Then Dr. Ivor knew I had come. He knew I was going to Palmyra to find him. And yet he had written to Quebec, apparently, expecting this crush, and asking his friend the Chief Constable to protect and befriend me. Had he murdered my father, and was he in love with me still? Did he think I"d come out, not to track him down, but to look for him? Strange, horrible questions! My heart stood still within me at this extraordinary revelation. Yet I was so frightened at the moment, alone in a strange land, that I felt almost grateful to the murderer himself for his kindness in thinking of me and providing for my reception.
As I settled in my seat and had time to realise what these things meant, it dawned upon me by degrees that all this was less remarkable, after all, than I first thought it. For they had telegraphed from England that I sailed on the Sarmatian; and Dr.
Ivor, like everybody else, must have read the telegram. He might naturally conclude I would be half-mobbed by reporters; and as it was clear he had once been fond of me--hateful as I felt it even to admit the fact to myself--he might really have desired to save me annoyance and trouble. It was degrading, to be sure, even to think I owed anything of any sort to such a wretch as that murderer; yet in a certain corner of my heart I couldn"t help being thankful to him.
But how strange to feel I had come there on purpose to hunt him down! How horrible that I must so repay good with evil!
Then a still more ghastly thought surged up suddenly in my mind. Why on earth did he think I was going to Palmyra? Was it possible he fancied I loved him still--that I wanted to marry him? Could he imagine I"d come out just to fling myself at his feet and ask him to take me? Could he suppose I"d forgotten all the rest of my past life, and his vile act as well, and yet remembered alone what little love, if any, I ever had borne him? It was incredible that any man, however wicked, however conceited, should think such folly as that--that a girl would marry her father"s murderer; and yet what might not one expect from a man who, after having shot my father, had still the inconceivable and unbelievable audacity to take deliberate steps for securing my own comfort and happiness? From such a wretch as that, one might look for almost anything!
For ten minutes or more, as we whirled along the line in the Pullman car, I was too dazed and confused to notice anything around me. My brain swam vaguely, filled full with wild whirling thoughts; the strange drama of my life, always teeming with mysteries, seemed to culminate in this reception in an unknown land by people who appeared almost to know more about my business than I myself did. I gazed out of the window blankly. In some vague dim way I saw we were pa.s.sing between rocky hills, pine-clad and beautiful, with deep glimpses now and then into the riven gorge of a n.o.ble river. But I didn"t even realise to myself that these were Canadian hills--those were the heights of Abraham--that was the silver St. Lawrence. It all pa.s.sed by like a living dream. I sat still in my chair, as one stunned and faint; I gazed out, more dead than alive, on the unfamiliar scene that unrolled itself in exquisite panorama before me. Quebec and the Laurentian hills were to me half unreal: the inner senses alone were awake and conscious.
Presently a gentle voice at my side broke, not at all unpleasantly, the current of my reflections. It was a lady"s voice, very sweet and musical.
"I"m afraid," it said kindly, with an air of tender solicitude, "you only just caught the train, and were hurried and worried and flurried at the last at the station. You look so white and tired.
How your breath comes and goes! And I think you"re new to our Canadian ways. I saw you didn"t understand about the checks for the baggage. Let me take away this bag and put it up in the rack for you. Here"s a footstool for your feet; that"ll make you more comfortable."
At the first sound of her sweet voice, I turned to look at the speaker. She was a girl, perhaps a year or two younger than myself, very slender and graceful, and with eyes like a mother"s. She wasn"t exactly pretty, but her face was so full of intelligence and expression that it was worth a great deal more than any doll-like prettiness.
Perhaps it was pleasure at being spoken to kindly at all in this land of strangers; perhaps it was revulsion from the agony of shame and modesty I had endured at Quebec; but, at any rate, I felt drawn at first sight to my sweet-voiced fellow-traveller. Besides, she reminded me somewhat of Minnie Moore, and that resemblance alone was enough to attract me. I looked up at her gratefully.
"Oh, thank you so much!" I cried, putting my bag in her hand. "I"ve only just come out from England; and I"d hardly time at Quebec to catch the train; and the people crowded around so, that I was fl.u.s.tered at landing; and everything somehow seems to be going against me."
And with that my poor overwrought nerves gave way all at once, and without any more ado I just burst out crying.
The lady by my side leant over me tenderly.
"There--cry, dear," she said, as if she"d known me for years, stooping down and almost caressing me. "Jack,"--and she turned to a tall gentleman at her side,--"quick! you"ve got my black bag; get me out the sal volatile. She"s quite faint, poor thing; we must look after her instantly."
The person to whom she spoke, and who was apparently her husband or her brother, took down the black bag from the rack hastily, and got out the sal volatile, as my friend directed him. He poured a little into a tumbler and held it quietly to my lips. I liked his manner, as I"d liked the lady"s. He was so very brotherly. Besides, there was something extremely soothing about his quick, noiseless way. He did it all so fast, yet without the faintest sign of agitation. I couldn"t help thinking what a good nurse he would make; he was so rapid and effective, yet so gentle and so quiet. He seemed perfectly accustomed to the ways of nervous women.
I dried my eyes after a while, and looked up in his face. He was very good-looking, and had a charming soft smile. How lucky I should have tumbled upon such pleasant travelling companions! In my present mental state, I had need of sympathy. And, indeed, they took as much care of me, and coddled me up as tenderly, as if they"d known me for years. I was almost tempted to make a clean breast of my personality to them, and tell them why it was I had been so worried and upset by my reception at Quebec: but I shrank from confessing it. I hated my own name, almost, it seemed to bring me such very unpleasant notoriety.
In a very few minutes, I felt quite at home with my new friends. I explained to them that when I landed I had no intention of going on West by train at once, but that news which I received on the way had compelled me to push forward by the very first chance; and that I had to change my ticket at a place called Sharbot Lake, whose very position or distance I hadn"t had time to discover. The lady smiled sweetly, and calmed my fears by telling me we wouldn"t reach Sharbot Lake till mid-day to-morrow, and that I would have plenty of time there to book on to my destination.
Thus encouraged, I went on to tell them I had no Canadian money, having brought out what I needed for travelling expenses and hotels in Bank of England 20 pound notes. The lady smiled again, and said in the friendliest way:
"Oh, my brother"ll get them changed for you at Montreal as we pa.s.s, won"t you, Jack? or at least as much as you need till you get to"--she checked herself--"the end of your journey."
I noticed how she pulled herself up, though at the moment I attached no particular importance to it.
So he was her brother, not her husband, then! Well, he was a very nice fellow, either way, and n.o.body could be kinder or more sympathetic than he"d been to me so far.
We fell into conversation, which soon by degrees grew quite intimate.
"How far West are you going?" the man she called Jack asked after a little time, tentatively.
And I answered, all unsuspiciously:
"To a place called Palmyra."
"Why, we live not far from Palmyra," the sister replied, with a smile. "We"re going that way now. Our station"s Adolphus Town, the very next village."
I hadn"t yet learned to join the wisdom of the serpent to the innocence of the dove, I"m afraid. Remember, though in some ways I was a woman full grown, in others I was little more than a four-year-old baby.
"Do you know a Dr. Ivor there?" I asked eagerly, leaning forward.
"Oh, yes, quite well," the lady answered, arranging my footstool more comfortably as she spoke. "He"s got a farm out there now, and hardly practises at all. How queer it is! One always finds one knows people in common. Is Dr. Ivor a friend of yours?"
I recoiled at the stray question almost as if I"d been shot.
"Oh, no!" I cried, horrified at the bare idea of such treason. "He"s anything but a friend... I--I only wanted to know about him."
The lady looked at Jack, and Jack looked at the lady. Were they telegraphing signs? I fancied somehow they gave one another very meaning glances. Jack was the first to speak, breaking an awkward silence.
"You can"t expect everyone to know your own friends, or to like them either, Elsie," he said slowly, with his eyes fixed hard on her, as if he expected her to flare up.
My heart misgave me. A hateful idea arose in it. Could my sweet travelling companion be engaged--to my father"s murderer?
"But he"s a dear good fellow, for all that, Jack," Elsie said stoutly; and strange as it sounds to say so, I admired her for sticking up for her friend Dr. Ivor, if she really liked him. "I won"t hear him run down by anybody, not even by YOU. If this lady knew him better, I"m sure she"d like him, as we all do."
Jack turned the conversation abruptly.
"But if you"re going to Palmyra," he asked, "where do you mean to stop? Have you thought about lodgings? You mustn"t imagine it"s a place like an English town, with an inn or hotel or good private apartments. There"s nowhere you can put up at in these brand-new villages. Are you going to friends, or did you expect to find quarters as easily as in England?"
This was a difficulty which, indeed, had never even occurred to me till that moment. I stammered and hesitated.
"Well," I said slowly, "to tell you the truth, I haven"t thought about that. The landing at Quebec was such a dreadful surprise to me, and"--tears came into my eyes again--"I had a great shock there--and I had to come on so quick, I didn"t ask about anything but catching the train. I meant to stop a night or two either at Quebec or in Montreal, and to make all inquiries: but circ.u.mstances, you see, have prevented that. So I really don"t know what I"d better do when I get to Palmyra."
"I do," my new friend answered quickly, her soft sweet voice having quite a decisive ring in it. "You"d better not go on to Palmyra at all. There"s no sort of accommodation there, except a horrid drinking-saloon. You"d better stop short at Adolphus Town and spend the night with us; and then you can look about you next day, if you like, and see what chance there may be of finding decent quarters.
Old Mrs. Wilkins might take her in, Jack, or the Blacks at the tannery."
I smiled, and felt touched.
"Oh, how good of you!" I cried. "But I really couldn"t think of it.
Thank you ever so much, though, for your kind thought, all the same.
It"s so good and sweet of you. But you don"t even know who I am. I have no introduction."
"You"re your own best introduction," Elsie said, with a pretty nod: I thought of her somehow from the very first moment I heard her name as Elsie. "And as to your not knowing us, never mind about that. We know YOU at first sight. It"s the Canadian way to entertain Angels unawares. Out here, you know, hospitality"s the rule of the country."
Well, I demurred for a long time; I fought off their invitation as well as I could: I couldn"t bear thus to quarter myself upon utter strangers. But they both were so pressing, and brought up so many cogent arguments why I couldn"t go alone to the one village saloon--a mere whisky-drinking public-house, they said, of very bad character,--that in the long run I was fain almost to acquiesce in their kind plan for my temporary housing. Besides, after my horrid experience at Quebec, it was such a positive relief to me to meet anybody nice and delicate, that I couldn"t find it in my heart to refuse these dear people. And then, perhaps it was best not to go quite on to Palmyra at once, for fear of unexpectedly running against my father"s murderer. If I met him in the street, and he recognised me and spoke to me, what on earth could I do? My head was all in a whirl, indeed, as to what he might intend or expect: for I felt sure he expected me. I made one last despairing effort.
"If I stop at your house, though," I said, half ashamed of myself for venturing to make conditions, "there"s one promise you must make me--that I sha"n"t see Dr. Ivor unless you let me know and get my consent beforehand."
Jack, as I called him to myself, answered gaily back with a rather curious smile:
"If you like, you need see n.o.body but our own two selves. We"ll promise not to introduce anybody to you without due leave, and to let you do as you like in that and in everything."
So I yielded at last.
"Well, I must know your name," I said tentatively.