Arthur followed him mechanically, and like one in a dream. They stepped into the carriage and were driven rapidly away; but Arthur, as he leaned back exhausted in his seat, murmured sorrowfully:
"And poor little Mary, too! Who will befriend her now?"
CHAPTER XV.
In the upper apartment of a cottage standing alone by the roadside on the outskirts of Boston, Miranda, pale and dejected, sat gazing vacantly at the light of the solitary lamp that lit the room. The clock was striking midnight, and the driving rain beat dismally against the window-blinds. But one month had pa.s.sed since her elopement with Philip Searle, yet her wan cheeks and altered aspect revealed how much of suffering can be crowded into that little s.p.a.ce of time. She started from her revery when the striking of the timepiece told the lateness of the hour. Heavy footsteps sounded upon the stairway, and, while she listened, Philip, followed by Bradshaw, entered the room abruptly.
"How is this?" asked Philip, angrily. "Why are you not in bed?"
"I did not know it was so late, Philip," she answered, in a deprecating tone. "I was half asleep upon the rocking-chair, listening to the storm. It"s a bad night, Philip. How wet you are!"
He brushed off the hand she had laid upon his shoulder, and muttered, with bad humor:
"I"ve told you a dozen times I don"t want you to sit up for me. Fetch the brandy and gla.s.ses, and go to bed."
"Oh, Philip, it is so late! Don"t drink: to-night, Philip. You are wet, and you look tired. Come to bed."
"Do as I tell you," he answered, roughly, flinging himself into a chair, and beckoning Bradshaw to a seat. Miranda sighed, and brought the bottle and gla.s.ses from the closet.
"Now, you go to sleep, do you hear; and don"t be whining and crying all night, like a sick girl."
The poor girl moved slowly to the door, and turned at the threshold.
"Good night, Philip."
"Oh, good night--there, get along," he cried, impatiently, without looking at her, and gulping down a tumblerful of spirits. Miranda closed the door and left the two men alone together.
They remained silent for a while, Bradshaw quietly sipping his liquor, and Philip evidently disturbed and angry.
"You"re sure "twas she?" he asked at last.
"Oh, bother!" replied Bradshaw. "I"m not a mole nor a blind man. Don"t I know Moll when I see her?"
"Curse her! she"ll stick to me like a leech. What could have brought her here? Do you think she"s tracked me?"
"She"d track you through fire, if she once got on the scent. Moll ain"t the gal to be fooled, and you know it."
"What"s to be done?"
"Move out of this. Take the girl to Virginia. You"ll be safe enough there."
"You"re right, Bradshaw. It"s the best way. I ought to have done it at first. But, hang the girl, she"ll weary me to death with her sermons and crying fits. Moll"s worth two of her for that, matter--she scolds, but at least she never would look like a stuck fawn when I came home a little queer. For the matter of that, she don"t mind a spree herself at times." And, emptying his gla.s.s, the libertine laughed at the remembrance of some past orgies.
While he was thus, in his half-drunken mood, consoling himself for present perplexities by dwelling upon the baccha.n.a.lian joys of other days, a carriage drove up the street, and stopped before the door. Soon afterward, the hall bell was rung, and Philip, alarmed and astonished, started from his seat.
"Who"s that?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
"Don"t know," replied his companion.
"She couldn"t have traced me here already--unless you have betrayed me, Bradshaw," he added suddenly, darting a suspicious glance upon his comrade.
"You"re just drunk enough to be a fool," replied Bradshaw, rising from his seat, as a second summons, more violent than the first, echoed through the corridors. "I"ll go down and see what"s the matter. Some one"s mistaken the house, I suppose. That"s all."
"Let no one in, Bradshaw," cried Philip, as that worthy left the room.
He descended the stairs, opened the door, and presently afterward the carriage drove rapidly away. Philip, who had been listening earnestly, could hear the sound of the wheels as they whirled over the pavement.
"All right," he said, as he applied himself once more to the bottle before him. "Some fool has mistaken his whereabouts. Curse me, but I"m getting as nervous as an old woman."
He was in the act of lifting the gla.s.s to his lips, when the door was flung wide open. The gla.s.s fell from his hands, and shivered upon the floor. Moll stood before him.
She stood at the threshold with a wicked gleam in her eye, and a smile of triumph upon her lips; then advanced into the room, closed the door quietly, locked it, seated herself composedly in the nearest chair, and filled herself a gla.s.s of spirits. Philip glared upon her with an expression of mingled anger, fear and wonderment.
"Are you a devil? Where in thunder did you spring from?" he asked at last.
"You"ll make me a devil, with your tricks, Philip Searle," she said, sipping the liquor, and looking at him wickedly over the rim of the tumbler.
"Ha! ha! ha!" she laughed aloud, as he muttered a curse between his clenched teeth, "I"m not the country girl, Philip dear, that I was when you whispered your sweet nonsense in my ear. I know your game, my bully boy, and I"ll play you card for card."
"Bradshaw" shouted Philip, going to the door and striving to open it.
"It"s no use," she said, "I"ve got the key in my pocket. Sit down. I want to talk to you. Don"t be a fool."
"Where"s Bradshaw, Moll?"
"At the depot by this time, I fancy, for the carriage went off at a deuce of a rate."
She laughed again, while he paced the room with angry strides.
""Twas he, then, that betrayed me. The villain! I"ll have his life for that, as I"m a sinner."
"Your a great sinner; Philip Searle. Sit down, now, and be quiet.
Where"s the girl?"
"What girl?"
"Miranda Ayleff. The girl you"ve ruined; the girl you"ve put in my place, and that I"ve come to drive out of it. Where is she?"
"Don"t speak so loud, Moll. Be quiet, can"t you? See here, Moll," he continued, drawing a chair to her side, and speaking in his old winning way--"see here, Moll: why can"t you just let this matter stand as it is, and take your share of the plunder? You know I don"t care about the girl; so what difference does it make to you, if we allow her to think that she"s my lawful wife? Come, give us a kiss, Moll, and let"s hear no more about it."
"Honey won"t catch such an old fly as I am, Philip," replied the woman, but with a gentled tone. "Where is the girl?" she asked suddenly, starting from the chair. "I want to see her. Is she in there?"
"No," said Philip, quickly, and rising to her pa.s.sage to the door of Miranda"s chamber. "She is not there, Moll; you can"t see her. Are you crazy? You"d frighten the poor girl out of her senses."
"She"s in there. I"m going in to speak with her. Yes I shall, Philip, and you needn"t stop me."