"If you please, Mr. Stephen Morgan of Cloverlea called."
"Mr.---- who?" asked Mr. Nash. Mrs. Nash changed colour. The maid repeated the visitor's name. "She must mean Morgan the butler; what does he mean by coming here?"
"I--I can't think."
She was conscious of that sudden sickness which she had experienced once before; all at once the room seemed to be whirling round and round. The maid went on.
"He said he'd call again; he couldn't say quite when, but he'd certainly call again before you left Littlehampton."
"Like his impudence2! What on earth can the fellow mean? By the way, Louisa, have you seen a letter-case of mine lying about?"
"No, sir, that I haven't."
Mr. Nash went into the next room, hurriedly. So soon as he was through the door he saw the letter-case upon the mantelpiece, where Mr. Morgan had left it. The sight of it seemed to surprise him.
"Who put it there? I'll swear I didn't. Louisa, have you been in here since I went out?"
"No, sir; not once."
"Has Mrs. Lorrimer?"
"I don't think so, sir; she's been out; she only come in just before you did."
"Louisa, come here!" Louisa came. He spoke4 to her in lowered tones, as if he did not wish what he said to be heard in the next room, where his wife still was. "Who was in when Mr. Morgan came?"
"If you please, sir, I was; Mrs. Lorrimer, she was out."
"Where you in all the time that he was here?"
"No, sir; I had to go out and do some errands."
"And was he alone in the house while you were gone?"
"Yes, sir; he was outside the front door when I came back; it was then he gave me the message about his calling again."
So surprising a look came on Mr. Nash's face that the girl shrunk back, almost as if she had been afraid that he would strike her. He went back into the bedroom, shutting the door with a bang. He stood glaring about him, as if beside himself with rage. Then, with an effort, he steadied himself. Again he turned the letter-case inside out, going carefully through the papers it contained. Then he searched the room so methodically that even a pin could hardly have escaped his notice, moving every article it contained, his wife's trunks, his own boxes, even turning down the bedclothes and looking under the pillows, going down on his knees to peer under the bed. When all his hunting came to nothing he leaned his elbows on the mantelpiece and shut his eyes, as if suffering physical pain.
In the next room his wife was fighting a fight of her own. So soon as he left her she dropped on to a chair, as if her legs refused her support. A curious change had come over her face, and her lips were twitching5; she looked furtively6 about her, as if she was afraid of she knew not what. When she heard the bedroom door banged, and she knew that her husband had dismissed the maid, she called, "Louisa," softly; so softly that one wondered if she wished to be heard.
"Who--who did Mr. Morgan ask for?"
The question was put so softly that it was nearly whispered; the speaker's tongue and lips seemed parched8.
"Please, ma'am, he asked for you."
"For me? What--what did he say?"
"Please, ma'am, he said 'Is Mrs. Nash in?'"
"Mrs. Nash? You're sure he said Mrs. Nash?"
"Yes, ma'am, quite sure."
"And when you told him I wasn't in, did he ask for Mr. Nash?"
"No, ma'am; he said he'd wait."
"How--how long did he wait?"
"Maybe twenty minutes, maybe half-an-hour; please, ma'am, I couldn't say exactly."
"And did he seem angry?"
"No, ma'am; quite pleasant. He gave me a shilling as he was going."
"A shilling! Oh! Now tell me, exactly, what was the message he left."
"If you please, ma'am, he told me to tell you exactly what he said, so I took particular notice." She repeated word for word what Mr. Morgan had said; Mrs. Nash listening with singular intentness, as if her attention was fixed9 not so much on the actual words as on what was behind them. When the girl had finished she sat still, as if pondering. Louisa roused her. "If you please, ma'am, can I lay for supper?"
Mrs. Nash rose with a little jump.
"Supper! of course; how silly I am! I was quite forgetting about supper. Certainly, Louisa, you can lay for supper; I--I think I'm quite ready for it." When she went into the bedroom her husband was still standing10 with his elbows on the mantelpiece and his face to the wall. As she entered he looked round with a start; the pair stood looking at each other as if each was taken aback by something which was on the other's face. She spoke first, in a voice which seemed to tremble. "Herbert, what--what's the matter?"
"The matter?" He laughed, a forced laugh. "Nothing's the matter; why do you ask what's the matter?"
"You're--you're looking so strange."
"That's your imagination, my dear. What is the matter is that I've got a touch of headache--one of my mother's headaches; you remember what I've told you about the headaches she used to have. I fancy the sun was stronger than I thought."
"I didn't notice it; you said nothing about it."
"No; I didn't notice it at the time. I expect that what I want is my supper; it'll be better after I've had something to eat."
"Have you found your letter-case?"
"Oh yes, yes; I've found my letter-case; I must have dropped it out of my pocket as I was putting on my coat--very stupid of me; but I've found it all right. Anyhow there wasn't anything in it of very great consequence, so it wouldn't have mattered much if I hadn't."
It was a curious meal, that supper of theirs. It was as if ghosts sat with them at the table; phantoms11 of horror; one by his side, and one at hers, whose presence each hoped was hidden from the other. Conversation languished12, and they were in general so talkative; the efforts they made to disguise their incapacity for speech were pathetic. Their appetites were as poor as their talking powers, and that although each had professed13 to be ready to make an excellent meal. He ate little, and what he did eat was with an obvious effort; she ate still less, each mouthful seemed to choke her. When the make-believe repast was at an end Mr. Nash got up.
"I'm afraid my headache isn't much better; I think I'll go for a turn on the front; the night air may do it good."
She also rose.
"It won't take me a minute to put on my hat; I'll come with you."
He was not so pleased at her suggestion as he might have been.
"I think, if you don't mind, I'll go alone; I don't feel as if I were in a mood for company."
She seemed hurt.
"Oh, Herbert, don't leave me behind! I won't keep you waiting; I'll come without my hat."
But he still professed unwillingness14 for her society, speaking almost roughly.
"Don't I tell you I'd sooner go alone? Can't you take a hint?"
It was the first time he had spoken to her like that since they had been married, which was not so very long ago. Had he struck her he could not have hurt her more. When he had gone, without another word, or a kiss, or a sign of tenderness, she sat staring at the nearly untouched meal, and shivered, although the night was warm. What had happened to Herbert, to have produced such a change in his manner? Could Morgan have left a note for him, or a message for his own private ear; or dropped a hint; or communicated with him without her knowledge? As Louisa cleared away the supper things she cross-examined her. The girl told all that she had to tell again; Elaine could find nothing in her story which would account for the singularity of her husband's demeanour; but on one point she fastened, when the maid told her that she had left the visitor in the house alone.
With Mr. Morgan in sole possession of the premises15, Elaine saw instant possibilities. What might he not have been doing while Louisa was out? He might--he certainly might have intruded16 himself in her bedroom; if he had gone so far he might have gone much farther. At the thought of what he might have done she felt inclined to shake Louisa for giving him the chance of doing it; instead, however, of assaulting the maid she hurried off to learn, if she could, what he had done.
Apparently17 nothing. So far as she could perceive everything in the bedroom remained untouched, just as she had left it. She opened her trunk, and took out her dressing-case, to make sure; she kept her dressing-case in her locked trunk for greater security. Herbert laughed at her for her caution, but she did not mind; she knew its secret, he did not. After all it was perhaps as well he had left her behind; she never had a chance of peeping at her hidden hoard18 while he was there. Morgan had not touched that; that was safe enough. She examined it with feverish19 fingers, fearful every moment of her husband's return. The tale of the money was correct; nothing was missing there.
When she had done counting she hesitated, and thought, a big bundle of notes in her hand. She slipped some of them into the bosom20 of her dress--notes for a hundred pounds. Now that Morgan had thrust himself again upon the scene they might be wanted; anything might happen; she might not be able to get at her store at a moment's notice, with Herbert always hovering21 round. She was just as anxious to keep the secret of her hiding-place from her husband as from Morgan, or from any one.
She had not long returned the dressing-case to the trunk, and locked the trunk, and placed the notes representing a hundred pounds in a more convenient spot than her bodice, when her husband returned. As he came bustling22 into the bedroom she perceived at once that his mood had changed. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her, rather boisterously23; his breath told her he had been drinking.
"Hello, old girl! that headache's better; the stroll has done it good."
She wondered if it was the stroll or the refreshment24 he had taken; she had already discovered that stimulants25 made of him another man; even after one bottle of ale he was not the same man he had been before. Her cue was to ignore the part which alcohol might have played in affecting a cure.
"I am so glad you're better, dear; I know what it is to have a headache; I believe I've got one. Please mayn't I go out on to the common now?"
He laughed at her, lifting her off her feet.
"I'll carry you," he said.
And he did; out of the house, across the road, not putting her down till he had borne her on to the grass; then, running the risk of what eyes there might be about to see, she gave him a kiss to pay for porterage. Presently they were, outwardly, on proper honeymooning26 terms again, each making a gallant27, and not wholly unsuccessful, effort to shut out from actual vision the ghosts which kept step at their sides. When they had retired28 to rest Herbert Nash said to his wife--
"Do you know, I think I have had about enough of Littlehampton; what do you say?"
"I say what you say; only the question is, wherever shall we go to? and when?"
"There are heaps of places we can go to; and as for when, we can leave this to-morrow. I'll think it over."
He thought it over; all through the night he lay thinking, with wide-open eyes, and so did she. But they did not leave on the morrow, nor the next day. And on the morning of the third day there came a letter addressed to "Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Nash," which Mr. Nash, being first at the breakfast table, opened. It ran--
"Dear Friends,
"Mrs. Lorrimer's servant will have told you that I called to see you, and also that I propose to call again. Apart from the pleasure which I anticipate from meeting you once more, I have something of the utmost importance which I wish to say to both of you. As I believe you have no pressing engagements, I confidently hope that you will not leave Littlehampton till I have had an opportunity of saying it. I will let you have a wire, advising you of my coming, and shall be glad if you will leave word at the house where, at any moment, you are to be found, as I should not like to miss you a second time.
"Adding my congratulations to the numerous expressions of goodwill29 which, I do not doubt, you have already received on the auspicious30 occasion of your marriage, believe me to be,
"Yours most sincerely,
"Stephen Morgan."
Mr. Nash was reading this epistle a second time when his wife came in.
"What have you got there?" she asked.
He looked up with a frown, seeming to hesitate about what to say, then answered--
"It's from that fellow Morgan; the most insolent31, presumptuous32 scrawl33. What he's driving at I can't imagine; the fellow must be stark34, staring mad."
If Mr. Nash had been in an observant mood he might have noticed that the smile which had been on his wife's face gave way to quite a different expression, and that she shivered, as she always did do when Mr. Morgan's name was mentioned.
"What does he say? Let me look at his letter."
He was folding it up, as with the intention of consigning35 it to his pocket unseen by his wife; at her point-blank request he seemed to hesitate, then tossed it to her across the table.
"If you can explain what the fellow means by sending a letter like that I can't; it's beyond me altogether." As she read he commented. "Fancy calling us 'Dear friends.'"
"What an extraordinary thing for him to do."
"A butler!"
"It's quite inexplicable36."
"What on earth has he to say to us which is of the least importance?"
"That's it; what can he have?"
"He practically orders us not to leave the place till it pleases him to come."
"It does--it does amount to that, doesn't it?"
"Fancy his telling us to let them know in the house where, at any moment, we're to be found, as if the one thing to be considered was his sovereign pleasure!"
"That is really remarkable37."
"Remarkable! I should say so; remarkable is a mild way of putting it. I've half-a-mind to pack directly after breakfast and leave the place this morning; the idea of his attempting to dictate38 to us! As I say, the only explanation I can think of is that the fellow's stark, staring mad."
"That--that must be it."
Mr. Nash continued to comment on Mr. Morgan's insolent epistle while he trifled with his breakfast; but it was noticeable that he only trifled. If he had had an appetite it had vanished; it seemed as if the man's impertinence must have affected39 him more than he would have cared to own. It was the same with his wife, she had no appetite either. Indeed, when one came to think of it, neither of them had eaten much since they had first heard of Mr. Morgan's call. The fact had even been noticed by the landlady40.
"I can't think what's the matter with them all at once," she declared to her diminutive maid, Louisa. "They used to eat heartily41 enough; as you know, I remarked on it to you."
"Yes, Mrs. Lorrimer, that you did."
"But these last couple of days they've scarcely touched a thing. There's been nothing the matter with the food, and I'm sure there's been nothing the matter with the cooking; it must be them that's wrong."
When breakfast was finished--such a breakfast as it was; even the soles went out practically as they came in--Mrs. Nash went to put on her hat preparatory to going out with her husband on to the front, as she usually did on fine mornings; he with a newspaper, and she with a book. That morning the process was a lengthy42 one; she seemed preoccupied43, as if her mind was so full that there was no room in it for her hat. She moved restlessly about the room, as if her thoughts kept her in motion. All at once it seemed that she arrived at a sudden resolution.
"I know what I'll do; I'll get Herbert to go; we will go, before he comes; we'll go to-day. I'll talk to Herbert directly we get outside. I believe he wants to go as much as I do; though I--I don't know why. And this time we won't stay in England; we'll go abroad, as far away as ever we can; somewhere where that wretch44 can't get at us; and--and we'll leave no address behind."
While the lady so resolved the gentleman--unconscious of her resolution--waited for her on the doorstep. As he waited he saw, advancing towards the house on a bicycle, a telegraph boy. Some instinct induced him to leave that doorstep and move to meet him.
"Got a telegram for me--Nash?"
"Nash? Yes, sir." The boy jumped off; he produced the familiar yellow envelope. "Herbert Nash."
"That's for me; that's all right. Wait while I see if there's an answer." He tore the envelope open; this was the message it contained: "Coming by the train due 12.28. You had better meet me at the station alone.--STEPHEN MORGAN." "There is no answer," Mr. Nash informed the boy.
The boy got on his machine and rode away. Mr. Nash read that telegram again, then stuffed it into his jacket pocket, swearing beneath his breath. He looked quite ugly when he swore. He glanced at his watch, as if to make sure about the time, then returned to his place upon the doorstep. He said nothing about the telegram to his wife.
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