Part 116 (1/2)
”No, Harry; either you or I must part with these. Who is it to be?”
”Let Pradelle take them.”
”No,” she said firmly. ”It is time that we acted for ourselves. Will you go, or shall I?”
”But you heard what he said yesterday?”
”Yes, and I do not believe it. Come, Harry, for your own sake, for mine.”
”Yes, yes; but wait.”
”You forced me into this compromising position to help you escape from England.”
”I could not help it.”
”I am not blaming you; I only say act, or let me.”
He started from his chair, and stood there swayed by the various pa.s.sions which pervaded his spirit.
”Harry.”
”I cannot do it.”
”Then let me go.”
”No, no, no!” he cried. ”I am not so lost to all manly feeling as that.
Here, give them to me, and let us get away.”
”Yes,” she said eagerly, ”at once. You will go, Harry, and let us cross to-night.”
He nodded his head, and without another word swept the jewels into his pocket, and made towards the door. As he laid his hand upon the lock he turned sharply and came back.
”I'm like a curse to you. Louy,” he said kissing her; ”but I'm going to try, and you shall guide me now.”
She clung to him for a few moments, and then loosened her grasp.
”I shall be ready when you come back,” she said. ”We can pay these people, and it will be like breathing afresh to get away.”
”Yes,” he said. ”But Pradelle?”
”Is our enemy, Harry. Your evil genius.”
”No, no; he has been very kind.”
”For his own ends. There, go.”
He went off without a word; and after making the few trilling preparations necessary, Louise put on her hat and cloak, and waited impatiently for her brother's return. An hour pa.s.sed, which seemed like two, and then the blood mounted to her pale cheek, and she crossed towards the door ready to admit her brother, for there was a step upon the stair. She glanced round to see if she had forgotten anything, but there was nothing to do, save to pay the landlady, and then they would be free. She threw open the door as the step paused on the landing, and then she ran back with her lips apart, and a look of repugnance and dread in her eyes.
”Mr Pradelle!”