"By Jove!"
"Fact. I"ve just come from a mad ride along the sh.o.r.e. I"ve been mad, I think, for two or three hours. Of all the monstrous, abominable, infernal, and unheard-of catastrophes this is the worst."
He stopped, and puffed away desperately at his cigar.
"Don"t keep a fellow in suspense this way," said Hawbury at last.
"What"s up? Out with it, man."
"Well, you know, yesterday I called there."
Hawbury nodded.
"She was not at home."
"So you said."
"You know she really wasn"t, for I told you that I met their carriage.
The whole party were in it, and on the front seat beside Minnie there was another lady. This is the one that I had not seen before. She makes the fourth in that party. She and Minnie had their backs turned as they came up. The other ladies bowed as they pa.s.sed, and as I held off my hat I half turned to catch Minnie"s eyes, when I caught sight of the face of the lady. It startled me so much that I was thunder-struck, and stood there with my hat off after they had pa.s.sed me for some time."
"You said nothing about that, old chap. Who the deuce could she have been?"
"No, I said nothing about it. As I cantered off I began to think that it was only a fancy of mine, and finally I was sure of it, and laughed it off. For, you must know, the lady"s face looked astonishingly like a certain face that I don"t particularly care to see--certainly not in such close connection with Minnie. But, you see, I thought it might have been my fancy, so that I finally shook off the feeling, and said nothing to you about it."
Dacres paused here, rubbed his hand violently over his hair at the place where the scar was, and then, frowning heavily, resumed:
"Well, this afternoon I called again. They were at home. On entering I found three ladies there. One was Lady Dalrymple, and the others were Minnie and her friend Ethel--either her friend or her sister. I think she"s her sister. Well, I sat for about five minutes, and was just beginning to feel the full sense of my happiness, when the door opened and another lady entered. Hawbury"--and Dacres"s tones deepened into an awful solemnity--"Hawbury, it was the lady that I saw in the carriage yesterday. One look at her was enough. I was a.s.sured then that my impressions yesterday were not dreams, but the d.a.m.nable and abhorrent truth!"
"What impressions--you haven"t told me yet, you know?"
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"Wait a minute. I rose as she entered, and confronted her. She looked at me calmly, and then stood as though expecting to be introduced.
There was no emotion visible whatever. She was prepared for it: I was not: and so she was as cool as when I saw her last, and, what is more, just as young and beautiful."
"The devil!" cried Hawbury.
Dacres poured out another gla.s.s of ale and drank it. His hand trembled slightly as he put down the gla.s.s, and he sat for some time in thought before he went on.
"Well, Lady Dalrymple introduced us. It was Mrs. Willoughby!"
"By Jove!" cried Hawbury. "I saw you were coming to that."
"Well, you know, the whole thing was so sudden, so unexpected, and so perfectly overwhelming, that I stood transfixed. I said nothing. I believe I bowed, and then somehow or other, I really don"t know how, I got away, and, mounting my horse, rode off like a madman. Then I came home, and here you see me."
There was a silence now for some time.
"Are you sure that it was your wife?"
"Of course I am. How could I be mistaken?"
"Are you sure the name was Willoughby?"
"Perfectly sure."
"And that is the name your wife took?"
"Yes; I told you so before, didn"t I?"
"Yes. But think now. Mightn"t there be some mistake?"
"Pooh! how could there be any mistake?"
"Didn"t you see any change in her?"
"No, only that she looked much more quiet than she used to. Not so active, you know. In her best days she was always excitable, and a little demonstrative; but now she seems to have sobered down, and is as quiet and well-bred as any of the others."
"Was there not any change in her at all?"
"Not so much as I would have supposed; certainly not so much as there is in me. But then I"ve been knocking about all over the world, and she"s been living a life of peace and calm, with the sweet consciousness of having triumphed over a hated husband, and possessing a handsome competency. Now she mingles in the best society. She a.s.sociates with lords and ladies. She enjoys life in England, while I am an exile. No doubt she pa.s.ses for a fine young widow. No doubt, too, she has lots of admirers. They aspire to her hand. They write poetry to her. They make love to her. Confound her!"
Dacres"s voice grew more and more agitated and excited as he spoke, and at length his tirade against his wife ended in something that was almost a roar.
Hawbury said nothing, but listened, with his face full of sympathy. At last his pent-up feeling found expression in his favorite exclamation, "By Jove!"
"Wouldn"t I be justified in wringing her neck?" asked Dacres, after a pause. "And what"s worse," he continued, without waiting for an answer to his question--"what"s worse, her presence here in this unexpected way has given me, _me_, mind you, a sense of guilt, while she is, of course, immaculate. _I_, mind you--_I_, the injured husband, with the scar on my head from a wound made by _her_ hand, and all the ghosts of my ancestors howling curses over me at night for my desolated and ruined home--_I_ am to be conscience-stricken in her presence, as if I were a felon, while _she_, the really guilty one--the blight and bitter destruction of my life--_she_ is to appear before me now as injured, and must make her appearance here, standing by the side of that sweet child-angel, and warning me away. Confound it all, man! Do you mean to say that such a thing is to be borne?"
Dacres was now quite frantic; so Hawbury, with a sigh of perplexity, lighted a fresh cigar, and thus took refuge from the helplessness of his position. It was clearly a state of things in which advice was utterly useless, and consolation impossible. What could he advise, or what consolation could he offer? The child-angel was now out of his friend"s reach, and the worst fears of the lover were more than realized.
"I told you I was afraid of this," continued Dacres. "I had a suspicion that she was alive, and I firmly believe she"ll outlive me forty years; but I must say I never expected to see her in this way, under such circ.u.mstances. And then to find her so infernally beautiful! Confound her! she don"t look over twenty-five. How the mischief does she manage it? Oh, she"s a deep one! But perhaps she"s changed. She seems so calm, and came into the room so gently, and looked at me so steadily. Not a tremor, not a shake, as I live. Calm, Sir; cool as steel, and hard too. She looked away, and then looked back. They were searching glances, too, as though they read me through and through. Well, there was no occasion for that. She ought to know Scone Dacres well enough, I swear. Cool! And there stood I, with the blood flashing to my head, and throbbing fire underneath the scar of her wound--hers--her own property, for she made it! That was the woman that kicked me, that struck at me, that caused the destruction of my ancestral house, that drove me to exile, and that now drives me back from my love. But, by Heaven! it"ll take more than her to do it; and I"ll show her again, as I showed her once before, that Scone Dacres is her master. And, by Jove! she"ll find that it"ll take more than herself to keep me away from Minnie Fay."
"See here, old boy," said Hawbury, "you may as well throw up the sponge."
"I won"t," said Dacres, gruffly.
"You see it isn"t your wife that you have to consider, but the girl; and do you think the girl or her friends would have a married man paying his attentions in that quarter? Would you have the face to do it under your own wife"s eye? By Jove!"
The undeniable truth of this a.s.sertion was felt by Dacres even in his rage. But the very fact that it was unanswerable, and that he was helpless, only served to deepen and intensify his rage. Yet he said nothing; it was only in his face and manner that his rage was manifested. He appeared almost to suffocate under the rush of fierce, contending pa.s.sions; big distended veins swelled out in his forehead, which was also drawn far down in a gloomy frown; his breath came thick and fast, and his hands were clenched tight together. Hawbury watched him in silence as before, feeling all the time the impossibility of saying any thing that could be of any use whatever.
"Well, old fellow," said Dacres at last, giving a long breath, in which he seemed to throw off some of his excitement, "you"re right, of course, and I am helpless. There"s no chance for me. Paying attentions is out of the question, and the only thing for me to do is to give up the whole thing. But that isn"t to be done at once. It"s been long since I"ve seen any one for whom I felt any tenderness, and this little thing, I know, is fond of me. I can"t quit her at once. I must stay on for a time, at least, and have occasional glimpses at her. It gives me a fresh sense of almost heavenly sweetness to look at her fair young face. Besides, I feel that I am far more to her than any other man. No other man has stood to her in the relation in which I have stood. Recollect how I saved her from death. That is no light thing. She must feel toward me as she has never felt to any other. She is not one who can forget how I s.n.a.t.c.hed her from a fearful death, and brought her back to life. Every time she looks at me she seems to convey all that to me in her glance."
"Oh, well, my dear fellow, really now," said Hawbury, "just think. You can"t do any thing."
"But I don"t want to do any thing."
"It never can end in any thing, you know."
"But I don"t want it to end in any thing."