Part 45 (2/2)
”I don't know yet,” answered Mary, ”whether I shall accept wages from Mrs. Redmain. Something might happen to make it impossible; or, if I had taken money, to make me regret it.”
”I like that! There you keep a hold on her!” said Mr. Redmain, in a confidential tone, while in his heart he was more puzzled than ever.
”There's no occasion, though, for all that,” he went on, ”to go without your money when you can have it and she be nothing the wiser.
There--take it. I will swear you any oath you like not to tell my stingy wife.”
”She is not stingy,” said Mary; ”and, if I don't take wages from her, I certainly shall not from any one else.--Besides,” she added, ”it would be dishonest.”
”Oh! that's the dodge!” said Mr. Redmain to himself; but aloud, ”Where would be the dishonesty, when the money is mine to do with as I please?”
”Where the dishonesty, sir!” exclaimed Mary, astounded. ”To take wages from you, and pretend to Mrs. Redmain I was going without!”
”Ha! ha! The first time, no doubt, you ever pretended anything!”
”It would be,” said Mary, ”so far as I can, at the moment, remember.”
”Go along,” cried Mr. Redmain, losing, or pretending to lose, patience with her; ”you are too unscrupulous a liar for me to deal with.”
Mary turned and left the room. As she went, his keen glance caught the expression of her countenance, and noted the indignant red that flushed her cheeks, and the lightning of wronged innocence in her eyes.
”I ought not to have said it,” he remarked to himself.
He did not for a moment fancy she had spoken the truth; but the look of her went to a deeper place in him than he knew even the existence of.
”Hey! stop,” he cried, as she was disappearing. ”Come back, will you?”
”I will find Mr. Mewks,” she answered, and went.
After this, Mary naturally dreaded conference with Mr. Redmain; and he, thinking she must have time to get over the offense he had given her, made for the present no fresh attempt to come, by her own aid, at a bird's-eye view of her character and scheme of life. His curiosity, however, being in no degree a.s.suaged concerning the odd human animal whose spoor he had for the moment failed to track, he meditated how best to renew the attempt in London. Not small, therefore, was his annoyance to find, a few days after his arrival, that she was no longer in the house. He questioned his wife as to the cause of her absence, and told her she was utterly heartless in refusing her leave to go and nurse her friend; whereupon Hesper, neither from desire to do right nor from regard to her husband's opinion, but because she either saw or fancied she saw that, now Mary did not dress her, she no longer caused the same sensation on entering a room, resolved to write to her--as if taking it for granted she had meant to return as soon as she was able.
And to p.r.i.c.k the sides of this intent came another spur, as will be seen from the letter she wrote:
”Dear Mary, can you tell me what is become of my large sapphire ring? I have never seen it since you brought my case up with you from Cornwall.
I have been looking for it all the morning, but in vain. You _must_ have it. I shall be lost without it, for you know it has not its equal for color and brilliance. I do not believe you intended for a moment to keep it, but only to punish me for thinking I could do without you. If so, you have your revenge, for I find I can not do without either of you--you or the ring--so you will not carry the joke further than I can bear. If you can not come at once, write and tell me it is safe, and I shall love you more than ever. I am dying to see you again. Yours faithfully, H. R.”
By this time, Letty was much better, and Tom no longer required such continuous attention; Mary, therefore, betook herself at once to Mr.
Redmain's. Hesper was out shopping, and Mary went to her own room to wait for her, where she was glad of the opportunity of getting at some of the things she had left behind her.
”While she was looking for what she wanted, Sepia entered, and was, or pretended to be, astonished to see her. In a strange, sarcastic tone:
”Ah, you there!” she said. ”I hope you will find it.”
”If you mean the ring, that is not likely, Miss Yolland,” Mary answered.
Sepia was silent a moment or two, then said:
”How is your cousin?”
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