Still mentally in search of the enemy who had betrayed them, she checked herself, and considered a little. "Is it possible--?" she began, and paused again. Her eyes filled with tears. "My mind is so completely upset," she said, "that I can"t think clearly of anything. Oh, Edwin, we have had a happy dream, and it has come to an end. My father knows more than we think for. Some friends of ours are going abroad tomorrow--and I am to go with them. Nothing I can say has the least effect upon my father. He means to part us forever--and this is his cruel way of doing it!"
She put her arm round Cosway"s neck and lovingly laid her head on his shoulder. With tenderest kisses they reiterated their vows of eternal fidelity until their voices faltered and failed them. Cosway filled up the pause by the only useful suggestion which it was now in his power to make--he proposed an elopement.
Adela received this bold solution of the difficulty in which they were placed exactly as thousands of other young ladies have received similar proposals before her time, and after.
She first said positively No. Cosway persisted. She began to cry, and asked if he had no respect for her. Cosway declared that his respect was equal to any sacrifice except the sacrifice of parting with her forever.
He could, and would, if she preferred it, die for her, but while he was alive he must refuse to give her up. Upon this she shifted her ground.
Did he expect her to go away with him alone? Certainly not. Her maid could go with her, or, if her maid was not to be trusted, he would apply to his landlady, and engage "a respectable elderly person" to attend on her until the day of their marriage. Would she have some mercy on him, and just consider it? No: she was afraid to consider it. Did she prefer misery for the rest of her life? Never mind _his_ happiness: it was _her_ happiness only that he had in his mind. Traveling with unsympathetic people; absent from England, no one could say for how long; married, when she did return, to some rich man whom she hated--would she, could she, contemplate that prospect? She contemplated it through tears; she contemplated it to an accompaniment of sighs, kisses, and protestations--she trembled, hesitated, gave way. At an appointed hour of the coming night, when her father would be in the smoking-room, and Mrs. Margery would be in bed, Cosway was to knock at the door in the lane once more; leaving time to make all the necessary arrangements in the interval.
The one pressing necessity, under these circ.u.mstances, was to guard against the possibility of betrayal and surprise. Cosway discreetly alluded to the unsolved mysteries of the invitation and the message.
"Have you taken anybody into our confidence?" he asked.
Adela answered with some embarra.s.sment. "Only one person," She said--"dear Miss Benshaw."
"Who is Miss Benshaw?"
"Don"t you really know, Edwin? She is richer even than papa--she has inherited from her late brother one half-share in the great business in the City. Miss Benshaw is the lady who disappointed papa by not coming to the garden-party. You remember, dear, how happy we were when we were together at Mr. Atherton"s? I was very miserable when they took me away. Miss Benshaw happened to call the next day and she noticed it. "My dear," she said (Miss Benshaw is quite an elderly lady now), "I am an old maid, who has missed the happiness of her life, through not having had a friend to guide and advise her when she was young. Are you suffering as I once suffered?" She spoke so nicely--and I was so wretched--that I really couldn"t help it. I opened my heart to her."
Cosway looked grave. "Are you sure she is to be trusted?" he asked.
"Perfectly sure."
"Perhaps, my love, she has spoken about us (not meaning any harm) to some friend of hers? Old ladies are so fond of gossip. It"s just possible--don"t you think so?"
Adela hung her head.
"I have thought it just possible myself," she admitted. "There is plenty of time to call on her to-day. I will set our doubts at rest before Miss Benshaw goes out for her afternoon drive."
On that understanding they parted.
Toward evening Cosway"s arrangements for the elopement were completed.
He was eating his solitary dinner when a note was brought to him. It had been left at the door by a messenger. The man had gone away without waiting for an answer. The note ran thus:
"Miss Benshaw presents her compliments to Mr. Cosway, and will be obliged if he can call on her at nine o"clock this evening, on business which concerns himself."
This invitation was evidently the result of Adela"s visit earlier in the day. Cosway presented himself at the house, troubled by natural emotions of anxiety and suspense. His reception was not of a nature to compose him. He was shown into a darkened room. The one lamp on the table was turned down low, and the little light thus given was still further obscured by a shade. The corners of the room were in almost absolute darkness.
A voice out of one of the corners addressed him in a whisper:
"I must beg you to excuse the darkened room. I am suffering from a severe cold. My eyes are inflamed, and my throat is so bad that I can only speak in a whisper. Sit down, sir. I have got news for you."
"Not bad news, I hope, ma"am?" Cosway ventured to inquire.
"The worst possible news," said the whispering voice. "You have an enemy striking at you in the dark."
Cosway asked who it was, and received no answer. He varied the form of inquiry, and asked why the unnamed person struck at him in the dark. The experiment succeeded; he obtained a reply.
"It is reported to me," said Miss Benshaw, "that the person thinks it necessary to give you a lesson, and takes a spiteful pleasure in doing it as mischievously as possible. The person, as I happen to know, sent you your invitation to the party, and made the appointment which took you to the door in the lane. Wait a little, sir; I have not done yet.
The person has put it into Mr. Restall"s head to send his daughter abroad tomorrow."
Cosway attempted to make her speak more plainly.
"Is this wretch a man or a woman?" he said.
Miss Benshaw proceeded without noticing the interruption.
"You needn"t be afraid, Mr. Cosway; Miss Restall will not leave England.
Your enemy is all-powerful. Your enemy"s object could only be to provoke you into planning an elopement--and, your arrangements once completed, to inform Mr. Restall, and to part you and Miss Adela quite as effectually as if you were at opposite ends of the world. Oh, you will undoubtedly be parted! Spiteful, isn"t it? And, what is worse, the mischief is as good as done already."
Cosway rose from his chair.
"Do you wish for any further explanation?" asked Miss Benshaw.
"One thing more," he replied. "Does Adela know of this?"
"No," said Miss Benshaw; "it is left to you to tell her."
There was a moment of silence. Cosway looked at the lamp. Once roused, as usual with men of his character, his temper was not to be trifled with.
"Miss Benshaw," he said, "I dare say you think me a fool; but I can draw my own conclusion, for all that. _You_ are my enemy."
The only reply was a chuckling laugh. All voices can be more or less effectually disguised by a whisper but a laugh carries the revelation of its own ident.i.ty with it. Cosway suddenly threw off the shade over the lamp and turned up the wick.
The light flooded the room, and showed him--His Wife.
_The Third Epoch in Mr. Cosway"s Life._
Three days had pa.s.sed. Cosway sat alone in his lodging--pale and worn: the shadow already of his former self.
He had not seen Adela since the discovery. There was but one way in which he could venture to make the inevitable disclosure--he wrote to her; and Mr. Atherton"s daughter took care that the letter should be received. Inquiries made afterward, by help of the same good friend, informed him that Miss Restall was suffering from illness.
The mistress of the house came in.
"Cheer up, sir," said the good woman. "There is better news of Miss Restall to-day."
He raised his head.
"Don"t trifle with me!" he answered fretfully; "tell me exactly what the servant said."
The mistress repeated the words. Miss Restall had pa.s.sed a quieter night, and had been able for a few hours to leave her room. He asked next if any reply to his letter had arrived. No reply had been received.
If Adela definitely abstained from writing to him, the conclusion would be too plain to be mistaken. She had given him up--and who could blame her?
There was a knock at the street-door. The mistress looked out.
"Here"s Mr. Stone come back, sir!" she exclaimed joyfully--and hurried away to let him in.