CHAPTER XXIX
IN WHICH DEATH IS A RELIEF
After Stanley had left them, Isabelle Kingsland and Isabelle Fitzgerald sat silent for a while, looking into each other"s faces, the brain of each throbbing with a tumult of agitating thoughts. The Englishwoman voicing to herself a subtle suggestion of coming evil, which had been omnipresent since her marriage day, an instinctive presentiment that all was not well: the Irish girl feeling strongly irritated at this last of the many annoying _contretemps_ of the week; and smarting under a sense of injustice that, when she had merely practised a little harmless deception for a friend"s sake, that friend should leave the field and the eminently disagreeable explanations to her.
She vented her feelings by a shrug of the shoulders, which broke the tension of the silence.
"Tell me--on your honour, tell me," cried Lady Isabelle, "that he did not speak the truth; that I am married to Lieutenant Kingsland!"
"Of course you"re married to Lieutenant Kingsland," replied Miss Fitzgerald, with a little sigh of resignation. "You read your licence, didn"t you?"
"Yes. But----"
"But that"s quite sufficient--and there"s no occasion for a scene."
"It"s not sufficient, not nearly sufficient--there"s something that"s being kept back from me, and I want to know the truth!" and Lady Isabelle rose, becoming quite queenly in her indignant agitation.
"I"ve been uneasy from the first about my marriage," she continued, "because it was not open as I should have wished. I knew there was some mystery about it. My husband admitted as much to me from the first, and he did not need to tell me that you were the prime mover in the affair.
It is my right to know the truth."
"The a.s.sertion of people"s rights is responsible for most of the wrong done in the world. Did your husband counsel you to insult his best friend?"
"He didn"t wish me to speak to you on the subject, but I"ve determined to take matters into my own hands. In the face of Mr. Stanley"s charges, I must know the truth."
"You had better obey your husband."
"I"m responsible to him for that matter, not to you, Miss Fitzgerald.
Now tell me, what did Mr. Stanley mean?"
"He meant what he said."
"But how could Mr. Lambert have told him an untruth?"
"Mr. Lambert told him what he believed to be the truth; and that was, that he had not married you and Jack--Lieutenant Kingsland, I mean."
"Was that all he told him?"
"I should think it highly probable that he added that he had married your husband to me."
"My husband to you!"
"I told you we"d better let this matter alone."
In a second Lady Isabelle"s hands were on Miss Fitzgerald"s shoulders, and her eyes blazed into the eyes of the Irish girl.
"The truth, woman, the truth! Is he my husband?"
"Yes."
"Then why does Mr. Lambert----?"
"Because he believes that I was the bride."
"Did you tell him so?"
"No, but when I went to make the arrangements he blundered into the mistake--and--well, I didn"t take the trouble to correct him."
"You dared!"
"Yes," she replied. "I"d do a good deal for Jack--we used to care for each other once."
Her Ladyship"s eyes flashed dangerously, and Miss Fitzgerald hastened to add:
"Of course that was all over long ago--I know Jack too well."
"How dared you do it?" asked her accuser again.
"It was risky, but our names were the same, and he"s half blind and somewhat deaf, and in his dotage. The chances of escaping detection were good, as the event has proved."
"How dared you do it?"
"Of course it wasn"t my affair whether Jack told you or not. It was legal and that"s the main thing."
"How dared you do it?"
"You needn"t be so nasty about it; it was merely to be obliging. If you think it amusing to be a dummy bride----"
"Be silent!"
The two women stood facing each other, breathing hard, as though resting from physical combat; the face of one expressing infinite contempt, of the other infinite anger. At this juncture a servant brought a telegram to Lady Isabelle.
Thankful for the relief from an awkward pause, she tore it open, and her face lit up as she read its message.
"Still in London. Uncle died this morning, leaving me his heir. As preliminaries take some time to arrange, am returning to you to-morrow.
"JACK."
"There!" she said, showing it to her antagonist. "I suppose it"s wicked to rejoice in any one"s death; but it"s a great relief, for it gives me back my husband--and he shall defend me from you!"
"I don"t think your husband will be down on me."
"He"ll proclaim the truth about our marriage. It should never have been concealed, least of all by dishonourable means."
"You forget yourself, Lady Isabelle."