No; Walter would never believe!--Walter would never believe! The knowledge that she had lied to him even once would stand between them, condemning her hopelessly. An appalling weight seemed to press her to the earth. She was cut adrift. She was separated for ever from all safe, sheltering human things; somewhere in the dim, far regions where the decrees of fate are made, a knell had been sounded!
She glanced once more round the bare, familiar room, from the great four-post bedstead to the long window, beyond which lay the green fields, the wind-swept sky, and the livid line of the sea; then suddenly she turned, and fled through the open door and out into the empty corridor.
a.s.shlin was still standing in the hall, as she came downstairs; at the sound of her approach he looked up, but in the falling twilight he noticed nothing unusual in her appearance.
"We"ve made a great illumination!" he said--"quite a blaze of light!"
Clodagh made no answer; but descending the stairs quickly, pa.s.sed into the dining-room.
As on the night years ago, when Milbanke had come to Orristown, the old room was prepared to do honour to a guest. The tablecloth was laid, places were set for two, and the great silver sconces were filled with candles that glowed so brightly that even the dark portraits on the walls were thrown into relief. But no fire blazed in the wide grate as on the former occasion, and the curtains of the three long windows were drawn back, admitting the light from the stormy evening sky.
Clodagh"s first glance, as she entered the room, was for these windows, and her first words concerned them.
"Larry, draw the curtains!" she said.
To her own ears, her voice seemed to come from some distant place--to sound infinitely thin and far away; but a.s.shlin seemed to observe nothing. He went forward obediently and drew the six long curtains.
As the last was pulled into place Burke entered, and carefully laid two dishes upon the table. A moment later Clodagh took her seat.
"What will you eat, Larry?" she said hurriedly. "Chicken? Ham?"
a.s.shlin turned to her, as he in his turn took his place.
"What will _you_ have?" he said.
"I? Oh--anything! But talk, Larry! Tell me things! Let"s--let"s be gay!"
a.s.shlin was busy cutting up the chicken. He did not hear the faintly hysterical note that underran her voice--the note of warning from a mind trying with panic-stricken haste to evade itself.
He helped her to some chicken; and Burke, laying the plate before her, went in search of wine.
She toyed for a moment or two with the food, making pretence to eat.
At last Larry looked at her.
"You"re eating nothing. Aren"t you hungry?"
She started nervously.
"No; I"m not hungry. I--I had a gla.s.s of milk in my room. I couldn"t wait for dinner." She tried to laugh, as she told the falsehood.
He accepted the explanation.
"Then you must have a gla.s.s of wine now!" he said genially, as Burke re-entered with a dusty bottle of port. "Give me the bottle, Burke!"
He took it from the old man"s hands, and poured some wine into Clodagh"s gla.s.s; and as he leant forward, he suddenly saw by the light of the candles that her eyes were wide and black, her face very white.
"Clo, you"re not feeling ill?" he asked, in quick concern.
Clodagh put her hand to her face with a startled gesture.
"No! Do I look ill? It"s the storm. The storm has got on my nerves. We develop nerves in London, you know!" Again she attempted to laugh.
Once more a.s.shlin accepted her explanation, as something he had no authority to question.
"I want you to talk, Larry!" she added hurriedly. "I want you to talk.
Say anything! Take me out of myself!"
She raised her gla.s.s to her lips and drank some of the wine. It brought a faint tinge of colour to her cheeks, but only increased the bright darkness of her eyes.
While a.s.shlin consumed his dinner, she sat very upright in her chair, sipping her wine from time to time or breaking small mouthfuls from her bread.
At last, having hovered anxiously about her, Burke made bold to speak his thoughts.
"Is it the way the chicken isn"t nice, ma"am?" he ventured.
She started, as she had started each time she had been directly addressed.
"No, Burke! Oh no!" she said hastily. "The chicken is very nice. It"s only that the storm has--has given me a headache."
Burke shook his head sympathetically, as a sudden gale swept round the house.
""Tis lookin" for a bad night, sure enough!" he said, as he pa.s.sed round the table with the next course.
When the pudding had been served and partaken of by a.s.shlin, Clodagh at last pushed back her chair, and with a curiously unstrung movement walked across the room to the fireplace.
"Larry," she said suddenly, "will you play cards with me when Burke takes the things away?"
a.s.shlin looked up with interest.
"By Jove!" he said, "what a good idea!"
When Burke reappeared, solemnly carrying some cheese, Clodagh turned to him quickly.
"Is there a pack of cards in the house, Tim?" she asked.
He glanced at her white face and upright figure, but his expression betrayed nothing.
"I do be thinkin" there"s a deck some place, if I could lay me mind on it."
a.s.shlin leant across the table.
"There"s a pack in the drawer of the side-board."
Burke crossed the room, but not over-eagerly; and, opening the drawer, produced the cards.
""Tis the deck poor Misther Dinis got from Cork the self-same day----"
he began. Then he stopped considerately; and added under his breath, "The Almighty G.o.d be good to us all!"