Part 126 (2/2)

He waited a minute, and then followed her.

On his way out to the garden, he went into the dining-room. The moon had risen; and the window-shutters were not closed. It was easy to find the brandy and the jug of water on the table. He mixed the two, and emptied the tumbler at a draught. ”My head's queer,” he whispered to himself.

He pa.s.sed his handkerchief over his face. ”How infernally hot it is to-night!” He made for the door. It was open, and plainly visible--and yet, he failed to find his way to it. Twice, he found himself trying to walk through the wall, on either side. The third time, he got out, and reached the garden. A strange sensation possessed him, as he walked round and round. He had not drunk enough, or nearly enough, to intoxicate him. His mind, in a dull way, felt the same as usual; but his body was like the body of a drunken man.

The night advanced; the clock of Putney Church struck ten.

Anne appeared again from the drawing room, with her bedroom candle in her hand.

”Put out the lights,” she said to Hester, at the kitchen door; ”I am going up stairs.”

She entered her room. The insupportable sense of weariness, after the sleepless night that she had pa.s.sed, weighed more heavily on her than ever. She locked her door, but forbore, on this occasion, to fasten the bolts. The dread of danger was no longer present to her mind; and there was this positive objection to losing the bolts, that the unfastening of them would increase the difficulty of leaving the room noiselessly later in the night. She loosened her dress, and lifted her hair from her temples--and paced to and fro in the room wearily, thinking. Geoffrey's habits were irregular; Hester seldom went to bed early.

Two hours at least--more probably three--must pa.s.s, before it would be safe to communicate with Sir Patrick by means of the signal in the window. Her strength was fast failing her. If she persisted, for the next three hours, in denying herself the repose which she sorely needed, the chances were that her nerves might fail her, through sheer exhaustion, when the time came for facing the risk and making the effort to escape. Sleep was falling on her even now--and sleep she must have.

She had no fear of failing to wake at the needful time. Falling asleep, with a special necessity for rising at a given hour present to her mind, Anne (like most other sensitively organized people) could trust herself to wake at that given hour, instinctively. She put her lighted candle in a safe position, and laid down on the bed. In less than five minutes, she was in a deep sleep.

The church clock struck the quarter to eleven. Hester Dethridge showed herself at the back garden door. Geoffrey crossed the lawn, and joined her. The light of the lamp in the pa.s.sage fell on his face. She started back from the sight of it.

”What's wrong?” he asked.

She shook her head; and pointed through the dining-room door to the brandy-bottle on the table.

”I'm as sober as you are, you fool!” he said. ”Whatever else it is, it's not that.”

Hester looked at him again. He was right. However unsteady his gait might be, his speech was not the speech, his eyes were not the eyes, of a drunken man.

”Is she in her room for the night?”

Hester made the affirmative sign.

Geoffrey ascended the st airs, swaying from side to side. He stopped at the top, and beckoned to Hester to join him. He went on into his room; and, signing to her to follow him, closed the door.

He looked at the part.i.tion wall--without approaching it. Hester waited, behind him.

”Is she asleep?” he asked.

Hester went to the wall; listened at it; and made the affirmative reply.

He sat down. ”My head's queer,” he said. ”Give me a drink of water.”

He drank part of the water, and poured the rest over his head. Hester turned toward the door to leave him. He instantly stopped her. ”_I_ can't unwind the strings. _I_ can't lift up the paper. Do it.”

She sternly made the sign of refusal: she resolutely opened the door to leave him. ”Do you want your Confession back?” he asked. She closed the door, stolidly submissive in an instant; and crossed to the part.i.tion wall.

She lifted the loose strips of paper on either side of the wall--pointed through the hollowed place--and drew back again to the other end of the room.

He rose and walked unsteadily from the chair to the foot of his bed.

Holding by the wood-work of the bed; he waited a little. While he waited, he became conscious of a change in the strange sensations that possessed him. A feeling as of a breath of cold air pa.s.sed over the right side of his head. He became steady again: he could calculate his distances: he could put his hands through the hollowed place, and draw aside the light curtains, hanging from the hook in the ceiling over the head of her bed. He could look at his sleeping wife.

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