"Yes, sir. He came in at four and has been waiting for you, as you directed, sir."
"Tell him that I would like to see him at once in the library," said Mr.
Thorpe.
"Yes, sir," said Wade, and for the first time in years his patient smile a.s.sumed the proportions of a grin. He did not have to be told that Anne"s presence in the house was not to be made known to Braden. All that he was expected to do was to inform the young man that his grandfather wanted to see him in the library,-at once.
And so it came to pa.s.s that three minutes later, Braden and Anne were face to face with each other, and old Mr. Thorpe had redeemed his promise.
Of the two, Braden was the more surprised. The girl"s misgivings had prepared her for just such a crisis as this. Something told her the instant she set foot inside the house that she was to be tricked. In a flash she realised that Mr. Thorpe himself was responsible for the encounter she had dreaded. It was impossible to suspect Braden of being a party to the scheme. He was petrified. There could be no doubt that he had been tricked quite as cleverly as she.
But what could have been in the old man"s design? Was it a trap? Did he expect her to rush into Braden"s arms? Was he lurking behind some near-by curtain to witness her surrender? Was he putting her to the test, or was it his grandson who was on trial?
Here was the supreme crisis in the life of Anne Tresslyn: the turning point. Her whole being cried out against this crafty trick. One word now from Braden would have altered the whole course of her life. In eager silence she stood on the thin edge of circ.u.mstance, ready to fall as the wind blew strongest. She was in revolt. If this stupefied, white-faced young man had but called out to her: "Anne! Anne, my darling! Come!" she would have laughed in triumph over the outcome of the old man"s test, and all the years of her life would have been filled with sweetness. She would have gone to him.
But, alas, those were not the words that fell from his lips, and the fate of Anne Tresslyn was sealed as she stood there watching him with wide- spread eyes.
"I prefer to see you in your own home," he said, a flush of anger spreading over his face; "not here in my grandfather"s house."
There was no mistaking his meaning. He thought she had come there to see him,-ay, conceivably had planned this very situation! She started. It was like a slap in the face. Then she breathed once more, and realised that she had not drawn a breath since he entered the room. Her life had been standing still, waiting till these few stupendous seconds were over. Now they were gone and she could take up life where it had left off. The tightness in her throat relaxed. The crisis was over, the turning point was behind her. He had failed her, and he would have to pay. He would have to pay with months, even years of waiting. For it had never occurred to Anne Tresslyn to doubt that he would come to her in good and proper time!
She could not speak at once. Her response was not ready. She was collecting herself. Given the time, she would rise above the mischief that confounded her. To have uttered the words that hung unuttered on her lips would have glorified him and brought shame to her pride forever more. Five words trembled there awaiting deliverance and they were good and honest words-"Take me back, Braden darling!" They were never spoken. They were formed to answer a different call from him. She checked them in time.
"I did not come here to see you," she said at last, standing very straight beside the table. He was just inside the door leading to the hall. "Whose trick is this,-yours or Mr. Thorpe"s?"
Enlightenment flashed into his eyes. "By Jove!" he exclaimed. "He said he would do it, and he has made good. This is his way of-" He broke off in the middle of the sentence. In an instant he had whirled about and the door was closed with a bang.
She started forward, her hand pressed to her quick-beating heart, real fear in her eyes. What was in his mind? Was this insanity? She had read of men driven mad by disappointment who brutally set upon and killed-But he was facing her now, and she stopped short. His jaw was set but there was no insane light in the eyes that regarded her so steadily. Somehow-and suddenly-her composure was restored. She was not afraid of him. She was not afraid of the hands and arms that had caressed her so tenderly, nor was she afraid of the words that were to fall from the lips that had kissed hers so many times. He was merely going to plead with her, and she was well prepared for that.
For weeks and weeks she had been preparing herself for this unhappy moment. She knew that the time would come when she would have to face him and defend herself. She would have to deny the man she loved. She would have to tell him that she was going for a higher price than he could pay.
The time had come and she was ready. The weakness of the minute before had pa.s.sed-pa.s.sed with his failure to strike when, with all her heart and soul, she wanted him to strike.
"You need not be frightened," he said, subduing his voice with an effort.
"Let us take time to steady ourselves. We have a good deal to say to each other. Let"s be careful not to waste words, now that we"re face to face at last."
"I am quite calm," she said, stock-still beside the table. "Why should I be frightened? I am the last person in the world that you would strike, Braden." She was that sure of him!
"Strike? Good G.o.d, why should that have entered your head?"
"One never knows," she said. "I was startled. I was afraid-at first. You implied a moment ago that I had arranged for this meeting. Surely you understand that I-"
"My grandfather arranged it," he interrupted. "There"s no use beating about the bush. I told him that I would not believe this thing of you unless I had it from your own lips. You would not see me. You were not permitted to see me. I told him that you were being forced into this horrible marriage, that your mother was afraid to let me have a single word with you. He laughed at me. He said that you were going into it with your eyes open, that you were obeying your mother willingly, that you-"
"Pardon me," she interrupted coldly. "Is your grandfather secreted somewhere near so that he may be able to enjoy the-"
"I don"t know, and I don"t care. Let him hear if he wants to. Why should either of us care? He knows all there is to know about you and he certainly appreciates my position. We may as well speak freely. It will not make the slightest difference, one way or the other, so far as he is concerned. He knows perfectly well that you are not marrying him for love, or respect, or even position. So let"s speak plainly. I say that he arranged this meeting between us. He brought you here, and he sent upstairs for me to join him in this room. Well, you see he isn"t here. We are quite alone. He is fair to both of us. He is giving me my chance and he is giving you yours. It only remains for us to settle the matter here and now. I know all of the details of this disgusting compact. I know that you are to have two million dollars settled upon you the day you are married-oh, I know the whole of it! Now, there"s just one thing to be settled between you and me: are you going ahead with it or are you going to be an honest woman and marry the man you love?"
He did not leave her much to stand upon. She had expected him to go about it in an entirely different way. She had counted upon an impa.s.sioned plea for himself, not this terse, cold-blooded, almost unemotional summing up of the situation. For an instant she was at a loss. It was hard to look into his honest eyes. A queer, unformed doubt began to torment her, a doubt that grew into a question later on: was he still in love with her?
"And what if I do not care to discuss my private affairs with you?" she said, playing for time.
"Don"t fence, Anne," he said sternly. "Answer the question. Wait. I"ll put it in another form, and I want the truth. If you say to me that your mother is deliberately forcing you into this marriage I"ll believe you, and I"ll-I"ll fight for you till I get you. I will not stand by and see you sacrificed, even though you may appear to-"
"Stop, please. If you mean to ask _that_ question, I"ll answer it in advance. It is I, not my mother, who expects to marry Mr. Thorpe, and I am quite old enough and wise enough to know my own mind. So you need not put the question."
He drew nearer. The table separated them as they looked squarely into each other"s eyes through the fire-lit s.p.a.ce that lay between.
"Anne, Anne!" he cried hoa.r.s.ely. "You must not, you shall not do this unspeakable thing! For G.o.d"s sake, girl, if you have an atom of self- respect, the slightest-"
"Don"t begin that, Braden!" she cut in, ominously. "I cannot permit you or any man to _say_ such things to me, no matter what you may think. Bear that in mind."
"Don"t you mind what I think about it, Anne?" he cried, his voice breaking.
"See here, Braden," she said, in an abrupt, matter-of-fact manner, "it isn"t going to do the least bit of good to argue the point. I am pledged to marry Mr. Thorpe and I shall do so if I live till the twenty-third of next month. Provided, of course, that he lives till that day himself. I have gone into it with my eyes open, as he says, and I am satisfied with my bargain. I suppose you will hate me to the end of your days. But if you think that I expect to hate myself, you are very much mistaken. Look! Do you see these pearls? They were not included in the bargain, and I could have gone on very well without them to the end of my term as the mistress of this house, but I accepted them from my fiance to-day in precisely the same spirit in which they were given: as alms to the undeserving. Your grandfather did not want me to marry you. He is merely paying me to keep my hands _off_. That"s the long and the short of it. I am not in the least deceived. You will say that I could-and should have told him to go to the devil. Well, I"m sorry to have to tell you that I couldn"t see my way clear to doing that. I hope he _is_ listening behind the curtains. We drove a hard bargain. He thought he could get off with a million. You must remember that he had deliberately disinherited you,-that much I know. His will is made. It will not be altered. You will be a poor man as wealth is reckoned in these days. But you will be a great man. You will be famous, distinguished, honoured. That is what he intends. He set out to sacrifice me in order that you might be spared. You were not to have a millstone about your neck in the shape of a selfish, unsacrificing wife. What rot!
From the bottom of my heart, Braden,-if you will grant me a heart,-I hope and pray that you may go to the head of your profession, that you may be a great and good man. I do not ask you to believe me when I say that I love you, and always-"
"For G.o.d"s sake, don"t ask me to believe it! Don"t add to the degradation you are piling up for yourself. Spare yourself that miserable confession.
It is quite unnecessary to lie to me, Anne."
"Lie? I am telling you the truth, Braden. I do love you. I can"t help that, can I? You do not for an instant suspect that I love this doddering old man, do you? Well, I must love some one. That"s natural, isn"t it?
Then, why shouldn"t it be you? Oh, laugh if you will! It doesn"t hurt me in the least. Curse me, if you like. I"ve made up my mind to go on with this business of marrying. We"ve had one unsuccessful marriage in our family of late. Love was at the bottom of it. You know how it has turned out, Braden. It-"
"I believe I know how it might have turned out if they had been left to themselves," said he bluntly.
"She would have been a millstone, nevertheless," she argued.
"I don"t agree with you. George found his level in that little n.o.body, as you all have called her. Poor little thing, she was not so lucky as I. She did not have her eyes opened in time. She had no chance to escape. But we"re not here to talk about Lutie Carnahan. I have told my grandfather that I intend to break this thing off if it is in my power to do so. I shall not give up until I know that you are actually married. It is a crime that must not-"
"How do you purpose breaking it off?" she inquired shrilly. Visions of a strong figure rising in the middle of the ceremony to cry out against the final words flashed into her mind. Would she have that to look forward to and dread?
"I shall go on appealing to your honour, your decency, your self-respect, if not to the love you say you bear for me."
She breathed easier. "And will you confine your appeals to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I thought you might take it into your head to appeal to Mr. Thorpe"s honour, decency, self-respect and love for you," she said, sullenly. "He is quite as guilty as I, remember."
"He has quite a different object in view. He seems to feel that he is doing me a good turn, not an evil one."
"Bosh!" She was angry. "And what will be your att.i.tude toward me if you _do_ succeed in preventing the marriage? Will you take me back as I was before this thing came up? Will you make me your wife, just as if nothing had happened? In view of my deliberate intention to deny you, will you forget everything and take me back?"
He put his hand to his throat, and for a moment appeared to be struggling against himself. "I will take you back, Anne, as if nothing had happened, if you will say to me here and now that you will marry me to-morrow."
She stared at him, incredulous. Her heart began to beat rapidly once more and the anger died away. "You would do that, knowing me to be what I am?"
"Knowing you to be what you _were_," he amended eagerly. "Oh, Anne, you are worth loving, you are pure of heart and-"
"If I will marry you to-morrow?" she went on, watching his face closely.