You have taken his money and are using it as he would hate to have it used. You have,--I do not say deceived him--but kept the truth from him; and even if you succeed, what will you be doing but giving him money gained as he would have scorned to gain it?"
Her husband laughed a very ugly laugh, and for the first time his face showed some emotion. "I always knew you thought Marsden perfect, but I wasn"t aware of your estimate of my comparative virtue. I cannot say I"m flattered by it."
"I can"t help it," she said, almost with a sob. "I can"t see things in the light you see them."
"That is a mutual disability, so for heaven"s sake let us agree to differ. The thing is done. Even if I wished to do so, the sluice could not be built now. The river is due in three weeks, or sooner, and any interference with the dam at present must mean disaster to all concerned. I tell you this because I want you to understand that now, at any rate, my hands are tied."
"Perhaps,--I mean, no doubt; but he must be told, and--and given his choice. It is not right--"
"Tell him, my dear, if" it pleases you to do so; though I think it is a pity, for in two months" time, if all this fuss doesn"t play the devil with my plans, the difficulties will be over. By the way, what do you propose to tell him? That I have behaved like a scoundrel?"
"You have no right to say such things, John!" she cried indignantly.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Well! That I have behaved as he would have scorned to behave? &c., &c. It seems to me about the same thing in different words."
The flush which rose to her face told how hard she was. .h.i.t. That was the mischief of it all!--that fatal comparison between these two men, against which she had struggled in vain. Why should she have compared them? Why, even now, should she not let things be and trust to John"s superior wisdom? For he was wise in such matters, and, heaven knows!
gave himself up wholly to insure success. How could she tell Philip?
What was she to tell him? Yet he must know; even for John"s sake he ought to know what was being done in his name. "I will ask him to come here," she said with an effort, "then he can see for himself."
John Raby looked up quickly. "Very well, do so. Only remember this: I disclaim all responsibility for what may happen, and I tell you fairly I mean to have my own way. You know perfectly well that I consider quarrelling mere waste of time; but if the position becomes awkward, that will be your doing, not mine."
"I will tell him to come," repeated Belle slowly.
"Then that"s settled. Perhaps it may be best, after all," he added, his face losing its last trace of vexation. "Indeed I thought of asking him before; but the fact is the last time he was here you showed your uneasiness so distinctly that I hesitated."
Once more the colour rose to his wife"s face as she turned away. Was everything from beginning to end her fault, she wondered, as she sent off a telegram asking Philip to come, if he could get leave. She chose a telegram more because it relieved her from the necessity of giving her reasons than from any desire to save time, and so accelerate the explanations she dreaded. Yet when, late in the evening of the next day, John, coming from the factory, told her with a certain elation in his voice, that the river was on the rise, she clasped her hands nervously and wished Philip had wings.
All the next day she found herself going to the verandah whence she could see the sandy flats, and wondering if those distant streaks of water were indeed creeping nearer.
"The barometer"s falling fast, so I"m afraid your philanthropy comes a little too late, Belle," said John when he came in to lunch; "but personally I"m glad the floods will be early. I don"t mind confessing to a little anxiety as to whether the dam will work, and it will be a relief to see you looking less worried. I think every one is too much on the strain just now, even Afzul. He was only saved from throwing up his place this morning by the news that Philip was coming to-morrow; so you see your plan has done some good already."
The night closed dark and hazy, and Belle"s last look from the verandah showed her nothing but dim distances stretching away to a lighter horizon. She could not sleep, yet she would not make any stir, so she lay awake wondering what forces were at work among the shadows, and what the dawn would bring forth.
"John, John!" she cried, touching his shoulder to rouse him when the first glimmer of light came to reveal the labour of the night. "The floods are out right up to the high bank!"
He was on his feet in an instant. "By George! I _am_ in luck!" he cried. "It will take them all by surprise. Tell them to bring tea, Belle; I must be off to the dam at once. And don"t expect me back till lunch; Marsden will excuse me, and besides," he gave a little light laugh, "it will give you leisure to get over your confession. It"s awfully nice to have some one to be penitent in your place. It saves a lot of bother. Don"t you remember Florac"s reply to Pendennis about his mother"s tears. "You must have made her weep a good deal," says Pen "Mais enormement, mon cher!""
A few minutes later he had left her with a kindly good-bye, and a recommendation to take things easy as he did. As she walked up and down the verandah waiting for Philip"s arrival, she asked herself more than once whether it would not be wiser to follow John"s advice. Now that the last chance of remedy was over for the present, why should she give herself the pain of acknowledging that she condemned her husband"s action? Drifting this way and that in the current of thought, as many another thing swept from its moorings was drifting in the floods beneath her eyes, she had reached no certain conclusion when the even tread of the horse, which they had sent to meet Philip, brought her back to action with a strange dread of herself. He was beside her in an instant and though she had worded her telegram so as to avoid anxiety, it was clearly evident in his face.
"Well, what is it?" he said, still holding her outstretched hand of welcome, and looking into her face curiously.
"Nothing," she answered hurriedly; "nothing in the least important.
Only--I wanted to see you. Come in; you must be tired, that beast has such rough paces; I would have sent Suleiman, but he is lame. Come in, tea is ready."
So she ran on, and Philip, who, to say sooth, had been on tenter-hooks ever since the receipt of her summons, had to fall into her mood, not without a certain sense of injury. But the pleasure of being within touch of her hand and sight of her face was irresistible, so that the following hours seemed to take him back to the most perfect memory of his whole life, to that evening at Saudaghur which he and she had spent together in thoughtless, unreasoning content. Perhaps this memory cast its glamour over Belle likewise; certain it is that something beat down and overwhelmed all thought and care. John, coming in almost late for lunch, found them laughing over the last week"s "Punch" which Philip had brought with him; and taking his cue quickly, if with some contemptuous surprise, dropped his serious air and became the genial host. Never was there a gayer or more light-hearted trio; but outside the house the clear promise of the morning had dulled to a yellow haze, and every now and again a swirl of dust swept past, making the yellow deeper.
"In for the first _andi_[8] of the season," said John Raby standing by the window. "The natives say it is a sign of a healthy year to have a dust-storm early. More good luck, you see, Belle! There is nothing like keeping a calm sough, and trusting to Providence. Doesn"t it make you feel "heavenly calm," Marsden, to be here in this jolly room and know that outside, in all that dust and pother, the elements are working together for your good?"
Philip laughed. "I feel very well content, thank you. The comfort of contrast always appeals to my selfish nature."
"Hark to that, Belle! I"ll never believe in Philip"s saintship again,"
cried her husband triumphantly. "Well, I must be off; there was the tiniest crumble in the dam, and I must get my bandits to work on it before dark. By the way, Marsden, Afzul said he was coming to see you this afternoon. If so, sit on him. The beggar has been half mutinous of late. Faugh! what an atmosphere; but I dare say it will be better outside."
"How well he is looking," said Philip, as he watched the figure disappearing through the haze. "I wish I could see you do more credit to the "heavenly calm."" He made the remark lightly enough, thinking only of his first glance at her when he arrived; a glance which had prompted his swift inquiry as to what was the matter. But he was startled out of all save surprise by the look on her face as she turned towards him from the window.
"Heavenly calm!" she echoed almost wildly. "Yes, for you and for me, and for him; but for the others? You asked me, and I said nothing was the matter. It was a lie, everything is the matter! Outside there, in the dust,--" as she spoke the hand she had laid on his arm in her vehemence tightened to a clutch, her eyes fixed themselves on something. "John!" she cried. "He is coming back, running! Oh, what is it? what is it?"
Almost before he could grasp her meaning the door burst open, and John Raby was back in the room, calm for all his excitement. "Quick, Marsden, quick! get your revolver,--the fools are at the dam! There"s treachery, and not a moment to lose! Quick, man, quick!"
"Treachery! What? How? I don"t understand--Belle, what is the matter?"
For she had thrown herself between him and her husband, and stood with one hand on his breast as if to push him back. "He shall not go; he does not understand!" she cried pa.s.sionately. "I tell you he shall not go until I have told him all. He does not know, he does not understand; it is not fair--Philip!--"
"--Don"t heed her, Marsden; it"s all fancy, and there is no time for words. I tell you they are at the dam,--the fools!" cried John, his self-control seeming to give way at the very thought of danger to the work of his hands. "Belle, let him go! I command you,--I entreat--"
But she stood firm, every fibre of her nature tense in this final conflict, a conflict not so much between the two men, as between her instincts and her beliefs. And yet, the sense of personal injury so long repressed made her words reckless. "You have taken everything from him--everything that makes life worth living--even his love. And because of that he has given up everything without a word; and now you ask his honour, his life, in a bad cause; but you shall not have it!
Philip! if you love me,--if you love your own good name,--stay where you are. It is I who command it!"
With an oath John Raby dashed past her to the office, but ere Philip had time to do more than unclasp, as gently as he could, the arms she had flung about his neck, her husband was back again, revolver in hand, his clear face blurred by anger; sheer, animal anger.
"Belle!" he cried, beside himself with uncontrolled pa.s.sion, "don"t add this folly to your other foolishness. Think! I am your husband; so choose between us. Choose between us I say, or by G.o.d--"
She interrupted him in tones so bitter that no escape remained from their finality. "Choose? Yes! I have chosen at last--at last! Philip shall not suffer."
His answer came swiftly! "Then stay with your lover; I might have known I was a fool to trust a woman."
Ere the echo of his voice died away he was out in the storm again, leaving those two in a silence worse than the words just spoken. He had disengaged her arms, but her hands had tightened themselves on his, and so they stood face to face, looking into each other"s eyes.
But in his lay a pity and tenderness before which hers failed and fell.
"You must not go," she whispered, low and fast. "I have not told you, and I ought to have told you. He had no right to use your name, to be so hard; and they may kill you. I have a right to tell you,--surely I have a right to so much?"
Her warm clasp held him unresisting, yet in his heart of hearts he was not thinking of her, only of some expedient which should avoid the last resource of brute force; for with all his tenderness his pride was in arms. "Have I not given you enough, Belle?" he said hoa.r.s.ely.
"Will you not even leave me my courage?"
With a sob she flung his hands from her as if they bit and stung.
"Go!" she cried. "You are unjust, ungenerous; but go!"
He did not wait. Torn as he was by love and compa.s.sion for the woman he was leaving so forsaken and abased, he could not pause in the mad hurry which seized him, even for a word of comfort; time, if he was to retrieve his self-respect and hers, was too precious. Another instant and he was searching frantically for his revolver among his half-unpacked things, and feeling a certain fierce joy in antic.i.p.ation of the struggle to come. A quick s.n.a.t.c.h, a breathless relief, and he looked up to find Afzul Khan standing by the only door of exit from the room. "Afzul!" he cried, "why are you here? Why are you not at your post when there is danger afoot? Follow me at once!"
But the Pathan"s answer was to close the door and stand with his arm thrown across it, bolt-wise. Then he looked at the Major boldly, yet respectfully. "I"m here, _Huzoor_, because I have grown tired of helping a tyrant. The _sahib_ should be tired of it too and take his reward. That is what I came to make known to the Presence."
"Let me pa.s.s, fool!" shouted Philip, struggling to get at the door.
But Afzul was his match in strength, and, even as he resisted, found time for words. "Listen, _Huzoor!_ If it is the money, let it go. I have here in my pocket something that will put more money into the _mem"s_ hand. So you can have her and the money too."
"Are you mad? Let me pa.s.s, I say, or it will be the worse for you!"
"For you, _Huzoor_. There is danger; the men mean fight, but if Raby _sahib_ has none to back him, he will choose prudence. He wrought the evil--I will not stir, _sahib_, till you have listened--he wrought the evil, let him bear the loss. You--"
Philip gave one glance round for other means of escape; then the breathless hurry of the last few moments left his voice and manner. "Stand back, Afzul," he said quietly, "or I"ll fire.