A LITTLE interval1 of time elapsed.
Her first exquisite2 sense of the recognition by touch had passed away. Her mind had recovered its balance. She separated herself from Oscar, and turned to me, with the one inevitable3 question which I knew must follow the joining of their hands.
“What does it mean?”
The exposure of Nugent’s perfidy4; the revelation of the fatal secret of Oscar’s face; and, last not least, the defence of my own conduct towards her, were all comprehended in the answer for which that question called. As carefully, as delicately, as mercifully as I could, I disclosed to her the whole truth. How the shock affected5 her, she did not tell me at the time, and has never told me since. With her hand in Oscar’s hand, with her face hidden on Oscar’s breast, she listened; not once interrupting me, from first to last, by so much as a single word. Now and then, I saw her tremble; now and then I heard her sigh heavily. That was all. It was only when I had ended — it was only after a long interval during which Oscar and I watched her in speechless anxiety — that she slowly lifted her head and broke the silence.
“Thank God,” we heard her say to herself fervently6 —“Thank God, I am blind.”
Those were her first words. They filled me with horror. I cried out to her to recall them.
She quietly laid her head back on Oscar’s breast.
“Why should I recall them?” she asked. “Do you think I wish to see him disfigured as he is now? No! I wish to see him — and I do see him! — as my fancy drew his picture in the first days of our love. My blindness is my blessing7. It has given me back my old delightful8 sensation when I touch him; it keeps my own beloved image of him — the one image I care for — unchanged and unchangeable. You will persist in thinking that my happiness depends on my sight. I look back with horror at what I suffered when I had my sight — my one effort is to forget that miserable9 time. Oh, how little you know of me! Oh, what a shock it would be to me, if I saw him as you see him! Try to understand me, and you won’t talk of my loss — you will talk of my gain.”
“Your gain?” I repeated. “What have you gained?”
“Happiness,” she answered. “My life lives in my love. And my love lives in my blindness.”
There was the story of her whole existence — told in two words!
If you had seen her radiant face as she raised it again in the excitement of speaking; if you had remembered (as I remembered) what her surgeon had said of the penalty which she must inevitably10 pay for the recovery of her sight — how would you have answered her? It is barely possible, perhaps, that you might have done what I did. That is to say: You might have modestly admitted that she knew what the conditions of her happiness were better than you — and you might not have answered her at all!
I left them to talk together, and took a turn in the room, considering with myself what we were to do next.
It was not easy to say. The barren information which I had received from my darling was all the information that I possessed11. Nugent had unflinchingly carried his cruel deception12 to its end. He had falsely given notice of his marriage at the church, in his brother’s name; and he was now in London, falsely obtaining his Marriage License13, in his brother’s name also. So much I knew of his proceedings14 — and no more.
While I was still pondering, Lucilla cut the Gordian knot.
“Why are we stopping here?” she asked. “Let us go — and never return to this hateful place again!”
As she rose to her feet, we were startled by a soft knock at the door.
I answered the knock. The woman who had brought Lucilla to the hotel appeared once more. She seemed to be afraid to venture far from the door. Standing15 just inside the room, she looked nervously16 at Lucilla, and said, “Can I speak to you, Miss?”
“You can say anything you like, before this lady and gentleman,” Lucilla answered. “What is it?”
“I’m afraid we have been followed, Miss.”
“Followed? By whom?”
“By the lady’s maid. I saw her, a little while since, looking up at the hotel — and then she went back in a hurry on the way to the house — and that’s not the worse of it, Miss.”
“What else has happened?”
“We have made a mistake about the railway,” said the woman. “There’s a train from London that we didn’t notice in the timetable. They tell me down-stairs it came in more than a quarter of an hour ago. Please to come back, Miss — or I fear we shall be found out.”
“You can go back at once, Jane,” said Lucilla.
“By myself?”
“Yes. Thank you for bringing me here — here I remain.”
She had barely taken her seat again between Oscar and me, before the door was softly opened from the outside. A long thin nervous hand stole in through the opening; took the servant by the arm; and drew her out into the passage. In her place, a man entered the room with his hat on. The man was Nugent Dubourg.
He stopped where the servant had stopped. He looked at Lucilla; he looked at his brother; he looked at me.
Not a word fell from him. There he stood, fronting the friend whom he had calumniated17 and the brother whom he had betrayed. There he stood — with his eyes fixed18 on Lucilla, sitting between us — knowing that it was all over; knowing that the woman for whom he had degraded himself, was a woman parted from him for ever. There he stood, in the hell of his own making — and devoured19 his torture in silence.
On his brother’s appearance, Oscar had risen, and had raised Lucilla with him. He now advanced a step towards Nugent, still holding to him his betrothed20 wife.
I followed them, eagerly watching his face. There was no fear in me now of what he might do. Lucilla’s blessed influence had found, and cast out, the lurking21 demon22 that had been hidden in him. With a mind attentive23 but not alarmed, I waited to see how he would meet the emergency that confronted him.
“Nugent!” he said, very quietly.
Nugent’s head drooped24 — he made no answer.
Lucilla, hearing Oscar pronounce the name, instantly understood what had happened. She shuddered25 with horror. Oscar gently placed her in my arms, and advanced again alone towards his brother. His face expressed the struggle in him of some subtly-mingling influences of love and anguish26, of sorrow and shame. He recalled to me in the strangest manner my past experience of him, when he had first trusted me with the story of the Trial, and when he had told me that Nugent was the good angel of his life.
He went up to the place at which his brother was standing. In the simple, boyish way, so familiar to me in the bygone time, he laid his hand on his brother’s arm.
“Nugent!” he said. “Are you the same dear good brother who saved me from dying on the scaffold, and who cheered my hard life afterwards? Are you the same bright, clever, noble fellow that I was always so fond of, and so proud of?”
He paused, and removed his brother’s hat. With careful, caressing27 hand, he parted his brother’s ruffled28 hair over the forehead. Nugent’s head sank lower. His face was distorted, his hands were clenched29, in the dumb agony of remembrance which that tender voice and that kind hand had set loose in him. Oscar gave him time to recover himself: Oscar spoke30 next to me.
“You know Nugent,” he said. “You remember when we first met, my telling you that Nugent was an angel? You saw for yourself, when he came to Dimchurch, how kindly31 he helped me; how faithfully he kept my secrets; what a true friend he was. Look at him — and you will feel, as I do, that we have misunderstood and misinterpreted him, in some monstrous32 way.” He turned again to Nugent. “I daren’t tell you,” he went on, “what I have heard about you, and what I have believed about you, and what vile33 unbrotherly thoughts I have had of being revenged on you. Thank God, they are gone! My dear fellow, I look back at them — now I see you — as I might look back at a horrible dream. How can I see you, Nugent, and believe that you have been false to me? You, a villain34 who has tried to rob poor Me of the only woman in the world who cares for me! You, so handsome and so popular, who may marry any woman you like! It can’t be. You have drifted innocently into some false position without knowing it. Defend yourself. No. Let me defend you. You shan’t humble35 yourself to anybody. Tell me how you have really acted towards Lucilla, and towards me — and leave it to your brother to set you right with everybody. Come, Nugent! lift up your head — and tell me what I shall say.”
Nugent lifted his head, and looked at Oscar.
Ghastly as his face was, I saw something in his eyes, when he first fixed them on his brother, which again reminded me of past days — the days when he had joined us at Dimchurch, and when he used to talk of “poor Oscar” in the tender, light-hearted way that first won me. I thought once more of the memorable36 night-interview between us at Browndown, when Oscar had left England. Again, I called to mind the signs which had told of the nobler nature of the man pleading with him. Again, I remembered the remorse37 which had moved him to tears — the effort he had made in my presence to atone38 for past misdoing, and to struggle for the last time against the guilty passion that possessed him. Was the nature which could feel that remorse utterly39 depraved? Was the man who had made that effort — the last of many that had gone before it — irredeemably bad?
“Wait!” I whispered to Lucilla, trembling and weeping in my arms. “He will deserve our sympathy; he will win our pardon and our pity yet!”
“Come!” Oscar repeated. “Tell me what I shall say.”
Nugent drew from his pocket a sheet of paper with writing on it.
“Say,” he answered, “that I gave notice of your marriage at the church here-and that I went to London and got you this.”
He handed the sheet of paper to his brother. It was the Marriage License, taken out in his brother’s name.
“Be happy, Oscar,” he added. “You deserve it.”
He threw one arm in his old easy protecting way round his brother. His hand, as he did this, touched the breast-pocket of Oscar’s coat. Before it was possible to stop him, his dexterous40 fingers had opened the pocket, and had taken from it a little toy-pistol with a chased silver handle of Oscar’s own workmanship.
“Was this for me?” he asked, with a faint smile. “My poor boy! you could never have done it, could you?” He kissed Oscar’s dark cheek, and put the pistol into his own pocket. “The handle is your work,” he said. “I shall take it as your present to me. Return to Browndown when you are married. I am going to travel again. You shall hear from me before I leave England. God bless you, Oscar. Good-bye.”
He put his brother back from him with a firm and gentle hand. I attempted to advance with Lucilla, and speak to him. Something in his face — looking at me out of his mournful eyes, calm, stern, and superhuman, like a look of doom41 — warned me back from him, and filled me with the foreboding that I should see him no more. He walked to the door, and opened it — turned — and, fixing his farewell look on Lucilla, saluted42 us silently with a bend of his head. The door closed on him softly. In a few minutes only from the time when he had entered the room, he had left us again — and left us for ever.
We waited, spell-bound — we could not speak. The void that he left behind him was dreary43 and dreadful. I was the first who moved. In silence, I led Lucilla back to our seat on the sofa, and beckoned44 to Oscar to go to her in my place.
This done, I left them — and went out to meet Lucilla’s father, on his return to the hotel. I wished to prevent him from disturbing them. After what had happened, it was good for those two to be alone.
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