Part 60 (2/2)

Come down now, for I must question my agents while they are yet at supper; then I must go out, and I'll leave them for your protection till I return.”

He put his arm about her, and led her to the stairway, meanwhile thinking, ”A spell is working now which she soon will have to recognize.”

By the time his agents had finished their meal, Mr. Vosburgh had completed his examination of them and made his notes. He then placed a box of cigars on the table, instructed them about admitting Merwyn should he come, and with his daughter went up to the library, where he wrote another long despatch.

”After sending this,” he said, ”and getting the woman I spoke of, I will not leave you again to-night, unless there should be very urgent necessity. You can sit in the darkened front room, and watch till either I or Merwyn returns.”

This she did and listened breathlessly.

The rain continued to pour in torrents, and the lightning was still so vivid as to blind her eyes at times, while the crashes of thunder often drowned the roar of the unquiet city; but undaunted, tearless, motionless, she watched the deserted street and listened for the footfall of one whom she had long despised, as she had a.s.sured herself.

An hour pa.s.sed. The storm was dying away, and still he did not come. ”Alas!” she sighed, ”he is wounded; if not by the rabble, certainly by me. I know now what it has cost him to be thought a coward for months, and must admit that I don't understand him at all. How vividly come back the words he spoke last December, 'What is the storm, and what the danger, to that which I am facing?'

What was he facing? What secret and terrible burden has he carried patiently through all my coldness and scorn? Oh, why was I such an idiot as to offend him mortally just as he was about to retrieve himself and render papa valuable a.s.sistance,--worse still, when he came to my protection!”

The gloomy musings were interrupted by the sound of a carriage driven rapidly up town in a neighboring street. It stopped at the corner to the east, and a man alighted and came towards the Vosburgh residence. A moment later Marian whispered, excitedly, ”It's Mr.

Merwyn.”

He approached slowly and she thought warily, and began mounting the steps.

”Is it Mr. Merwyn?” she called.

”Yes.”

”I will admit you at the bas.e.m.e.nt door;” and she hastened down.

She meant to give her hand, to speak in warm eulogy of his action, but his pale face and cold glance as he entered chilled her. She felt tongue-tied in the presence of the strangers who sat near the table smoking.

Merwyn started slightly on seeing them, and then she explained, hastily, ”These gentlemen are a.s.sisting my father in a way you understand.”

He bowed to them, then sank into a chair, as if too weary to stand.

”Mr. Merwyn,” she began, eagerly, ”let me make you some fresh coffee.

That on the range is warm, but it has stood some little time.”

”Please do not take the slightest trouble,” he said, decidedly.

”That now ready will answer. Indeed, I would prefer it to waiting.

I regret exceedingly that Mr. Vosburgh is not at home, for I am too exhausted to wait for him. Can I not help myself?” and he rose and approached the range.

”Not with my permission,” she replied, with a smile, but he did not observe it. She stole shy glances at him as she prepared the coffee. Truly, as he sat, drooping in his chair, wet, ragged, and begrimed, he presented anything but the aspect of a hero. Yet as such he appeared in her eyes beyond all other men whom she had ever seen.

She said, gently: ”Let me put the coffee on the table, and get you some supper. You must need it sorely.”

”No, I thank you. I could not eat anything to-night;” and he rose and took the coffee from her hand, and drank it eagerly. He then said, ”I will thank you for a little more.”

With sorrow she noted that he did not meet her eyes or relax his distant manner.

”I wish you could wait until papa returns,” she said, almost entreatingly, as she handed him a second cup.

”I hope Mr. Vosburgh will pardon my seeming lack of courtesy, and that you will also, gentlemen. It has been a rather long, hard day, and I find that I have nearly reached the limit of my powers.” With a short, grim laugh, he added: ”I certainly am not fit to remain in the presence of a lady. I suppose, Miss Vosburgh, I may report what little I have to say in the presence of these gentlemen? I would write it out if I could, but I cannot to-night.”

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