Kate colored uneasily and drooped her lashes.
Harry studied her face keenly, and then went on cautiously:
"If his wife were not your sister I should say that one might punish him well through her."
Kate cast him a hard, scrutinizing look.
"You have some score against him yourself," she said with conviction.
"Perhaps I have, my lady. Perhaps I too hate him. He is offensively good, you know."
There was silence in the room for a full minute while the devil worked in both hearts.
"What did you mean by saying one might punish him through his wife? He does not love his wife."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure."
"Perhaps he loves some one else, my lady."
"He does." She said it proudly.
"Perhaps he loves you, my lady." He said it softly like the suggestion from another world. The lady was silent, but he needed no other answer.
"Then indeed, the way would be even clearer,-were not his wife your sister."
Kate looked at him, a half knowledge of his meaning beginning to dawn in her eyes.
"How?" she asked laconically.
"In case his wife should leave him do you think my lord would hold his head so high?"
Kate still looked puzzled.
"If some one else should win her affection, and should persuade her to leave a husband who did not love her, and who was bestowing his heart"-he hesitated an instant and his eye traveled significantly to the roll of bills still lying where David had left them-"and his gifts," he hazarded, "upon another woman--"
Kate grasped the thought at once and an evil glint of eagerness showed in her eyes. She could see what an advantage it would be to herself to have Marcia removed from the situation. It would break one more cord of honor that bound David to a code which was hateful to her now, because its existence shamed her. Nevertheless, unscrupulous as she was she could not see how this was a possibility.
"But she is offensively good too," she said as if answering her own thoughts.
"All goodness has its weak spot," sneered the man. "If I mistake not you have found my lord"s. It is possible I might find his wife"s."
The two pairs of eyes met then, filled with evil light. It was as if for an instant they were permitted to look into the pit, and see the possibilities of wickedness, and exult in it. The lurid glare of their thoughts played in their faces. All the pa.s.sion of hate and revenge rushed upon Kate in a frenzy. With all her heart she wished this might be. She looked her co-operation in the plan even before her hard voice answered:
"You need not stop because she is my sister."
He felt he had her permission, and he permitted himself a glance of admiration for the depths to which she could go without being daunted.
Here was evil courage worthy of his teaching. She seemed to him beautiful enough and daring enough for Satan himself to admire.
"And may I have the pleasure of knowing that I would by so doing serve my lady in some wise?"
She drooped her shameless eyes and murmured guardedly, "Perhaps." Then she swept him a coquettish glance that meant they understood one another.
"Then I shall feel well rewarded," he said gallantly, and bowing with more than his ordinary flattery of look bade her good day and went out.
CHAPTER XXII
David stumbled blindly out the door and down the street. His one thought was to get to his room at the tavern and shut the door. He had an important appointment that morning, but it pa.s.sed completely from his mind. He met one or two men whom he knew, but he did not see them, and pa.s.sed them swiftly without a glance of recognition. They said one to another, "How absorbed he is in the great themes of the world!" but David pa.s.sed on in his pain and misery and humiliation and never knew they were near him.
He went to the room that had been his since he had reached New York, and fastening the door against all intrusion fell upon his knees beside the bed, and let the flood-tide of his sorrow roll over him. Not even when Kate had played him false on his wedding morning had he felt the pain that now cut into his very soul. For now there was mingled with it the agony of consciousness of sin. He had sinned against heaven, against honor and love, and all that was pure and good. He was just like any bad man. He had yielded to sudden temptation and taken another man"s wife in his arms and kissed her! That the woman had been his by first right, and that he loved her: that she had invited the kiss, indeed pleaded for it, his sensitive conscience told him in no wise lessened the offense. He had also caused her whom he loved to sin. He was a man and knew the world. He should have shielded her against herself. And yet as he went over and over the whole painful scene through which he had just pa.s.sed his soul cried out in agony and he felt his weakness more and more. He had failed, failed most miserably. Acted like any coward!
The humiliation of it was unspeakable. Could any sorrow be like unto his?
Like a knife flashing through the gloom of his own shame would come the echo of her words as she pleaded with him to kiss her. It was a kiss of forgiveness she had wanted, and she had put her heart into her eyes and begged as for her very life. How could he have refused? Then he would parley with himself for a long time trying to prove to himself that the kiss and the embrace were justified, that he had done no wrong in G.o.d"s sight. And ever after this round of confused arguing he would end with the terrible conviction that he had sinned.
Sometimes Marcia"s sweet face and troubled eyes would appear to him as he wrestled all alone, and seemed to be longing to help him, and again would come the piercing thought that he had harmed this gentle girl also. He had tangled her into his own spoiled web of life, and been disloyal to her.
She was pure and true and good. She had given up every thing to help him and he had utterly forgotten her. He had promised to love, cherish, and protect her! That was another sin. He could not love and cherish her when his whole heart was another"s. Then he thought of Kate"s husband, that treacherous man who had stolen his bride and now gone away and left her sorrowing-left her without money, penniless in a strange city. Why had he not been more calm and questioned her before he came away. Perhaps she was in great need. It comforted him to think he had left her all the money he had with him. There was enough to keep her from want for a while. And yet, perhaps he had been wrong to give it to her. He had no right to give it!
He groaned aloud at the thought of his helplessness to help her helplessness. Was there not some way he could find out and help her without doing wrong?
Over and over he went through the whole dreadful day, until his brain was weary and his heart failed him. The heavens seemed bra.s.s and no answer came to his cry,-the appeal of a broken soul. It seemed that he could not get up from his knees, could not go out into the world again and face life. He had been tried and had failed, and yet though he knew his sin he felt an intolerable longing to commit it over again. He was frightened at his own weakness, and with renewed vigor he began to pray for help. It was like the prayer of Jacob of old, the crying out of a soul that would not be denied. All day long the struggle continued, and far into the night. At last a great peace began to settle upon David"s soul. Things that had been confused by his pa.s.sionate longings grew clear as day. Self dropped away, and sin, conquered, slunk out of sight. Right and Wrong were once more clearly defined in his mind. However wrong it might or might not be he was here in this situation. He had married Marcia and promised to be true to her. He was doubly cut off from Kate by her own act and by his. That was his punishment,-and hers. He must not seek to lessen it even for her, for it was G.o.d-sent. Henceforth his path and hers must be apart. If she were to be helped in any way from whatsoever trouble was hers, it was not permitted him to be the instrument. He had shown his unfitness for it in his interview that morning, even if in the eyes of the world it could have been at all. It was his duty to cut himself off from her forever. He must not even think of her any more. He must be as true and good to Marcia as was possible. He must do no more wrong. He must grow strong and suffer.
The peace that came with conviction brought sleep to his weary mind and body.
When he awoke it was almost noon. He remembered the missed appointment of the day before, and the journey to Washington which he had planned for that day. With a start of horror he looked at his watch and found he had but a few hours in which to try to make up for the remissness of yesterday before the evening coach left for Philadelphia. It was as if some guardian angel had met his first waking thoughts with business that could not be delayed and so kept him from going over the painful events of the day before. He arose and hastened out into the world once more.
Late in the afternoon he found the man he was to have met the day before, and succeeded in convincing him that he ought to help the new enterprise.
He was standing on the corner saying the last few words as the two separated, when Kate drove by in a friend"s carriage, surrounded by parcels. She had been on a shopping tour spending the money that David had given her, for silks and laces and jewelry, and now she was returning in high glee with her booty. The carriage pa.s.sed quite near to David who stood with his back to the street, and she could see his animated face as he smiled at the other man, a fine looking man who looked as if he might be some one of note. The momentary glance did not show the haggard look of David"s face nor the lines that his vigil of the night before had traced under his eyes, and Kate was angered to see him so unconcerned and forgetful of his pain of yesterday. Her face darkened with spite, and she resolved to make him suffer yet, and to the utmost, for the sin of forgetting her.
But David was in the way of duty, and he did not see her, for his guardian angel was hovering close at hand.
As the Fall wore on and the winter set in Harry"s letters became less frequent and less intimate. Hannah was troubled, and after consultation with her grandmother, to which Miranda listened at the latch hole, duly reporting quotations to her adored Mrs. Spafford, Hannah decided upon an immediate trip to the metropolis.
"Hannah"s gone to New York to find out what"s become of that nimshi Harry Temple. She thought she had him fast, an" she"s been holdin" him over poor Lemuel Skinner"s head like thet there sword hangin" by a hair I heard the minister tell about last Sunday, till Lemuel, he don"t know but every minute"s gone"ll be his last. You mark my words, she"ll hev to take poor Lem after all, an" be glad she"s got him, too,-and she"s none too good for him neither. He"s ben faithful to her ever since she wore pantalets, an"
she"s ben keepin" him off"n on an" hopin" an" tryin" fer somebody bigger.
It would jes" serve her right ef she"d get that fool of a Harry Temple, but she won"t. He"s too sharp for that ef he _is_ a fool. He don"t want to tie himself up to no woman"s aprun strings. He rather dandle about after "em all an" say pretty things, an" keep his earnin"s fer himself."
Hannah reached New York the week after David left for Washington. She wrote beforehand to Harry to let him know she was coming, and made plain that she expected his attentions exclusively while there, and he smiled blandly as he read the letter and read her intentions between the lines.
He told Kate a good deal about her that evening when he went to call, told her how he had heard she was an old flame of David"s, and Kate"s jealousy was immediately aroused. She wished to meet Hannah Heath. There was a sort of triumph in the thought that she had scorned and flung aside the man whom this woman had "set her cap" for, even though another woman was now in the place that neither had. Hannah went to visit a cousin in New York who lived in a quiet part of the city and did not go out much, but for reasons best known to themselves, both Kate Leavenworth and Harry Temple elected to see a good deal of her while she was in the city. Harry was pleasant and attentive, but not more to one woman than to the other.
Hannah, watching him jealously, decided that at least Kate was not her rival in his affections, and so Hannah and Kate became quite friendly.
Kate had a way of making much of her women friends when she chose, and she happened to choose in this case, for it occurred to her it would be well to have a friend in the town where lived her sister and her former lover.
There might be reasons why, sometime. She opened her heart of hearts to Hannah, and Hannah, quite discreetly, and without wasting much of her scanty store of love, entered, and the friendship was sealed. They had not known each other many days before Kate had confided to Hannah the story of her own marriage and her sister"s, embellished of course as she chose.