Sir Jasper sprung to his side and put a strong arm about him, while a chorus of wonder, sympathy, and congratulations rose about them.
"Why, lad, what does it mean? Have you been deceiving us all this time?" cried Jasper, as Treherne leaned on him, looking exhausted but truly happy.
"It means that I am not to be a cripple all my life; that they did not deceive me when they said a sudden shock might electrify me with a more potent magnetism than any they could apply. It _has_, and if I am cured I owe it all to you, Octavia."
He stretched his hands to her with a gesture of such pa.s.sionate grat.i.tude that the girl covered her face to hide its traitorous tenderness, and my lady went to him, saying brokenly, as she embraced him with maternal warmth, "G.o.d bless you for this act, Maurice, and reward you with a perfect cure. To you I owe the lives of both my children; how can I thank you as I ought?"
"I dare not tell you yet," he whispered eagerly, then added, "I am growing faint, Aunt. Get me away before I make a scene."
This hint recalled my lady to her usual state of dignified self-possession. Bidding Jasper and the major help Treherne to his room without delay, she begged Rose to comfort her sister, who was sobbing hysterically, and as they all obeyed her, she led her daughter away to her own apartment, for the festivities of the evening were at an end.
At the same time Mrs. Snowdon and Annon bade my lady good-night, as if they also were about to retire, but as they reached the door of the gallery Mrs. Snowdon paused and beckoned Annon back. They were alone now, and, standing before the fire which had so nearly made that Christmas Eve a tragical one, she turned to him with a face full of interest and sympathy as she said, nodding toward the blackened shreds of Octavia"s dress, and the scorched tiger skin which still lay at their feet, "That was both a fortunate and an unfortunate little affair, but I fear Maurice"s gain will be your loss. Pardon my frankness for Octavia"s sake; she is a fine creature, and I long to see her given to one worthy of her. I am a woman to read faces quickly; I know that your suit does not prosper as you would have it, and I desire to help you. May I?"
"Indeed you may, and command any service of me in return. But to what do I owe this unexpected friendliness?" cried Annon, both grateful and surprised.
"To my regard for the young lady, my wish to save her from an unworthy man."
"Do you mean Treherne?" asked Annon, more and more amazed.
"I do. Octavia must not marry a gambler!"
"My dear lady, you labor under some mistake; Treherne is by no means a gambler. I owe him no goodwill, but I cannot hear him slandered."
"You are generous, but I am not mistaken. Can you, on your honor, a.s.sure me that Maurice never played?"
Mrs. Snowdon"s keen eyes were on him, and he looked embarra.s.sed for a moment, but answered with some hesitation, "Why, no, I cannot say that, but I can a.s.sure you that he is not an habitual gambler. All young men of his rank play more or less, especially abroad. It is merely an amus.e.m.e.nt with most, and among men is not considered dishonorable or dangerous. Ladies think differently, I believe, at least in England."
At the word "abroad," Mrs. Snowdon"s face brightened, and she suddenly dropped her eyes, as if afraid of betraying some secret purpose.
"Indeed we do, and well we may, many of us having suffered from this pernicious habit. I have had special cause to dread and condemn it, and the fear that Octavia should in time suffer what I have suffered as a girl urges me to interfere where otherwise I should be dumb. Mr. Annon, there was a rumor that Maurice was forced to quit Paris, owing to some dishonorable practices at the gaming table. Is this true?"
"Nay, don"t ask me; upon my soul I cannot tell you. I only know that something was amiss, but what I never learned. Various tales were whispered at the clubs, and Sir Jasper indignantly denied them all. The bravery with which Maurice saved his cousin, and the sad affliction which fell upon him, silenced the gossip, and it was soon forgotten."
Mrs. Snowdon remained silent for a moment, with brows knit in deep thought, while Annon uneasily watched her. Suddenly she glanced over her shoulder, drew nearer, and whispered cautiously, "Did the rumors of which you speak charge him with--" and the last word was breathed into Annon"s ear almost inaudibily.
He started, as if some new light broke on him, and stared at the speaker with a troubled face for an instant, saying hastily, "No, but now you remind me that when an affair of that sort was discussed the other day Treherne looked very odd, and rolled himself away, as if it didn"t interest him. I can"t believe it, and yet it may be something of the kind. That would account for old Sir Jasper"s whim, and Treherne"s steady denial of any knowledge of the cause. How in heaven"s name did you learn this?"
"My woman"s wit suggested it, and my woman"s will shall confirm or destroy the suspicion. My lady and Octavia evidently know nothing, but they shall if there is any danger of the girl"s being won by him."
"You would not tell her!" exclaimed Annon.
"I will, unless you do it" was the firm answer.
"Never! To betray a friend, even to gain the woman I love, is a thing I cannot do; my honor forbids it."
Mrs. Snowdon smiled scornfully.
"Men"s code of honor is a strong one, and we poor women suffer from it.
Leave this to me; do your best, and if all other means fail, you may be glad to try my device to prevent Maurice from marrying his cousin.
Grat.i.tude and pity are strong allies, and if he recovers, his strong will will move heaven and earth to gain her. Good night." And leaving her last words to rankle in Annon"s mind, Mrs. Snowdon departed to endure sleepless hours full of tormenting memories, newborn hopes, and alternations of determination and despair.
Treherne"s prospect of recovery filled the whole house with delight, for his patient courage and unfailing cheerfulness had endeared him to all.
It was no transient amendment, for day by day he steadily gained strength and power, pa.s.sing rapidly from chair to crutches, from crutches to a cane and a friend"s arm, which was always ready for him.
Pain returned with returning vitality, but he bore it with a fort.i.tude that touched all who witnessed it. At times motion was torture, yet motion was necessary lest the torpidity should return, and Treherne took his daily exercise with unfailing perseverance, saying with a smile, though great drops stood upon his forehead, "I have something dearer even than health to win. Hold me up, Jasper, and let me stagger on, in spite of everything, till my twelve turns are made."
He remembered Lady Treherne"s words, "If you were well, I"d gladly give my girl to you." This inspired him with strength, endurance, and a happiness which could not be concealed. It overflowed in looks, words, and acts; it infected everyone, and made these holidays the blithest the old abbey had seen for many a day.
Annon devoted himself to Octavia, and in spite of her command to be left in peace till the New Year, she was very kind--so kind that hope flamed up in his heart, though he saw that something like compa.s.sion often shone on him from her frank eyes, and her compliance had no touch of the tender docility which lovers long to see. She still avoided Treherne, but so skillfully that few observed the change but Annon and himself. In public Sir Jasper appeared to worship at the sprightly Rose"s shrine, and she fancied her game was prospering well.
But had any one peeped behind the scenes it would have been discovered that during the half hour before dinner, when everyone was in their dressing rooms and the general taking his nap, a pair of ghostly black figures flitted about the haunted gallery, where no servant ventured without orders. The major fancied himself the only one who had made this discovery, for Mrs. Snowdon affected Treherne"s society in public, and was a.s.siduous in serving and amusing the "dear convalescent," as she called him. But the general did not sleep; he too watched and waited, longing yet dreading to speak, and hoping that this was but a harmless freak of Edith"s, for her caprices were many, and till now he had indulged them freely. This hesitation disgusted the major, who, being a bachelor, knew little of women"s ways, and less of their powers of persuasion. The day before New Year he took a sudden resolution, and demanded a private interview with the general.
"I have come on an unpleasant errand, sir," he abruptly began, as the old man received him with an expression which rather daunted the major.
"My friendship for Lady Treherne, and my guardianship of her children, makes me jealous of the honor of the family. I fear it is in danger, sir; pardon me for saying it, but your wife is the cause."
"May I trouble you to explain, Major Royston" was all the general"s reply, as his old face grew stern and haughty.
"I will, sir, briefly. I happen to know from Jasper that there were love pa.s.sages between Miss Dubarry and himself a year or more ago in Paris. A whim parted them, and she married. So far no reproach rests upon either, but since she came here it has been evident to others as well as myself that Jasper"s affection has revived, and that Mrs. Snowdon does not reject and reprove it as she should. They often meet, and from Jasper"s manner I am convinced that mischief is afloat. He is ardent, headstrong, and utterly regardless of the world"s opinion in some cases. I have watched them, and what I tell you is true."
"Prove it."
"I will. They meet in the north gallery, wrapped in dark cloaks, and play ghost if anyone comes. I concealed myself behind the screen last evening at dusk, and satisfied myself that my suspicions were correct. I heard little of their conversation, but that little was enough."
"Repeat it, if you please."
"Sir Jasper seemed pleading for some promise which she reluctantly gave, saying, "While you live I will be true to my word with everyone but him.
He will suspect, and it will be useless to keep it from him."
""He will shoot me for this if he knows I am the traitor,"
expostulated Jasper.
""He shall not know that; I can hoodwink him easily, and serve my purpose also."
""You are mysterious, but I leave all to you and wait for my reward.
When shall I have it, Edith?" She laughed, and answered so low I could not hear, for they left the gallery as they spoke. Forgive me, General, for the pain I inflict. You are the only person to whom I have spoken, and you are the only person who can properly and promptly prevent this affair from bringing open shame and scandal on an honorable house. To you I leave it, and will do my part with this infatuated young man if you will withdraw the temptation which will ruin him."
"I will. Thank you, Major. Trust to me, and by tomorrow I will prove that I can act as becomes me."
The grief and misery in the general"s face touched the major; he silently wrung his hand and went away, thanking heaven more fervently than ever that no cursed coquette of a woman had it in her power to break his heart.
While this scene was going on above, another was taking place in the library. Treherne sat there alone, thinking happy thoughts evidently, for his eyes shone and his lips smiled as he mused, while watching the splendors of a winter sunset. A soft rustle and the faint scent of violets warned him of Mrs. Snowdon"s approach, and a sudden foreboding told him that danger was near. The instant he saw her face his fear was confirmed, for exultation, resolve, and love met and mingled in the expression it wore. Leaning in the window recess, where the red light shone full on her lovely face and queenly figure, she said, softly yet with a ruthless accent below the softness, "Dreaming dreams, Maurice, which will never come to pa.s.s, unless I will it. I know your secret, and I shall use it to prevent the fulfillment of the foolish hope you cherish."
"Who told you?" he demanded, with an almost fierce flash of the eye and an angry flush.
"I discovered it, as I warned you I should. My memory is good, I recall the gossip of long ago, I observe the faces, words, and acts of those whom I suspect, and unconscious hints from them give me the truth."
"I doubt it," and Treherne smiled securely.
She stooped and whispered one short sentence into his ear. Whatever it was it caused him to start up with a pale, panic-stricken face, and eye her as if she had p.r.o.nounced his doom.