She suffered him to put it to her lips and drank submissively. But in a moment she put up a restraining hand. "You finish it!" she said, and pushed it gently towards him.
He took it and held it high. The light gleamed crimson in the wine; it glowed like liquid fire. A moment he held it so, then without a word he carried it to his lips and drained it.
A second later there came the sound of splintering gla.s.s, and Avery, turning in her chair, discovered that he had flung it over his shoulder.
She gazed at him in amazement astonished by his action. "Piers!"
But something in his face checked her. "No one will ever drink out of that gla.s.s again," he said. "Are you ready? Shall we go in the garden for a breath of air?"
She went with him, but on the terrace outside he stopped impulsively.
"Avery darling, I don"t mean to be a selfish beast; but I"ve got to prowl for a bit. Would you rather go to bed?"
His arm was round her; she leaned against him half-laughing. "Do you know, dear, that bedroom frightens me with its magnificence! Don"t prowl too long!"
He bent to her swiftly. "Avery! Do you want me?"
"Just to scare away the bogies," she made answer, with a lightness that scarcely veiled a deeper feeling. "And when you"ve done that--quite thoroughly--perhaps--" She stopped.
"Perhaps--" whispered Piers.
"Perhaps I"ll tell you a secret," she said still lightly. "By the way, dear, I found a letter from Mr. Crowther waiting for me. I put it in your room for you to read. He writes so kindly. Wouldn"t you like him to be our first visitor?"
There was a moment"s silence before Piers made answer.
"To be sure," he said then. "We mustn"t forget Crowther. You wrote and told him everything, I suppose?"
"Yes, everything. He seems very fond of you, Piers. But you must read his letter. It concerns you quite as much as it does me. There! I am going.
Good-bye! Come up soon!"
She patted his shoulder and turned away. Somehow it had not been easy to speak of Crowther. She had known that in doing so she had introduced an unwelcome subject. But Crowther was too great a friend to ignore. She felt that she had treated him somewhat casually already; for it was only the previous week that she had written to tell him of her marriage.
Crowther was in town, studying hard for an examination, and she felt convinced that he would be willing to pay them a visit. She also knew that for some reason Piers was reluctant to ask him, but she felt that that fact ought not to influence her. For she owed a debt of grat.i.tude to Crowther which she could never forget.
But all thought of Crowther faded from her mind when she found herself once more in that eerie, tapestry-hung bedroom. The place had been lighted with candles, but they only seemed to emphasize the gloom. She wondered how often the last Lady Evesham--the warm-blooded, pa.s.sionate Italian woman with her love of the sun and all things beautiful--had stood as she stood now and shuddered at the dreary splendour of her surroundings. How homesick she must have been, Avery thought to herself, as she undressed in the flickering candle-light! How her soul must have yearned for the glittering Southern life she had left!
She thought of Sir Beverley. He must have been very like Piers in his youth, less fierce, less intense, but in many ways practically the same, giving much and demanding even more, restless and exacting, but withal so lovable, so hard to resist, so infinitely dear. All her love for Piers throbbed suddenly up to the surface. How good he was to her! What would life be without him? She reproached herself for ingrat.i.tude and discontent. Life was a beautiful thing if only she would have it so.
She knelt down at length by the deep cushioned window-seat and began to pray. The night was dim and quiet, and as she prayed she gradually forgot the shadows behind her and seemed to lose herself in the immensity of its peace. She realized as never before that by her love she must prevail. It was the one weapon, unfailing and invincible, that alone would serve her, when she could rely upon no other. She knew that he had felt its influence, that there were times when he did instinctive reverence to it, as to that which is holy. She knew moreover that there was that within him that answered to it as it were involuntarily--a fiery essence in which his pa.s.sion had no part which dwelt deep down in his turbulent heart--a germ of greatness which she knew might blossom into Love Immortal.
He was young, he was young. He wanted life, all he could get of it. And he left the higher things because as yet he was undeveloped. He had not felt that hunger of the spirit which only that which is spiritual can satisfy. It would come. She was sure it would come. She was watching for it day by day. His wings were still untried. He did not want to soar. But by-and-bye the heights would begin to draw him. And then--then they would soar together. But till that day dawned, her love must be the guardian of them both.
There came a slight sound in the room behind her. She turned swiftly. "Piers!"
He was close to her. As she started to her feet his arms enclosed her. He looked down into her eyes, holding her fast pressed to him.
"I didn"t mean to disturb you," he said. "But--when I saw you were praying--I had to come in. I wanted so awfully to know--if you would get an answer."
"But, Piers!" she protested.
He kissed her lips. "Don"t be angry, Avery! I"m not scoffing. I don"t know enough about G.o.d to scoff at Him. Tell me! Do you ever get an answer, or are you content to go jogging on like the rest of the world without?"
She made an effort to free herself. "Do you know, Piers, I can"t talk to you about--holy things--when you are holding me like this."
He looked stubborn. "I don"t know what you mean by holy things. I"m not a believer. At least I don"t believe in prayer. I can get all I want without it."
"I wonder!" Avery said.
She was still trying to disengage herself, but as he held her with evident determination she desisted.
There followed a silence during which her grey eyes met his black ones steadily, fearlessly, resolutely. Then in a whisper Piers spoke, his lips still close to hers. "Tell me what you were praying for, sweetheart!"
She smiled a little. "No, dear, not now! It"s nothing that"s in your power to give me. Shall we sit on the window-seat and talk?"
But Piers was loath to let her go from his arms. He knelt beside her as she sat, still holding her.
She put her arm round his neck. "Do you remember your Star of Hope?" she asked him softly.
"I remember," said Piers, but he did not turn his eyes to the night sky; they still dwelt upon her.
Avery"s face was toward the window. The drapery fell loosely away from her throat. He stooped forward suddenly and pressed his hot lips upon her soft white flesh.
A little tremor went through her at his touch; she kept her face turned from him.
"Have you really got all you want?" she asked after a moment. "Is there nothing at all left to hope for?"
"Didn"t we drink to the future only to-night?" he said.
His arms were drawing her, but still she kept her face turned away. "Did you mean anything by that?" she asked. "Were you--were you thinking of anything special?"
He did not at once answer her. He waited till with an odd reluctance she turned her face towards him. Then, "I was thinking of you," he said.
Her heart gave a quick throb. "Of me?" she questioned below her breath.
"Of you," he said again. "For myself, I have got all I can ever hope for.
But you--you would be awfully happy, wouldn"t you, if--"
"If--" murmured Avery.
He stooped again to kiss her white bosom. "And it would be a bond between us," he said, as if continuing some remark he had not uttered.
She turned more fully to him. "Do we need that?" she said.
"We might--some day," he answered, in a tone that somehow made it impossible for her to protest. "Anyhow, my darling, I knew,--I guessed.
And I"m awfully glad--for your sake."
She bent towards him. "Not for your own?" she whispered pleadingly.
He laid his head suddenly down upon her knees with a sound that was almost a groan.