Part 45 (1/2)

”Then, where is she? You think I'm lying when I tell you that I came here by appointment; but I tell you that she fixed the hour herself. If you don't believe me, here's her note.”

He held out a crumpled piece of paper. Caroline put it on one side, but she could not help seeing the writing, and she knew it only too well.

”If Mrs. Lancing has told you to come here to meet her, then I can say no more.”

She moved away to the door, and once again he stood on one side and let her pa.s.s.

At that moment they heard the sound of a cab approaching in the street; it pulled up; a moment later the bell rang.

Some colour flickered into Caroline's face. She put out her hand and rested it against the door, and with that support she pa.s.sed on to the landing, holding her breath to catch the first sound of the pretty voice she knew so well.

”Will she be angry with me? How will she look? What will she say?”

Thought chased thought through her brain wildly. The door was opened, but no one entered. There was a buzzing in her ears; she could not catch what pa.s.sed. But as she stood there, trembling now in every limb, the cook ran up the stairs with a letter.

”For Sir Samuel, miss,” she said.

Broxbourne was just behind, and he s.n.a.t.c.hed the letter out of the woman's hand.

”Won't you come down, miss?” said the servant, in a hurried way. ”Do come. I've made some tea for you.”

But Caroline looked backwards at that moment. She had caught the sound of a muttered exclamation. She hardly knew what prompted her to send the woman away, but she did so, and she turned and went back into the drawing-room, shutting the door behind her.

Broxbourne was standing biting his moustache. His red face had turned white. He looked ugly and alarming.

”You have news from Mrs. Lancing?” Caroline said.

He looked at her, but made no answer.

The tension of her nerves gave. Caroline groped her way to a chair, sat down, and hid her face in her hands for an instant; then she looked up.

”I _entreat_ you to tell me what has happened,” she said brokenly. ”I care for her so much. I came here because I care so much ... because I thought I could help her.” Her voice was husky. ”I only heard from her late last night, but I had to come, and I prayed I might not be too late. Where is----”

Broxbourne looked at her as her words died away.

”Take my word for it, she isn't worth fretting over. She can take care of herself.”

There was an indescribable amount of bitterness in his voice. Something about Caroline's look had checked his rage.

”She's all right,” he said roughly.

”Yes, but where is she?”

Sir Samuel laughed, and then he scowled.

”You say you heard from her, so I suppose you know all there is to know.”

Caroline brushed back her hair from her tired aching brow.

”I know only this much--that she contemplated something rash and foolish.... She told me nothing, but I fancied I should find her here.

That was why I came.... I wanted so much to be with her.”