Part 79 (1/2)
As she said this she still looked into his face fearlessly--we may almost say boldly; so much so that Sir Henry's eyes almost quailed before hers. On this she had at any rate resolved, that she would never quail before him.
But by degrees there came across his brow a cloud that might have made her quail had she not been bold. He had come there determined not to quarrel with her. An absolute quarrel with her would not suit him--would not further his plans, as they were connected with Mr.
Bertram at Hadley. But it might be that he could not fail to quarrel with her. He was not a man without blood in his veins--without feelings at his heart. He could have loved her in his way, could she have been content to love him. Nay, he had loved her; and while she was the acknowledged possession of another, he had thought that to obtain her he would have been willing to give up many worldly goods.
Now he had obtained her; and there she sat, avowing to him that she still loved his unsuccessful rival. It was no wonder that his brow grew black, despite his own policy.
”And he has been here to-day in order that you might tell him so?”
”He has been here to-day, and I did tell him so,” said Caroline, looking still full up into her husband's eyes. ”What brought him here I cannot say.”
”And you tell me this to my face?”
”Well; would you have me tell you a lie? Did I not tell you the same when you first asked me to marry you? Did I not repeat it to you again but a week before we were married? Do you think that a few months could make the difference? Do you think that such months as these have been could have effaced his memory?”
”And you mean, then, to entertain him as your lover?”
”I mean to entertain him not at all. I mean that he shall never again enter any house in which I may be doomed to live. You brought him here; and I--though I knew that the trial would be hard--I thought that I could bear it. I find that I cannot. My memory is too clear; my thoughts of other days too vivid; my remorse--”
”Go on, madam; pray go on.”
”No, I shall not go on. I have said enough.”
”Ah! you said more than that to him when he was here.”
”Not half so much.”
”Was he not kneeling at your feet?”
”Yes, sir, he did kneel at my feet;” and as she answered the question she rose up, as though it were impossible for her any longer to sit in the presence of a man who so evidently had set a spy upon her actions.
”Well, and what then? Since you are so little ashamed of the truth, tell it all.”
”I am not at all ashamed of the truth. He came to tell me that he was going--and I bade him go.”
”And you allowed him to embrace you--to hold you in his arms--to kiss you?”
”Ah me! yes--for the last time. He did kiss me. I feel his lips now upon my brow. And then I told him that I loved him; loved none but him; could love none other. Then I bade him begone; and he went. Now, sir, I think you know it all. You seem to have had two accounts of the interview; I hope they do not disagree?”
”Such audacious effrontery I never witnessed in my life--never heard of before!”
”What, sir, did you think that I should lie to you?”
”I thought there was some sense of shame left in you.”
”Too high a sense of shame for that. I wish you could know it all. I wish I could tell you the tone of his voice, and the look of his eye.
I wish I could tell you how my heart drooped, and all but fainted, as I felt that he must leave me for ever. I am a married woman, and it was needful that he should go.” After this there was a slight pause, and then she added: ”Now, Sir Henry, I think you know it all. Now may I go?”
He rose from his chair and began walking the length of the room, backwards and forwards, with quick step. As we have before said, he had a heart in his bosom; he had blood in his veins; he had those feelings of a man which make the scorn of a beautiful woman so intolerable. And then she was his wife, his property, his dependent, his own. For a moment he forgot the Hadley money-bags, sorely as he wanted them, and the true man spoke out with full, unabated anger.