"Aunt Trina is fond of the old place, and I have asked her to spend July here, with any friends she may wish to bring. She and Amos spar like prize fighters over immersion and close communion, and he brands her extreme ritualism "idolatry rank as the groves of Baal.""
He looked at his watch, and called to the coachman:
"Rivers, we have very little time to spare."
His closed right hand rested on his knee, and Eglah laid hers upon it.
"Since I was a little girl you have been my faithful, sympathizing, patient friend, and now I can not bear that you should leave me without uttering one kind word of forgiveness for the great wrong I realize at last that I have done you."
"Eglah, for G.o.d"s sake don"t open that door, which shuts out--what I can not discuss again with you, because I must not wound you."
She noticed the suppressed pant in his voice, and as he did not respond to the touch of her hand, her slender fingers crept between and twined around his.
"Mr. Herriott, when you come home----"
"I shall try not to come home."
"If I promise you shall never see me there, perhaps that a.s.surance may tempt you back. You are casting me out of your life, and I have no right to complain, but I wish to say that I hope you will have no fear for the name you gave irrevocably into my keeping."
"You bear my name, my father"s name, but I am very sure your little white hands will hold it clean, pure, and sacred. Should you invoke legal aid to free you from merely nominal matrimonial bonds, I prefer you should then resume your father"s name. If you choose to make no change, and I do not return, the name will die with you, and I believe you will guard it as you would the Grail."
Unconsciously his hand tightened on hers, until the edge of the ring cut into her finger.
"Mr. Herriott, you will write to me?"
He shook his head.
Looking intently at her, he noticed the deep blue shadows under her eyes, and the first tears he had ever seen her shed rolled slowly over her worn face.
"Unless my letters were hollow shams, they would only distress you, and all future annoyance I wish to avoid. Silence is the only possible peace."
At this moment the carriage stopped, and he looked out.
"Why do you lag, Rivers?"
"A train, sir. Switch engine and gravel cars."
"Drive around it."
"I can"t, sir. Red signal just ahead of the horse"s nose."
Mr. Herriott stepped out, and walked for some minutes up and down the embankment. Then the train pulled out, and when he re-entered his carriage he took the front seat.
"I sent a telegram to your father, which ought to reach him in Washington, telling him the number of your train, and your hotel in Philadelphia; and I hope your return journey will prove more agreeable than your trip with me. If any necessity should arise that would require you to communicate with me, you will find this card in the outside pocket of your satchel, but the address means only that letters will be forwarded to Upernavik. When we leave there no mail will reach us."
The carriage drew up to the platform, and Mr. Herriott a.s.sisted Eglah into the train. With her wraps and satchel he preceded her to the drawing-room.
"This is more comfortable than the one you occupied two days ago, and I trust you can rest well. Here are your tickets and check. This train is almost ready to start, and mine moves in ten minutes. In parting I make only one request. I ask you now to put me out of your life. I want you to forget me, and be happy with your father. Good-bye."
His face was white, and the expression of his eyes she never forgot.
He had extended his hand, but the horrible possibilities of the future swept all proud scruples aside, and she put her arms around his neck, clinging desperately to him.
"Mr. Noel, you shall never, never, be out of my life! I will always belong to my--own--Mr. Noel."
The check rein snapped.
He clasped--strained her against his breast, and she felt the furious beating of his heart. It was barely a moment. Gently he unwound her arms, put her quickly aside, and left her.
CHAPTER XXIII
The resumption of cordially affectionate relations between Judge Kent and his daughter was marked on her part by increased tenderness and deference, on his by demonstrative caresses particularly conspicuous after years of alienation. His exactions upon her time became despotic; he was dissatisfied when she was out of his sight, and if within reach his hand usually rested on her arm or shoulder. The paramount aim of her life was attained. She was a.s.sured that she reigned supreme in her coveted kingdom--his heart. Freed from dread of public exposure, his spirits rebounded, and his jovial, self-indulgent nature enjoyed basking once more before the fire of financial prosperity, exulted in the consciousness that at last the long desired Maurice fortune was at his command. Eglah wondered that from the hour he met her in Philadelphia he asked no questions concerning her bridal journey--no explanation of her unexpectedly hurried return.
He sedulously avoided all mention of Mr. Herriott, except to rail at the imbecility of Arctic explorers, and suspecting that he smarted from the humiliating knowledge that his son-in-law had possessed proofs of his guilt, she welcomed silence as balm for her sore heart. From the day of her return to Nutwood she severed every social tie linking her with Y----. Of visiting she made an end, all invitations were declined, and she was seen only at church, beside her father. They rode, drove, walked together. On his fishing jaunts she read while he wandered from pool to pool, and made tea for him when, tired and thirsty, he came back to a shaded spot where she waited. Now and then a few of his friends spent an evening in the billiard room, or played cards in the library, and discussed Republican policies. At night Eliza Mitch.e.l.l usually brought her sewing to the table, Judge Kent smoked in his easy chair, and Eglah arranged the chessboard at his elbow, or read aloud from some volume he had selected. It rarely happened that she received his good-night kiss until she had played a _nocturne_ or an _etude_ for which he asked. He had an ardent, sensuous love of beauty in color, form, sound; impa.s.sioned poetry, deep, rich melody, and subtle harmonies entranced him, dimmed his fine, eloquent eyes. His musical taste had been cultivated in accordance with cla.s.sical standards, and while his daughter"s proficiency was not extraordinary, she played skilfully and with a tenderly magnetic touch that justified his compliment: "My daughter has tears in her pretty fingers."
When a proud, reticent, beautiful woman suddenly takes an unusual and totally unexpected step, abrogating fashionable conventions--when, keeping her own counsel, she disdains explanation and shuts herself away from curious questioners--the hounds of gossip are unleashed, and beagles and fox-terriers follow in full cry. Outraged Y---- hummed like a swarming hive.
"Married without a sign of a trousseau, on a few hours" notice, with barely time to get a license, a ring and a minister, and to pack her trunk! Disgraceful!"
Rumors of Mr. Herriott"s wealth swelled to fabulous proportions. A sister of Dr. Burbridge, whose young cousin was employed in the office of the telegraph company, plied him with questions, until indiscreetly and reluctantly he confided to her that two telegrams sent by the groom showed that he had not come to Y---- intending marriage; whereupon she set afloat information which merely increased the complexity of the problem. Judge Kent had been so long the community scapegoat that in the final public solution and adjustment of disreputable responsibility, an additional load of selfish, wily iniquity was laid on his sin-stained shoulders. By cunning chicanery he had forced his daughter"s sudden marriage, hoping that Arctic dangers, often fatal, would soon make her a widow dowered with millions.
Even the few who witnessed the ceremony, and recalled Eglah"s inscrutable white face, understood as little as the resentful uninvited, yet when questioned they loyally maintained reserve.
Bishop Vivian, Mr. Whitfield, and the Egglestons warmly defended the girl, whom secretly they pitied, but society pilloried her.
"She was shamelessly mercenary, absolutely devoid of womanly delicacy, and a shocking disgrace to her poor mother"s family."
Henceforth the anti-Kent social element in Y---- resolved itself into a vigilance committee to watch her behavior as a married woman.
Into the whirlpool of t.i.ttle-tattle Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l wisely abstained from plunging. Her own information was too meagre, her uneasiness concerning Eglah"s stubborn silence and inexplicable manner too profound to admit of discussion, even in defence. She staid at home, bided her time, and held her peace. Moreover, she was wrestling with conscientious scruples regarding her duty in withholding from Eglah some disquieting facts known only to herself.
The second night after his daughter"s departure, Judge Kent had indulged in stimulants to an unprecedented and alarming extent. With a decanter of brandy at his elbow, he dozed in his arm-chair until roused by Aaron, who delivered a telegram. Eliza was going upstairs to her own room, when the boy rang the bell and handed in the message.
"Lock up the house, Aaron. I think the judge is sleepy and will soon go to bed."
An hour later she sat reading her Bible, and heard a sound as of some heavy object falling. s.n.a.t.c.hing her lamp, she went swiftly to the library. The overturned decanter was slowly emptying itself on the table, and Judge Kent lay on the floor, his head resting against the cushioned seat of his chair. Evidently he had risen, slipped on the polished floor, dropped the decanter, and lost consciousness.
His face was purple, his breathing stertorous. Holding his head, she pushed the chair back and laid him flat on the floor.
Was it apoplectic seizure or intoxication? Her inexperience justified no independent action, yet if drunkenness explained existing conditions, she shrank from publishing the disgrace that would mortally wound Eglah.
Bathing his head and face, she administered such restoratives as she possessed, and loosened his vest and collar. Finally it seemed necessary to summon Aaron and send Oliver for the doctor, but as she rose to ring the bell Judge Kent opened his eyes. A dark, turbid red still stained his face, but his respiration was less labored.