"You have certain things I want."
"As for instance?"
"You have position--I have money."
"What sort of position do you imagine me to have?"
"You have the _entree_ to the best society in England."
"It does not follow that I can give that _entree_ to my wife."
"If you have a particular kind of wife, it does."
"And you would be that particular kind of wife?"
"I should. I have sufficient brains, sufficient looks, and sufficient money."
"What is your idea of sufficient money?"
"I can spend, say, between forty and fifty thousand pounds a year, and still economise."
For the first time, he evinced genuine surprise. I thought I had him; but I had not.
"Between forty and fifty thousand pounds a year? No. Then why do you live in such a place as this?"
"If you have any doubts as to the existence of the money, I shall be happy to give you ample proof, not only that my income is considerably over the larger of the two sums which I have mentioned, but also that it is certain to increase."
"Then you are a rich woman, even as riches go. You might have your choice of the best _partis_ in England. You would have no difficulty in marrying a man who really has what I only have in your imagination--family and influence. For instance, there is Archie Beaupre. He has some of the bluest blood in England in his veins. He has just the things you want. Why not marry him?"
"If I did, you would hang."
He smiled. It seemed to me that this time his smile was a little strained.
"Again I am compelled to ask, why do you wish to marry me?--me, in particular?"
"I will hint at a possible reason--one which may commend itself to you.
You said, just now, that when first you saw me something told you that we were sympathetic. That something told you aright--we are."
I had hit him at last. Something came into his face and eyes which said I had. It stayed only for a moment. But it stayed long enough to show that, under that expressionless mask, there was a volcano raging.
"You certainly are an unusual type of woman."
"Precisely; and you are an unusual type of man. We approximate."
He laughed out loud. But, to my ear, there was something in his laughter which was scarcely gay.
"But, my dearest lady, you are aware that I am already engaged to be married?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I have seen something about it in the papers."
"And now you hear it from me as a fact. There are circ.u.mstances as connected with my engagement which render it certain that, if by any overt act of mine, it is ruptured, I shall be ruined, I shall forfeit my reputation; I shall lose, entirely, and for ever, what you say you want--that fragment of a position, which in reality is all that I possess."
I simply tilted my chair backwards, pressed the tips of my fingers together, and smiled at him.
"I have enough money to buy it back again--all that you are likely to lose, and more. I would not allow any consideration of that kind, if I were you, to frighten me. Besides, I think that, perhaps unconsciously, you exaggerate. However, don"t let us carry the discussion just now any farther. The great thing is that we understand each other. Should I remain a free agent, or, in other words, should I not be your wife, in time, I shall do my utmost to save the life of an innocent man."
"What do you mean by being my wife in time?"
"Within eight-and-forty hours of the jury bringing in a verdict of guilty against Mr. Tennant."
"Poor wretch! Then, I take it, you do not require a promise from me now?"
"Neither now nor at any other time. From first to last the matter is purely one for your own consideration. It is your affair, not mine.
There are such things as special licenses. I believe one can get married within twelve hours. By the way, Mr. Townsend, I want you to do me a favour."
"If I can. What is it?"
"I want you to get me a ticket for the trial."
He started--really! The start was unconcealed. There was no mistake about it.
"The trial? Do you mean for Tennant"s trial?"
"I do."
"Do you propose to be present?"
"Certainly."
"What for?"
"It will be so funny."
"Are you meditating active interposition?"
He eyed me as if he would have searched out my inmost soul. His anxiety--obvious at last--amused me.
"My dear Mr. Townsend, you may take my word for it that I shall stand, literally and exactly, to every syllable I have uttered. You need be under no apprehension of my interposing in the trial. I shall do nothing in the business, of any sort or kind, until eight-and-forty hours after Mr. Tennant has been found guilty. What I am to do then rests, as I have explained, with you. You will be able to obtain the ticket I require from your friend, Sir Haselton Jardine."
The keenness of his scrutiny relaxed. Possibly he deemed it wiser to pretend that he was satisfied, even if he was not.
"If I can get you a ticket, you shall have one. I think I have read somewhere that, on a question of taste, there is no room for disputation." He smiled--his natural smile once more. "And now, dear Mrs. Carruth, let me a.s.sure you that I am very sensitive of the compliment which you have paid me and of the still greater honour which you would do me. Of my own unworthiness I am but too conscious. But I would ask you to let me tell you frankly--since frankness is the order of the day--that, were it not for the ramifications and complications of my unfortunate position, I should long ere this have been at your feet, upon my knees. I protest that, more than once when in your presence, I have experienced the greatest difficulty in keeping myself upstanding."
I laughed. How the man could lie! With what a grace!
We parted the best of friends.