She surprised him by receiving that remark in silence. The colour left her face. She sighed bitterly. The sigh puzzled Rufus: he held his opinion of her in suspense, until he had heard more.
"You said just now you would die for Amelius," he went on, eyeing her attentively. "I take that to be a woman"s hysterical way of mentioning that she feels interest in Amelius. Are you fond enough of him to leave him, if you could only be persuaded that leaving him was for his good?"
She abruptly left the table, and went to the window. When her back was turned to Rufus, she spoke. "Am I a disgrace to him?" she asked, in tones so faint that he could barely hear them. "I have had my fears of it, before now."
If he had been less fond of Amelius, his natural kindness of heart might have kept him silent. Even as it was, he made no direct reply. "You remember how you were living when Amelius first met with you?" was all he said.
The sad blue eyes looked at him in patient sorrow; the low sweet voice answered--"Yes." Only a look and a word--only the influence of an instant--and, in that instant, Rufus"s last doubts of her vanished!
"Don"t think I say it reproachfully, my child! I know it was not your fault; I know you are to be pitied, and not blamed."
She turned her face towards him--pale, quiet, and resigned. "Pitied, and not blamed," she repeated. "Am I to be forgiven?"
He shrank from answering her. There was silence.
"You said just now," she went on, "that I looked like a different girl, since you last saw me. I _am_ a different girl. I think of things that I never thought of before--some change, I don"t know what, has come over me. Oh, my heart does hunger so to be good! I do so long to deserve what Amelius has done for me! You have got my book there--Amelius gave it to me; we read in it every day. If Christ had been on earth now, is it wrong to think that Christ would have forgiven me?"
"No, my dear; it"s right to think so."
"And, while I live, if I do my best to lead a good life, and if my last prayer to G.o.d is to take me to heaven, shall I be heard?"
"You will be heard, my child, I don"t doubt it. But, you see, you have got the world about you to reckon with--and the world has invented a religion of its own. There"s no use looking for it in this book of yours. It"s a religion with the pride of property at the bottom of it, and a veneer of benevolent sentiment at the top. It will be very sorry for you, and very charitable towards you: in short, it will do everything for you except taking you back again."
She had her answer to that. "Amelius has taken me back again," she said.
"Amelius has taken you back again," Rufus agreed. "But there"s one thing he"s forgotten to do; he has forgotten to count the cost. It seems to be left to me to do that. Look here, my girl! I own I doubted you when I first came into this room; and I"m sorry for it, and I beg your pardon.
I do believe you"re a good girl--I couldn"t say why if I was asked, but I do believe it for all that. I wish there was no more to be said--but there is more; and neither you nor I must shirk it. Public opinion won"t deal as tenderly with you as I do; public opinion will make the worst of you, and the worst of Amelius. While you"re living here with him--there"s no disguising it--you"re innocently in the way of the boy"s prospects in life. I don"t know whether you understand me?"
She had turned away from him; she was looking out of the window once more.
"I understand you," she answered. "On the night when Amelius met with me, he did wrong to take me away with him. He ought to have left me where I was."
"Wait a bit! that"s as far from my meaning as far can be. There"s a look-out for everybody; and, if you"ll trust me, I"ll find a look-out for _you."_
She paid no heed to what he said: her next words showed that she was pursuing her own train of thought.
"I am in the way of his prospects in life," she resumed. "You mean that he might be married some day, but for me?"
Rufus admitted it cautiously. "The thing might happen," was all he said.
"And his friends might come and see him," she went on; her face still turned away, and her voice sinking into dull subdued tones. "n.o.body comes here now. You see I understand you. When shall I go away? I had better not say good-bye, I suppose?--it would only distress him. I could slip out of the house, couldn"t I?"
Rufus began to feel uneasy. He was prepared for tears--but not for such resignation as this. After a little hesitation, he joined her at the window. She never turned towards him; she still looked out straight before her; her bright young face had turned pitiably rigid and pale. He spoke to her very gently; advising her to think of what he had said, and to do nothing in a hurry. She knew the hotel at which he stayed when he was in London; and she could write to him there. If she decided to begin a new life in another country, he was wholly and truly at her service.
He would provide a pa.s.sage for her in the same ship that took him back to America. At his age, and known as he was in his own neighbourhood, there would be no scandal to fear. He could get her reputably and profitably employed, in work which a young girl might undertake. "I"ll be as good as a father to you, my poor child," he said, "don"t think you"re going to be friendless, if you leave Amelius. I"ll see to that!
You shall have honest people about you--and innocent pleasure in your new life."
She thanked him, still with the same dull tearless resignation. "What will the honest people say," she asked, "when they know who I am?"
"They have no business to know who you are--and they shan"t know it."
"Ah! it comes back to the same thing," she said. "You must deceive the honest people, or you can do nothing for me. Amelius had better have left me where I was! I disgraced n.o.body, I was a burden to n.o.body, _there._ Cold and hunger and ill-treatment can sometimes be merciful friends, in their way. If I had been left to them, they would have laid me at rest by this time." She turned to Rufus, before he could speak to her. "I"m not ungrateful, sir; I"ll think of it, as you say; and I"ll do all that a poor foolish creature can do, to be worthy of the interest you take in me." She lifted her hand to her head, with a momentary expression of pain. "I"ve got a dull kind of aching here," she said; "it reminds me of my old life, when I was sometimes beaten on the head. May I go and lie down a little, by myself?"
Rufus took her hand, and pressed it in silence. She looked back at him as she opened the door of her room. "Don"t distress Amelius," she said; "I can bear anything but that."
Left alone in the library, Rufus walked restlessly to and fro, driven by a troubled mind. "I was bound to do it," he thought; "and I ought to be satisfied with myself. I"m not satisfied. The world is hard on women--and the rights of property is a darned bad reason for it!"
The door from the hall was suddenly thrown open. Amelius entered the room. He looked flushed and angry--he refused to take the hand that Rufus offered to him.
"What"s this I hear from Toff? It seems that you forced your way in when Sally was here. There are limits to the liberties that a man may take in his friend"s house."
"That"s true," said Rufus quietly. "But when a man hasn"t taken liberties, there don"t seem much to be said. Sally was at the Home, when I last saw you--and n.o.body told me I should find her in this room."
"You might have left the room, when you found her here. You have been talking to her. If you have said anything about Regina--"
"I have said nothing about Miss Regina. You have a hot temper of your own, Amelius. Wait a bit, and let it cool."
"Never mind my temper. I want to know what you have been saying to Sally. Stop! I"ll ask Sally herself." He crossed the room to the inner door, and knocked. "Come in here, my dear; I want to speak to you."
The answer reached him faintly through the door. "I have got a bad headache, Amelius. Please let me rest a little." He turned back to Rufus, and lowered his voice. But his eyes flashed; he was more angry than ever.
"You had better go," he said. "I can guess how you have been talking to her--I know what her headache means. Any man who distresses that dear little affectionate creature is a man whom I hold as my enemy. I spit upon all the worldly considerations which pa.s.s muster with people like you! No sweeter girl than poor Sally ever breathed the breath of life.
Her happiness is more precious to me than words can say. She is sacred to me! And I have just proved it--I have just come from a good woman, who will teach her an honest way of earning her bread. Not a breath of scandal shall blow on her. If you, or any people like you, think I will consent to cast her adrift on the world, or consign her to a prison under the name of a Home, you little know my nature and my principles.
Here"--he s.n.a.t.c.hed up the New Testament from the table, and shook it at Rufus--"here are my principles, and I"m not ashamed of them!"
Rufus took up his hat.
"There"s one thing you"ll be ashamed of, my son, when you"re cool enough to think about it," he said; "you"ll be ashamed of the words you have spoken to a friend who loves you. I"m not a bit angry myself. You remind me of that time on board the steamer, when the quarter-master was going to shoot the bird. You made it up with him--and you"ll come to my hotel and make it up with me. And then we"ll shake hands, and talk about Sally. If it"s not taking another liberty, I"ll trouble you for a light." He helped himself to a match from the box on the chimney-piece, lit his cigar, and left the room.
He had not been gone half an hour, before the better nature of Amelius urged him to follow Rufus and make his apologies. But he was too anxious about Sally to leave the cottage, until he had seen her first. The tone in which she had answered him, when he knocked at her door, suggested, to his sensitive apprehension, that there was something more serious the matter with her than a mere headache. For another hour, he waited patiently, on the chance that he might hear her moving in her room.
Nothing happened. No sound reached his ears, except the occasional rolling of carriage-wheels on the road outside.
His patience began to fail him, as the second hour moved on. He went to the door, and listened, and still heard nothing. A sudden dread struck him that she might have fainted. He opened the door a few inches, and spoke to her. There was no answer. He looked in. The room was empty.
He ran into the hall, and called to Toff. Was she, by any chance, downstairs? No. Or out in the garden? No. Master and man looked at each other in silence. Sally was gone.
CHAPTER 9
Toff was the first who recovered himself.
"Courage, sir!" he said. "With a little thinking, we shall see the way to find her. That rude American man, who talked with her this morning, may be the person who has brought this misfortune on us."
Amelius waited to hear no more. There was the chance, at least, that something might have been said which had induced her to take refuge with Rufus. He ran back to the library to get his hat.
Toff followed his master, with another suggestion. "One word more, sir, before you go. If the American man cannot help us, we must be ready to try another way. Permit me to accompany you as far as my wife"s shop. I propose that she shall come back here with me, and examine poor little Miss"s bedroom. We will wait, of course, for your return, before anything is done. In the mean time, I entreat you not to despair. It is at least possible that the means of discovery may be found in the bedroom."
They went out together, taking the first cab that pa.s.sed them. Amelius proceeded alone to the hotel.