Part 3 (1/2)

”I did, and visited at that cottage time after time. Man, man, I tell you,” he continued, speaking rapidly in his excitement, ”the recollection of those days has been my solace in many a bitter winter's night, and I have looked forward to my return as the great day of my existence.”

”Stop!” said the other nervously. ”Tell me this, Rob: did she--did she love you?”

”Love me?” exclaimed the other pa.s.sionately: ”no. How could I expect it? She was a mere child, budding into maidenhood; but her eyes brightened when I came, and she was my little companion here in the happy days that can never be recalled. James Huish, I loved that girl with all my soul. My love has grown for her, and my first thought was to seek her on my return, and try to win her for my wife.”

”It's deuced unfortunate, Rob,” said the other in his nervous way.

Then, with a kind of bravado, he continued half laughingly: ”But then, you see, you have been away two years, and you have stopped away too long. It's a pity, too, such friends as we were.”

Ere he had finished speaking his companion had seized his arm as in a vice.

”Huis.h.!.+” he cried hoa.r.s.ely, ”if you speak to me in that tone of voice I will not answer for the consequences. I do not wish to be rash, or to condemn you unheard; but this is of such vital import to me that, by G.o.d, if you speak of it in that flippant tone again, I shall forget that we are gentlemen, and, like some brute beast, I shall have you by the throat.”

”Loose my arm,” exclaimed the other, flus.h.i.+ng more deeply; ”you hurt me.”

”You hurt me,” cried the other, trembling with pa.s.sion--”to the heart.”

”If I have wronged you,” exclaimed Huish, ”even if duelling is out of fas.h.i.+on, I can give you satisfaction.”

”Satisfaction!” cried the other bitterly. ”Look here, James Huish. You have been a man of fas.h.i.+on, while I have been a blunt soldier. If what I hear be true, would it be any satisfaction for me to shoot you through the head, and break that poor girl's heart, for I could do it if I liked; and if I did not, would it be any satisfaction to let you make yourself a murderer?”

Huish shuddered slightly, and the colour paled in his cheeks.

”Now answer my question. I say, is this true?”

”We are old friends,” retorted Huish, ”but you have no right to question me.”

”Right or no right, I will question you,” exclaimed the other pa.s.sionately, ”and answer me you shall before you leave this spot.”

Huish glanced uneasily to the right and left, and, seeing this, his companion laid his hand once more upon his arm.

”No,” he exclaimed, ”you do not go; and for your own sake, do not provoke me.”

The speaker's voice trembled with rage, which he seemed to be fighting hard to control, while Huish was by turns flushed with anger, and pale with something near akin to fear.

”I will not answer your questions,” he exclaimed desperately.

”You promised me you would, and you shall, James Huish. Look here, sir.

A little over two years ago there was a servant at the cottage--a cold hard girl. I come back here, and I find this same girl now a woman.

She recognised me when I met her yesterday, and, believing that I was going to the cottage, she stopped me, and by degrees told me such a tale as I would I had never lived to hear. I went away again yesterday half mad, hardly believing that it could be true. To-day I returned, and she pointed you out to me as the villain--as Mr Ranby--a serpent crawling here to poison under an a.s.sumed name.”

”Go on,” said the other. ”You meant marriage of course.”

”I tell you, man, I never had a thought for that poor girl that was not pure and true. If I had spoken so soon, it might have checked an intercourse that was to me the happiest of my life. Now I come back and find that the peace of that little home is blasted--that the woman I have loved has been made the toy of your pleasure; that you whom I believed to be a gentleman, a man of honour, have proved to be the greatest of villains upon this earth.”

”Have a care what you say,” said Huish hotly.

”I will have a care,” cried the other. ”I will not condemn you on the words of others; I would not so condemn the man who was my closest friend. Speak, then; tell me. I say, is this all true?”

”You have no right to question me.”