Part 10 (1/2)
On ascending the steps Virginia paused to gather up her skirt, turned half around and looked very significantly at Rutley.
He met her glance and bowed. The action brought Mrs. Harris also to a stop.
Observing the halt, Mr. Thorpe exclaimed, ”His Grace and myself will be along presently. Au revoir.”
And as the party moved on, Sam rejoined under his breath, ”I guess so, but not with his fair party, not if Sam knows it.”
In the silence that followed for both men, now being alone, were alert, instinctively apprehending danger, John Thorpe drew from the inside pocket of his coat a small cigar case and tendered it to Rutley.
Silently and with studied poise, Rutley took therefrom a cigar and returned the case.
Thorpe then took from the case a match, lighted and offered it to Rutley, who, having meanwhile clipped the end of the cigar with a penknife, accepted the light and then broke the silence with, ”Are you not going to smoke, Thorpe?”
”Not at present. A stroll through the grounds is more to my fancy.”
”Agreed!” promptly responded Rutley, who added, ”and may the exercise lighten your spirits, which appear heavy tonight.”
”Yes, unfortunately I have never been able to conceal my emotions, hence the correctness of your conjecture. My spirits are heavy tonight,” replied Thorpe in a low voice and with a deep, long drawn sigh.
It was plain to Rutley that Thorpe was evading an abrupt approach to some potent question in his mind, feverishly eager, yet dreading the kind of information it might elicit.
”Bad digestion, Thorpe. Headaches, troubled dreams and the like fellow,” suggested Rutley in his jerky manner.
”Deeper!” added Thorpe in a low voice.
”Ha!” exclaimed Rutley significantly, as he eyed his companion askance. ”Family!”
”Oh, G.o.d! what shall I do?” suddenly broke from Thorpe in a stifled cry of anguish. ”I cannot carry the load!” And then he did that which some readers might term a cowardly thing. No doubt he was actuated by motives irresistibly impelling in a man of his peculiarly sensitive nature.
With head bent low, much as a culprit condoning his infamy, humbled as was his pride, to thus confide his misgivings to a stranger, he began in a low voice:
”My Lord, a few moments since I casually heard you drop a remark suggesting a knowledge of my domestic affairs. I speak to you in confidence, and I am sure Your Grace will spare me the humiliation of feeling that confidence is misplaced. Your position gives you at times the advantage of hearing--a--things said of others that is of no moment or concern to you.”
Rutley's first thought was, ”My opportunity to strike at Corway has come,” and if Thorpe at that moment could have seen the cunning leer play about the corners of Rutley's mouth and the flash of exultation that sprang into his eyes, he might have hesitated, nay, ceased to have conversed with him further on such a grave subject.
But the fleeting smile went unseen, the exultant flash as quickly disappeared, and in its place a very serious look came over Rutley's face, as in a low voice he replied, slowly but very distinctly.
”Really, Thorpe, I am at a loss to understand your motives in questioning me on matters relative to your domestic affairs, and though I may possess information in which I am not particularly interested, still to asperse the character of any person on mere rumor is not compatible with the dignity or honor of my house; however, if you will be explicit on the subject of your singular request, I shall, through sympathy, communicate all I have heard to relieve or confirm your mind of a--I fancy--a terrible suspicion.”
For a few moments Thorpe could not control his agitation. Overpowered by a sense of shame, his imagination at once conjured up dreadful thoughts.
”Sympathy! a--a--to relieve or confirm a terrible suspicion! My G.o.d!
what does he mean?” And he placed his left hand tightly over his breast as if something hurt him there, while a cold sweat stood out on his brow. Then with a forced calmness, said:
”A--a--have you heard any disparaging remarks about--a--Mr. Corway?”
”Well, Thorpe, you know 'tis not honorable to repeat the 'chic'
scandals one hears, though to satisfy you I will say that if you will look at the little finger of Corway's left hand, you will see a gold ring with a single diamond set in a double heart, which he at times--a--carelessly displays.”
”A ring with a single diamond! What of it?” impatiently questioned Thorpe.