It struck me that the only feasible plan would be to see Lady Chandos. I would tell her that I must go, not mentioning why; ask her to sanction it, and to lend me enough money to take me to Nulle. I did not see that I could leave without seeing her; certainly not without making her acquainted with the proposed fact, and thanking her for her hospitality and kindness. Heroines of romance, read of in fiction, might take abrupt4 flight from dwellings5 by night, or else; but I was nothing of the sort; only a rational girl of sober, everyday life, and must act accordingly.
"Do you happen to know how Lady Chandos is to-night, Harriet?" I asked, when the maid came in to inquire whether I wanted anything more.
"Her ladyship's a trifle better, Miss. I have just heard Hill say so."
Harriet left the room; and I sat thinking as before. That my seeing Lady Chandos could only be accomplished6 by stratagem7 I knew, for Hill was a very dragon, guarding that west wing. If it was really Lady Chandos who had been pacing the grounds--and Mrs. Penn was positive in her assertion and belief--she must undoubtedly8 be well enough to speak to me. It was but a few words I had to say to her; a few minutes' time that I should detain her. "Circumstances have called me away, but I could not leave without personally acquainting you, madam, and thanking you for your hospitality and kindness." Something to that effect: and then I would borrow the money--about forty, or fifty francs; which Miss Barlieu would give me to remit9, as soon as I got to Nulle. With Lady Chandos's sanction to my departure, Mr. Chandos could not put forth10 any plea to detain me.
Never were plans better laid than mine--as I thought. Rehearsing them over and over again in my mind after I, lay down in bed, the usual sleeplessness11 followed. I tossed and turned from side to side; I began to repeat verses; all in vain. Sleep had gone away from me, and I heard the clock strike two.
I heard something else: a stir in the gallery. It seemed as if some one burst out at the doors of the west wing, and came swiftly to the chamber12 of Mr. Chandos. In the stillness of night, sounds are plainly distinct that would be inaudible in the day. The footsteps were like Hill's, as if she had only stockings on. There was a brief whispering in Mr. Chandos's chamber, and the same footsteps ran back to the west wing.
What could be the matter? Was Lady Chandos worse? Almost as I asked myself the question, I heard Mr. Chandos come out of his room, go downstairs, and out at the hall-door. Curiosity led me to look from the window. The stars were shining; I suppose it was a frost; and the tops of the dark pine-trees rose clear and defined against the sky. All was quiet.
A very few minutes and other sounds broke the silence: those of a horse's footsteps. Mr. Chandos--as I supposed it to be--came riding forth at a canter from the direction of the stables: the pace increasing to a gallop13 as he turned into the broad walk.
There seemed less sleep for me than ever. In about an hour's time I heard Mr. Chandos ride in again. I heard him ride round to the stables, and come back thence on foot. He let himself in at the hall-door, came softly upstairs, and went into the west wing. It was in that wing that something must be amiss.
I was three-parts dressed in the morning when Mrs. Penn knocked at my door and entered. I did wish she would not thus interrupt me! Once she had come when I was reading my chapter; once during my prayers.
"Did you hear any disturbance14 in the night?" she began. "Mr. Chandos went out at two o'clock. Do you know what for?"
"Mrs. Penn! How should I be likely to know?"
"I happened to be up, looking from the end window----"
"At that time of night?" I interrupted.
"Yes, at that time of night," she repeated. "I was watching for--for--the ghost if you will" (but I thought somehow she said the ghost to mystify me), and so I may as well confess it. "I often do watch from my window at night. Quite on a sudden a figure appeared making its way swiftly towards the stables; my heart stood still for a moment; I thought the ghost had come at last. I did, Anne Hereford: and you need not gaze at me with your searching eyes, as if you questioned my veracity15. But soon I recognised Mr. Chandos, and presently saw him come back on horseback. Where did he go? For what purpose?"
"You put the questions as though you thought I could answer them," I said to her; and so she did, speaking in a demanding sort of way. "I cannot tell where Mr. Chandos has gone."
"He is back now: he was home again in about hour. I would give the whole world to know!"
"But why? What business is it of yours or mine? Mr. Chandos's movements are nothing to us."
"They are so much to us--to me--that I would forfeit16 this to be able to follow him about and see where he goes and what he does," she said, holding up her right hand.
I looked at her in wonder.
"I would. Is it not a singular sort of thing that a gentleman should rise from his bed at two o'clock in the morning, saddle his horse by stealth, and ride forth on a mysterious journey?"
"It is singular. But he may not have saddled his horse by stealth."
"How now?" she tartly17 answered. "He did saddle it; saddled it himself."
"Yes: but that may have been only from a wish not to disturb the grooms18 from their rest. To do a thing oneself with a view of sparing others, and to do it stealthily are two things."
"So your spirit must rise up to defend him still! Take care of yourself, Anne Hereford!"
"Nay19, there was no defence. What does it signify whether Mr. Chandos saddles a horse for himself or gets a man to saddle it?"
"Not much, perhaps; looking at it in the light you do."
"Mrs. Penn, I wish you would please to go, and let me finish dressing20. I am afraid of being late."
Rather to my surprise, she moved to the door without another word, and shut it behind her.
I went down to breakfast: I could not help myself. It would not do to plead illness or the sulks, and ask to have my meals sent upstairs. But we had a third at table, I found; and that was Dr. Laken. I am not sure how I and Mr. Chandos should have got on without him; with him all went smoothly21.
But not merrily. For both he and Mr. Chandos spoke22 and looked as if under the influence of some great care. Listening to their conversation, I discovered a rather singular circumstance. Mr. Chandos's errand in the night had been to the telegraph office at Warsall, to send an imperative23 message for Dr. Laken. That gentleman (almost as though a prevision had been upon him that he would be wanted) had started for Chandos the previous evening by a night train, and was at Chandos at seven in the morning. So that he and the message crossed each other. His visit was of course--though I was not told it--to Lady Chandos; and I feared there must be some dangerous change in her. They talked together, without reference to me.
"I wish you could have remained," Mr. Chandos suddenly said to the doctor.
"I wish I could. I have told you why I am obliged to go, and where. I'll be back to-night, if I can; if not, early to-morrow. Remember one thing, Mr. Harry24--that my staying here could be of no possible benefit. It is a satisfaction to you, of course, that I should be at hand, but I can do nothing."
"Mr. Dexter is here, sir, and wishes to see you," said Hickens, entering the parlour at this juncture25. "He says he is sorry to disturb you so early, sir, but he is off to that sale of stock, and must speak to you first. I have shown him into your private room, sir."
Mr. Chandos rose from his seat and went out. And now came my turn. I was alone with Dr. Laken, and seized on the opportunity to inquire about Lady Chandos. See her I must, and would.
"Is Lady Chandos alarmingly ill, Dr. Laken?"
He was eating an egg at the time, and he did not speak immediately: his attention seemed almost equally divided between regarding me and finishing the egg.
"What you young ladies might call alarmingly ill, we old doctors might not," were his words, when he at length spoke.
"Can she speak?"
"Oh, yes."
"And is sufficiently26 well to understand, if any one speaks to her?"
"Quite so. Don't trouble yourself, my dear, about Lady Chandos. I trust she will be all right with time."
Not another word did I get from him. He began talking of the weather; and then took up a newspaper until Mr. Chandos came back. As I was leaving them alone after breakfast, Mr. Chandos spoke to me in a half-grave, half-jesting tone.
"You are one of the family, you know, Miss Hereford, and may be asked to keep its affairs close, just as Emily would be were she here. Don't mention that I went to Warsall in the night--as you have now heard I did go. It is of no use to make the household uneasy."
And, as if to enforce the words, Dr. Laken gave three or four emphatic27 nods. I bowed and withdrew.
To see lady Chandos? How was it to be done? And, in spite of Dr. Laken's reassuring28 answer, I scarcely knew what to believe. Hill went about with a solemn face, silent as the grave; and an impression pervaded29 the household that something was very much amiss in the west wing. My impression was, that there was a great deal of unaccountable mystery somewhere.
"Harriet," I said, as the girl came to my room in thin course of her duties, "how is Lady Chandos?"
"Well, Miss, we can't quite make out," was the answer. "Hill is in dreadful trouble, and the doctor is here again; but Lizzy Dene saw my lady for a minute this morning, and she looked much as usual."
So far well. To Lady Chandos I determined31 to penetrate32 ere the day should close. And I am sure, had anybody seen me that morning, dodging33 into the gallery from my room and back again, they would have deemed me haunted by a restless spirit. I was watching for my opportunity. It did not come for nearly all day. In the morning Dr. Laken and Mr. Chandos were there; in the afternoon Hill was shut up in it. It was getting dusk when I, still on the watch, saw Hill come forth. She left the door ajar, as if she intended to return instantly, and whisked into a large linen-closet close by. Now was my time. I glided34 past the closet, quiet as a mouse, and inside the green-baize door of the west wing.
But which was the room of Lady Chandos? No time was to be lost, for if Hill returned, she was sure to eject me summarily, as she had done once before. I softly opened two doors, taking no notice of what the rooms might contain, looking only whether Lady Chandos was inside. Next I came to one, and opened it, as I had the others; and saw--what? Who--who was it sitting there? Not Lady Chandos.
In a large arm-chair at the fire, propped35 up with pillows, sat an emaciated36 object, white, thin, cadaverous. A tall man evidently, bearing in features a great resemblance to Mr. Chandos, a strange likeness37 to that ghostly vision--if it had been one--I had once seen in the gallery. Was he the ghost?--sitting there and staring at me with his large eyes, but never speaking? If not a ghost, it must be a living skeleton.
My pulses stood still; my heart leaped into my mouth. The figure raised his arm, and pointed38 peremptorily39 to the door with his long, lanky40, white fingers. A sign that I must quit his presence.
I was glad to do so. Startled, terrified, bewildered, I thought no more of Lady Chandos, but went back through the passage, and out at the green-baize door. There, face to face, I encountered Mr. Chandos.
I shall not readily forget his face when he looked at me. Never had greater hauteur41, rarely greater anger, appeared in the countenance42 of any living man.
"Have you been in there?" he demanded.
"Yes. I----" More I could not say. The words stuck in my throat.
"Listen, Miss Hereford," he said, his lips working with emotion. "I am grieved to be compelled to say anything discourteous43 to a lady, more especially to you, but I must forbid you to approach these rooms, however powerfully your curiosity may urge you to visit them. I act as the master of Chandos, and demand it as a right. Your business lies at the other end of the gallery; this end is sacred, and must be kept so from intrusion."
I stole away with my crimsoned44 face, with a crimsoned brain, I think, wishing the gallery floor would open and admit me. Hill came out of the closet with wondering eyes; Mr. Chandos went on, and shut the door of the west wing after him. I felt ashamed to sickness. My "curiosity!"
But who could it be, he whom I had just seen, thus closeted in the apartments of Lady Chandos? Could it be Sir Thomas, arrived from abroad? But when did he arrive? and why this concealment45 in his mother's rooms? for concealment it appeared to be. Whoever it was, he was fearfully ill and wasted: of that there could be no doubt; ill, as it seemed to me, almost unto death; and a conviction came over me that Dr. Laken's visits were paid to him, not to Lady Chandos.
"My dear child, how flushed and strange you look!"
The speaker was Mrs. Penn, interrupting my chain of thought. She was standing46 at the door of the east wing, came forward, and turned with me into my room.
"Anne," she continued, her tone full of kind, gentle compassion47, "was Mr. Chandos speaking in that manner to you?"
"I deserved it," I sighed, "for I really had no right to enter the west wing clandestinely48. I went there in search of Lady Chandos. I want to leave, but I cannot go without first seeking her, and I thought I would try to do so, in spite of Hill."
"And did you see her?" questioned Mrs. Penn.
"No; I could not see her anywhere; I suppose I did not go into all the rooms. But I saw some one else."
"Who was it?"
"The strangest being," I answered, too absorbed in the subject, too surprised and bewildered, to observe my usual custom of telling nothing to Mrs. Penn. "He was sitting in an easy-chair, supported by pillows; a tall, emaciated man, looking--oh, so ill! His face was the thinnest and whitest I ever saw; but it had a likeness to Mr. Chandos."
Had I been more collected, I might have seen how the revelation affected49 Mrs. Penn. Just then my eyes and senses were, so to say, blinded. She put her hand on my arm, listening for more.
"He startled me terribly; I declare, at first sight, I did think it was a ghost. Why should he be hidden there?--if he is hidden. Unless it is Sir Thomas Chandos come home from India--Mrs. Penn! what's the matter?"
The expression of her countenance at length arrested me. Her face had turned white, her lips were working with excitement.
"For the love of Heaven, wait!" she uttered. "A tall man, bearing a family likeness to Mr. Chandos--was that what you said?"
"A striking likeness: allowing for the fact that Mr. Chandos is in health, and that the other looks as though he were dying. The eyes are not alike: his are large and dark, Mr. Chandos's blue. Why? Perhaps it is Sir Thomas Chandos."
"It is not Sir Thomas; he is a short, plain man, resembling his mother. No, no; I know too well who it is; and it explains the mystery of that west wing. All that has been so unaccountable to me since I have dwelt at Chandos is plain now. Dolt50 that I was, never to have suspected it! Oh! but they were clever dissemblers, with their sicknesses of my Lady Chandos!"
She went out, and darted51 into the east wing. So astonished was I, that I stood looking after her, and saw her come quietly forth again after a minute or two, attired52 to go out. She was gliding53 down the stairs, when Mrs. Chandos likewise came from the east wing and called to her.
"Mrs. Penn, where are you going? I want you."
Mrs. Penn thus arrested, turned round, a vexed54 expression on her face.
"I wish to do a very slight errand for myself, madam. I shall not be long."
"I cannot spare you now; I cannot, indeed. You must defer55 it until to-morrow. I will not stay by myself now it is getting dusk. I am as nervous as I can be this evening. You are not half so attentive56 as Mrs. Freeman was: you are always away, or wanting to be."
Mrs. Penn came slowly up the stairs again, untying57 her bonnet58-strings. But I saw she had a great mind to rebel, and depart on her errand in defiance59 of her mistress.
What could it be that she was so anxious for? what was she going to do? As she had passed to the stairs before being called back, the words "Down now with the Chandoses!" had reached my ears from her lips, softly spoken. I felt sick and frightened. What mischief60 might I not have caused by my incautious revelation? Oh! it seemed as though I had been treacherous61 to Chandos.
Restless and uncomfortable, I was going into the oak-parlour a little later, when Lizzy Dene, in a smart new bonnet and plaid shawl, a small basket on her arm, came into the hall to say something to Hickens, who was there.
"I suppose I may go out at this door, now I'm here?" said she, afterwards; and Hickens grunted62 out "Yes" as he withdrew. At that self-same moment Mrs. Penn came softly and swiftly down the stairs, and called to her. Neither of them saw me, just inside the parlour.
"You are going out, I see, Lizzy. Will you do a little errand for me?"
"If it won't take long," was the girl's free answer. "But I have got leave to go out to tea, and am an hour later than I thought to be."
"It will not take you a minute out of your way. You know where Mr. Edwin Barley63 lives--the new tenant64. Go to his house with this note, and desire that it may be given to him: should he not be at home, say that it must be handed to him the instant he comes in. If you do this promptly65, and keep it to yourself, mind!--I will give you a crown piece!"
"I'll do it, and say 'thank ye,' too, ma'am," laughed Lizzy, in glee.
She opened the lid of her basket, popped in the note, and went out at the hall-door. Mrs. Penn disappeared upstairs.
But Lizzy Dene had halted in the portico66, and had her face turned towards the skies.
"Now, is it going to rain?--or is it only the dark of the evening?" she deliberated aloud. "Better take an umbrella. I should not like my new shawl to be spoilt; and they didn't warrant the blue in it, if it got a soaking."
She put down the basket, and ran back to the kitchen. Now was my opportunity. I stole to the basket, lifted the lid, and took out the letter, trusting to good luck, and to Lizzy's not looking into the basket on her return.
She did not. She came back with the umbrella, snatched up the basket by its two handles, and went down the broad walk, at a run.
With the letter grasped in my hand, I was hastening to my own room to read it in peace--
"Read it!" interposes the reader, aghast at the dishonour67. "Read it?"
Yes; read it. I believed that that letter was full of treachery to Chandos, and that I had unwittingly contributed to raise it, through my incautious revelation. Surely it was my duty now to do what I could to avert68 it, even though it involved the opening of Mrs. Penn's letter. A sudden light of suspicion seemed to have opened upon her--whispering a doubt that she was treacherous.
But in the hall I met the dinner coming in, and Mr. Chandos with it. Putting the note inside my dress, I sat down to table.
It was a silent dinner, save for the most ordinary courtesies; Mr. Chandos was grave, preoccupied69, and sorrowful; I was as grave and preoccupied as he. When the servants left, he drew a dish of walnuts70 towards him, peeled some, and passed them to me; then he began to peel for himself. It was upon my tongue to say No; not to accept them from him: but somehow words failed.
"Anne, I have not understood you these last few days."
The address took me by surprise, for there had been a long silence. He did not raise his eyes to mine as he spoke, but kept them on the walnuts.
"Have you not, sir?"
"What could have induced you to intrude71 into the west wing, to-day? Pardon the word, if it grates upon your ear; that part of Chandos House is private; private and sacred; known to be so by all inmates72; and, for any one to enter unsolicited, is an intrusion."
"I am sorry that I went in--very sorry; no one can repent73 of it now more than I do; but I had an urgent motive74 for wishing to see Lady Chandos. I wish to see her still, if possible; I do not like to quit Chandos without it."
"You are not going to quit Chandos?"
"I leave to-morrow, if it be practicable. If not, the next day."
"No," he said; "it must not be. I act for my mother, and refuse her sanction."
Too vexed to answer, too vexed to remain at table, I rose and went to the fire, standing with my back to him.
"What has changed you?" he abruptly75 asked.
"Changed me?"
"For some days now you have been unlike yourself. Why visit upon me the sins of another? I suffer sufficiently as it is; I suffer always."
I could not understand the speech any more than if it had been Greek, and glanced to him for explanation.
"I look back on my past conduct, and cannot see that I am to blame. We were thrown together by circumstances; and if love stole unconsciously over us, it was neither my fault nor yours. I was wrong, you will say, to avow76 this love; I believe I was; it might have been better that I had held my tongue. But----"
"It would be better that you should hold it now, sir. I do not wish to enter upon any explanation. Quit your house, I will. Lady Chandos, were she made acquainted with what has passed, would be the first to send me from it."
Mr. Chandos rose and stood up by me. "Am I to understand that you wish to quit it because I have spoken of this love?"
"Yes; and because--because it is no longer a fit residence for me."
"Do you wish to imply that under no circumstances--that is, with any barrier that may exist now against my marrying removed--would you accept my love?"
The hot tears came into my eyes. Scarcely could I keep them from raining down.
"I wish to imply--to say--that not under any alteration78 of circumstances that the world can bring about, would I accept your love, Mr. Chandos. The very fact of your naming it to me is an insult."
Ah, me! and how passionately79 was I loving him in my heart all the time, even as I spoke it.
"Very well. In that case it may be better that you quit Chandos. Should Miss Barlieu's answer prove favourable--I mean, if she assures you that danger from the fever is past--you shall be conveyed thither80 under proper escort."
"Thank you," I interrupted, feeling, I do believe, not half as grateful as I ought.
"A moment yet. In case the danger is not past, you must remain here a little longer. There is no help for it. I will promise not to speak another unwelcome word to you, and to give you as little of my company as possible. We will both ignore the past as a pleasant dream, just as though it had not existed. Will this content you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I give you my honour that after this evening it shall be so. But we must have a few words together first. I have already intimated that I should not have spoken so soon but for perceiving that love had arisen on your side as well as mine. Now don't fly off at a tangent: I intend to have an explanation from you this night: an explanation that shall set things straight between us, or sever81 us for ever. We are not boy and girl that we should shrink from it. At least, if you are but a girl in years, you have sense and prudence82 and right feeling that belong rather to double your age."
Standing there before me, calm and resolute83, I knew there could be no avoidance of the explanation he sought. His was the master-spirit. But it was cruel to wish me to put it into words. And so entirely84 needless!
"If I allude85 to your love for me, it is not needlessly to pain, or, as you may think, insult you: believe me, when I say it; but only to call to your notice the inconsistency of your conduct. It is this that I require an explanation of Child, you know you loved me,"----and his hand slightly trembled as he laid it on my shoulder. "Whence, then, the sudden change?"
"I did not know your position then," I answered, meeting the words as I supposed he wished to force me to meet them, and taking a step backwards86 on the hearth-rug.
"I cannot but think you must in some way be mistaking my position. Circumstances, very sad and grievous circumstances, are rendering87 it of brighter prospect88. I am aware of the misfortune that attaches to my family, the disgrace that is reflected upon me: but you should not treat me as though the disgrace or the fault were mine. Surely there is no justice in resenting it on me! You might have rejected me with civility."
"I do not know what you are saying," I interrupted, passionately angry. "What is it to me, the disgrace attaching to your family? That could not sway me. It is unknown to me."
"Unknown to you?" he repeated in accents of surprise.
"Entirely unknown, save for vague rumours89 that I have not wished to attend to. The disgrace lies with you, sir, not with your family."
"With me? What have I done? Do you mean in having spoken to you of love?" he added, finding I did not answer. "At least, I do not see that disgrace could be charged on me for that. I intended to lay the case openly before you, and it would have been at your option to accept or reject me."
"Do you call deceit and dishonour no disgrace, Mr. Chandos?"
"Great disgrace. But I have not been guilty of either."
"You have been guilty of both."
"When? and how?"
"To me. You know it. You know it, sir. Had my father been alive; had I any friend in the world to protect me, I do not think you would have dared to speak to me of love."
"Were your father, Colonel Hereford, alive, Anne, I should lay the whole case before him, and say--'Judge for yourself; shall, or shall not your daughter be mine?' I fancy he would find the objection less insuperable than you appear to do."
I believe I simply stared in answer to this. Calm, good, and noble he looked, standing there with his truthful90 eyes, speaking his apparently91 truthful words. It seemed that we must be at cross-purposes.
"When you spoke of the bar that existed to your marrying, you put it upon the hinted-at misfortunes, the disgrace attaching to your family, Mr. Chandos. But you never alluded92 to the real bar."
"There is no other bar. But for that, I would like to make you my wife to-morrow. What have you got in your head?"
I knew what I was beginning to have in my temper. "If you continue to detain me here, sir, and to say these things, I will go straight with my complaint to Mrs. Chandos."
"To Mrs. Chandos! What good would that do?" he coolly questioned.
"Oh, sir, spare me! I did not think you would behave so. Don't you see, putting me and my feelings out of the question, how all this wrongs her?"
He looked at me strangely, his countenance a puzzle. "What has Mrs. Chandos to do with it? She is nothing to you or to me."
"She is your wife, sir."
His elbow displaced some ornament93 on the mantelpiece; he had to turn and save it from falling. Then he faced me again.
"My wife, did you say?"
And very much ashamed I had felt to say it: with my hot face and my eyes bent94 on the carpet.
"Mrs. Chandos is no wife of mine. I never was married yet. Did you go to sleep and dream it?"
Ah, how that poor foolish heart of mine stood still! Was it possible that Mrs. Penn had been mistaken?--that my misery95 had been without foundation; my supposed offered insults only fancied ones. No condemned96 criminal, called forth from his cell to hear the reprieve97 read that will restore to him the life he has forfeited98, could experience a more intense revulsion of joy than I did then.
I put my hands up in front of him: it was no moment for affectation or reticence99.
"Tell me the truth," I gasped100; "the truth as before heaven? Is, or is not, Mrs. Chandos your wife?"
He bent his head a little forward, speaking clearly and distinctly, with an emphasis on every word.
"Mrs. Chandos is my sister-in-law. She is my brother's wife. It is the truth, in the presence of heaven."
I covered my face with my hands to hide the blinding tears that fell on my cheeks of shame. To have made so dreadful a mistake!--and to have spoken of it!
Mr. Chandos took the hands away, holding them and me before him.
"Having said so much, Anne, you must say more. Has this been the cause of your changed conduct? Whence could the strange notion have arisen?"
"I spoke a few words as well as I could; just the heads of what I had heard, and from whom.
"Mrs. Penn! Why she of all people must know better. She knows who Mrs. Chandos's husband is. Surely she cannot be mistaking me for my brother!"
"I thought, sir, you had no brother, except Sir Thomas."
"Yes, I have another brother," he answered, in a whisper. "You saw him to-day, Anne."
"That poor sick gentleman, who looks so near the grave?"
"Even so. It is he who is the husband of Mrs. Chandos. The fact of his being at Chandos is unknown, not to be spoken of," he said, sinking his voice still lower, and glancing round the walls of the room, as though he feared they might contain eavesdroppers. "Take care that it does not escape your lips."
Alas101! it had escaped them. I bent my head and my troubled face, wondering whether I ought to confess it to him. But he spoke again.
"And so--this is the silly dream you have been losing yourself in! Anne! could you not have trusted me better?"
"You must please forgive me," I said, looking piteously at him through my tears.
Forgive me! He suddenly put out his arms, and gathered me to his breast.
"Will you recall your vow77, child; never--under any circumstances that the world can bring forth--to accept my love?" he whispered. "Oh, Anne, my darling! it would be cruel of you to part us."
Never more would I doubt him never more. True, kind, good, his face was bent, waiting for the answer. My whole heart, my trust went out to him, then and for ever. I lifted my eyes with all their love, and stole my hand into his. Down came his kisses upon my lips by way of sealing the compact.
"And so you are willing to trust me without the explanation?"
How willing, none save myself could tell.
"Quite willing," I whispered. "I am certain you have not been guilty of any crime."
"Never; so help me heaven," he fervently102 answered. "But disgrace reflects upon me, for all that, and you must give your final decision when you have heard it."
Oh, but he knew; the smile on his face betrayed it; that I should never go back from him again.
I sat down in my chair: he put his elbow on the mantelpiece as before.
"Anne, you will not run away from Chandos now?"
"Not to-morrow, sir."
"Am I to be 'sir' always, you shy child? But about this fable103 of yours connecting me with Mrs. Chandos? It could scarcely have been Mrs. Penn who imparted it to you?"
"Indeed it was. She said a great deal more than that."
"It is not possible she can be mistaking me for my brother," he repeated, in deliberation with himself. "That cannot be, for she believes him to be a fugitive104. This is very strange, Anne."
"Perhaps Mrs. Penn is false? I thought in my inmost heart. Perhaps she has a motive in wishing me to quit Chandos? She had certainly done her best to forward it--and to prejudice me against him.
"Do you know Mrs. Penn to be true to your interests, Mr. Chandos? I mean to those of the family?"
"I know nothing about her. Of course but for being supposed to be true and honourable105, she would not have been admitted here. My mother---- Hark! What's that?"
A sound of wheels was heard, as of a carriage being driven to the door. Mr. Chandos turned to listen. It struck me that a sort of dread30 rose to his countenance.
"What troubles you?" I whispered, approaching him. "You look as if there were cause for fear."
He touched me to be quiet, listening while he answered--
"There is every cause for fear in this unhappy house. Do you remember the night that the police rode up, Anne. I thought surely the blow had come. I know not whom this carriage may have brought: I am not expecting anybody."
"We heard the door opened by one of the servants. Mr. Chandos took his hand off me and sat down again.
"It may be Dr. Laken, sir."
"No he could not be back yet."
In bustled106 Hickens, faster than was usual with that solemn personage.
"It's Miss Emily, sir," said he, addressing Mr. Chandos. "That is, Madame de Mellissie. Her foreign French name never comes pat to me."
Miss Emily was in the room ere Hickens had done speaking--bright, handsome, gay as ever.
"There's plenty of luggage, Hickens, mind; you must see to it with Pauline," were the first words she spoke. "And how are you, Harry?" she continued, putting up her mouth to be kissed.
"This is an unexpected visit, Emily," he said, as he took the kiss. "You should have written us word; and I would have met you at the station with the carriage. How did you come from thence?"
"Oh, I got a conveyance107 of some sort; a fly, or a chaise; I hardly know what it was, except that I believe it had no springs, for it shook me to pieces. How is mamma?"
"Wont108 you speak to me, Madame de Mellissie?" I asked, holding out my hand. I had stood there waiting for her to notice me which she did not appear to have the least intention of doing; waiting and waiting.
"I hope you are well, Anne Hereford," was her reply, but she pointedly109 and rudely neglected my offered hand.
"Did you leave your husband well?" Mr. Chandos hastily asked, as a sort of covering to her ill manners.
"Well neither in health nor in temper, but as cranky as can be. I ran away."
"Ran away!"
"Of course I did. There came to me a letter, some days past----"
"Yes, I wrote to you," I interrupted.
"You!" she rudely said, in a condemning110 tone of voice; "I am not alluding111 to your letter. When this other letter came, I told Alfred I must go at once to Chandos. 'Very well,' said he, 'I shall be able to take you in a day or so.' But the days went on, and still he was too ill; or said he was. 'I must go,' I said to him yesterday morning. 'I must and I will,' and that put him up. 'Listen, ma chère,' cried he, in his cool way, 'I am too ill to travel, and there's nobody else to take you, so you can't go; therefore let us hear no more about it.' Merci, monsieur! I thought to myself; and I forthwith told Pauline to pack up, and get the boxes out of the house en cachette. Which she did: and I followed them, Alfred and Madame in Mère believing I had gone for a drive in the Bois de Boulogne. A pretty long drive they must think it by this time."
"Emily, how can you act so?" exclaimed her brother, in a tone of stern reproval.
"Now, Harry, I don't want any of your morality. Look at home, before you preach to me. What have you been doing the last few weeks? I have heard."
"Shall I pay for the chaise, ma'am?" inquired Hickens, putting in his head.
"Pay for anything and everything, Hickens," was her answer. "I have brought no money with me, to speak of. I ran away."
"Emily, how can you?" exclaimed Mr. Chandos, as the man withdrew.
"Rubbish! Who's Hickens? Pauline's sure to tell him all about it. I repeat to you, Harry, that you need not preach to me: you have more need to reform your own acts and doings. The letter I received was about you; and, from what it said, I began to think it high time that I should be at Chandos."
"Indeed!" he quietly answered. "Pray who may have taken the trouble to write it?"
"That is what I cannot tell you. It was anonymous112."
Mr. Chandos curled his lip. "There is only one thing to do with an anonymous letter, Emily--put it in the fire, with a thought of pity for its miserable113 writer, and then forget it for ever. We have been dealing114 in anonymous letters here, lately. I received one; and the inspector115 of police at Warsall received one, falsely purporting117 to be from me. The result was that a descent of mounted police came swooping118 upon us one night with sabres, drawn or undrawn, frightening sober Chandos out of its propriety119."
"I never heard of such a thing!" exclaimed Madame de Mellissie, her interest momentarily diverted from her own grievances120. "What did they want?"
"The inspector was led to believe I required them to take somebody into custody121 for theft. I assure you anonymous letters have been the fashion here lately. But they are not the less despicable."
"Shall I tell you what was in mine?"
"I do not wish to hear it."
"Ah, you are afraid," she answered, with a ringing laugh. "Conscience makes cowards of all of us."
Mr. Chandos looked anything but afraid: he stood very calm, his head raised. Emily began taking off her things, throwing a bonnet on one chair, gloves on another, a shawl on the floor. I went forward to assist her.
"Don't touch anything of mine," she haughtily122 interrupted, putting herself before the shawl with a slight stamp. "Harry, how long has mamma kept her room?"
"Ever since you left," replied Mr. Chandos.
"Oh. And you and Anne Hereford have had the sole benefit of each other's company!"
"And a very pleasant benefit, too," boldly retorted Mr. Chandos. But my cheeks were in a flame, and they both saw it.
"You wrote me word that you wished to leave," she said, turning to me. "You are no longer in my service, and are at liberty to do so. When can you be ready?"
"My preparations will not take me long," was my reply.
Little cause was there to ask what had been the purport116 of her anonymous letter. Who could have written it? Who could be concerning themselves about me and Mr. Chandos? Was it Mrs. Penn?
"I should like some tea," she said, as she poured out a glass of wine and drank it. "Ring the bell and order it in, Anne Hereford. While they bring it I will run up to mamma's rooms, Harry. Wont she pull a long face when she hears that I decamped without the cognizance of le mari et la vieille mère!"
"Emily," said Mr. Chandos, gravely, "you cannot go into your mamma's rooms at present."
"But I will go."
"My dear, you must not; at least until I have spoken to you. There are urgent reasons against it."
"What are the reasons?"
"I will tell you later. You had better have some tea first. Shall I ring for Hill to show you a chamber?"
"I will be shown to a chamber when I have been in to mamma," she defiantly123 responded. "Take yourself out of the way, Harry."
For Mr. Chandos was standing between her and the door. "Emily, did I ever advise you but for your good--your comfort? Pray attend to me."
"For my good, no doubt," she said, with a gay laugh. "I don't know about my comfort. Harry, we shall come to a battle royal, if you don't move from that door. I am quite determined to go into the west wing, and I will not be stopped. Goodness me! you are trying to control me as though I were a child."
Mr. Chandos opened the door and followed her out. In the hall they stood for a moment talking together in a whisper, and I heard a cry of pain and dismay escape her lips.
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grooms
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dodging
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propped
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likeness
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countenance
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discourteous
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concealment
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compassion
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affected
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attired
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gliding
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vexed
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defer
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untying
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bonnet
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defiance
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mischief
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treacherous
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barley
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pointedly
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dealing
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inspector
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swooping
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propriety
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grievances
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custody
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