He had ample time for thought during that long journey westward4; time to contemplate5 his position in all its bearings, to wonder whether his wisdom might not, after all, be folly6, beside Madge’s clear-sighted sense of right.
‘She spoke7 the bitter truth,’ he thought. ‘Wealth and estate have not brought me happiness. They have gratified my self-esteem, satisfied my ambition, but they have not given me restful nights or peaceful dreams. Would it be better for me to please Madge, throw up the sponge, and go to the other end of the world, to begin life afresh, remote from all old associations, out of reach of the memory of the past?’
‘No!’ he told himself, after a pause. ‘There is no new life for me. I am too old for beginning again.’
He thought of his triumphs of last session, those bursts of fervid8 eloquence9 which had startled the House into the admission that a new orator10 had arisen, as when the younger Pitt first demonstrated to the doubtful senate that he was a worthy11 son of the great Commoner.
He was just at the beginning of a brilliant Parliamentary career, and with him ambition was an all-powerful passion. To let these things go, even for Madge’s sake, would be too great a sacrifice. And his boy, was he to bequeath nothing to that beloved son? Neither fortune nor name?
‘I could more easily surrender Penwyn than my chances of personal distinction,’ he said to himself.
It was nine o’clock in the evening when he arrived at Seacomb. He had telegraphed for his groom12 to meet him with the dog-cart; and, as the train steamed slowly into the station, he saw the lamps of that well-appointed vehicle shining across the low rail which divided the platform from the road. A dark night for a drive by that wild moorland way.
‘Shall I drive, sir?’ asked the groom.
‘No,’ Churchill answered shortly; and the next minute they were flying through the darkness. The light vehicle swayed from side to side on the stony13 road.
‘It would be a short cut out of all my difficulties if I were to come to grief somewhere between this and the Manor14 House,’ thought Churchill. ‘A sudden fall upon a heap of stones, a splintered skull15, an inquest, and all over. Poor Madge! It would be bad for her, but a relief perhaps—who can tell? She has owned that her life has been bitterness since that fatal day! Her very love for me is a kind of martyrdom. Poor Madge! If it was not a cowardly thing to give up all at the first alarm, I very believe I could bring myself to turn my back upon Penwyn Manor, take my wife and child out to Sydney, and try my luck as a barrister in a colonial court. For her sake—for her sake! Would not the humblest life be happiness with her?’
Things seemed to take a new shape to him during that swift homeward drive. He passed the shadowy plantations—the trees of his planting—bowled smoothly17 along the well-made road that crossed his own estate, and thought with a curious wonder, how little actual happiness his possessions had given him—how small a matter it would be, after all, to lose them.
The lighted windows of the north lodge19 shone out upon him as he mounted the crest20 of the last hill, and saw Manor House and gardens, pine groves21 and shrubberies, before him.
‘Rebecca is keeping later hours than usual, isn’t she?’ he asked.
‘She’s very ill, sir, at death’s door, they do say,’ answered the groom, ‘but that queer young granddaughter of hers has kept it dark, as long as she could, on account of the drink being at the bottom of it, begging your pardon sir.’
‘Do you mean that Rebecca drinks?’
‘Well, yes, sir, on the quiet; I believe she have always been inclined that way. Excuse me for mentioning it, sir, but you see a master is always the last to hear of these things.’
They were at the gates by this time. Elspeth came out of the lodge as they drove up.
‘Take the dog-cart round to the stables, Hunter,’ said Churchill, alighting. ‘I am going in to see Rebecca.’
‘Oh, sir, your dear lady is here—with grandmother,’ said Elspeth.
‘My wife?’
‘Yes, sir. She came down this afternoon, hearing grandmother was so bad. And Mrs. Penwyn wouldn’t have any one else to nurse her, though she’s been raving23 and going on awful.’
Churchill answered not a word, but snatched the candle from the girl’s hand, and went up the narrow staircase. A wild, hoarse24 scream told him where the sick woman was lying. He opened the door, and there, in a close room, whose fever-tainted atmosphere seemed stifling25 and poisonous after the fresh night air, he saw his wife kneeling by a narrow iron bedstead, holding the gipsy’s bony frame in her arms. He flung open the casement26 as wide as it would go. The cold night breeze rushed into the little room, almost extinguishing the candle.
‘Madge! are you mad? Do you know the danger of being in this fever-poisoned room?’
‘I know that there would have been danger for you had I not been here, Churchill,’ his wife answered gently. ‘I have been able to keep others out, which nothing less than my influence would have done. Half the gossips of Penwyn village would have been round this wretched creature’s bed but for me. And her ravings have been dreadful,’ with a shudder27.
‘What has she talked about?’
‘All that happened—at Eborsham—that night,’ answered Madge, in an awe-stricken whisper. ‘She has forgotten no detail. Again and again, again and again, she has repeated the same words. But Mr. Price says she cannot last many hours—life is ebbing28 fast.’
‘Did Price hear her raving?’
‘Not much. She was quieter while he was here, and I was trying to engage his attention, to prevent his taking much notice of her wild talk.’
‘Oh, Madge, Madge, what have you not borne for me! And now you expose yourself to the risk of typhoid fever for my sake.’
‘There is no risk of typhoid. This poor creature is dying of delirium29-tremens, Mr. Price assured me. She has lived on brandy for ever so long, and brain and body are alike exhausted30.’
A wild scream broke from Rebecca’s pale lips, and then, with an awful distinctness, Churchill heard her tell the story of his crime.
‘Drunk was I?’ cried the gipsy, with a wild laugh. ‘Not so drunk but I could see—not so drunk but I could hear. I heard him fire the shot. I saw him creep out from behind the hedge. I saw him wipe his blood-stained hands. I have the handkerchief still. It’s worth more to me than a love-token—it’s helped me to a comfortable home. Brandy—give me some brandy, my throat is like a lime-kiln!’
Madge took a glass of weak brandy and water from the table, and held it to the tremulous lips. The gipsy drank eagerly, but frowningly, and then struggled to free herself from Madge Penwyn’s embrace.
‘Let me get at the bottle,’ she gasped31. ‘I don’t want the cat-lap you give me!’
‘Let me hold her,’ said Churchill. ‘Go home, dearest, I will stop to the end.’
‘No, Churchill, you would be less patient than I. And if you nursed her it would set people talking, while it is only natural for me to be with her.’
Elspeth opened the door a little way and peeped in, asking if she could be useful.
‘No, Elspeth, there is nothing for you to do. I have done all Mr. Price directed. Go to bed, child, and sleep if you can. There is nothing more to be done.’
‘And she’ll die before the night is out, perhaps,’ said the girl, with a horror-stricken look at the emaciated33 figure on the bed. ‘Mr. Price told me there was no hope.’
‘You should not have let her drink so much, Elspeth,’ said Madge gently.
‘How could I help it? If I’d refused to fetch her the brandy she would have turned me out of doors, and I should have had to go on the tramp; and that would have been hard after I’d got used to sleeping in a house, and having my victuals34 regular. I daren’t refuse to do anything she asked me for fear of the strap35. She wouldn’t hesitate about laying in to me.’
‘Poor, unhappy child. There, go to your room and lie down. I will take care of you henceforward, Elspeth.’
The girl said not a word, but came gently in to the room, knelt down by Mrs. Penwyn, and took up the hem18 of her dress and kissed it, an almost Oriental expression of gratitude36 and submission37.
‘I’ve heard tell about angels, but I never believed in ’em till I came to know you,’ she said tearfully, and then left the room.
Rebecca had sunk back upon the pillow exhausted. Madge sat beside her, prepared for the next interval39 of delirium. Churchill stood by the window, looking out at the pine grove22, and the dark sea beyond.
And thus the night wore on, and at daybreak, just when the slate-coloured sea looked coldest, and the east wind blew sharp and chill, and the shrill40 cry of chanticleer rang loud from the distant farmyard, Rebecca Mason’s troubled spirit passed to the land of rest, and Churchill Penwyn knew that the one voice which could denounce him was silenced for ever.
Before breath had departed from that wasted frame the Squire41 had examined all boxes and drawers in the room—they were not many—lest any record of his secret should lurk42 among the gipsy’s few possessions. He had gone downstairs to the sitting-room43 for the same purpose, and had found nothing. Afterwards, when all was over, he found a little bundle rolled up in a tattered44 old bird’s-eye neckerchief under the dead woman’s pillow. It contained a few odd coins, and the handkerchief with which James Penwyn’s murderer had wiped his ensanguined hand. All Churchill’s influence had been too little to extort45 this hideous46 memento47 from the gipsy while life remained to her. Madge was kneeling by the open window, her face hidden, absorbed in silent prayer, when her husband discovered this hoarded48 treasure. He took it down to the room below, thrust it among the smouldering ashes of the wood fire, and watched it burn to a grey scrap49 of tinder which fluttered away from the hearth50.
A little after daybreak, Elspeth was up and dressed, and had sped off to the village in search of a friendly gossip, who was wont51 to perform the last offices for poor humanity. To this woman Madge resigned her charge.
‘Lord bless you, ma’am!’ cried the village dame52, lost in admiration53. ‘To think that a sweet young creature like you should leave your beautiful home to nurse a poor old woman!’
Madge and her husband went home in the cold autumn dawn—grave and silent both—with faces that looked wan32 and worn in the clear grey light. Some of the household had sat up all night. Churchill’s body servant, Mrs. Penwyn’s maid, and an underling to wait upon those important personages.
‘There is a fire in your dressing-room, ma’am,’ said Mills, the maid. ‘Shall I get you tea or coffee?’
‘You can bring me some tea presently.’ And to the dressing-room Mr. and Mrs. Penwyn went.
‘Madge,’ said Churchill, when Mills had brought the tea-tray, and been told she would be rung for when her services were required, and husband and wife were alone together,—‘if I had needed to be assured of your devotion, to-night would have proved it to me. But I had no need of such assurance, and to-night is but one more act of self-sacrificing love—one more bond between us. It shall be as you wish, dearest. I will resign fortune and status, and lead the life you bid me lead. If I sinned for your sake—and I at least believed that I so sinned,—I will repent54 for your sake, and whatever atonement there may be in the sacrifice of this estate, it shall be made.’
‘Churchill, my own true husband.’
She was on her knees by his side, her head lying against his breast, her eyes looking up at him with love unspeakable.
‘Will this sacrifice set your heart at rest, Madge?’
‘It will, dear love, for I believe that Heaven will accept your atonement.’
‘Remember, it is in my option, however strong these people’s case may be, to compromise matters, to retain the estate, and only surrender half the income—to hold my place in the county—to be to all effects and purposes Squire of Penwyn, to have the estate and something over three thousand a year to live upon. That course is open to us. These people will take half our fortune and be content. If I surrender what they are willing to leave me it is tantamount to throwing three thousand a year into the gutter55. Shall I do that, Madge?’
‘If you wish me to know rest or peace, love. I can know neither while we retain one sixpence of James Penwyn’s money.’
‘It shall be done then, my dearest. But remember that in making this sacrifice you perhaps doom56 your son to a life of poverty. And poverty is bitter, Madge. We have both felt its sting.’
‘Providence will take care of my son.’
‘So be it, Madge. You have chosen.’
She put her arms round his neck and kissed him.
‘My dearest, now I am sure that you love me,’ she said, gently.
‘Madge, you are shivering. The morning air has chilled you,’ exclaimed her husband, anxiously. And then turning her face towards him, he looked at her long and earnestly.
The vivid morning light, clear and cold, showed him every line in that expressive57 face. He scrutinized58 it with sharpest pain. Never till this moment had he been fully38 aware of the change which secret anguish59 had wrought60 in his wife’s beauty, the gradual decay which had been going on before his eyes, unobserved in the pre-occupation of his mind.
‘My love, how ill you are looking!’ he said, anxiously.
‘I am not ill, Churchill. I have been unhappy, but that is all past now. That woman’s presence at our gates was a perpetual horror to me. She is gone, and I seem to breathe more freely. This sacrifice of yours will bring peace to us both. I feel assured of that. In a new world, among new faces, we shall forget, and God will be good to us. He will forgive——’ A burst of hysterical61 sobs62 interrupted her words, and for once in her life Madge Penwyn lost all power of self-control. Her weakness did not last long. Before Churchill could summon Mills his wife had recovered herself, and smiled at him, even with a pale wan smile.
‘I am a little tired, dear, that is all. I will go to bed for an hour or two.’
‘Rest as long as you can, dear. I will write to Pergament while you are sleeping, and ask him to make immediate63 arrangements for our voyage to Sydney. That Mills seems a faithful girl,’ speaking of his wife’s maid, ‘she might go with us, as Nugent’s nurse.’
‘No, dear. I shall take no nurse. I am quite able to wait upon my pet. We must begin life in a very humble16 way, and I am not going to burden you with a servant.’
‘It shall be as you please, dear. Perhaps, after all, I may not do so badly in the new country. I shall take my parliamentary reputation as a recommendation.’
Madge left him. She looked white and weak as some pale flower that had been beaten down by wind and rain. Churchill went to his dressing-room, refreshed his energies with a shower bath, dressed in his usual careful style, and went down to the dining-room at the sound of the breakfast-bell. Viola was there when he entered, playing with Nugent, which small personage was the unfailing resource of the ladies of the household in all intervals64 of ennui65.
The little fellow screamed with delight at sight of his father. Churchill took him in his arms, and kissed him fondly, while Viola rang for the nurse.
‘Good morning, Churchill. I did not know you had come back. What a rapid piece of business your London expedition must have been!’
‘Yes, I did not care about wasting much time. What were you doing yesterday, Viola?’
‘I spent the day with the Vyvyans, at the Hall. They had a wind-up croquet match. It was great fun.’
‘And you were not home till late, I suppose?’
‘Not so very late. It was only half-past nine o’clock, but Madge had retired66. What makes her so late this morning?’
Viola evidently knew nothing of her sister’s visit to the lodge.
‘She was engaged in a work of charity last night, and is worn out with fatigue67.’
He told Viola how Madge had nursed the dying woman.
‘That woman she disliked so much! Was there ever such a noble heart as my sister’s?’ cried Viola.
The form of breakfast gone through, and appearances thus maintained, Churchill went up to his dressing-room, where he had a neat, business-like oak Davenport, and a small iron safe let into the wall, in which he kept his bankers’ book and all important papers.
He had been spending very nearly up to his income during his reign68 at Penwyn. His improvements had absorbed a good deal of money, and he had spared nothing that would embellish69 or substantially improve the estate. The half-year’s rents had not long been got in, however, and he had a balance of over two thousand pounds at his bankers. This, which he could draw out at once, would make a decent beginning for his new life. His wife’s jewels were worth at least two thousand more, exclusive of those gems70 which he had inherited under the old Squire’s will, and which would naturally be transferred with the estate. It was a hard thing for Churchill to write to Mr. Pergament, formally surrendering the estate, and leaving it to the lawyer to investigate the claim of Justina Penwyn, alias71 Elgood, and—if that claim were a just one—to effect the transfer of the property to that lady, without any litigation whatsoever72.
‘Pergament will think me mad,’ he said to himself, as he signed this letter. ‘However, I have kept my promise to Madge. My poor girl! I did not know till I looked in her face this morning what hard lines care had written there.’
He wrote a second letter to his bankers, directing them to invest sixteen hundred in Grand Trunk of Canada First Preference Bonds, a security of which the interest was not always immediately to be relied upon, but which could be realized without trouble at any moment. He told them also to send him four hundred pounds in notes—tens, twenties, fifties.
His third letter was to the agents of a famous Australian line, telling them to reserve a state cabin for himself and wife, in the Merlin, which was to sail in a week, and enclosing a cheque for fifty pounds on account of the passage money.
‘I have left no time for repentance73, or change of plans,’ he said to himself.
His letters despatched by the messenger who was wont to carry the postbag to Penwyn village, Churchill went to his wife’s room. The blinds were closely drawn74, shutting out the sunlight. Madge was sleeping soundly, but heavily—and the anxious husband fancied that her breathing was more laboured than usual. Her cheek, so pale when he had seen her last, was now flushed to a vivid crimson75, and the hand he gently touched as he bent76 over her was dry and burning.
He went downstairs and out to the stables, where he told Hunter, the groom, to put Wallace in the dog-cart and drive over to Seacomb to fetch Dr. Hillyard, the most important medical man in that quiet little town.
‘Wallace is not so fresh as he might be, sir; you drove him rather fast last night.’
‘Take Tarpan, then.’
This was a wonderful concession77 on the Squire’s part. But Tarpan was the fastest horse in the stable, and Churchill was nervously78 anxious for the coming of the doctor. That heavy breathing might mean nothing—or it might——! He dared not think of coming ill—now—when he had built his life on new lines,—content to accept a future shorn of all that glorifies79 life, in the minds of worldings, so that he kept Madge, and Madge’s fond and faithful heart.
Tarpan was brought out, a fine upstanding horse, as Hunter called him, head and neck full of power, eye a trifle more fiery80 than a timid horseman might have cared to see it.
‘He’s likely to go rather wild in harness, isn’t he, sir?’ asked Hunter, contemplating81 the bay dubiously82.
‘Not if you know how to drive,’ answered the Squire. ‘The man I bought him from used to drive him tandem83. Ask Dr. Hillyard to come back with you at once. You can say that I am anxious about Mrs. Penwyn.’
‘Yes, sir. Very sorry to hear your lady is not well, sir. Nothing serious, I hope?’
‘I hope not, but you can tell Dr. Hillyard I am anxious.’
‘Yes, sir.’
Churchill saw the man drive away—the bright harness and Tarpan’s shining coat glancing gaily84 between the pine trees as the dog-cart spun85 along the avenue—and then went back to his wife’s room and sat by the bedside, and never left his post till Dr. Hillyard arrived, three hours later. Madge had slept all the time, but still with that heavy laboured breathing which had alarmed her husband.
Dr. Hillyard came quietly into the room, a small, grey-headed old man, whose opinion had weight in Seacomb and for miles round. He sat by the bed, felt the patient’s wrist, lifted the heavy eyelids86, prolonged his examination, with a serious aspect.
‘There has been mental disturbance87, has there not?’ he asked.
‘My wife has been anxious, and over-fatigued, I fear, attending a dying servant.’
‘There is a good deal of fever. I fear the attack may be somewhat serious. You must get an experienced nurse without delay. It will be a case for good nursing. I don’t want to alarm you needlessly,’ added the doctor, seeing Churchill’s terror. ‘Mrs. Penwyn’s youth and fine constitution are strong points in our favour; but, from indications I perceive, I imagine that her health must have been impaired88 for some time past. There has been a gradual decay. An attack so sudden as this of to-day would not account for the care worn look of the countenance89, or for this attenuation,’ gently raising the sleeper’s arm, from which the cambric sleeve had fallen back, the wasted wrist which Churchill remembered so round and plump.
‘Tell me the truth,’ said Churchill, in accents strangely unlike his customary clear and measured tones. ‘You think there is danger?’
‘Oh dear no, my dear sir, there is no immediate danger. With watchfulness90 and care we shall defeat that tendency towards death which has been described as symptomatic of all fever cases. I only regret that Mrs. Penwyn should have allowed her physical strength to sink to so low a point without taking remedial measures. That makes the fight harder in a sudden derangement91 of this kind.’
‘Do you imagine that it is a case of contagious92 fever—that my wife has taken the poison from the woman she nursed last night?’
‘Was Mrs. Penwyn with the woman before last night—some days ago, for instance?’
‘No; only last night.’
‘Then there can be no question of contagion93. The fever would not declare itself so quickly. This feverish94 condition, in which I find your dear lady to-day, must have been creeping upon her for a week or ten days. The system has been out of order for a long time, I imagine, and some sudden chill may have developed the symptoms we have to regret to-day.’
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