"Listen to you?" repeated Mrs. Glenarm. "You have no right to be in this house. You have no right to force yourself in here. Leave the room!"
Anne"s patience--so firmly and admirably preserved thus far--began to fail her at last.
"Take care, Mrs. Glenarm!" she said, still struggling with herself.
"I am not naturally a patient woman. Trouble has done much to tame my temper--but endurance has its limits. You have reached the limits of mine. I have a claim to be heard--and after what you have said to me, I _will_ be heard!"
"You have no claim! You shameless woman, you are married already. I know the man"s name. Arnold Brinkworth."
"Did Geoffrey Delamayn tell you that?"
"I decline to answer a woman who speaks of Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn in that familiar way."
Anne advanced a step nearer.
"Did Geoffrey Delamayn tell you that?" she repeated.
There was a light in her eyes, there was a ring in her voice, which showed that she was roused at last. Mrs. Glenarm answered her, this time.
"He did tell me."
"He lied!"
"He did _not!_ He knew. I believe _him._ I don"t believe _you._"
"If he told you that I was any thing but a single woman--if he told you that Arnold Brinkworth was married to any body but Miss Lundie of Windygates--I say again he lied!"
"I say again--I believe _him,_ and not you."
"You believe I am Arnold Brinkworth"s wife?"
"I am certain of it."
"You tell me that to my face?"
"I tell you to your face--you may have been Geoffrey Delamayn"s mistress; you are Arnold Brinkworth"s wife."
At those words the long restrained anger leaped up in Anne--all the more hotly for having been hitherto so steadily controlled. In one breathless moment the whirlwind of her indignation swept away, not only all remembrance of the purpose which had brought her to Swanhaven, but all sense even of the unpardonable wrong which she had suffered at Geoffrey"s hands. If he had been there, at that moment, and had offered to redeem his pledge, she would have consented to marry him, while Mrs.
Glenarm s eye was on her--no matter whether she destroyed herself in her first cool moment afterward or not. The small sting had planted itself at last in the great nature. The n.o.blest woman is only a woman, after all!
"I forbid your marriage to Geoffrey Delamayn! I insist on his performing the promise he gave me, to make me his wife! I have got it here in his own words, in his own writing. On his soul, he swears it to me--he will redeem his pledge. His mistress, did you say? His wife, Mrs. Glenarm, before the week is out!"
In those wild words she cast back the taunt--with the letter held in triumph in her hand.
Daunted for the moment by the doubt now literally forced on her, that Anne might really have the claim on Geoffrey which she advanced, Mrs.
Glenarm answered nevertheless with the obstinacy of a woman brought to bay--with a resolution not to be convinced by conviction itself.
"I won"t give him up!" she cried. "Your letter is a forgery. You have no proof. I won"t, I won"t, I won"t give him up!" she repeated, with the impotent iteration of an angry child.
Anne pointed disdainfully to the letter that she held. "Here is his pledged and written word," she said. "While I live, you will never be his wife."
"I shall be his wife the day after the race. I am going to him in London--to warn him against You!"
"You will find me in London, before you--with this in my hand. Do you know his writing?"
She held up the letter, open. Mrs. Glenarm"s hand flew out with the stealthy rapidity of a cat"s paw, to seize and destroy it. Quick as she was, her rival was quicker still. For an instant they faced each other breathless--one with the letter held behind her; one with her hand still stretched out.
At the same moment--before a word more had pa.s.sed between them--the gla.s.s door opened; and Julius Delamayn appeared in the room.
He addressed himself to Anne.
"We decided, on the terrace," he said, quietly, "that you should speak to Mrs. Glenarm, if Mrs. Glenarm wished it. Do you think it desirable that the interview should be continued any longer?"
Anne"s head drooped on her breast. The fiery anger in her was quenched in an instant.
"I have been cruelly provoked, Mr. Delamayn," she answered. "But I have no right to plead that." She looked up at him for a moment. The hot tears of shame gathered in her eyes, and fell slowly over her cheeks.
She bent her head again, and hid them from him. "The only atonement I can make," she said, "is to ask your pardon, and to leave the house."
In silence, she turned away to the door. In silence, Julius Delamayn paid her the trifling courtesy of opening it for her. She went out.
Mrs. Glenarm"s indignation--suspended for the moment--transferred itself to Julius.
"If I have been entrapped into seeing that woman, with your approval,"
she said, haughtily, "I owe it to myself, Mr. Delamayn, to follow her example, and to leave your house."
"I authorized her to ask you for an interview, Mrs. Glenarm. If she has presumed on the permission that I gave her, I sincerely regret it, and I beg you to accept my apologies. At the same time, I may venture to add, in defense of my conduct, that I thought her--and think her still--a woman to be pitied more than to be blamed."
"To be pitied did you say?" asked Mrs. Glenarm, doubtful whether her ears had not deceived her.
"To be pitied," repeated Julius.
"_You_ may find it convenient, Mr. Delamayn, to forget what your brother has told us about that person. _I_ happen to remember it."
"So do I, Mrs. Glenarm. But, with my experience of Geoffrey--" He hesitated, and ran his fingers nervously over the strings of his violin.
"You don"t believe him?" said Mrs. Glenarm.
Julius declined to admit that he doubted his brother"s word, to the lady who was about to become his brother"s wife.
"I don"t quite go that length," he said. "I find it difficult to reconcile what Geoffrey has told us, with Miss Silvester"s manner and appearance--"
"Her appearance!" cried Mrs. Glenarm, in a transport of astonishment and disgust. "_Her_ appearance! Oh, the men! I beg your pardon--I ought to have remembered that there is no accounting for tastes. Go on--pray go on!"
"Shall we compose ourselves with a little music?" suggested Julius.
"I particularly request you will go on," answered Mrs. Glenarm, emphatically. "You find it "impossible to reconcile"--"
"I said "difficult.""
"Oh, very well. Difficult to reconcile what Geoffrey told us, with Miss Silvester"s manner and appearance. What next? You had something else to say, when I was so rude as to interrupt you. What was it?"