons
are supposed to be necessary, I think I will have a nap."</p>
<p>"And we'll go to the conning-tower, eh?"</p>
<p>"Breakfast will be ready in about half an hour," said Redgrave, as he
took Zaidie by the arm and led her towards the forward end of the
deck-chamber. "Meanwhile, <i>au revoir</i>! If you want anything, touch the
button at your right hand, just as you would on board the <i>St. Louis</i>."</p>
<p>"I thank your lordship," said Mrs. Van Stuyler, half melting and half
icy still. "I shall be quite content to wait until you come back. Really
I feel quite sleepy."</p>
<p>"That's the effect of the elevation on the dear old lady's nerves,"
Redgrave whispered to Zaidie as he helped her up the narrow stairway
which led to the glass-domed conning-tower, in which in days to come she
was destined to pass some of the most delightful and the most terrible
moments of her life.</p>
<p>"Then why doesn't it affect me that way?" said Zaidie, as she took her
place in the little chamber, steel-walled and glass-roofed, and half
filled with instruments of which she, Vassar girl and all as she was,
could only guess the use.</p>
<p>"Well, to begin with, you are younger, which is an absolutely
unnecessary observation; and in the second place, perhaps you were
thinking about something else."</p>
<p>"By which I suppose you mean your lordship's noble self."</p>
<p>This was said in such a tone and with such an indescribable smile that
there immediately ensued a gap in the conversation, and a silence which
was a great deal more eloquent than any words could have made it.</p>
<p>When Miss Zaidie had got free again she put her hands up to her hair,
and while she was patting it into something like shape again she said:</p>
<p>"But I thought you brought me here to show me some experiments, and not
to——"</p>
<p>"Not to take advantage of the first real opportunity of tasting some of
the dearest delights that mortal man ever stole from earth or sea? Do
you remember that day when we were coming down from the big
glacier—when your foot slipped and I just caught you and saved a
sprained ankle?"</p>
<p>"Yes, you wretch, and went away next day and left something like a
broken heart behind you! Why didn't you—Oh what idiots you men can be
when you put your minds to it!"</p>
<p>"It wasn't quite that, Zaidie. You see, I'd promised your father the day
before—of course I was only a younger son then—that I wouldn't say
anything about realising <i>my</i> ideal until I had realised his, and
so——"</p>
<p>"And so I might have gone to Europe with Uncle Russell's millions to buy
that man Byfleet's coronet, and pay the price——"</p>
<p>"Don't, Zaidie, don't! That is quite too horrible to think of, and as
for the coronet, well, I think I can give you one about as good as his,
and one that doesn't want re-gilding. Good Lord, fancy you married to a
thing like that! What could have made you think of it?"</p>
<p>"I didn't think," she said angrily; "I didn't think and I didn't feel.
Of course I thought that I'd dropped right out of your life, and after
that I didn't care. I was mad right through, and I'd made up my mind to
do what others did—take a title and a big position, and have the
outside as bright as I could get it, whatever the inside might be like.
I'd made up my mind to be a society queen abroad, and a miserable woman
at home—and, Lenox, thank God and you, that I wasn't!"</p>
<p>Then there was another interlude, and at the end of it Redgrave said:</p>
<p>"Wait till we've finished our honeymoon in space, and come back to
earth. You won't want any coronets then, although you'll have one, for
all the lands of earth won't hold another woman like yourself—your own
sweet self! Of course it doesn't now, but—there, you know what I mean.
You'll have been to other worlds, you'll have made the round trip of the
Solar System, so to say, and——"</p>
<p>"And I think, dear, that is about promise of wonders enough, and of
other things too—no, you are really quite too exacting. I thought you
brought me here to show me some of the wonders that this marvellous ship
of yours can work."</p>
<p>"Then just one more and I'll show you. Now you stand up there on that
step so that you can see all round, and watch with all your eyes,
because you are going to see something that no woman ever saw before."</p>
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