Part 56 (1/2)
”She took her soup and fish, her slice of pheasant and her jelly, I do a.s.sure you, just the same as hever, Hemily,” he related afterward to the lady's maid; ”but her face was whiter than the tablecloth, and her eyes had a look in them I'd rather master would face than me. She's one of the 'igh-stepping sort, depend upon it, and quiet as she takes it now, there'll be the deuce and all to pay one of these days.”
She rose at last and went back to the drawing-room. How brilliantly the moon shone on the sleeping sea; how fantastic the town and castle looked in the romantic light. She stood by the window long, looking out. No thought of sympathy for him--of trying to find him out on the morrow--entered her mind. He had deserted her; sane or mad, that was enough for the present to know.
She took out a purse, that fairies and gold dollars alone might have entered, and looked at its contents. By sheer good luck and chance, it contained three or four sovereigns--more than sufficient for the return journey. To-morrow morning she would go back to Powyss Place and tell Lady Helena; after that--
Her thoughts broke--to-night she could not look beyond. The misery, the shame, the horrible scandal, the loneliness, the whole wreck of life that was to come, she could not feel as yet. She knew what she would do to-morrow--after that all was a blank.
What a lovely night it was! What were they doing at home? What was Trixy about just now? What was--Charley? She had made up her mind never to think of Charley more. His face rose vividly before her now in the moonrays, pale, stern, contemptuous. ”Oh!” she pa.s.sionately thought, ”how he must scorn, how he must despise me!” ”Whatever comes,”
he had said to her that rainy morning at Sandypoint; ”whatever the new life brings, you are never to blame _me_!” How long ago that rainy morning seemed now. What an eternity since that other night in the snow. If she had only died beside him that night--the clear, white, painless death--unspotted from the world! If she had only died that night!
Her arms were on the window-sill--her face fell upon them. One hour, two, three pa.s.sed; she never moved. She was not crying, she was suffering, but dully, with a numb, torpid, miserable sense of pain.
All her life since that rainy spring day, when Charley Stuart had come to Sandypoint with his mother's letter, returned to her. She had striven and coquetted to bring about the result she wanted--it had seemed such a dazzling thing to be a baronet's wife, with an income that would flow in to her like a ceaseless golden river. She had jilted the man she loved in cold b.l.o.o.d.y and accepted the man to whom her heart was as stone. In the hour when fortune was deserting her best friends, she had deserted them too. And the end was--_this_.
It was close upon twelve when Emily, the maid, sleepy and cross, tapped at the door. She had to tap many times before her mistress heard her. When she did hear and open, and the girl came in, she recoiled from the ghastly pallor of her lady's face.
”I shall not want you to-night,” Edith said briefly. ”You may go to bed.”
”But you are ill, my lady. If you only saw yourself! Can't I fetch you something? A gla.s.s of wine from the dining-room?”
”Nothing, Emily, thank you. I have sat up too long in the night air--that is all. Go to bed; I shall do very well.”
The girl went, full of pity and worries, shaking her head. ”Only this morning I thought what a fine thing it was to be the bride of so fine a gentleman, and look at her now.”
Left alone, she closed and fastened the window herself. An unsupportable sense of pain and weariness oppressed her. She did not undress. She loosened her clothes, wrapped a heavy, soft railway rug about her, and lay down upon the bed. In five minutes the tired eyes had closed. There is no surer narcotic than trouble sometimes; hers was forgotten--deeply, dreamlessly, she slept until morning.
The sun was high in the sky when she awoke. She raised herself upon her elbow and looked around, bewildered. In a second yesterday flashed upon her, and her journey of to-day. She arose, made her morning toilet, and rang for her maid. Breakfast was waiting--it was past nine o'clock, and she could leave Carnarvon in three quarters of an hour.
She made an effort to eat and drink; but it was little better than an effort. She gave Jamison his parting instructions--he was to remain here until to-morrow; by that time orders would come from Powyss Place.
Then, in the dress she had travelled in yesterday, she entered the railway carriage and started upon her return journey.
How speedily her honeymoon had ended! A curious sort of smile pa.s.sed over her face as she thought it. She had not antic.i.p.ated Elysium--quite--but she certainly had antic.i.p.ated something very different from this.
She kept back thought resolutely--she would _not_ think--she sat and looked at the genial October landscape flitting by. Sooner or later the floodgates would open, but not yet.
It was about three in the afternoon when the fly from the railway drove up to the stately portico entrance of Powyss Place. She paid and dismissed the man, and knocked unthinkingly. The servant who opened the door fell back, staring at her, as though she had been a ghost.
”Is Lady Helena at home?”
Lady Helena was at home--and still the man stared blankly as he made the reply. She swept past him, and made her way, unannounced, to her ladys.h.i.+p's private rooms. She tapped at the door.
”Come in,” said the familiar voice, and she obeyed. Then a startled cry rang out. Lady Helena arose and stood spellbound, gazing in mute consternation at the pale girl before her.
”Edith!” she could but just gasp. ”What is this? Where is Victor?”
Edith came in, closed the door, and quietly faced her ladys.h.i.+p.
”I have not the faintest idea where Sir Victor Catheron may be at this present moment. Wherever he is, it is to be hoped he is able to take care of himself. I know I have not seen him since four o'clock yesterday afternoon.”
The lips of Lady Helena moved, but no sound came from them. Some great and nameless terror seemed to have fallen upon her.