"Nothing--we have never spoken of the subject. Where is my brother Owen?
I want him, I want him!"
"He is coming by-and-by. Come to the station to meet him--do," implored Springrove. "If Mr. Manston comes, he will keep you from me: I am n.o.body," he added bitterly, feeling the reproach her words had faintly shadowed forth.
"Mr. Manston is only gone out to post a letter he has just written," she said, and without being distinctly cognizant of the action, she wildly looked for her bonnet and cloak, and began putting them on, but in the act of fastening them uttered a spasmodic cry.
"No, I"ll not go out with you," she said, flinging the articles down again. Running to the door she flitted along the pa.s.sage, and downstairs.
"Give me a private room--quite private," she said breathlessly to some one below.
"Number twelve is a single room, madam, and unoccupied," said some tongue in astonishment.
Without waiting for any person to show her into it, Cytherea hurried upstairs again, brushed through the corridor, entered the room specified, and closed the door. Edward heard her sob out--
"n.o.body but Owen shall speak to me--n.o.body!"
"He will be here directly," said Springrove, close against the panel, and then went towards the stairs. He had seen her; it was enough.
He descended, stepped into the street, and hastened to meet Owen at the railway-station.
As for the poor maiden who had received the news, she knew not what to think. She listened till the echo of Edward"s footsteps had died away, then bowed her face upon the bed. Her sudden impulse had been to escape from sight. Her weariness after the unwonted strain, mental and bodily, which had been put upon her by the scenes she had pa.s.sed through during the long day, rendered her much more timid and shaken by her position than she would naturally have been. She thought and thought of that single fact which had been told her--that the first Mrs. Manston was still living--till her brain seemed ready to burst its confinement with excess of throbbing. It was only natural that she should, by degrees, be unable to separate the discovery, which was matter of fact, from the suspicion of treachery on her husband"s part, which was only matter of inference. And thus there arose in her a personal fear of him.
"Suppose he should come in now and seize me!" This at first mere frenzied supposition grew by degrees to a definite horror of his presence, and especially of his intense gaze. Thus she raised herself to a heat of excitement, which was none the less real for being vented in no cry of any kind. No; she could not meet Manston"s eye alone, she would only see him in her brother"s company.
Almost delirious with this idea, she ran and locked the door to prevent all possibility of her intentions being nullified, or a look or word being flung at her by anybody whilst she knew not what she was.
8. HALF-PAST EIGHT O"CLOCK P.M.
Then Cytherea felt her way amid the darkness of the room till she came to the head of the bed, where she searched for the bell-rope and gave it a pull. Her summons was speedily answered by the landlady herself, whose curiosity to know the meaning of these strange proceedings knew no bounds. The landlady attempted to turn the handle of the door. Cytherea kept the door locked. "Please tell Mr. Manston when he comes that I am ill," she said from the inside, "and that I cannot see him."
"Certainly I will, madam," said the landlady. "Won"t you have a fire?"
"No, thank you."
"Nor a light?"
"I don"t want one, thank you."
"Nor anything?"
"Nothing."
The landlady withdrew, thinking her visitor half insane.
Manston came in about five minutes later, and went at once up to the sitting-room, fully expecting to find his wife there. He looked round, rang, and was told the words Cytherea had said, that she was too ill to be seen.
"She is in number twelve room," added the maid.
Manston was alarmed, and knocked at the door. "Cytherea!"
"I am unwell, I cannot see you," she said.
"Are you seriously ill, dearest? Surely not."
"No, not seriously."
"Let me come in; I will get a doctor."
"No, he can"t see me either."
"She won"t open the door, sir, not to n.o.body at all!" said the chambermaid, with wonder-waiting eyes.
"Hold your tongue, and be off!" said Manston with a snap.
The maid vanished.
"Come, Cytherea, this is foolish--indeed it is--not opening the door....
I cannot comprehend what can be the matter with you. Nor can a doctor either, unless he sees you."
Her voice had trembled more and more at each answer she gave, but nothing could induce her to come out and confront him. Hating scenes, Manston went back to the sitting-room, greatly irritated and perplexed.
And there Cytherea from the adjoining room could hear him pacing up and down. She thought, "Suppose he insists upon seeing me--he probably may--and will burst open the door!" This notion increased, and she sank into a corner in a half-somnolent state, but with ears alive to the slightest sound. Reason could not overthrow the delirious fancy that outside her door stood Manston and all the people in the hotel, waiting to laugh her to scorn.
9. HALF-PAST EIGHT TO ELEVEN P.M.
In the meantime, Springrove was pacing up and down the arrival platform of the railway-station. Half-past eight o"clock--the time at which Owen"s train was due--had come, and pa.s.sed, but no train appeared.
"When will the eight-thirty train be in?" he asked of a man who was sweeping the mud from the steps.
"She is not expected yet this hour."
"How is that?"
"Christmas-time, you see, "tis always so. People are running about to see their friends. The trains have been like it ever since Christmas Eve, and will be for another week yet."
Edward again went on walking and waiting under the draughty roof. He found it utterly impossible to leave the spot. His mind was so intent upon the importance of meeting with Owen, and informing him of Cytherea"s whereabouts, that he could not but fancy Owen might leave the station un.o.bserved if he turned his back, and become lost to him in the streets of the town.
The hour expired. Ten o"clock struck. "When will the train be in?" said Edward to the telegraph clerk.
"In five-and-thirty minutes. She"s now at L----. They have extra pa.s.sengers, and the rails are bad to-day."
At last, at a quarter to eleven, the train came in.
The first to alight from it was Owen, looking pale and cold. He casually glanced round upon the nearly deserted platform, and was hurrying to the outlet, when his eyes fell upon Edward. At sight of his friend he was quite bewildered, and could not speak.
"Here I am, Mr. Graye," said Edward cheerfully. "I have seen Cytherea, and she has been waiting for you these two or three hours."
Owen took Edward"s hand, pressed it, and looked at him in silence. Such was the concentration of his mind, that not till many minutes after did he think of inquiring how Springrove had contrived to be there before him.