And so it was left, and for the following sad days Forrester kept his word and Faith was left in peace. There was nothing seriously the matter with her, the doctor said, but she was suffering from shock and nervous prostration, and must be kept quiet.
Peg and Forrester got to be almost friendly during that week. There was so much to see to, so much to arrange.
Forrester had given notice to the two school teachers who had lodged with Mrs. Ledley, and had told the landlord that he was giving up the house. Then he went to Shawyer and asked how a man set about finding a school for two little girls.
"A boarding school?" Mr. Shawyer asked, and the Beggar Man said "Yes, and a top-hole one too! I don"t mind the expense, but it"s got to be a first-cla.s.s place, and with a woman at its head who"ll be kind to a couple of poor little motherless kids."
Mr. Shawyer brought his wife along. She had no children of her own, but she adored children, and had endless understanding and sympathy for them.
She was only too eager to hunt for a school for the twins. She was like a delighted child with a new doll, or, rather, two new dolls, when one afternoon she was introduced to the twins--rather sad-faced little mites now, in their black and white frocks.
"She"s the right one, thank heaven," the Beggar Man thought, as he saw the way in which she took them both to her heart, and he heaved a deep sigh of relief, for he had been greatly worried with so much responsibility all at once.
But Mrs. Shawyer took it from him willingly; she shopped for the twins, and found them a school in the country within driving distance of her own home.
"I"ll look after them, don"t you worry, Mr. Forrester," she told him.
"They"ll be as happy as the day is long."
She wanted to carry them off then and there, but Forrester knew he could not take them without first telling Faith, and that was a duty which he dreaded.
He consulted Peg about it. What ought he to do? Was Faith well enough to see him yet? Peg looked away guiltily.
"She"s been well enough for some time," she said honestly. "But every time I mention it to her she seems to shrivel up, so you"d best go in of your own accord, and I"ll know nothing about it."
There was a little smile in her eyes as she watched him turn towards Faith"s room. He was so big and burly and strong-looking, but she was not one whit deceived, and she knew that he was as nervous as a girl as he knocked at his wife"s door.
Faith said "Come in" in a small, tired voice, and the Beggar Man turned the handle and walked in.
He had not seen her for a week, and his first emotion was one of unutterable thankfulness that she did not look as ill and frail as he had dreaded. She was sitting by the window, and the room was full of flowers, which Peg had bought with his money, and Faith wore a black frock, bought with his money also!
She started up when she saw him, the colour rushing to her face. She looked past him furtively to the door, but evidently realized how hopeless were her chances of escape, for she sat down again resignedly, though her soft, childish face took a curiously hard expression.
"I am glad you are better," said the Beggar Man. He was very nervous; he stood against the door, the width of the room between them, his hands deep-thrust into his pockets so that he should not yield to his impulse to go across to her and take her into his arms. A deep pity for her surged into his heart. She was his wife, but she was only a child, and they were almost strangers.
"Peg has been very good to you--to all of us," he said, hoping to soften her. "I like your friend Peg," he added kindly.
Faith did not move or answer.
"I wanted to speak to you about the future," he went on desperately.
She raised her eyes then; such frightened eyes they were.
"My future has nothing to do with you," she said. "I can go my own way--I don"t want any help."
He moved away from the door, dragged a chair up and sat down beside her.
"You"re talking nonsense, and you know you are," he said very quietly.
"You are my wife, and the law is on my side. I don"t want to be harsh or unjust, but I can force you to come away with me this moment if I choose--not that I intend to," he added, meeting her terrified eyes, "because you are going to be a sensible little girl, and we are going to be very happy together. I want to do all I can for you. I want to give you everything in my power. I have found a school for the twins--a school where they will be well looked after and cared for, and ...
Faith!"
She had started to her feet. She was shaking in every limb, her face white.
"You dare to try and take them away," she panted, fear of him swallowed up in her greater fear of losing the twins. "They belong to me! They are mine! They"re all I"ve got in the world. I"ll never let them go, never, never!" She broke down into violent sobbing. "Peg promised me she would help me keep them away from you. I suppose she"s broken her word," she panted.
"Peg is a sensible woman," said Forrester shortly. With all his pity and affection for her, he was losing patience fast. He believed firmness was the best method of managing her, after all. He rose to his feet.
"I don"t want to upset you, Faith, but we have had enough nonsense. The twins are going to school next week, and you are leaving this house and coming to live with me. I have arranged everything."
She wrung her hands.
"I will never live with you. I hate you. Mother hated you! You killed my father--you ruined his life."
She was only repeating parrot-like what she had always been told of the "bad man"; of the true facts of the story she knew nothing.
The Beggar Man turned very pale.
"I have heard something of this from your friend Peg," he said grimly.
"Possibly it _is_ true that through some business transaction I got the better of your father. But anyway it must have been years ago, and I never knew him personally. If they say all is fair in love and war, it"s fair in business, too. He would have got the better of me if he had been able to do so, no doubt. Anyway, I mean to thrash the matter to the bottom, and let you know the exact truth, even if it goes against me to tell you. I may not be proud of everything that has happened in my life, but I"m not going to lie about it anyway.... Faith, stop crying!" His voice was harsh now, and Faith"s tears dried as if by magic.
She looked so forlorn, so very young, and a sudden revulsion of feeling swept through the man"s heart. He was already bitterly disappointed with his marriage. He had had such wonderful schemes for moulding his wife to his own ideas, and now he knew that he had been a fool to ever hope anything from such a gamble! But he was a fighter, and he had no intention of acknowledging defeat. He held out his hand to her.
"Come, Faith, be friends with me! You used to like me, you know," he added, with a faint smile. "And it"s less than a month ago. A short time, surely."
She clasped her hands tightly in her lap, and her pretty voice sounded like steel when she spoke.
"I didn"t know then that you were Ralph Scammel!--I didn"t know then--that you killed my father."
It was a piteous exaggeration of the truth, and Forrester flushed to the roots of his hair, but he kept his temper admirably. He even managed a laugh as he turned to the door.
"Well, I"m not arguing with you now about it," he said hardily. "I"ll say good-night."
When he had gone, Peg came in to Faith, and the younger girl broke down once more into pitiable weeping.
"He says he is sending the twins away; he says that I must go and live with him. You wouldn"t, would you, Peg? You hate him, don"t you?"
Peg did not answer. She stood looking out of the window with moody eyes, and then she said abruptly:
"I hate Scammel as Scammel, but--there"s something about Nicholas Forrester, as Nicholas Forrester----" she paused. "Faith, do you know what I think?"
Faith shook her head. She was always tremendously influenced by Peg; she waited with breathless eagerness now for her words.
Peg fell into her favourite pose; hands on hips, head a little awry.
"Well, I think that unless you"re a little fool you"ll do as he tells you," she said.
Faith stared at her friend with incredulous eyes. She had counted on her to the uttermost; she could not believe that at the eleventh hour Peg would fail her like this.
"Do as he tells me!" she gasped, helplessly. "After all you have said!
Oh, what has happened to change you so! I thought you were my friend."