“She wanted to all the while,” Edie said; “but her woman’s dignity kept her back.”
The girl was quite right, and it was only in a fit of mad despair that Myra had at last agreed in acknowledging the force of her cousin’s words.
“Percy says he thinks Malcolm is slowly dying, dear, and that your coming might save his life.”
“I’ll go,” Myra said, drawing in her breath with a hiss1; and then to herself, “If he despises me for the act, well, I must bear it, too—while I am here.”
An evening was fixed2, one on which Guest felt sure he would be able to catch his friend at the chambers3, as being the preferable place, though, failing this, there was the lodging4 in Sarum Street.
There was no occasion for inventing subterfuges5. The admiral that night dined at the club, and he troubled himself so little about the comings and goings of his daughter and niece that, if he returned, he would only consider that they had gone to some “at home,” and retire to his bed.
The consequence was that the carriage was in waiting at eight, and Guest arrived to act as guide.
“Strikes me, William,” said Andrews, the butler, to the attendant footman, “that our young lady would be doing more what’s right if she stopped at home.”
“Ay, she do look bad, sir.”
“She does, William,” said Andrew, with a little stress on the “does.”
“Twice over me and you has made preparations to have her married, and it strikes me that the next time we have to do with any public proceedings6 it will be to take her to her long home.”
“They’re a-coming down, Mr Andrews,” whispered the footman as, in evening dress and cloak, Guest brought down Myra, looking very white in her mufflings, and as if she were in some dream.
Guest handed her into the carriage, and returned for Edie, who was flushed and agitated7.
“You won’t think any the worse of me for this, Percy, will you?” she whispered.
His reply was a tender pressure of the little hand which rested upon his arm.
Matters having been intrusted to Guest he directed the coachman to draw up beside the old court in Counsel Lane, and upon the footman opening the door, and the ladies being handed out, he looked at them in wonder, and asked his fellow-servant what game he thought was up as the trio passed into a gloomy looking alley8, at whose corner was a robe-maker’s shop with two barristers’ wigs9 on blocks in the window.
But Guest knew what he was about. The courts and alleys10 about Benchers’ Inn were principally occupied by law writers, printers, and law stationers, and deserted11 enough of an evening to render the passage through of a couple of ladies in evening dress a matter likely to cause little notice, especially as they might be taking a short cut to one of the theatres.
Myra had taken Guest’s arm at a whisper from her cousin, who followed close behind, and, before long, the young barrister was well aware of her agitation12 and weakness, for, as they reached the upper entrance to the inn, she leaned more and more heavily upon his arm, and, after a few more paces, clung to him and stopped.
“Tired?” he said gently; “we are nearly there.”
She tried to speak, but no words would come; he could feel, though, that she was trembling violently, and Edie pressed to her side.
“Courage,” she murmured; and her voice seemed to calm Myra, who drew a deep breath, and tried to walk firmly the rest of the way; while Edie began to hope Stratton would be absent, for she dreaded13 the scene.
But fate was against her this time. The meeting she had struggled to bring about was to be, for Guest turned to her and whispered over his shoulder:
“There is a light in his room; he is at home.”
There was not a soul visible as they crossed the little, silent, ill-paved courtyard, with its few flickering14 gas lamps and the buildings around standing15 up blank and bare, for the most part solitary16 and deserted looking, for hardly a blind showed a light behind.
Half-way along by the railings, beneath the great plane trees, a man was standing; and, as he took a step out into the light of the nearest lamp, Guest felt that Myra was ready to drop. But a whispered word or two roused her to make the last effort, and the next minute they were in the doorway17; with the stone stairs looking dim and strange, visible where they stood, but gradually fading into the darkness above.
Guest stopped short in obedience18 to a pressure upon his arm, and Myra supported herself by grasping the great wooden balustrade, while Edie uttered a sigh, and their escort began to feel some doubt as to the result of their mission, and wonder whether it was wise to have come, even going so far as to feel that he should not be sorry if his companions drew back.
Just then Edie whispered a few words to her cousin, who seemed to be spurred by them to fresh exertion19, and, bearing hard upon Guest’s arm once more, she ascended20 the silent staircase to the first floor, where Guest led them a little aside into Brettison’s entry, while he went to reconnoitre.
All was dark, apparently21, and he began to be in doubt as to whether Stratton really was there, when, to his great delight, he found that fate had favoured their visit, for the outer door was ajar, and, drawing it back, he stepped inside, to find the inner door only just thrust to, while, after opening it a little way, he could see Stratton seated at his writing table with his face resting upon his hands.
The lamp was before him, with the shade thrust on one side, so that the light was cast toward the window, and his face and hands were in darkness; and so motionless did he seem that Guest concluded that he must be asleep.
Guest gave a sharp look round, but the room was too dim for much to be seen. It did not, however, by that light appear to be neglected.
There was an angular look in Stratton’s attitude which startled Guest, and made him step forward with his heart beating heavily. The unfastened door was terribly suggestive of the entrance of a man who hardly knew what he was doing, and he now saw that a hat was lying on the floor as if it had fallen from the table. In an ordinary way such ideas would not have occurred to him, but he had twice over visited that room, and been startled by matters which had suggested Stratton’s intention of doing away with his life.
All this made Guest walk quickly up behind his friend’s chair, and his hand was raised to touch him, but he drew back, for a sigh, long-drawn and piteous, broke the silence of the dim room—such a sigh as escapes from a sleeping child lying exhausted22 after some passionate23 burst of temper.
Guest, too, drew a long breath as he crept away softly, looking over his shoulder till he reached the doors, through which he passed, and hurried over the few steps along the landing to where Myra and Edie stood shivering in the cold, dark entry leading to Brettison’s chambers.
“Oh, how long you have been,” whispered Edie, to whom Myra was clinging.
“Come, Mrs Barron,” said Guest, without heeding24 the remark, as he took Myra’s hand, which struck cold through her glove, and drew it through his arm.
“Wait there, Edie.”
The girl uttered a faint ejaculation, but said nothing, and Myra walked silently to Stratton’s door, and as Guest raised his hand to draw it toward him she pressed it back.
“Wait,” she said in a hoarse25 whisper. “My brain seems to swim. Mr Guest, let me think for a moment of what I am going to do before it is too late.”
Guest waited, half supporting her, for she hung heavily upon his arm, but she did not speak.
“I will tell you,” he said gently; “you are going like some good angel to solace26 a man dying of misery27 and despair. I do not know the cause of all this, but I do know that Malcolm Stratton, who has always been as a brother to me, loves you with all his heart.”
“Yes—yes,” whispered Myra excitedly.
“And that some terrible event—some sudden blow, caused him to act as he did on his wedding morning. Myra Jerrold,” he continued solemnly, “knowing Malcolm as I do, I feel that he must have held back for your sake, taking all the burden of his shame upon him so that you should not suffer.”
“Yes,” she said in her low, excited whisper; “that is what I have been feeling all these weary, weary days. It is that thought which has sustained me, and made me ready to sacrifice so much—pride, position, the opinion of my friends—in coming here like this.”
“Your cousin is here,” said Guest quickly. “We shall not leave.”
“No, you will not leave me,” she said, holding his arm with both her hands.
“Now, be firm,” whispered Guest, “and think of why you have come.”
“To forgive him,” she said slowly.
“I believe there is nothing to forgive,” said Guest warmly. “No: you come as his good angel to ask him by his love for you to be open and frank, and tell you why he has acted thus. He will not speak to me, his oldest friend: he cannot refuse you. But mind,” he continued earnestly, “it must not be told you under the bond of secrecy28; he must tell you truly, and leave it to us afterward29 to decide what is best to be done.”
“Yes,” she said, speaking more firmly now, “I understand. I have come to help the man who was to have been my husband, in his sore time of trial. The feeling of shame, degradation30, and shrinking has passed away. Percy Guest, I am strong now, and I know. It is no shameless stooping on my part: I ought to have come to him before.”
“God bless you for that, Myra!” he whispered earnestly, and he bent31 down and kissed her hands. As he raised his head he found that Edie had crept forward, and was looking at him wildly from out of her little fur-edged hood32.
For the moment Guest thought nothing of all this, but at a sign from Myra drew open the outer door, and she stood in the dimly lit entry as if framed; she let her hood fall back, and gazed straight before her into the quaintly33 furnished room as if wondering that she did not at once see the object of her thoughts.
Then they saw her take a couple steps forward, and, as if from habit, thrust to the inner door, shutting in the scene beyond, and leaving Guest and Edie in the gloom of the landing.
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