"I"ve had a notion come into my head," said Geoffrey. "And I want to speak to you about it directly."
"I must request you to consult some one else. Consider me, if you please, as having withdrawn from all further connection with your affairs."
Geoffrey looked at him in stolid surprise.
"Do you mean to say you"re going to leave me in the lurch?" he asked.
"I mean to say that I will take no fresh step in any business of yours,"
answered Mr. Moy, firmly. "As to the future, I have ceased to be your legal adviser. As to the past, I shall carefully complete the formal duties toward you which remain to be done. Mrs. Inchbare and Bishopriggs are coming here by appointment, at six this evening, to receive the money due to them before they go back. I shall return to Scotland myself by the night mail. The persons referred to, in the matter of the promise of marriage, by Sir Patrick, are all in Scotland. I will take their evidence as to the handwriting, and as to the question of residence in the North--and I will send it to you in written form. That done, I shall have done all. I decline to advise you in any future step which you propose to take."
After reflecting for a moment, Geoffrey put a last question.
"You said Bishopriggs and the woman would be here at six this evening."
"Yes."
"Where are they to be found before that?"
Mr. Moy wrote a few words on a slip of paper, and handed it to Geoffrey.
"At their lodgings," he said. "There is the address."
Geoffrey took the address, and left the room. Lawyer and client parted without a word on either side.
Returning to the cab, Geoffrey found the lad steadily waiting at his post.
"Has any thing happened?"
"The lady hasn"t moved, Sir, since you left her."
"Is Perry at the public house?"
"Not at this time, Sir."
"I want a lawyer. Do you know who Perry"s lawyer is?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And where he is to be found?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Get up on the box, and tell the man where to drive to."
The cab went on again along the Euston Road, and stopped at a house in a side-street, with a professional bra.s.s plate on the door. The lad got down, and came to the window.
"Here it is, Sir."
"Knock at the door, and see if he is at home."
He proved to be at home. Geoffrey entered the house, leaving his emissary once more on the watch. The lad noticed that the lady moved this time. She shivered as if she felt cold--opened her eyes for a moment wearily, and looked out through the window--sighed, and sank back again in the corner of the cab.
After an absence of more than half an hour Geoffrey came out again.
His interview with Perry"s lawyer appeared to have relieved his mind of something that had oppressed it. He once more ordered the driver to go to Fulham--opened the door to get into the cab--then, as it seemed, suddenly recollected himself--and, calling the lad down from the box, ordered him to get inside, and took his place by the driver.
As the cab started he looked over his shoulder at Anne through the front window. "Well worth trying," he said to himself. "It"s the way to be even with her. And it"s the way to be free."
They arrived at the cottage. Possibly, repose had restored Anne"s strength. Possibly, the sight of the place had roused the instinct of self-preservation in her at last. To Geoffrey"s surprise, she left the cab without a.s.sistance. When he opened the wooden gate, with his own key, she recoiled from it, and looked at him for the first time.
He pointed to the entrance.
"Go in," he said.
"On what terms?" she asked, without stirring a step.
Geoffrey dismissed the cab; and sent the lad in, to wait for further orders. These things done, he answered her loudly and brutally the moment they were alone:
"On any terms I please."
"Nothing will induce me," she said, firmly, "to live with you as your wife. You may kill me--but you will never bend me to that."
He advanced a step--opened his lips--and suddenly checked himself. He waited a while, turning something over in his mind. When he spoke again, it was with marked deliberation and constraint--with the air of a man who was repeating words put into his lips, or words prepared beforehand.
"I have something to tell you in the presence of witnesses," he said. "I don"t ask you, or wish you, to see me in the cottage alone."
She started at the change in him. His sudden composure, and his sudden nicety in the choice of words, tried her courage far more severely than it had been tried by his violence of the moment before.
He waited her decision, still pointing through the gate. She trembled a little--steadied herself again--and went in. The lad, waiting in the front garden, followed her.
He threw open the drawing-room door, on the left-hand side of the pa.s.sage. She entered the room. The servant-girl appeared. He said to her, "Fetch Mrs. Dethridge; and come back with her yourself." Then he went into the room; the lad, by his own directions, following him in; and the door being left wide open.
Hester Dethridge came out from the kitchen with the girl behind her. At the sight of Anne, a faint and momentary change pa.s.sed over the stony stillness of her face. A dull light glimmered in her eyes. She slowly nodded her head. A dumb sound, vaguely expressive of something like exultation or relief, escaped her lips.
Geoffrey spoke--once more, with marked deliberation and constraint; once more, with the air of repeating something which had been prepared beforehand. He pointed to Anne.
"This woman is my wife," he said. "In the presence of you three, as witnesses, I tell her that I don"t forgive her. I have brought her here--having no other place in which I can trust her to be--to wait the issue of proceedings, undertaken in defense of my own honor and good name. While she stays here, she will live separate from me, in a room of her own. If it is necessary for me to communicate with her, I shall only see her in the presence of a third person. Do you all understand me?"
Hester Dethridge bowed her head. The other two answered, "Yes"--and turned to go out.
Anne rose. At a sign from Geoffrey, the servant and the lad waited in the room to hear what she had to say.
"I know nothing in my conduct," she said, addressing herself to Geoffrey, "which justifies you in telling these people that you don"t forgive me. Those words applied by you to me are an insult. I am equally ignorant of what you mean when you speak of defending your good name.
All I understand is, that we are separate persons in this house, and that I am to have a room of my own. I am grateful, whatever your motives may be, for the arrangement that you have proposed. Direct one of these two women to show me my room."
Geoffrey turned to Hester Dethridge.
"Take her up stairs," he said; "and let her pick which room she pleases.
Give her what she wants to eat or drink. Bring down the address of the place where her luggage is. The lad here will go back by railway, and fetch it. That"s all. Be off."