And Barton chuckled as he looked at the beautiful woman whose face was so pale in the moonlight.
Perfectly calm, since she felt able now to resist Barton"s mesmeric power, Miriam stepped into the library.
"Come in here, Mr. Barton," said she imperiously, "I must speak to you."
Somewhat surprised at her tone, Barton followed her, and, having made fast the window, looked at her in the yellow lamplight.
Miriam, with her hands loosely clasped on her black dress, looked, in her turn, without flinching, at this man who considered himself her master. His eyes--wicked as they were--fell before that clear resolute gaze.
"Well, what is it?" he asked roughly, and threw himself into a chair.
Still standing, Miriam replied to this question quietly and with curtness.
"I wish to go away."
"Indeed! You wish to go away--why?"
"Because I am not happy here, and I am doing no good."
"Indeed, I think you are doing a great deal of good," replied Barton, with a gentleness far from common with him. "You are making a man of d.i.c.ky. You have rescued him from the influence of his foolish mother.
Come, Miriam, let us sit down and talk this over."
"I am fond of d.i.c.ky," said Miriam, taking a seat; "he is a good child and very lovable. If it were only d.i.c.ky I should not mind. But his mother is jealous of me. She hates me; so does that Marsh girl. They would do me an injury if they could. Besides," added she, looking very earnestly at Barton, "I do not quite understand you--why did you rescue me in London, and bring me down here?"
Barton rose, and began to pace to and fro. He prefaced his speech with his customary chuckle.
"Oh, it was no philanthropy, believe me," he said. "If you had been a plain woman, you might have gone your way. I told you that before. As it was, I saw that you were not--in fact, not only were you a beautiful woman, which was necessary to my plans, but you were a good one into the bargain. I knew that, notwithstanding your somewhat equivocal position when we met on Waterloo Bridge. So I brought you here. You know why."
"I know what you said--that you wished me to marry some one in whom you were interested, and the other day you pointed out Mr. Arkel as the gentleman. But why do you wish me to marry him?"
"I"ll tell you that later. But, say, have I not been good to you--bad man as you think me to be?"
"In a manner you have, but I cannot disguise from myself that what you have done has been to your own ends. You have given me money for myself and Jabez, and you have obtained me this situation----"
"You forget--there is something else. Did I not promise you two hundred pounds if you succeeded in marrying Gerald, and taking him away from that shallow hussy?"
"Yes, and I accepted your offer, so that Jabez might go to America, and there start afresh--it was for his sake I did it."
"He is not worthy of it, believe me."
Miriam made a gesture of despair.
"Perhaps not; but knowing what you do you cannot wonder at my anxiety to help him all I can--yes, even if to do it, I have to marry at your bidding."
"But Gerald is a handsome fellow, Miriam. I can"t see what you have to complain of!"
"This," she replied pa.s.sionately, "that my feelings threaten to upset your scheme--that is what I complain of. If this marriage were one of cold calculation, if I had but to play my _role_ of adventuress, and marry your nephew, perhaps I could do it, and perhaps from a sense of duty I could make him a better wife than Miss Marsh is likely to do. But I----" She paused, and dropped her voice to a lower tone. "But I already have a--a very sincere regard for Mr. Arkel."
"All the better; it will be so much the easier for you to carry out your part of the bargain."
"No," Miriam rose grandly. "As an instrument for the sake of Jabez, I was willing to be used, but as a woman--a woman who feels, who, as I tell you, already has a feeling of respect, of regard, of----No, Mr.
Barton, I will not consent to marry him, unless--unless, perchance, things should come about differently."
"What about Jabez then, and his new life in America?"
Miriam"s head sank, and she clasped her hands together with a gesture of pain.
"I don"t know--I must think--I must consider myself as well as Jabez. He has brought me low enough as it is without my sacrificing my last shred of womanly pride for his sake--anything but that. I would do much for him. Yes, I may as well confess it, I love Mr. Arkel; whatever you may think of me, I love him. I suppose it is because you are such a stone--because I hardly look upon you as flesh and blood--that I can bring myself to say this to you. But it is true, true. You cannot understand the birth of such a feeling in a woman"s heart. But she knows it, and cannot mistake it. I love Gerald Arkel. But I would not marry him unless he loved me--no, not for thousands! That is why I say I wish to leave, Mr. Barton."
"But, my good young woman, this is most extraordinary--you have hardly seen the man. I should have thought you had a mind above the fascination of good looks."
"His looks have nothing to do with it. But pray spare me. You cannot understand. Consider my position, Mr. Barton. I have laid bare my soul to you. I should love him were he ever so ugly--perhaps, who knows, he may come to love me, though I can hardly believe such happiness will ever be mine--there, now you know!"
"Would you tell him your past?"
"Yes, even at the risk of his shrinking from me in horror. I am not a wicked woman, you know that, whatever my past may have been."
"Quite so. That is exactly why I want you to marry Gerald."
"But why, why?--me, a n.o.body, why should you want _me_ to marry him?"
Barton"s brow gathered. He resumed his seat.
"I will tell you why in a very few words," he said grimly and savagely.
There was a look almost of insanity in his eyes. "It is because I seek revenge--revenge against the woman who ruined my life--his mother!"
CHAPTER VI.
MRS. DARROW"S BOMBSh.e.l.l.
For a moment Miriam stood aghast at the man"s abandoned confession of his feelings. How anyone could nurse such venom in his breast it was beyond her to conceive.
"It is very terrible, this idea of yours, Mr. Barton," she said; "to me very horrible! Do you mean to say that you would make the living suffer for an imaginary wrong done you by the dead? for I cannot but think it is imaginary."
Barton scowled, and gripped the arm of his chair.
"Miriam Crane," he said, "you don"t know what you are talking about.
Gerald"s mother--my sister--ruined my life--ruined it as utterly and hopelessly as ever man"s life was ruined. Thirty years ago I had the chance of marrying the woman I loved, of settling down and becoming a decent member of society, of having my wretched hereditary weaknesses curbed by a gentle wife--in a word, the chance of happiness was mine, and this fiend-woman, Flora, sister of my blood, put an end to it. For that, I hated her while she lived. I hate her memory a thousand times more now that she is dead. For me, her son represents her, and he must bear the punishment she escaped."
"But how--why? I do not understand. You seek to punish him by marrying him to me? I am surely not such a pariah as that?"
"Of course you do not understand--how should you? Later on perhaps you will understand many things that seem unintelligible to you now."
"I shall never understand that the innocent should suffer for the guilty."