Something in the quiet acceptance of his tone moved her to a softer, more wistful emotion.
"If it had been anything--anything but that, Garth, I think I could have borne it."
There was a depth of appeal in the low-spoken words. But he ignored it, opposing a reckless indifference to her softened mood.
"Then it"s just as well it wasn"t "anything but that."
Otherwise"--sardonically--"you might have felt constrained to abide by your rash promise to marry me."
His eyes flashed over her face, mocking, deriding. He had struck where she was most vulnerable, accusing where her innate honesty of soul admitted she had no defence, and she winced away from the speech almost as though it had been a blow upon her body.
It was true she had given her promise blindly, in ignorance of the facts, but that could not absolve her. It was not Garth who had forced the promise from her. It was she who had impetuously offered it, never conceiving such a possibility as that he might be guilty of the one sin for which, in her eyes, there could be no palliation.
"I know," she said unevenly. "I know. You have the right to remind me of my promise. I--I blame myself. It"s horrible--to break one"s word."
She was silent a moment, standing with bent head, her instinct to be fair, to play the game, combating the revulsion of feeling with which the knowledge of Garth"s act of cowardice had filled her. When she looked up again there was a curious intensity in her expression, wanly decisive.
"Marriage for us--now--could never mean anything but misery." The effort in her voice was palpable. It was as though she were forcing herself to utter words from which her inmost being recoiled. "But I gave you my promise, and if--if you choose to hold me to it--"
"I don"t choose!" He broke in harshly. "You may spare yourself any anxiety on that score. You are free--as free as though we had never met.
I"m quite ready to bow to your decision that I"m not fit to marry you."
A little caught breath of unutterable relief fluttered between her lips.
If he heard it, he made no sign.
"And now"--he turned as though to leave her--"I think that"s all that need be said between us."
"It is not all"--in a low voice.
"What? Is there more still?" Again his voice held an insolent irony that lashed her like a whip. "Haven"t you yet plumbed the full depths of my iniquity?"
"No. There is still one further thing. You said you loved me?"
"I did--I do still, if such as I may aspire to so lofty an emotion."
"It was a lie. Even"--her voice broke--"even in that you deceived me."
It seemed as though the tremulously uttered words pierced through his armour of sneering cynicism.
"No, in that, at least, I was honest with you." The bitter note of mockery that had rung through all his former speech was suddenly absent--muted, crushed out, and the quiet, steadfast utterance carried conviction even in Sara"s reeling faith, shaking her to the very soul.
"But . . . Elisabeth? . . . You loved her once. And love--can"t die, Garth."
"No," he said gravely. "Love can"t die. But what I felt for Elisabeth was not love--not love as you and I understand it. It was the mad pa.s.sion of a boy for an extraordinarily beautiful woman. She was an ideal--I invested her with all the qualities and spiritual graces that her beauty seemed to promise. But the Elisabeth I loved--didn"t exist."
He drew nearer her and, laying his hands on her shoulders, looked down at her with eyes that seemed to burn their way into the inmost depths of her being. "Whatever you may think of me, however low I may have fallen in your sight, believe me in this--that I have loved you and shall always love you, utterly and entirely, with my whole soul and body. It has not been an easy love--I fought against it with all my strength, knowing that it could only carry pain and suffering in its train for both of us. But it conquered me. And when you came to me that day, so courageously, holding out your hands, claiming the love that was unalterably yours--when you came to me like that, a little hurt and wounded because I had been so slow to speak my love--I yielded! Before G.o.d, Sara! I had been either more or less than a man had I resisted!"
The grip of his hands upon her shoulders tightened until it was actual pain, and she winced under it, shrinking away from him. He released her instantly, and she stood silently beside him, battling against the longing to respond to that deep, abiding love which neither now, nor ever again in life, would she be able to doubt.
That Garth loved her, wholly and completely, was an incontrovertible fact. She no longer felt the least lingering mistrust, nor even any p.r.i.c.k of jealousy that he had once loved before. That boyish pa.s.sion of the senses for Elisabeth was not comparable with this love which was the maturer growth of his manhood--a love that could only know fulfillment in the mystic union of body, soul, and spirit.
But this merely served to deepen the poignancy of the impending parting--for that she and Garth must part she recognized as inevitable.
Loving each other as men and women love but once in a lifetime, their love was destined to be for ever unconsummated. They were as irrevocably divided as though the seas of the entire world ran between them.
Wearily, in the flat, level tones of one who realizes that all hope is at an end, she stumbled through the few broken phrases which cancelled the whole happiness of life.
"It all seems so useless, doesn"t it--your love and mine? . . . You"ve killed something that I felt for you--I don"t quite know what to call it--respect, I suppose, only that sounds silly, because it was much more than that. I wish--I wish I didn"t love you still. But perhaps that, too, will die in time. You see, you"re not the man I thought I cared for. You"re--you"re something I"m _ashamed_ to love--"
"That"s enough!" he interrupted unsteadily. "Leave it at that. You won"t beat it if you try till doomsday."
The pain in his voice pierced her to the heart, and she made an impulsive step towards him, shocked into quick remorse.
"Garth . . . I didn"t mean it!"
"Oh yes, you meant it," he said. "Don"t imagine that I"m blaming you.
I"m not. You"ve found me out, that"s all. And having discovered exactly how contemptible a person I am, you--very properly--send me away."
He turned on his heel, giving her no time to reply, and a moment later she was alone. Then came the clang of the house door as it closed behind him. To Sara, it sounded like the closing of a door between two worlds--between the glowing past and the grey and empty future.
CHAPTER XXIX
DIVERS OPINIONS
The consternation created at Sunnyside by the breaking off of Sara"s engagement had spent itself at last. Selwyn had said but little, only his saint"s eyes held the wondering, hurt look that the inexplicable sins of humanity always had the power to bring into them.
Characteristically, he hated the sin but overflowed in sympathy for the sinner.
"Poor devil!" he said, when the whole story of Trent"s transgression and its consequences had been revealed to him. "What a ghastly stone to hang round a man"s neck for the term of his natural life! If they"d shot him, it would have been more merciful! That would at least have limited the suffering," he went on, taking Sara"s hand and holding it in his strong, kindly one a moment. "Poor little comrade! Oh, my dear"--as she shrank instinctively--"I"m not going to talk about it--I know you"d rather not.
Condolence plat.i.tudes were never in my line. But my pal"s troubles are mine--just as she once made mine hers."
Jane Crab"s opinions were enunciated without fear or favour, and, in defiance of public opinion, she took her stand on the side of the sinner and maintained it unwaveringly.
"Well, Miss Sara," she affirmed, "unless you"ve proof as strong as "Oly Writ, as they say, I"d believe naught against Mr. Trent. Bluff and "ard he may be in "is manner, but after the way he conducted himself the night Miss Molly ran away, I"ll never think no ill of "im, not if it was ever so!"
Sara smiled drearily.
"I wish I could feel as you do, Jane dear. But--Mrs. Durward _knows_."
"Mrs. Durward! Huh! One of them tigris women I calls "er," retorted Jane, who had formed her opinion with lightning rapidity when Elisabeth made a farewell visit to Sunnyside before leaving Monkshaven. "Not but what you can"t help liking her, neither," went on Jane judicially.
"There"s something good in the woman, for all she looks at you like a cat who thinks you"re after stealing her kittens. But there! As the doctor--bless the man!--always says, there"s good in everybody if so be you"ll look for it. Only I"d as lief think that Mrs. Durward was somehow scared-like--too almighty scared to be her natchral self, savin" now and again when she forgets."
To Mrs. Selwyn, the breaking off of Sara"s engagement, and the manner of it, signified very little. She watched the panorama of other people"s lives unfold with considerably less sympathetic concern than that with which one follows the ups and downs that befall the characters in a cinema drama, since they were altogether outside the radius of that central topic of unfailing interest--herself.
The only way in which recent events impinged upon her life was in so far as the rupture of Sara"s engagement would probably mean the indefinite prolongation of her stay at Sunnyside, which would otherwise have ended with her marriage. And this, from Mrs. Selwyn"s egotistical point of view, was all to the good, since Sara had acquired a pleasant habit of making herself both useful and entertaining to the invalid.
Molly"s emotions carried her to the other extreme of the compa.s.s. Since the night when she had realized that she had narrowly missed making entire shipwreck of her life, thanks to the evil genius of Lester Kent, her character seemed to have undergone a change--to have deepened and expanded. She was no longer so buoyantly superficial in her envisagement of life, and the big things reacted on her in a way which would previously have been impossible. Formerly, their significance would have pa.s.sed her by, and she would have floated airily along, unconscious of their piercing reality.
Side by side with this increase of vision, there had developed a very deep and sincere affection for both Garth and Sara based, probably, in its inception, on her realization that whatever of good, whatever of happiness, life might hold for her, she would owe it fundamentally to the two who had so determinedly kept her heedless feet from straying into that desert from which there is no returning to the pleasant paths of righteousness. A censorious world sees carefully to that, for ever barring out the sinner--of the weaker s.e.x--from inheriting the earth.