"I must not tell," said she.
He continued to regard her, and saw that her lips suddenly began to quiver under his scrutiny, and her eyes to fill and droop. She started aside, and said that she must go to the station to catch the return train: could a cab be called immediately?
But Raye went up to her, and took her unresisting hand. "Well, to think of such a thing as this!" he said. "Why, you and I are friends--lovers--devoted lovers--by correspondence!"
"Yes; I suppose."
"More."
"More?"
"Plainly more. It is no use blinking that. Legally I have married her--G.o.d help us both!--in soul and spirit I have married you, and no other woman in the world!"
"Hush!"
"But I will not hush! Why should you try to disguise the full truth, when you have already owned half of it? Yes, it is between you and me that the bond is--not between me and her! Now I"ll say no more. But, O my cruel one, I think I have one claim upon you!"
She did not say what, and he drew her towards him, and bent over her. "If it was all pure invention in those letters," he said emphatically, "give me your cheek only. If you meant what you said, let it be lips. It is for the first and last time, remember!"
She put up her mouth, and he kissed her long. "You forgive me?" she said crying.
"Yes."
"But you are ruined!"
"What matter!" he said shrugging his shoulders. "It serves me right!"
She withdrew, wiped her eyes, entered and bade good-bye to Anna, who had not expected her to go so soon, and was still wrestling with the letter.
Raye followed Edith downstairs, and in three minutes she was in a hansom driving to the Waterloo station.
He went back to his wife. "Never mind the letter, Anna, to-day," he said gently. "Put on your things. We, too, must be off shortly."
The simple girl, upheld by the sense that she was indeed married, showed her delight at finding that he was as kind as ever after the disclosure.
She did not know that before his eyes he beheld as it were a galley, in which he, the fastidious urban, was chained to work for the remainder of his life, with her, the unlettered peasant, chained to his side.
Edith travelled back to Melchester that day with a face that showed the very stupor of grief; her lips still tingling from the desperate pressure of his kiss. The end of her impa.s.sioned dream had come. When at dusk she reached the Melchester station her husband was there to meet her, but in his perfunctoriness and her preoccupation they did not see each other, and she went out of the station alone.
She walked mechanically homewards without calling a fly. Entering, she could not bear the silence of the house, and went up in the dark to where Anna had slept, where she remained thinking awhile. She then returned to the drawing-room, and not knowing what she did, crouched down upon the floor.
"I have ruined him!" she kept repeating. "I have ruined him; because I would not deal treacherously towards her!"
In the course of half an hour a figure opened the door of the apartment.
"Ah--who"s that?" she said, starting up, for it was dark.
"Your husband--who should it be?" said the worthy merchant.
"Ah--my husband!--I forgot I had a husband!" she whispered to herself.
"I missed you at the station," he continued. "Did you see Anna safely tied up? I hope so, for "twas time."
"Yes--Anna is married."
Simultaneously with Edith"s journey home Anna and her husband were sitting at the opposite windows of a second-cla.s.s carriage which sped along to Knollsea. In his hand was a pocket-book full of creased sheets closely written over. Unfolding them one after another he read them in silence, and sighed.
"What are you doing, dear Charles?" she said timidly from the other window, and drew nearer to him as if he were a G.o.d.
"Reading over all those sweet letters to me signed "Anna,"" he replied with dreary resignation.
_Autumn_ 1891.
TO PLEASE HIS WIFE
CHAPTER I
The interior of St. James"s Church, in Havenpool Town, was slowly darkening under the close clouds of a winter afternoon. It was Sunday: service had just ended, the face of the parson in the pulpit was buried in his hands, and the congregation, with a cheerful sigh of release, were rising from their knees to depart.
For the moment the stillness was so complete that the surging of the sea could be heard outside the harbour-bar. Then it was broken by the footsteps of the clerk going towards the west door to open it in the usual manner for the exit of the a.s.sembly. Before, however, he had reached the doorway, the latch was lifted from without, and the dark figure of a man in a sailor"s garb appeared against the light.
The clerk stepped aside, the sailor closed the door gently behind him, and advanced up the nave till he stood at the chancel-step. The parson looked up from the private little prayer which, after so many for the parish, he quite fairly took for himself; rose to his feet, and stared at the intruder.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said the sailor, addressing the minister in a voice distinctly audible to all the congregation. "I have come here to offer thanks for my narrow escape from shipwreck. I am given to understand that it is a proper thing to do, if you have no objection?"
The parson, after a moment"s pause, said hesitatingly, "I have no objection; certainly. It is usual to mention any such wish before service, so that the proper words may be used in the General Thanksgiving. But, if you wish, we can read from the form for use after a storm at sea."
"Ay, sure; I ain"t particular," said the sailor.
The clerk thereupon directed the sailor to the page in the prayer-book where the collect of thanksgiving would be found, and the rector began reading it, the sailor kneeling where he stood, and repeating it after him word by word in a distinct voice. The people, who had remained agape and motionless at the proceeding, mechanically knelt down likewise; but they continued to regard the isolated form of the sailor who, in the precise middle of the chancel-step, remained fixed on his knees, facing the east, his hat beside him, his hands joined, and he quite unconscious of his appearance in their regard.
When his thanksgiving had come to an end he rose; the people rose also, and all went out of church together. As soon as the sailor emerged, so that the remaining daylight fell upon his face, old inhabitants began to recognize him as no other than Shadrach Jolliffe, a young man who had not been seen at Havenpool for several years. A son of the town, his parents had died when he was quite young, on which account he had early gone to sea, in the Newfoundland trade.
He talked with this and that townsman as he walked, informing them that, since leaving his native place years before, he had become captain and owner of a small coasting-ketch, which had providentially been saved from the gale as well as himself. Presently he drew near to two girls who were going out of the churchyard in front of him; they had been sitting in the nave at his entry, and had watched his doings with deep interest, afterwards discussing him as they moved out of church together. One was a slight and gentle creature, the other a tall, large-framed, deliberative girl. Captain Jolliffe regarded the loose curls of their hair, their backs and shoulders, down to their heels, for some time.
"Who may them two maids be?" he whispered to his neighbour.
"The little one is Emily Hanning; the tall one Joanna Phippard."
"Ah! I recollect "em now, to be sure."
He advanced to their elbow, and genially stole a gaze at them.
"Emily, you don"t know me?" said the sailor, turning his beaming brown eyes on her.
"I think I do, Mr. Jolliffe," said Emily shyly.