The Fallen Leaves

Chapter 39

"Has he got your money?" Mrs. Sowler persisted. "Tell me the truth--and I"ll do the same by you. He has cheated me. If you"re cheated too, it"s your own interest to lose no time in finding him. The police may catch him yet. _Has_ he got your money?"

The woman was in earnest--in terrible earnest--her eyes and her voice both bore witness to it. She stood there, the living impersonation of those doubts and fears which Mrs. Farnaby had confessed, in writing to Amelius. Her position, at that moment, was essentially a position of command. Mrs. Farnaby felt it in spite of herself. She acknowledged that Jervy had got the money.

"Did you sent it to him, or give it to him?" Mrs. Sowler asked.

"I gave it to him."

"When?"



"Yesterday evening."

Mrs. Sowler clenched her fists, and shook them in impotent rage. "He"s the biggest scoundrel living," she exclaimed furiously; "and you"re the biggest fool! Put on your bonnet and come to the police. If you get your money back again before he"s spent it all, don"t forget it was through me."

The audacity of the woman"s language roused Mrs. Farnaby. She pointed to the door. "You are an insolent creature," she said; "I have nothing more to do with you."

"You have nothing more to do with me?" Mrs. Sowler repeated. "You and the young man have settled it all between you, I suppose." She laughed scornfully. "I dare say now you expect to see him again?"

Mrs. Farnaby was irritated into answering this. "I expect to see him this morning," she said, "at ten o"clock."

"And the lost young lady with him?"

"Say nothing about my lost daughter! I won"t even hear you speak of her."

Mrs. Sowler sat down. "Look at your watch," she said. "It must be nigh on ten o"clock by this time. You"ll make a disturbance in the house if you try to turn me out. I mean to wait here till ten o"clock."

On the point of answering angrily, Mrs. Farnaby restrained herself. "You are trying to force a quarrel on me," she said; "you shan"t spoil the happiest morning of my life. Wait here by yourself."

She opened the door that led into her bedchamber, and shut herself in.

Perfectly impenetrable to any repulse that could be offered to her, Mrs.

Sowler looked at the closed door with a sardonic smile, and waited.

The clock in the hall struck ten. Mrs. Farnaby returned again to the sitting-room, walked straight to the window, and looked out.

"Any sign of him?" said Mrs. Sowler.

There were no signs of him. Mrs. Farnaby drew a chair to the window, and sat down. Her hands turned icy cold. She still looked out into the street.

"I"m going to guess what"s happened," Mrs. Sowler resumed. "I"m a sociable creature, you know, and I must talk about something. About the money, now? Has the young man had his travelling expenses of you? To go to foreign parts, and bring your girl back with him, eh? I expect that"s how it was. You see, I know him so well. And what happened, if you please, yesterday evening? Did he tell you he"d brought her back, and got her at his own place? And did he say he wouldn"t let you see her till you paid him his reward as well as his travelling expenses? And did you forget my warning to you not to trust him? I"m a good one at guessing when I try. I see you think so yourself. Any signs of him yet?"

Mrs. Farnaby looked round from the window. Her manner was completely changed; she was nervously civil to the wretch who was torturing her. "I beg your pardon, ma"am, if I have offended you," she said faintly. "I am a little upset--I am so anxious about my poor child. Perhaps you are a mother yourself? You oughtn"t to frighten me; you ought to feel for me." She paused, and put her hand to her head. "He told me yesterday evening," she went on slowly and vacantly, "that my poor darling was at his lodgings; he said she was so worn out with the long journey from abroad, that she must have a night"s rest before she could come to me.

I asked him to tell me where he lived, and let me go to her. He said she was asleep and must not be disturbed. I promised to go in on tiptoe, and only look at her; I offered him more money, double the money to tell me where she was. He was very hard on me. He only said, wait till ten tomorrow morning--and wished me goodnight. I ran out to follow him, and fell on the stairs, and hurt myself. The people of the house were very kind to me." She turned her head back towards the window, and looked out into the street again. "I must be patient," she said; "he"s only a little late."

Mrs. Sowler rose, and tapped her smartly on the shoulder. "Lies!" she burst out. "He knows no more where your daughter is than I do--and he"s off with your money!"

The woman"s hateful touch struck out a spark of the old fire in Mrs.

Farnaby. Her natural force of character a.s.serted itself once more.

_"You_ lie!" she rejoined. "Leave the room!"

The door was opened, while she spoke. A respectable woman-servant came in with a letter. Mrs. Farnaby took it mechanically, and looked at the address. Jervy"s feigned handwriting was familiar to her. In the instant when she recognized it, the life seemed to go out of her like an extinguished light. She stood pale and still and silent, with the unopened letter in her hand.

Watching her with malicious curiosity, Mrs. Sowler coolly possessed herself of the letter, looked at it, and recognized the writing in her turn. "Stop!" she cried, as the servant was on the point of going out. "There"s no stamp on this letter. Was it brought by hand? Is the messenger waiting?"

The respectable servant showed her opinion of Mrs. Sowler plainly in her face. She replied as briefly and as ungraciously as possible:--"No."

"Man or woman?" was the next question.

"Am I to answer this person, ma"am?" said the servant, looking at Mrs.

Farnaby.

"Answer me instantly," Mrs. Sowler interposed--"in Mrs. Farnaby"s own interests. Don"t you see she can"t speak to you herself?"

"Well, then," said the servant, "it was a man."

"A man with a squint?"

"Yes."

"Which way did he go?"

"Towards the square."

Mrs. Sowler tossed the letter on the table, and hurried out of the room.

The servant approached Mrs. Farnaby. "You haven"t opened your letter yet, ma"am," she said.

"No," said Mrs. Farnaby vacantly, "I haven"t opened it yet."

"I"m afraid it"s bad news, ma"am?"

"Yes. I think it"s bad news."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, thank you. Yes; one thing. Open my letter for me, please."

It was a strange request to make. The servant wondered, and obeyed. She was a kind-hearted woman; she really felt for the poor lady. But the familiar household devil, whose name is Curiosity, and whose opportunities are innumerable, prompted her next words when she had taken the letter out of the envelope:--"Shall I read it to you, ma"am?"

"No. Put it down on the table, please. I"ll ring when I want you."

The mother was alone--alone, with her death-warrant waiting for her on the table.

The clock downstairs struck the half hour after ten. She moved, for the first time since she had received the letter. Once more she went to the window, and looked out. It was only for a moment. She turned away again, with a sudden contempt for herself. "What a fool I am!" she said--and took up the open letter.

She looked at it, and put it down again. "Why should I read it," she asked herself, "when I know what is in it, without reading?"

Some framed woodcuts from the ill.u.s.trated newspapers were hung on the walls. One of them represented a scene of rescue from shipwreck. A mother embracing her daughter, saved by the lifeboat, was among the foreground groups. The print was ent.i.tled, "The Mercy of Providence."

Mrs. Farnaby looked at it with a moment"s steady attention. "Providence has its favourites," she said; "I am not one of them."

After thinking a little, she went into her bedroom, and took two papers out of her dressing-case. They were medical prescriptions.

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