There he paused, recovered his self-possession, but not his countenance-for an angry flush stained his dark cheek, and he fixed a look upon Mrs. Vane that would have daunted any other woman. She did not seem to see it, for her head drooped till her face was hidden, and she sat absently playing with the little chain that shone against her hand. George Lennox looked fiercely jealous; Diana turned pale; Mrs. Berkeley frowned, and good, unconscious Lady Lennox said, blandly: "Apropos to heirlooms and relics, I was telling these ladies about your famous iron ring, Earl. I wish you had it here to show them."
"I am happy to be able to gratify your ladyship"s wish. I never leave home without it, for I use it as my seal. I will ring for it."
Mrs. Vane lifted her head, with an air of interest, as Douglas gave an order, and his servant presently put a small, steel-bound case into his hand. Opening this with a key that hung upon his watchguard, he displayed the famous relic. Antique, rusty and ma.s.sive it was, and on its shield the boar"s head, and the motto of the house.
"You say you use this as a signet ring; why do you not have your arms cut on some jewel, and set in a more graceful setting? This device is almost effaced, and the great ring anything but ornamental to one"s hand or chatelaine," said Mrs. Vane, curiously examining the ring, as it was pa.s.sed to her.
"Because I am superst.i.tious, and believe that an especial vir tue lies in this ancient bit of iron. The legend goes that no harm can befall its possessor, and as I have gone scathless so far, I hold fast to the old faith."
As Douglas turned to hear and answer Mrs. Vane"s question, Harry Lennox, with the freedom of a boy, had thrown back the lid of the case, which had been opened with peculiar care, and, lifting several worn papers, disclosed two objects that drew exclamations of surprise from several of the party. A satin slipper, of fairy-like proportions, with a dull, red stain upon its sole, and what looked like a ring of ma.s.sive gold, till the lad lifted it, when coil after coil unwound, till a long curl of human hair touched the ground.
"My faith! that is the souvenir of the beautiful danseuse, Virginie Varens, about whom you bored me with questions, when you showed me that several years ago," said the major, staring with all his eyes.
Mrs. Vane had exclaimed with the rest, but her color faded perceptibly, her eye grew troubled, and when Harry leaned toward her to compare the long tress with her own, she shrunk back with a shudder. Diana caught a muttered e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n from Douglas, saw Mrs. Vane"s discomposure, and fixed a scrutinizing gaze upon her. But in a moment those obedient features resumed their former calm, and, with a little gesture of contrition, Mrs. Vane laid the long curl beside one of her own, saying, tranquilly: "Pardon, that I betrayed an instinctive shrinking from any thing plebeian. The hair of the dancer is lighter than mine, you see; for this is pure gold, and mine is fast deepening to brown. Let me atone for my rudeness thus; and believe me, I can sympathize, for I, too, have loved and lost."
While speaking, she had refolded the lock, and, tying it together with a little knot of ribbon from her dress, she laid it back into its owner"s hand, with a soft glance and a delicate dropping of the voice at the last words. If it was a bit of acting, it was marvellously well done, and all believed it to be a genuine touch of nature. Diana looked consumed with curiosity, and Douglas answered, hastily: "Thanks for the pity, but I need none. I never saw this girl, and as for love-"
He paused there, as if words unfit for time and place were about to pa.s.s his lips. His eye grew fierce, and his black brows lowered heavily, leaving no doubt on the mind of any observer that hate, not love, was the sentiment with which he now regarded the mysterious danseuse. An uncomfortable pause followed, as Douglas relocked the case, and put it in his pocket, forgetting, in his haste, the ring he had slipped upon his finger.
Feeling that some unpleasant theme had been touched upon, Lady Lennox asked for music. Diana coldly declined, but Mrs. Vane readily turned to the piano. The two elder ladies and the major went to chat by the fire; Lennox took his brother aside to administer a reproof, and Douglas, after a moment of moody thoughtfulness, placed himself beside Diana on the couch which stood just behind Mrs. Vane. She had begun with a brilliant overture, but suddenly pa.s.sed to a softer movement, and filled the room with the whispering melody of a Venetian barcarole. This seeming caprice was caused by an intense desire to overhear the words of the pair behind her. But though she strained her keen ear to the utmost, she caught only broken fragments of their low-toned conversation, and these fragments filled her with disquiet.
"Why so cold, Miss Stuart? One would think you had forgotten me."
"I fancied the forgetfulness was yours."
"I never shall forget the happiest hours of my life. May I hope that you recall those days with pleasure?"
There was no answer, and a backward glance showed Mrs. Vane Diana"s head bent low, and Douglas watching the deepening color on her half-averted cheek, with an eager, ardent glance. More softly murmured the boat song, and scarcely audible was the whispered entreaty: "I have much to say; you will hear me to-morrow, early, in the park?"
A mute a.s.sent was given, and, with the air of a happy lover, Douglas left her, as if fearing to say more, lest their faces should betray them. Then the barcarole ended as suddenly as it begun, and Mrs. Vane resumed the stormy overture, playing as if inspired by a musical frenzy. So pale was she when she left the instrument, that no one doubted the fact of her needing rest, as, pleading weariness, she sank into a deep chair, and, leaning her head upon her hand, sat silent for an hour.
As they separated for the night, and Douglas stood listening to his young host"s arrangements for the morrow, a singular-looking man appeared at the door of an anteroom, and, seeing them, paused where he stood, as if waiting for them to precede him.
"Who is that, George? What does he want?" said Douglas, drawing his friend"s attention to the dark figure, whose gleaming eyes belied his almost servile posture of humility and respect.
"O, that is Mrs. Vane"s man, Jitomar. He was one of the colonel"s Indian servants, I believe. Deaf and dumb, but harmless, devoted and invaluable-she says. A treacherous-looking devil, to my mind," replied Lennox.
"He looks more like an Italian than an Indian, in spite of his Eastern costume and long hair. What is he after now?" asked Earl.
"Going to receive the orders of his mistress. I would gladly change places with him, heathen as he is, for the privilege of serving her. Good-night."
As George spoke, they parted, and while the dark servant watched Douglas going up the wide oaken stairs, he shook his clenched hand after the retreating figure, and his lips moved as if he muttered something low between his teeth.
A few moments afterward, as Earl sat musing over his fire, there came a tap at his door. Having vainly bidden the knocker to enter, he answered the summons, and saw Jitomar obsequiously offering a handkerchief. Douglas examined it, found the major"s name, and, pointing out that gentleman"s room, further down the corridor, he returned the lost article with a nod of thanks and dismissal. While he had been turning the square of cambric in his hands, the man"s keen eyes had explored every corner of the room. Nothing seemed to escape them, from the ashes on the hearth, to a flower which Diana had worn, now carefully preserved in water; and once a gleam of satisfaction glittered in them, as if some desired object had met their gaze. Making a low obeisance, he retired, and Douglas went to bed, to dream waking dreams till far into the night.
The great-hall clock had just struck one, and sleep was beginning to conquer love, when something startled him wide awake. What it was he could not tell, but every sense warned him of some impending danger. Sitting up in his bed, he pushed back the curtains, and looked out. The night-lamp burned low, the fire had faded, and the room was full of dusky shadows. There were three doors; one led to the dressing-room, one to the corridor, and the third was locked on the outside. He knew that it opened upon a flight of narrow stairs, that communicated with the library, having been built for the convenience of a studious Lennox, long ago.
As he gazed about him, to his great amazement this door was seen to move. Slowly, noiselessly, it opened, with no click of lock, no creak of hinge. Almost sure of seeing some ghostly visitant enter, he waited, mute and motionless. A m.u.f.fled hand and arm appeared, and, stretching to their utmost, seemed to take something from the writing-table that stood near this door. It was a human hand, and, with a single leap, Douglas was half way across the room. But the door closed rapidly, and as he laid his hand upon it, the key turned in the lock. He demanded who was there, but not a sound replied; he shook the door, but the lock held fast; he examined the table, but nothing seemed gone, till, with an ominous thrill, he missed the iron ring. On reaching his chamber, he had taken it off, meaning to restore it to its place; had laid it down, to put Diana"s rose in water; had forgotten it, and now it was gone!
Flinging on dressing-gown and slippers, and taking a pistol from his travelling-case, he left his room. The house was quiet as a tomb, the library empty, and no sign of intruders visible, till, coming to the door itself, he found that the rusty lock had been newly oiled, for the rusty key turned noiselessly, and the hinges worked smoothly, though the dust that lay thickly everywhere, showed that this pa.s.sage was still unused. Stepping into his room, Douglas gave a searching glance about him, and in an instant an expression of utter bewilderment fell upon his face, for there, on the exact spot which had been empty five minutes ago, there lay the iron ring!
Chapter IV.
A Shred of Lace
Long before any of the other guests were down, Diana stole into the garden on her way to the park. Hope shone in her eyes, smiles sat on her lips, and her heart sang for joy. She had long loved in secret; had believed and despaired alternately, and now her desire was about to be fulfilled, her happiness a.s.sured by a lover"s voice. Hurrying through the wilderness of autumn flowers, she reached the shrubbery that divided park and garden. Pausing an instant, to see if any one awaited her beyond, she gave a great start, and looked as if she had encountered a ghost.
It was only Mrs. Vane; she often took early strolls in the park, followed by her man; Diana knew this, but had forgotten it in her new bliss. She was alone now, and as she seemed unconscious of her presence, Diana would have noiselessly withdrawn, had not a glimpse of Mrs. Vane"s face arrested and detained her. As if she had thrown herself down in a paroxysm of distress, sat Mrs. Vane, with both hands tightly clasped; her white lips were compressed, and in her eyes was a look of mingled pain, grief and despair. The most careless observer would have detected the presence of some great anxiety or sorrow, and Diana, made generous by the a.s.surance of her own happiness, for the first time felt a touch of pity for the woman of whom she had been both envious and jealous. Forgetting herself, she hastened forward, saying, kindly: "Are you suffering, Mrs. Vane? What can I do for you?"
Mrs. Vane started as if she had been shot, sprung to her feet, and, putting out her hands as if to keep the other off, cried, almost incoherently: "Go back! go back, and save yourself! For me you can do nothing-it is too late!"
"Indeed, I hope not. Tell me your trouble, and let me help you if I can," urged Diana, shocked yet not alarmed by the wildness of Mrs. Vane"s look and manner.
But she only clasped her hands before her face, saying, despairingly: "You could help both of us-but at what a price!"
"No price will be too costly, if I can honorably pay it. I have been unjust, unkind; forgive it, and confide in me; for, indeed, I pity you."
"Ah, if I dared!" sighed Mrs. Vane. "It seems impossible, and yet I ought-for you, not I, will suffer most from my enforced silence."
She paused an instant, seemed to calm herself by strong effort, and, fixing her mournful eyes upon Diana, she said, in a strangely solemn and impressive manner: "Miss Stuart, if ever a woman needed help and pity, it is I.
You have misjudged, distrusted and disliked me; I freely forgive this, and long to save you, as I alone can do. But a sacred promise fetters me-I dare not break it; yet if you will pledge your word to keep this interview secret, I will venture to give you one hint, one warning, which may save you from destroying your peace forever. Will you give me this a.s.surance?"
Diana shrunk back, disturbed and dismayed by the appeal and the requirement. Mrs. Vane saw her hesitation, and wrung her hands together in an agony of impotent regret: "I knew it-I feared it! you will not trust me-you will not let me ease my conscience by trying to save another woman from the fate that darkens all my life. Go your way, then, and when the bitter hour comes, remember that I tried to save you from it, and you would not hear me."
"Stay, Mrs. Vane! I do trust you-I will listen; and I give you my word that I will conceal this interview. Speak quickly-I must go," cried Diana, won to compliance even against her wishes.
"Stoop to me-not even the air must hear what I breathe. Ask Allan Douglas the mystery of his life, before you marry him, else you will rue the hour that you became his wife."
"Allan Douglas! You know his name? You know the secret of his past?" exclaimed Diana, lost in wonder.
"My husband knew him, and I-Hush! some one is coming. Quick! escape into the park, or your face will betray you. I can command myself; I will meet and accost whoever comes."
Before the rapid whisper ended, Diana was gone, and when Douglas came hastening to his tryst, he, too, found Mrs. Vane alone-and he, too, paused a moment, surprised to see her there. But the picture he saw was a very different one from that which arrested Diana. Great indeed must have been Mrs. Vane"s command of countenance, for no trace of agitation was visible, and never had she looked more lovely than now, as she stood with a handful of flowers in the white skirt of her dress, her bright hair blowing in the wind, her soft eyes fixed on vacancy, while a tranquil smile proved that her thoughts were happy ones. So young, so innocent, so blithe she looked, that Douglas involuntarily thought, with a touch of self-reproach: "Pretty creature! what injustice my ungallant simile did her last night! I ask her pardon." Then aloud, as he approached, "Good-morning, Mrs. Vane. I am off for an early stroll."
With the shy grace, the artless glance of a child, she looked up at him, offering a flower, and saying, as she smilingly moved on: "May it be a pleasant one."
It was not a pleasant one, however; and perhaps Mrs. Vane"s wish had been sweetly ironical. Diana greeted her lover coldly, listened to his avowal with an air of proud reserve, that contrasted strangely with the involuntary betrayals of love and joy that escaped her. Entirely laying aside the chilly gravity, the lofty manner, which was habitual to him, Douglas proved that he could woo ardently, and forget the pride of the man in the pa.s.sion of the lover. But when he sued for a verbal answer to his prayer, although he thought he read a.s.sent in the crimson cheek half turned away, the downcast eyes that would not meet his own, and the quick flutter of the heart that beat under his hand, he was thunderstruck at the change which pa.s.sed over Diana. She suddenly grew colorless and calm as any statue, and, freeing herself from his hold, fixed a searching look upon him, while she said, slowly and distinctly: "When you have told me the mystery of your life, I will give my answer to your love-not before."
"The mystery of my life!" he echoed, falling back a step or two, with such evident discomposure in face and manner, that Diana"s heart sank within her, though she answered, steadily: "Yes; I must know it, before I link my fate with yours."
"Who told you that I had one?" he demanded.
"Lady Lennox. I had heard the rumor before, but never gave it thought till she confirmed it. Now I wait for your explanation."
"It is impossible to give it; but I swear to you, Diana, that I am innocent of any act that could dishonor my name, or mar your peace, if it were known. The secret is not mine to tell; I have promised to keep it, and I cannot forfeit my word, even for your sake. Be generous; do not let mere curiosity or pique destroy my hopes, and make you cruel when you should be kind."
So earnestly he spoke, so tenderly he pleaded, that Diana"s purpose wavered, and would have failed her, had not the memory of Mrs. Vane"s strange warning returned to her, bringing with it other memories of other mysterious looks, hints and acts which had transpired since Douglas came. These recollections hardened her heart, confirmed her resolution, and gave her power to appear inexorable to the last.
"You mistake my motive, sir. Neither curiosity nor pique influenced me, but a just and natural desire to a.s.sure myself that in trusting my happiness to your keeping, I am not entailing regret upon myself, remorse upon you. I must know all your past, before I endanger my future; clear yourself from the suspicions that have long clung to you, and I am yours; remain silent, and we are nothing to each other from this day forth."
Her coldness chilled his pa.s.sion, her distrust irritated his pride; all the old hauteur returned fourfold, his eye grew hard, his voice bitter, and his whole manner showed that his will was as inflexible as hers.
"Are you resolved on making this unjust, ungenerous test of my affection, Miss Stuart?"
"I am."
"You have no faith in my honor, then?-no consideration for the hard strait in which my promise places me?-no compa.s.sion for the loss I must sustain in losing the love, respect and confidence of the woman dearest to me?"
"a.s.sure me that you are worthy of love, respect, confidence, and I gladly accord them to you."
"I cannot, in the way you demand. Will nothing else satisfy you?"
"Nothing!"
"Then, in your own words, we are nothing to one another from this day forth. Farewell, Diana!"
With an involuntary impulse, she put out her hand to detain him as he turned away. He took it, and, bending, kissed it, with a lingering fondness that nearly conquered her. The act, the look that accompanied it, the tremor of the lips that performed it, touched the poor girl"s heart, and words of free acceptance were rising to her lips, when, as he bent, a miniature, suspended by a chain of mingled hair and gold, swung forward from its hiding-place in his breast, and though she saw no face, the haste with which he replaced it roused all her suspicions again, and redoubled all her doubts. Scorning herself for her momentary weakness, the gesture of recall was changed to one of dismissal, as she withdrew her hand, and turned from him, with a quiet- "Farewell, then, forever!"
"One moment," he pleaded; "do not let us destroy the peace of both our lives by an unhappy secret which in no way but this can do us harm. Bear with me for a few days, Diana; think over this interview, remember my great love for you, let your own generous nature appeal to your pride, and perhaps time may show you that it is possible to love, trust and pardon me."
Glad of any delay which should spare her the pain of an immediate separation, she hesitated a moment, and then, with feigned reluctance, answered: "My visit was to have ended with the coming week; I will not shorten it, but give you till then to reconsider your decision, and by a full confession secure your happiness and my own."
Then they parted-not with the lingering adieux of happy lovers, but coldly, silently, like estranged friends-and each took a different way back, instead of walking blissfully together, as they had thought to do.
"Why so triste, Diana? One would think you had seen a ghost in the night, you look so pale and solemn. And, upon my word, Mr. Douglas looks as if he had seen one also," said Mrs. Berkeley, as they all gathered about the breakfast-table, two hours later.
"I did see one," answered Douglas, generously distracting general attention from Diana, who could ill sustain it.
"Last night?" exclaimed Mrs. Berkeley, full of interest at once.
"Yes, madam-at one o"clock last night."
"How charming! Tell us all about it; I dote upon ghosts, yet never saw one," said Mrs. Vane.
Douglas narrated his adventure. The elder ladies looked disturbed, Diana incredulous; and Mrs. Vane filled the room with her silvery laughter, as Harry protested that no ghost belonged to the house, and George explained the mystery as being the nightmare.
"I never have it; neither do I walk in my sleep, and seldom dream," replied Douglas. "I perfectly remember rising, partially dressing, and going down to the library, up the private stairs, and examining the door. This may be proved by the key, now changed to my side of the lock, and the train of wax which dropped from my candle as I hurried along."
"What woke you?" asked Mrs. Vane.
"I cannot tell; some slight sound, probably, although I do not remember hearing any, and fancy it was an instinctive sense of danger."
"That door could not have been opened without much noise, for the key was rusted in the lock. We tried to turn it the other day, and could not, so were forced to go round by the great gallery to reach that room."
Diana spoke, and for the first time since they parted in the park, Douglas looked at and addressed her.
"You have explored the private pa.s.sage, then, and tried the door? May I ask when?"
"Harry was showing us the house; anything mysterious pleased us, so we went up, tried the rusty key, and, finding it immovable, we came down again."
"Of whom was the party composed?"
"My aunt, Mrs. Vane, and myself, accompanied by Harry."
"Then I must accuse Harry of the prank, for both key and lock have been newly oiled, and the door opens easily and noiselessly, as you may prove, if you like. He must have had an accomplice among the house-maids, for it was a woman"s hand that took the ring. She doubtless pa.s.sed it to him, and while I was preparing to sally forth, both ran away-one to hide, the other to wait till I left my room, when he slipped in and restored the ring. Was that it, Hal?"
As Douglas spoke, all looked at Harry; but the boy shook his head, and triumphantly appealed to his brother.
"George will tell you that your accusation is entirely unjust; and as he sat up till dawn, writing poetry, I could not have left him without his knowledge."
"True, Hal-you had nothing to do with it, I know. Did you distinctly see the hand that purloined your ring, Earl?" asked Lennox, anxious to divert attention from the revelation of his poetical amus.e.m.e.nts.
"No; the room was dusky, and the hand m.u.f.fled in something dark. But it was no ghostly hand, for as it was hastily withdrawn when I sprang up, the wrapper slipped aside, and I saw white human flesh, and the outlines of a woman"s arm."
"Was it a beautiful arm?" asked Lennox, with his eyes upon Mrs. Vane"s, which lay like a piece of sculptured marble against the red velvet cushion of her chair.
"Very beautiful, I should say; for in that hasty glimpse it looked too fair to belong to any servant, and when I found this hanging to the lock, I felt a.s.sured that my spirit was a lady, for house-maids do not wear anything like this, I fancy;" and Douglas produced a shred of black lace, evidently torn from some costly flounce or scarf.
The ladies put their heads together over the sc.r.a.p, and all p.r.o.nounced it quite impossible for any dressing-maid to have come honestly by such expensive tr.i.m.m.i.n.g as this must have been.
"It looks as if it had belonged to a deeply scalloped flounce," said Mrs. Vane. "Who of us wears such? Miss Stuart, you are in black; have I not seen you with a tr.i.m.m.i.n.g like this?"
"You forget-I wear no tr.i.m.m.i.n.g but c.r.a.pe. This never was part of a flounce, it is the corner of a shawl. You see how unequally rounded the two sides are; and no flounce was ever scalloped so deeply as this," returned Diana.
"How acute you are, Di! It is, so I really believe. See how exactly this bit compares with the corner of my Shetland breakfast-shawl, made to imitate lace. Who wears a black lace shawl? Neither Di nor myself," said Mrs. Berkeley.
"Mrs. Vane often wears one."
Diana uttered the name with significance, and Douglas stirred a little, as if she had put into words some vague idea of his own. Mrs. Vane shrugged her shoulders, sipped her coffee, and answered, tranquilly: "So does Lady Lennox; but I will bear all the suspicions of phantom folly, and when I dress for dinner will put on every rag of lace I possess, so that you may compare this bit, and prove me guilty if it gives you pleasure. Though what object I could have in running about in the dark, oiling door-locks, stealing rings and frightening gentlemen, is not as clear to me as it appears to be to you-probably because I am not as much interested in the sufferer."
Diana looked embarra.s.sed, Lady Lennox grave, and, as if weary of the subject, Douglas thrust the shred of lace into his waistcoat pocket, and proposed a riding-party. Miss Stuart preferred driving her aunt in the pony-carriage, but Mrs. Vane accepted the invitation, and made George Lennox wretched by accepting the loan of one of Earl"s horses in preference to his own, which she had ridden the day before. When she appeared, ready for the expedition, glances of admiration shone in the eyes of all the gentlemen, even the gloomy Douglas, as he watched her, wondering if the piquant figure before him could be the same that he had seen in the garden, looking like a lovely, dreaming child. Her black habit, with its velvet facings, set off her lithe figure to a charm; her hair shone like imprisoned sunshine through the scarlet net that held it, and her face looked bewilderingly brilliant and arch in the shadow of a cavalier hat, with its graceful plume.
As Douglas bent to offer his hand in mounting her, she uttered an exclamation of pain, and caught at his arm to keep herself from falling. Involuntarily he sustained her, and for an instant she leaned upon him, with her face hidden in his breast, as if to conceal some convulsion of suffering.