A year passed rapidly away, during which time Guest’s visits were pretty constant to Benchers’ Inn, or to that institution where the new curator seemed to have thrown himself with so much spirit into his work that Guest often came to the conclusion that he must have treated his past after the fashion suggested by the admiral’s sister. For there were no friendly confidences, and it was only a supposition that Stratton might be well informed as to the doings of the family abroad.
At last one morning, after being expectant and on thorns for weeks, Guest made his way to Bayswater, sending the cabman by a circuitous1 route, so as to pass through Bourne Square.
The family had not returned, but there were painters at work; and excited by this, he rang at Miss Jerrold’s, was shown up, and as soon as he had shaken hands the old lady tightened2 her lips and shook her head at him.
“All my good advice thrown away, boy,” she said. “Now no deceit; you’ve heard news?”
“Indeed, no,” he cried. “I only came through the square.”
“On purpose?”
“Well, yes, and saw that there were men at work painting.”
“Pooh!” ejaculated Miss Jerrold. “That may mean my brother is going to let the house.”
“But Sir Mark is not going to let the house, Miss Jerrold?”
“Of course not. Yes; you are right: they will be back in about a week.”
“In a week?” cried Guest joyously3.
“Yes. I wanted to see you, though. How about your friend, Mr Stratton: he has forgotten all that mad nonsense, I suppose?”
Guest was silent for a few moments while the old lady looked at him inquiringly.
“You do not know Malcolm Stratton as I do,” he said sadly. “He has never mentioned Miss Myra Jerrold’s name—”
“Mrs Dale’s or Barron’s,” said the lady sternly, but Guest shook his head.
“Since the wedding day, but if I know anything of my friend she has never since been out of his thoughts.”
The tears started to Miss Jerrold’s eyes.
“Poor boy,” she said sadly. “But he must not think of her. My brother had certain thoughts about getting the marriage cancelled, but Myra will not hear of it.”
“Surely she does not care for this man?”
“I don’t know, my dear boy. She is a mystery to me. I tried to talk to her several times when I was near, but she closed my lips at once. I am nobody now. I can pretty well manage her father, but—who in the world can this be?” she cried hastily. “I’m not at home.”
She rose to ring the bell, but there were steps already on the stairs, and the servant, looking a little startled, opened the door.
“Mr Stratton, ma’am. He says—”
Stratton was already at the door, looking pale, but with a red spot burning in each cheek.
“You here, Guest!” he said excitedly. “Miss Jerrold, pray ask your niece to see me, if only for a minute.”
“My niece, Mr Stratton,” said the old lady coldly, “is in Paris.”
“No, no,” he cried. “They reached Charing4 Cross not half an hour ago.”
“Stratton, old man,” whispered Guest, “for goodness sake, contain yourself. Indeed they are not here.”
“Hah!” cried Stratton excitedly as a cab drew up to the door; and he grasped how he had, in his excitement, outstripped5 with a fast hansom the slow four-wheeled cab; and without giving aunt or friend another thought he dashed downstairs and out to the cab door.
Myra was looking eagerly up at the house as the front door opened, and Edie heard her give a hoarse6 gasp7 as she shrank back into the corner of the seat with her face convulsed by a spasm8 at the unexpected sight of Stratton.
It was only momentary9. By the time he reached the cab door, flung it open, and held out his hand, she had drawn10 herself up, and it was a calm, dignified11, graceful12 woman of the world who gave the trembling man her hand to help her to alight.
“Ah, Mr Stratton,” she said, and her voice thrilled him, “I did not expect to see you here. I hope you have quite recovered from your illness. Thanks. Mr Guest too. Yes, you may take my wrappers. Ah, there is aunt. Aunt dear, we have taken you quite by storm. Papa had letters yesterday which he said must be attended to personally at once. Can you take us in, or must we go to an hotel?”
This last in the hall, to which, trembling at the meeting, Aunt Rebecca had come down to embrace her nieces.
“Yes, yes, my dear; come in. So glad—so very glad. Mr Guest, would you mind—the cabman?”
She handed the young man her purse, but Myra checked her.
“No, no, aunt dear; papa did see to that. So kind of you to have old friends here as a surprise.”
“No, no, my dear, an accident; and—and—they were just going away.”
“Yes,” said Stratton in a strange voice as he held out his hand and gazed with agonised eyes wistfully in those which looked so calmly in his; “we were just going—Miss Jerrold.”
“Mrs Barron, Mr Stratton,” said Myra quietly, with just a suspicion of reproach in her voice, as she gave him her hand. “Papa was talking about you the other day. I am sure he will be glad to see old friends again.”
She turned from him and shook hands with Guest, while Edie, with tears in her eyes, approached Stratton.
“So—to see you again, Mr Stratton,” she whispered, with the “glad” inaudible, but it was of no consequence, being quite out of place.
He shook hands with her mechanically, but he did not seem to see her or hear her words, and she caught Guest’s arm.
“Get him away,” she whispered. “It was madness. Pray go, for everyone’s sake.”
Guest nodded, took his friend’s arm, and the pair walked slowly away in silence till Stratton uttered a low, strange laugh, and as Guest met his wild eyes:
“No, old fellow,” he said quietly. “I am not going mad—unless it was madness to obey the promptings of my poor, weak nature. Better come with me to my rooms, for something seems to keep on asking me if life is not all one great mistake.”
Meanwhile at Miss Jerrold’s house, the moment the door was closed, Myra had caught wildly at her cousin’s hand.
“Quick!” she cried in a hoarse whisper, “take me to our room,” and with wild energy she hurried her cousin upstairs to close and lock the door before she gave vent13 to the wild, hysterical14 burst of agony that was struggling for exit.
“So cruel—so heartless,” she sobbed15 as she paced the floor, wringing16 her hands and rejecting every attempt at consolation17 on her cousin’s part. “He must have known. Oh, it’s maddening.”
“Myra, be calm, be calm.”
“Calm!” cried Myra wildly, “it is not possible. Do you think me made of stone instead of flesh and blood like yourself? You—my father—my aunt—all treat me as if I were a child whom a word or two will set free. I tell you again I am that man’s wife. In my weakness and folly18, blind to what I called my duty, I went headlong into that gulf19 of despair. I swore before the altar to be his wife till death should us part. It is my fate, and there can be no change.”
“But Myra—dear cousin!”
“I tell you, Edie, there is not an hour passes without my seeing him once more before me holding my hand, with his eyes telling me that I am his wife, and,” she cried passionately20 as a low tapping was heard at the door, “I am waiting for the day when he will be released and come, wherever I may be, to claim me and bid me follow him, whatever may be his future. And I shall have to go—I shall have to go.”
“Myra,” whispered Edie, throwing her arms about her cousin’s neck, “hush21, pray! Pray hush! Auntie is at the door; she must not hear you talk like this. These terrible fits are only for me to hear; my own sister, pray, pray be calm.”
Her touch, her kisses, had the desired effect; and as the tapping at the door was resumed, Myra sank down sobbing22 on a chair, and buried her flushed face in Edie’s breast.
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