Part 35 (1/2)
”Ought such a job as that to have been left to _me_?”
”Miss Cremorne! Kate!” he urged; ”you think worse of me than I deserve!
There is nothing I wouldn't have done, no sacrifice I wouldn't have made, to insure Miss Ross's comfort! It is not my fault, indeed! I give you my word of honour, I have left no stone unturned to discover her place of refuge from the moment she disappeared, and never obtained the slightest trace of her till to-day.”
”Gammon!” replied Kate, pulling the pony short up by the kerbstone.
”There's the house. It's not much to look at, but it's better inside than out, since she's found a chance friend, poor thing! Run up-stairs and see her. Say I meant to have taken her out for a drive, but I'll come again in the afternoon. I never did--I never will--believe you're a bad-hearted fellow, Frank; but you've done no end of mischief here. Go and undo it now.”
So Kate drove off at high pressure, leaving Frank on the door-step, confronting a maid-of-all-work, who, seeming to expect him, yet glanced from time to time with considerable interest and approval at his general appearance and outline.
He was shown into a clean, neatly furnished apartment, from which he could distinctly hear his announcement as ”The gentleman, if you please, ma'am,” and the rustle of a dress that followed this information. Then the door opened, and Miss Ross stopped short on the threshold, exclaiming only--
”Frank!”
The tone denoted nothing but extreme and overwhelming astonishment.
Looking in her face, he could not but admit she was sadly altered. A few short weeks had changed the brilliant, piquante beauty to a faded invalid, with wan, wasted features, lit up only by the wonderful black eyes.
His first thought was the humiliating question--”Can this be the woman I fancied I loved so dearly?” His second brought a manly and natural resolution to stand by her all the more firmly for her distress.
”Jin,” he exclaimed, ”why did you leave me like that? What has been the matter? and why didn't you trust entirely to _me_?”
He would have taken her in his arms, but she waved him off, and the delight that had flashed across her face when she confronted him gave way to a cold, unnatural reserve.
”Did you get my letter?” she asked. ”And why are you here?”
He explained how and why he had come, touching on the disappointment he experienced in the contents of her communication, trying to put into his tones that warmth of affection which he felt was completely extinguished in his heart.
”I did not mean to see you again, Captain Vanguard,” she said, in a measured voice; ”I did not _wish_ to see you again. The person I expected was your friend, Mr. Picard. That man stands between us, and always must. I will have no more concealments now--no more foul play--no more crime. I have been punished enough; I pray heaven I may not be punished yet more! I deceived you, Captain Vanguard, because I--well--I believe I _did_ care for you, as much as it is in my wicked, heartless nature to care for anybody; but I meant you to marry me. And all the time Picard was my husband!”
”Your husband!” He had no power to utter another word.
”It takes your breath away,” she exclaimed, with a touch of her old malice. ”You are so innocent! so inexperienced! Frank, I believe you _did_ mean honestly by me. I believe you thought you liked me; and I certainly--well--I liked _you_. Horribly--shamefully! To win you, I was guilty of a fraud, a degradation, _une ba.s.sesse, entendez vous? une lachete_. I took the letter of a girl who loved you, and I sent it off to another man--a good creature, _mais tant soit peu ganache_, who didn't know what to make of it. Never mind. I detached you from her, and caught you for myself. But I would not make you a slave to my husband; I know him too well. None of us come out of this _imbroglio_ very creditably, and, believe me, your part is not of the highest calibre; but I have injured you, and now, because my spirit is broke, I try to make reparation. Go to your Miss Hallaton; explain all to her; marry her, if you will! Oh! Frank, be happy with her, I entreat of you; and never come to see me any more!”
She looked in his face for about half a second, made a plunge at his hand, caught it eagerly to her heart, her eyes, her lips, and was in the next room, of which he heard the door locked and bolted, before he had realised the fact that she was gone.
He waited, he called, he went and tapped at that securely fortified retreat, he even rang for the servant, and begged her to ask the lady whether there were no more commands for him before he left; but without avail.
”Why the devil Kate brought me here,” said Frank to himself, standing once more in the street, looking helplessly about for a Hansom cab, ”is more than I can make out! One thing's clear--I'm not bound in any way to Miss Ross. Hang it! she's _not_ Miss Ross! What a fool I've been! I don't deserve to get out of the mess so well. Helen, my darling! I ought to have known, if they hadn't got _at_ you, you'd have been as true as steel! By Jove, though, I'm bound in honour to book up to Kate! It must have cost her a goodish stake, and I don't suppose Picard will.”
But when this proposal was submitted to Miss Cremorne, she repudiated it with a contempt savouring of Belgravia, and an energy of expression not unworthy of Brompton.
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
REPENTANT.
Miss Ross, as we may still continue to call her, had indeed expected a visit from a gentleman, and warned the maid-of-all-work she would be at home; but it was with a heavy heart, nevertheless, she heard the street-door close on Frank's retreating steps, while, smoothing her hair and drying her eyes, she prepared to meet her husband. Picard, at his wits' end for money, hunted from place to place by writ and summons, with debts unpaid and bills coming due, could yet find time to answer in person a written request for an interview, made by the woman whose evil genius he seemed to have been through life. She asked to see him once more, for reasons to be explained in person, and was actually waiting his arrival, when Kate drove to the door with Frank Vanguard. The latter had hardly been gone five minutes, ere Picard made his appearance, and this ill-a.s.sorted couple met once more, with less surprise indeed, but scarcely more cordiality than they had shown during their strange ill-omened companions.h.i.+p on the river at Windsor.