Volume Ii Part 10 (1/2)

”Yes! Finding I could get no news of you I went there and saw her. She did not know where you were, but I let her see how anxious I was to find you. I let her know I loved you, Margaret; did she never speak of me to you?”

”Never,” said poor Margaret, falteringly. ”Ah!” she said, as a sudden gleam came to her memory, ”I remember now she tried to tell me something, and I would not listen. I did not know--how could I know--it referred to you?”

”Would it have been too late?” he asked, in a low voice.

”I do not know,” she said, pa.s.sing her hand across her tearless eyes. ”I cannot say what I might have done; but then I had promised----Is it not hard?” she exclaimed. ”Oh! it does seem hard, to have had happiness within my grasp and to have lost it!”

He was inexpressibly affected, afraid of making things harder for her; he moved to go.

”You will always be to me my highest type of womanhood,” he said. ”Will you trust me about your sister? I will go to England to-night.”

”Let us say farewell now and for ever,” she said, stretching out her hands, and then as he wrung them in his she breathed ”G.o.d bless you,”

and so pa.s.sed out of his sight.

Sir Albert lost no time; he knew it was best, and he made all his arrangements, and left by the first train he could catch.

His one comfort now would be doing something for her through her sister.

But when the bustle of the departure was over and he was ensconced in his railway-carriage he had time to think of his own most cruel and terrible trial. Ever since he had begun to know Margaret his love for her increased. He had wandered to regain health and strength. Her image was never out of his mind, and he had believed he had made things so clear to her that she was somewhere waiting and expecting him. He had seen Mr. Drayton; he was just the sort of man to behave as he had done, and it was quite terrible to think of that fair and innocent girl in his power.

He never rested till he got to Scotland. He went straight to Torbreck, where he interviewed the landlady. Miss Rivers had gone. She had gone to London to stay with her sister.

Sir Albert did not choose to say that her sister was not there, but he made many minute inquiries about her health, and left Mrs. Munro much impressed by his manner, and the thoughtful remarks he made.

”He is a real bonny man,” she said afterwards, ”and, my certie, he kens how to put questions. He was as particular as he could be. Miss Rivers this and Miss Rivers that. She's a straight nose has Miss Rivers. I'm no denying it, but she does not follow it. Miss Margaret's a deal friendlier; weel-a-weel, its a' ordered for the best.”

Mrs. Dorriman was much taken aback when once more Sir Albert was shown into the drawing-room at Renton. She was too timid not to be alarmed by the arrival of a man who had made no secret of his admiration for Margaret.

Did he know anything, and what did he know? Her expression was so distinctly interrogatory that he answered it, and advancing towards her, and not waiting for the usual conventional greeting, he said, ”I know all, Mrs. Dorriman; I have seen her--I have seen Margaret!”

”Ah!” said the poor little woman, with a deep sigh of relief.

”It has been cruel work,” he said, pa.s.sionately. ”Why could you not have saved her?”

”I never knew till too late. How could I save her?” She spoke startled, and for a moment thinking that he was right. Then she remembered--”That unfortunate sister of hers, Grace, would not allow her to send for us. I did not know where she was. And when you left me, you gave me no address; even if I had had it I am not sure I should have written to you. It was then too late. Nothing could have been done.... How is Margaret?” she asked, after a moment's pause.

He did not answer her at once. Then he said in a broken voice, ”I never saw any one so changed; she is only a shadow of her former self.”

”G.o.d help her!” murmured Mrs. Dorriman.

”It has been terrible for us both,” he said, hurriedly, in a tone he vainly endeavoured to make calm; ”we will speak of it once and never again. She, poor darling, misunderstood something I said to her at Lornbay. It seems so strange to think that she did not see how I adored her. I was not free to speak to her quite openly, because when I was very young, little more than a schoolboy, I got into a foolish sc.r.a.pe, and my mother made me promise never to confess my love to any one without first letting her know it. She understood the word 'free' to mean that I was in some way bound to some one else. Her pride was in arms, and she seems to have fancied that she had not rightly understood me. You can imagine that such an idea worked together with her pa.s.sionate wish to help Grace, and has ruined our happiness.”

”G.o.d help her!” again e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs. Dorriman.

”All that I can now do is to work for her sister. Mr. Drayton refuses all help, and will not receive her, and Margaret is nearly frantic. I have been to Torbreck. She has gone from there.”

”But where?” said Mrs. Dorriman. ”You must not judge my brother hardly, Sir Albert, but, as Grace is at the bottom of poor Margaret's sacrifice, my brother would not have her here; he would not help her, understanding that Mr. Drayton had agreed to do so.”

”And he refuses also. Well, my first business must be to find the poor girl, and yet, Mrs. Dorriman, I may do harm instead of good, if I make the search in person. Can you think of no one who would undertake it?”

Mrs. Dorriman thought in vain. She knew of no one, and she feared greatly for Grace, who had little money, no experience, and who was so self-willed--she would probably injure her health, already so delicate, by doing a thousand imprudent things.