Jean felt the futility1 of the question even while she asked it. The answer was so inevitable2.
“Yes”—briefly. “I knew that Judy meant staying the night with her friends before she went away. She sent the wire—because I asked her to.”
“Judy did that?”
There was such an immeasurable anguish3 of reproach in the low, quick-spoken whisper that Burke felt glad Judith was not there to hear it. Had it been otherwise, she might have regretted the share she had taken in the proceedings5, small as it had been. She was not a man, half-crazed by love, in whose passion-blurred vision nothing counted save the winning of the one woman, nor had she known Burke’s plan in its entirety.
“Yes, Judy sent the wire,” he said.. “But give her so much credit, she didn’t know that I intended—this. She only knew that I wanted another chance of seeing you alone—of asking you to be my wife, and I told her that you wouldn’t come up to the bungalow6 unless you believed that she would be there too. I didn’t think you’d trust yourself alone with me again—after that afternoon at the inn”—with blunt candour.
“No. I shouldn’t have done.”
“So you see I had to think of something—some way. And it was you yourself who suggested this method.”
“I?”—incredulously.
“Yes. Don’t you remember what you told me that day I drove you hack7 from Dartmoor ‘A woman’s happiness depends upon her reputation.’”
She looked at him quickly, recalling the scattered9 details of that afternoon—Burke’s gibes10 at what he believed to be her fear of gossiping tongues and her own answer to his taunts11: “No woman can afford to ignore scandal.” And then, following upon that, his sudden, curious absorption in his own thoughts.
The remembrance of it all was like a torchlight flashed into a dark place, illuminating12 what had been hidden and inscrutable. She spoke4 swiftly.
“And it was then—that afternoon—you thought of this?”
He bent13 his head.
“Yes,” he acknowledged.
Jean was silent. It was all clear now—penetratingly so.
“And the Holfords? Are there any such people?” she asked drearily14.
She scarcely knew what prompted her to put so purposeless and unimportant a question. Actually, she felt no interest at all in the answer. It could not make the least difference to her present circumstances.
Perhaps it was a little the feeling that this trumpery15 process of question and answer served to postpone16 the inevitable moment when she must face the situation in which she found herself—face it in its simple crudeness, denuded17 of unessential whys and wherefores.
“Oh, yes, the Holfords are quite real,” answered Burke. “And so is the plan for an expedition to one of the tors by moonlight. Only it will be carried out to-morrow night instead of to-night. To-night is for the settlement between you and me.”
The strained expression of utter, shocked incredulity was gradually leaving Jean’s face. The unreal was becoming real, and she knew now what she was up against; the hard, reckless quality of Burke’s voice left her no illusions.
“Geoffrey,” she said quietly, “you won’t really do this thing?”
If she had hoped to move him by a simple, straightforward18 appeal to the best that might be in him, she failed completely. For the moment, all that was good in him, anything chivalrous19 which the helplessness of her womanhood might have invoked20, was in abeyance21. He was mere22 primitive23 man, who had succeeded in carrying off the woman he meant to mate and was prepared to hold her at all costs.
“I told you I would compel you,” he said doggedly24. “That I would let nothing in the world stand between you and me. And I meant every word I said. You’ve no way out now—except marriage with me.”
The imperious decision of his tone roused her fighting spirit.
“Do you imagine,” she broke out scornfully, “that—after this—I would ever marry you?... I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth! I’d die sooner!”
“I daresay you would,” he returned composedly. “You’ve too much grit25 to be afraid of death. Only, you see, that doesn’t happen to be the alternative. The alternative is a smirched reputation. Tarnished26 a little—after to-night—even if you marry me; dragged utterly27 in the mire28 if you refuse. I’m putting it before you with brutal29 frankness, I know. But I want you to realise just what it means and to promise that you’ll be my wife before it’s too late—while I can still get you back to Staple30 during the hours of propriety”—smiling grimly.
She looked at him with a slow, measured glance of bitter contempt.
“Even a tarnished reputation might be preferable to marriage with you—more endurable,” she added, with the sudden tormented31 impulse of a trapped thing to hurt back.
“You don’t really believe that”—impetuously—“I know I know I could make you happy! You’d be the one woman in the world to me. And I don’t think”—more quietly—“that you could endure a slurred32 name, Jean.”
She made no answer. Every word he spoke only made it more saliently clear to her that she was caught—bound hand and foot in a web from which there was no escape. Yet, little as Burke guessed it, the actual question of “what people might say” did not trouble her to any great extent. She was too much her father’s own daughter to permit a mere matter of reputation to force her into a distasteful marriage.
Not that she minimised the value of good repute. She was perfectly33 aware that if she refused to marry Burke, and he carried out his threat of detaining her at the bungalow until the following morning, she would have a heavy penalty to pay—the utmost penalty which a suspicious world exacts from a woman, even though she may be essentially34 innocent, in whose past there lurks35 a questionable36 episode.
But she had courage enough to face the consequences of that refusal, to stand up to the clatter37 of poisonous tongues that must ensue; and trust enough to bank on the loyalty38 of her real friends, knowing it would be the same splendid loyalty that she herself would have given to any one of them in like circumstances. For Jean was a woman who won more than mere lip-service from those who called themselves her friends.
Burke had never been more mistaken in his calculations than when he counted upon forcing her hand by the mere fear of scandal. But none the less he held her—and held her in the meshes39 of a far stronger and more binding40 net, had he but realised it.
Looking back upon the episode from which her present predicament had actually sprung, Jean could almost have found it in her heart to smile at the relative importance which, at the time, that same incident had assumed in her eyes.
It had seemed to her, then, that for Blaise ever to hear that she had been locked in a room with Burke, had spent an uncounted, hour or so with him at the “honeymooners’ inn” would be the uttermost calamity41 that could befall her.
He would never believe that it had been by no will of hers—so she had thought at the time—and that fierce lover’s jealousy42 which had been the origin of their quarrel, and of all the subsequent mutual43 misunderstandings and aloofness44, would be roused to fresh life, and his distrust of her become something infinitely45 more difficult to combat.
But compared with the present situation which confronted her, the happenings of that past day faded into insignificance46. She stood, now, face to face with a choice such as surely few women had been forced to make.
Whichever way she decided47, whichever of the two alternatives she accepted, her happiness must pay the price. Nothing she could ever say or do, afterwards, would set her right in the eyes of the man whose belief in her meant everything. Whether she agreed to marry Burke, returning home in the odour of sanctity within the next hour or two, or whether she refused and returned the next morning—free, but with the incontrovertible fact of a night spent at Burke’s bungalow, alone with him, behind her, Blaise would never trust or believe in her love for him again.
And if she promised to marry Burke and so save her reputation, it must automatically mean the end of everything between herself and the man she loved—the dropping of an iron curtain compared with which the wall built up out of their frequent misunderstandings in the past seemed something as trifling48 and as easily demolished49 as a card house.
On the other hand, if she risked her good name and kept her freedom, she would be equally as cut off from him. Not that she feared Blaise would take the blackest view of the affair—she was sure that he believed in her enough not to misjudge her as the world might do—but he would inevitably50 think that she had deliberately51 chosen to spend an afternoon on the Moor8 alone with Burke—“playing with fire” exactly as he had warned her not to, and getting her fingers burnt in consequence—and he would accept it as a sheer denial of the silent pledge of love understood which bound them together.
He would never trust her again—nor forgive her. No man could. Love’s loyalty, rocked by the swift currents of jealousy and passion, is not of the same quality as the steady loyalty of friendship—that calm, unshakable confidence which may exist between man and man or woman and woman.
Moreover—and here alone was where the fear of gossip troubled her—even if the inconceivable happened and Blaise forgave and trusted her again, she could not go to him with a slurred name, give him herself—when the gift was outwardly tarnished. The Tormarin pride was unyielding as a rock—and Tormarin women had always been above suspicion. She could not break the tradition of an old name—do that disservice to the man she loved! No, if she could find no way out of the web in which she had been caught she was set as far apart from Blaise as though they had never met. Only the agony of meeting and remembrance would be with her for the rest of life!
Jean envisaged52 very clearly the possibilities that lay ahead—envisaged them with a breathless, torturing perception of their imminence53. It was to be a fight—here and now—for the whole happiness that life might hold.
She turned to Burke, breaking at last the long silence which had descended54 between them.
“And what do you suppose I feel towards you, Geoffrey? Will you be content to have your wife think of you—as I must think?”
A faint shadow flitted across his face. The quiet scorn of her words—their underlying55 significance—flicked him on the raw.
“I’ll be content to have you as my wife—at any price,” he said stubbornly. “Jean”—a sudden urgency in his tones—“try to believe I hate all this as much as you do. When you’re my wife, I’ll spend my life in teaching you to forget it—in—wiping the very memory of to-day out of your mind.”
“I shall never forgot it,” she said slowly. Then, bitterly: “I wonder why you even offer me a choice—when you know; that it is really no choice.”
“Why? Because I swore to you that you should give me what I want—that I wouldn’t take even a kiss from you again by force. But”—unevenly—“I didn’t know what it meant—the waiting!”
Outside, the mist had thickened into fog, curtaining the windows. The light had dimmed to a queer, glimmering56 dusk, changing the values of things, and out of the shifting shadows her white face, with its scarlet57 line of scornful mouth, gleamed at him—elusive, tantalising as a flower that sways out of reach. In the uncertain half-light which struggled in through the dulled window-panes there was something provocative58, maddening—a kind of etherealised lure59 of the senses in the wavering, shadowed loveliness of her. The man’s pulses leaped; something within him slipped its leash60.
“Kiss me!” he demanded hoarsely61. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer. Give me your lips... now... now...”
She sprang aside from him, warding62 him off. Her eyes stormed at him out of her white face.
“You promised!” she cried, her voice sharp with fear. “You promised!”
The tension of the next moment strained her nerves to breaking-point.
Then he fell back. Slowly his arms dropped to his sides without touching63 her, his hands clenching64 with the effort that it cost him.
“You’re right,” he said, breathing quickly. “I promised. I’ll keep my promise.” Then, vehemently66: “Jean, why won’t you let me take you home? I could put the car right in ten minutes. Come home!”
There was unmistakable appeal in his tones. It was obvious he hated the task to which he had set himself, although he had no intention of yielding.
She stared at him doubtfully.
“Will you? Will you take me home, Geoffrey?... Or”—bitterly—“is this only another trap?”
“I’ll take you home—at once, now—if you’ll promise to be my wife. Jean, it’s better than waiting till to-morrow—till circumstances force you into it!” he urged.
She was silent, thinking rapidly. That sudden break in Burke’s control, when for a moment she had feared his promise would not hold him, had warned her to put an end to the scene—if only temporarily—as quickly as possible.
“You are very trusting,” she said, forcing herself to speak lightly. “How do you know that I shall not give you the pledge you ask merely in order to get home—and then decline to keep it? I think”—reflectively—“I should be quite justified67 in the circumstances.”
He smiled a little and shook his head.
“No,” he said quietly. “I’m not afraid of that. If you give me your word, I know you’ll keep it. You wouldn’t be—you—if you could do otherwise.”
For a moment, Jean was tempted68, fiercely tempted to take his blind belief in her and use it to extricate69 herself from the position into which he had thrust her. As she herself had said, the circumstances were such as almost to justify70 her. Yet something within her, something that was an integral part of her whole nature, rebelled against the idea of giving a promise which, from the moment that she made it, she would have no smallest intention of keeping. It would be like the breaking of a prisoner’s given parole—equally mean and dishonourable.
With a little mental shrug71 she dismissed the idea and the brief temptation. She must find some other way, some other road to safety. If only he would leave her alone, leave her just long enough for her to make a rush for it—out of the house into that wide wilderness72 of mist-wrapped moor!
It would be a virtually hopeless task to find her way to any village or to the farmstead, three miles away, of which Burke had spoken. She knew that. Even moorwise folk not infrequently entirely73 lost their bearings in a Dartmoor mist, and, as far as she herself was concerned, she had not the remotest idea in which direction the nearest habitation lay. It would be a hazardous74 experiment—fraught with danger. But danger was preferable to the dreadful safety of the bungalow.
In a brief space, stung to swift decision by that tense moment when Burke’s self-mastery had given way, she had made up her mind to risk the open moor. But, for that she must somehow contrive75 to be left alone. She must gain time—time to allay76 Burke’s suspicions by pretending to make the best of the matter, and then, on some pretext77 or other, get him out of the room. It was the sole way of escape she could devise.
“Well, which is it to be?” Burke’s voice broke in harshly upon the wild turmoil78 of her thoughts. “Your promise—and Staple within an hour and a half? Or—the other alternative?”
“I don’t think it can be either—yet,” she said quietly. “What you’re asking—it’s too big a question for a woman to decide all in a minute. Don’t you see”—with a rather shaky little laugh—“it means my whole life? I—I must have time, Geoffrey. I can’t decide now. What time is it?”
He struck a match, holding the flame close to the dial of his watch.
“Seven o’clock.”
“Only that?” The words escaped her involuntarily. It seemed hours, an eternity79, since she had read those few brief words contained in Judith’s telegram. And it was barely an hour ago!
“Then—then I can have a little time to think it over,” she said after a moment. “We could get back to Staple by ten if we left here at eight-thirty?”
“There or thereabouts. We should have to go slow through this infernal mist Jean”—his voice took on a note of passionate80 entreaty—“sweetest, won’t you give me your promise and let me take you home? You shall never regret it. I——”
“Oh, hush81!” she checked him quickly. “I can’t answer you now, Geoffrey. I must have time—time. Don’t press me now.”
“Very well.” There was an unaccustomed gentleness in his manner. Perhaps something in the intense weariness of her tones appealed to him. “Are you very tired, Jean?”
“Do you know”—she spoke with some surprise, as though the idea had only just presented itself to her—“do you know, I believe I’m rather hungry! It sounds very material of me”—laughing a little. “A woman in my predicament ought to be quite above—or beyond—mere pangs82 of hunger.”
“Hungry! By Jove, and well you might be by this hour of the day!” he exclaimed remorsefully83. “Look here, we’ll have supper. There are some chops in the larder84. We’ll cook them together—and then you’ll see what a really domesticated85 husband I shall make.”
He spoke with a new gaiety, as though he felt very sure of her ultimate decision and glad that the strain of the struggle of opposing wills was past.
“Chops! How heavenly! I’m afraid”—apologetically—“it’s very unromantic of me, Geoffrey!”
He laughed and, striking a match, lit the lamp. “Disgustingly so! But there are moments for romance and moments for chops. And this is distinctly the moment for chops. Come along and help me cook ’em.”
He flashed a keen glance at her face as the sudden lamplight dispelled86 the shadows of the room. But there was nothing in it to contradict the insouciance87 of her speech. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her eyes very bright, but her smile was quite natural and unforced. Burke reflected that women were queer, unfathomable creatures. They would fight you to the last ditch—and then suddenly surrender, probably liking88 you in secret all the better for having mastered them.
He had forgotten that he was dealing89 with a daughter of Jacqueline Mavory. All the actress that was Jean’s mother came out in her now, called up from some hidden fount of inherited knowledge to meet the imperative90 need of the moment.
No one, watching Jean as she accompanied Burke to the kitchen premises91 and assisted him in the preparation of their supper, would have imagined that she was acting92 her part in any other capacity than that of willing playmate. She was wise enough not to exhibit any desire to leave him alone during the process of carrying the requisites93 for the meal from the kitchen into the living-room. She had noticed the sudden mistrust in his watchful94 eyes and the way in which he had instantly followed her when, at the commencement of the proceedings, she had unthinkingly started off down the passage from the kitchen, carrying a small tray of table silver in her hand, and thereafter she refrained from giving him the slightest ground for suspicion. Together they cooked the chops, together laid the table, and finally sat down to share the appetising results of their united efforts.
Throughout the little meal Jean preserved an attitude of detached friendliness95, laughing at any small joke that cropped up in the course of conversation and responding gaily96 enough to Burke’s efforts to entertain her. Now and again, as though unconsciously, she would fall into a brief reverie, apparently97 preoccupied98 with the choice that lay before her, and at these moments Burke would refrain from distracting her attention, but would watch intently, with those burning eyes of his, the charming face and sensitive mouth touched to a sudden new seriousness that appealed.
By the time the meal had drawn99 to an end, his earlier suspicions had been lulled100 into tranquillity101, and over the making of the coffee he became once more the big, overgrown schoolboy and jolly comrade of his less tempestuous102 moments. It almost seemed as though, to please her, to atone103 in a measure for the mental suffering he had thrust on her, he was endeavouring to keep the vehement65 lover in the background and show her only that side of himself which would serve to reassure104 her.
“I rather fancy myself at coffee-making,” he told her, as he dexterously105 manipulated the little coffee machine. “There!”—pouring out two brimming cups—“taste that, and then tell me if it isn’t the best cup of coffee you ever met.”
Jean sipped106 it obediently, then made a wry107 face.
“Ough!” she ejaculated in disgust. “You’ve forgotten the sugar!”
As she had herself slipped the sugar basin out of sight when he was collecting the necessary coffee paraphernalia108 on to a tray, the oversight109 was not surprising.
It was a simple little ruse110, its very simplicity111 it’s passport to success. The naturalness of it—Jean’s small, screwed-up face of disgust and the hasty way in which she set her cup down after tasting its contents—might have thrown the most suspicious of mortals momentarily off his guard.
“By Jove, so I have!” Instinctively112 Burke sprang up to rectify113 the omission114. “I never take it myself, so I forgot all about it. I’ll get you some in a second.”
He was gone, and before he was half-way down the passage leading to the kitchen, Jean, moving silently and swiftly as a shadow, was at the doors of the long French window, her fingers fumbling115 for the catch.
A draught116 of cold, mist-laden air rushed into the room, while a slender form stood poised117 for a brief instant on the threshold, silhouetted118 against the white curtain of the fog. Then followed a hurried rush of flying footsteps, a flitting shadow cleaving119 the thick pall120 of vapour, and a moment later the wreaths of pearly mist came filtering unhindered, into an empty room.
Blindly Jean plunged121 through the dense122 mist that hung outside, her feet sinking into the sodden123 earth as she fled across the wet grass. She had no idea where the gate might be, but sped desperately124 onwards till she rushed full tilt125 into the bank of mud and stones which fenced the bungalow against the moor. The sudden impact nearly knocked all the breath out of her body, but she dared not pause. She trusted that his search for the hidden sugar basin might delay Burke long enough to give her a few minutes’ start, but she knew very well that he might chance upon it at any moment, and then, discovering her flight, come in pursuit.
Clawing wildly at the bank with hands and feet, slipping, sliding, bruised126 by sharp-angled stones and pricked127 by some unseen bushy growth of gorse, she scrambled128 over the bank and came sliding down upon her hands and knees into the hedge-trough dug upon its further side. And even as she picked herself up, shaken and gasping129 for breath, she heard a cry from the bungalow, and then the sound of running steps and Burke’s voice calling her by name.
“Jean! Jean! You little fool!... Come back! Come back!” She heard him pause to listen for her whereabouts. Then he shouted again. “Come back! You’ll kill yourself! Jean! Jean!....”
But she made no answer. Distraught by fear lest he should overtake her, she raced recklessly ahead into the fog, heedless of the fact that she could not see a yard in front of her—even glad of it, knowing that the mist hung like a shielding curtain betwixt her and her pursuer.
The strange silence of the mist-laden atmosphere hemmed130 her round like the silence of a tomb, broken only by the sucking sound of the oozy131 turf as it pulled at her feet, clogging132 her steps. Lance-sharp spikes133 of gorse stabbed at her ankles as she trod it underfoot, and the permeating134 moisture in the air soaked swiftly through her thin summer frock till it clung about her like a winding-sheet.
Her breath was coming in sobbing135 gasps136 of stress and terror; her heart pounded in her breast; her limbs, impeded137 by her clinging skirts, felt as though they were weighted down with lead.
Then, all at once, seeming close at hand in the misleading fog which plays odd tricks with sound as well as sight, she heard Burke’s voice, cursing as he ran.
With the instinct of a hunted thing she swerved138 sharply, stumbled, and lurched forward in a vain effort to regain139 her balance. Then it seemed as though the ground wore suddenly cut from under her feet, and she fell... down, down through the mist, with a scattering140 of crumbling141 earth and rubble142, and lay, at last, a crumpled143, unconscious heap in the deep-cut track that linked the moor road to the bungalow.
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