A Transient Guest, and Other Episodes. Saltus Edgar

I vex you," he said, "I will hold my tongue. But at least you might stay. I will promise this – "

      But whatever the intended promise may have been it remained unformulated. In the entrance of the balé-balé Liance had suddenly appeared.

      "It is late, is it not?" Mrs. Lyeth, for countenance sake, inquired.

      The girl shrugged her shoulders. A gong in the distance answered in her stead.

      "It is late," Mrs. Lyeth announced. "We had better go in."

      She moved from the pavilion, and presently all three reached the house. The hallway was unlighted, a flicker from the dining-room beyond serving only to make the darkness more opaque.

      "Where is Atcheh?" she asked, and called the "boy" by name.

      "There," said Tancred, "let me try to find a match."

      He groped down the corridor to his room and in a moment or two returned. On the way back he passed some one he took to be Liance.

      "I could not find one," he exclaimed.

      So well as he was able to make out, Mrs. Lyeth had not moved. To his speech she answered nothing. He advanced a little nearer and tried to take her hand again, but it eluded him. And in an effort to possess himself of it he approached nearer still. Her face seemed to be in the way; for one fleeting second his lips rested on it, then a noise of hoofs must have alarmed him, for he wheeled like a rat surprised. And presently, after he had reached his room again, he heard Mrs. Lyeth welcoming her future husband on the porch.

      III

      From his window the next morning Tancred caught a glimpse of Mrs. Lyeth entering the pavilion beyond. He left the house at once and hastened to join her; but Liance must have preceded him. When he reached the pavilion she was already there. On her head was a hat unribboned and broad of brim, in her hand a basket. She struck Tancred as being more restless than usual, but the widow was thoroughly at ease. Apparently the episode in the hallway had not disturbed her in the least. For a few moments there was a common indulgence in those amiable platitudes of which the morning hours are prolific, and then Liance stood up.

      "If you are going to the coppice, take Mr. Ennever," Mrs. Lyeth suggested. "He looks bored to death."

      "Certainly I will," the girl answered.

      Her voice was cordial and her eyes and mouth seemed to invite. Tancred, however, did not on that account experience any notable desire to accompany her. On the contrary, he infinitely preferred to remain where he was. But there was no help for him, not even an excuse. He had his choice between going and being downright rude. Accordingly he smiled, but inwardly he swore.

      "Show him the rafflesia," Mrs. Lyeth added.

      "The what?"

      "You shall see it; come."

      Liance turned and led the way, and as Tancred followed he marvelled at the widow's attitude. If he had not kissed her at all she could not have appeared more unconcerned.

      To the left was a grove of betel-nut palms, to the right a patch of aroids, broad and leathery of leaf. Save for a whir of pheasants in the distance, and the hum of insects, the hour was still. Even the sea was silent; and had it not been for the odors of strange plants Tancred could have closed his eyes and fancied himself in some New England intervale, loitering through a summer noon. It needed but the toll of a bell to make it seem a Sabbath. A mosquito alighted on his hand, and he slaughtered it with a slap. Presently he found himself in a part of the plantation which he had not yet visited, a strip of turf, the background defended by trees. And there, in the centre, was an object such as he had never seen before. He turned inquiringly to Liance; her eyes were on his own.

      "The rafflesia," she lisped, and nodded.

      And as he moved to get a nearer view she caught him by the arm.

      "Be careful," she added, and warned him with a glance.

      But Tancred was not one to fear the immobile; he moved yet nearer to it, the girl hovering at his side. And as he moved there came to greet him a heavy, sullen odor, a smell like to that of an acid burning and blent with rose.

      "The heart is poisonous," the girl continued; "don't touch it without gloves."

      The admonition, however, was unnecessary. Tancred was motionless with surprise. Before him was a flower, its petals of such consistency and of such unpleasant hue that they resembled huge slabs of uncooked veal. The chalice was deep enough to hold two gallons of liquid, the pistil was red, and the supporting stem was gnarled and irruptive with excrescences. In appearance it suggested an obese and giant lily, grown in a nightmare and watered with blood. It was hideous yet fascinating, as monstrosity ever is. And as Tancred stared, a page of forgotten botany turned in his mind, and he remembered that he had read of this plant, which Sumatra alone produces, and in whose pistil lurks a poison swifter than the cantarella of the Borgias, deadlier than the essences of Locuste.

      The odor, more pungent now, drove him back a step. At the moment it seemed to carry with it a whiff of that atmosphere of creosote and tooth-wash which is peculiar to the dentist's chair. And slaughtering another mosquito, he moved yet further away.

      "What do you think of it?" asked Liance.

      "It would hardly do for the button-hole, would it?" he answered.

      The girl nodded appreciatively. Evidently she was of the same mind as he.

      "There are few of them here," she continued. "This is the only one in Siak, but back there," and she pointed to the mountains, "they are plentiful. When a Malay prepares for war he slashes the pistil with his kriss. The wound that that kriss makes is death."

      "H'm," mused Tancred, with an uncomfortable shrug, "if I happened to fall out with a Malay – "

      "Don't."

      The monosyllable fell from her like a stone.

      "I will do my best," he said.

      She turned again and led him back through the coppice. The air was sultrier than ever, heavy with fragrance and enervating with forebodings of a storm. And now, as the girl preceded him, her step seemed more listless than before. She is tired, he reflected. These noons are fierce.

      "You are to be with us some time, are you not?" Liance asked.

      "No, a day or two at the most. When the next steamer goes, so must I."

      "Could you not stay longer?" She stopped and looked at him, the little basket swaying to and fro.

      "I should like to, really I should like to very much," he replied. The episode with Mrs. Lyeth was still oppressing him, and in answer to the oppression he added aloud, "But perhaps it is better I should not."

      Liance lowered her eyes, and with the point of her shoe tormented a tuft of grass.

      "Why?" she asked.

      "Because – well, because I feel an intruder."

      The girl raised her eyes at once, her lips quivered.

      "You are wrong, so wrong."

      And then, curiously enough, as such things happen, Tancred – who was not a bit stupider than the rest of us – felt an oracle within him. It was more than probable, he told himself, that widow and maid, being nearly of an age, had, in their Sumatran idleness, become the fastest friends; and at once, with that logic which is peculiar to those that love, he decided that, being friends, they must be confidantes as well, and he concluded that two fair heads had come together and determined he should remain. That woman is variable, was a song he knew by heart, and he also knew that woman is apt to do one thing and mean another – to dismiss, for instance, the very man whom she wishes most at her feet.

      These ruminations, however long in the telling, did not in reality outlast a moment's space. It was all very clear to him now, and his blood pulsed quickly.

      "If you tell me so, I must indeed be wrong," he answered. "And let me add," he continued, impetuously, "it is a boon to know it."

      To his face a flush had come, and his eyes were eager. He had never been accounted anything else than good-looking, but now he was