"But Hilda will be true," he thought. "She is too fond of me to lose me!"
She entered the room alone, red-eyed and pale, but with a look of determination on her face which sent a chill through Arkel"s heart the moment he saw it. He rose to meet her, holding out his arms in welcome.
Her name sprang to his lips. But she waved him back.
"No, no, Gerald! I cannot! I cannot! We must part."
"We will not part!" cried the man furiously. "You love me and I love you--no one has the right to part us."
"I must obey my parents."
"Not if they counsel you wrongly."
"Do they counsel me wrongly?" asked Hilda. "Gerald, do be reasonable--you are poor; I am poor. How can we marry?"
"I will work for you, Hilda--with you I can do anything!"
The girl shook her head sadly.
"If you were any other sort of man than what you are, perhaps," she said with relentless common-sense. "But I know you better than you do yourself. You love pleasure and you hate work. You have always pursued the one and avoided the other. I hate poverty with all the loathing of a lifetime. We should soon tire of each other. Believe me, Gerald, love in a cottage would not suit either of us. It would be madness to attempt it. Fond as I am of you I cannot contemplate it. It isn"t to be thought of."
"So you really give me up?" cried he in anger.
She bowed her head.
"For both our sakes I give you up."
"You never really cared for me!"
"I did--I do. You are the only man I ever loved; but I cannot blind myself even so. If you had only a small income I would marry you; or if you had a strong will or a clever brain I would marry you. But, Gerald, dear Gerald, you know you have neither. You are the dearest fellow in the world; yes, and the handsomest, and the nicest, but--but without an income! No, dear, it would never do. We should grow to hate each other in no time. Take my advice: marry a rich woman, and you will be happy."
He looked at her for a moment, and tried to speak. Then his fury overcame him, and he grew scarlet in the face and inarticulate. Alarmed at his violence Hilda ran out of the room. As she opened the door her father appeared.
"Arkel, Arkel, what is this?" he said. "Control yourself, man, control yourself."
Gerald staggered forward and clutched the doctor"s arm. Again he tried to speak, but failed to articulate a word. Then, with a pitiable cry, he fell senseless to the floor.
"Ah," said the doctor, bending over him with professional calm, "even were you rich as Croesus, you are not the husband for my child."
"What is it?" cried Mrs. Marsh coming on the scene.
"Nothing--don"t alarm yourself. Just a little exhibition of the Barton family nerves, my dear, that"s all. Neurosis, neurosis: that ever tabooed word! It came out queerly enough in the uncle, goodness knows! I wonder what shape it"s going to take now in the nephew?"
"Has he given up Hilda?"
"Well, no; but she"s given him up. Wait here, Amelia. I must get something from the surgery."
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE REWARD OF MIRIAM.
Mrs. Perks received her quondam lodger with much show of heartiness.
During those few weeks" stay at the Pitt Hotel, while she had been recruiting her shattered health prior to taking up the engagement at Lesser Thorpe, Miriam had endeared herself to the little woman. And Mrs.
Perks, although snappish, distrustful, and burdened by the many cares and hardened by the experience of sordid London life, was, nevertheless--as she said herself--not slow to recognise a good woman when she saw one, and she had long since admitted Miriam in her own mind to that category. She had regretted Miss Crane"s departure sincerely, and now welcomed her even more so.
"You shall "ave your own bed and sitting-room," she said, drawing her shawl tightly round her spare form, "and that for as long as you likes.
Don"t offer me money, or I shall refuse it with scorn; so don"t offer it, I begs."
"But I can"t live on you for nothing, Mrs. Perks."
"If it"s pride which sticks in your throat," said the landlady rubbing her nose, "there is the "ouse accounts which I can"t do nowise, not "aving an intelligent "ead for figures. Do them for me, Miss Cranes, and you"ll be paying me "andsome."
"I"ll do the accounts with pleasure," replied Miriam, thankful for the opportunity of thus paying her way; "and if you accept payment for my board and lodging like that, I shall be only too pleased."
So the bargain was struck, and Miriam undertook to balance the finances of the Pitt Hotel, which, to speak truly, were in a sad muddle. Mrs.
Perks was a good landlady, an excellent housekeeper, but when it came to figures, Mrs. Perks was not in the first flight. The hotel, though by no means a high cla.s.s one, paid well enough. Those who patronised it were of the shabby-genteel order. Would-be authors, frowsy foreigners, shabby ne"er-do-weels, came here for bed and board; and Mrs. Perks, as hard as a diamond if not so brilliant, screwed money out of them somehow. But the fact that they generally came again argued that even pertinacious and dogged as she was, Mrs. Perks had something on the other side which more than counterbalanced her capabilities in this direction. There were those who could speak very feelingly of the natural kindness within Mrs.
Perks, and of her invariable readiness to hold out a helping hand to the unfortunate. A hard woman, a sordid woman, yet a true woman withal, and therefore capable of a great tenderness. There were many worse people than Mrs. Perks.
As the days went by and Miriam grew in favour, the landlady contracted the habit of taking tea with her in the bed-sitting room which was her abode for the time. And on these occasions, softened by the tea and mellowed by the toast, the old lady was wont to wax confidential, and talk a great deal about the late Mr. Barton. But what had been the true state of affairs between them Miriam never learned. Mrs. Perks was quite able, and evidently intended, to keep that to herself. For the rest she spoke both good and ill of the Squire, though on the whole she seemed in nowise to grieve that he was no more.
"Ah, Miss Cranes," she sighed on one of these occasions, "he was a bad "un, was Mr. Barton; in fact, I don"t think I ever knowed a wuss. Yet he "ad "is good points too. You couldn"t call "im "oly and you couldn"t call "im wicious; he was betwixt and between like--a Moses and a Judas--and where he"s gone to is more than I can tell."
"I suppose you know all about his life in London?"
"I do and I don"t, Miss Cranes. He "elps me to take this "otel, and I paid off the money "e advanced, so "im and me was quits. But although I was "ouse-keeper at the Manor House some time, and "e put me "ere in the way of earnin" my own livin", it wasn"t a good "eart as made "im do it--oh dear no, not at all. He wanted a home "ere where "e could go and come without bein" talked about."
"Why, where did he use to go?"
"Ah!"--Mrs. Perks sniffed significantly--"where didn"t he go? Slums was pleasures to "im and criminals delights. Lor", Miss Cranes, if you only knowed the awful people as called "ere to see Mr. Bartons, your blood would freeze in your veins!"
"Did you ever happen to notice a tall dark man, wearing a black cloak?"
"Wot, with a white face and a scar on it? Ah, that I did. What "is name was, I didn"t rightly know. The Shadder Mr. Barton called "im, and shadder "e was in his comin"s and goin"s, an" no mistake. "E was a bad "un, that Shadder, and I believe "e did all Mr. Barton"s wicked work for "im. I never looked in the noospapers, Miss Cranes, but I expected to see a "orrid murder by the Shadder and Mr. Bartons, but some"ow they managed to keep clear of the gallers."
"It was extraordinary his connection with that man," a.s.sented Miriam. "I can"t think what he kept him for--there"s no doubt he employed him regularly."
Mrs. Perks tossed her head, rose and tightened her shawl again.
"Oh, I don"t know. I never saw anything wrong except that Mr. Bartons came "ome at all hours, and let all kinds of "orrid creatures call on "im; but I"m sure there was some devilment goin" on. Not that I ought to be surprised," cackled Mrs. Perks, "for the Bartons family was all of "em mad as March "ares."
"Mad?"
"Yes, Miss Cranes. His father drank "orrid, and he was fond of low company for some wickedness I couldn"t rightly make out. Mrs. Arkel, his sister, "ad the temper of a demon, and Mrs. Darrow, his niece, "as the same, as no doubts you know well. As for young Mr. Arkel, "e"s on "is way to die of strong drink."
Miriam felt a thrill.