"Jinny!" he gasped--"Jinny!"
Mrs. Grey stopped dead in her advance, and stared at him with a face from which every expression had been struck out, save one of astonishment and horror. Then with a sharp intaking of the breath she reeled, and would have fallen had the Professor not thrown his long, nervous arm round her.
"Try this sofa," said he.
She sank back among the cushions with the same white, cold, dead look upon her face. The Professor stood with his back to the empty fireplace and glanced from the one to the other.
"So, O"Brien," he said at last, "you have already made the acquaintance of my wife!"
"Your wife," cried his friend hoa.r.s.ely. "She is no wife of yours. G.o.d help me, she is _my_ wife."
The Professor stood rigidly upon the hearth-rug. His long, thin fingers were intertwined, and his head had sunk a little forward. His two companions had eyes only for each other.
"Jinny!" said he.
"James!"
"How could you leave me so, Jinny? How could you have the heart to do it? I thought you were dead. I mourned for your death--ay, and you have made me mourn for you living. You have withered my life."
She made no answer, but lay back among the cushions with her eyes still fixed upon him.
"Why do you not speak?"
"Because you are right, James. I have treated you cruelly--shamefully.
But it is not as bad as you think."
"You fled with De Horta."
"No, I did not. At the last moment my better nature prevailed. He went alone. But I was ashamed to come back after what I had written to you. I could not face you. I took pa.s.sage alone to England under a new name, and here I have lived ever since. It seemed to me that I was beginning life again. I knew that you thought I was drowned. Who could have dreamed that Fate would throw us together again! When the Professor asked me----"
She stopped and gave a gasp for breath.
"You are faint," said the Professor--"keep the head low; it aids the cerebral circulation." He flattened down the cushion. "I am sorry to leave you, O"Brien; but I have my cla.s.s duties to look to. Possibly I may find you here when I return."
With a grim and rigid face he strode out of the room. Not one of the three hundred students who listened to his lecture saw any change in his manner and appearance, or could have guessed that the austere gentleman in front of them had found out at last how hard it is to rise above one"s humanity. The lecture over, he performed his routine duties in the laboratory, and then drove back to his own house. He did not enter by the front door, but pa.s.sed through the garden to the folding gla.s.s cas.e.m.e.nt which led out of the morning-room. As he approached he heard his wife"s voice and O"Brien"s in loud and animated talk. He paused among the rose-bushes, uncertain whether to interrupt them or no.
Nothing was further from his nature than to play the eavesdropper; but as he stood, still hesitating, words fell upon his ear which struck him rigid and motionless.
"You are still my wife, Jinny," said O"Brien; "I forgive you from the bottom of my heart. I love you, and I have never ceased to love you, though you had forgotten me."
"No, James, my heart was always in Melbourne. I have always been yours.
I thought that it was better for you that I should seem to be dead."
"You must choose between us now, Jinny. If you determine to remain here, I shall not open my lips. There shall be no scandal. If, on the other hand, you come with me, it"s little I care about the world"s opinion.
Perhaps I am as much to blame as you are. I thought too much of my work and too little of my wife."
The Professor heard the cooing, caressing laugh which he knew so well.
"I shall go with you, James," she said.
"And the Professor----?"
"The poor Professor! But he will not mind much, James; he has no heart."
"We must tell him our resolution."
"There is no need," said Professor Ainslie Grey, stepping in through the open cas.e.m.e.nt. "I have overheard the latter part of your conversation. I hesitated to interrupt you before you came to a conclusion."
O"Brien stretched out his hand and took that of the woman. They stood together with the sunshine on their faces. The Professor paused at the cas.e.m.e.nt with his hands behind his back and his long black shadow fell between them.
"You have come to a wise decision," said he. "Go back to Australia together, and let what has pa.s.sed be blotted out of your lives."
"But you--you----" stammered O"Brien.
The Professor waved his hand.
"Never trouble about me," he said.
The woman gave a gasping cry.
"What can I do or say?" she wailed. "How could I have foreseen this? I thought my old life was dead. But it has come back again, with all its hopes and its desires. What can I say to you, Ainslie? I have brought shame and disgrace upon a worthy man. I have blasted your life. How you must hate and loathe me! I wish to G.o.d that I had never been born!"
"I neither hate nor loathe you, Jeannette," said the Professor quietly.
"You are wrong in regretting your birth, for you have a worthy mission before you in aiding the life-work of a man who has shown himself capable of the highest order of scientific research. I cannot with justice blame you personally for what has occurred. How far the individual monad is to be held responsible for hereditary and engrained tendencies, is a question upon which science has not yet said her last word."
He stood with his finger-tips touching, and his body inclined as one who is gravely expounding a difficult and impersonal subject. O"Brien had stepped forward to say something, but the other"s att.i.tude and manner froze the words upon his lips. Condolence or sympathy would be an impertinence to one who could so easily merge his private griefs in broad questions of abstract philosophy.
"It is needless to prolong the situation," the Professor continued, in the same measured tones. "My brougham stands at the door. I beg that you will use it as your own. Perhaps it would be as well that you should leave the town without unnecessary delay. Your things, Jeannette, shall be forwarded."
O"Brien hesitated with a hanging head.
"I hardly dare offer you my hand," he said.
"On the contrary. I think that of the three of us you come best out of the affair. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Your sister--"
"I shall see that the matter is put to her in its true light. Good-bye!
Let me have a copy of your recent research. Good-bye, Jeannette!"
"Good-bye!"
Their hands met, and for one short moment their eyes also. It was only a glance, but for the first and last time the woman"s intuition cast a light for itself into the dark places of a strong man"s soul. She gave a little gasp, and her other hand rested for an instant, as white and as light as thistle-down, upon his shoulder.
"James, James!" she cried. "Don"t you see that he is stricken to the heart?"
He turned her quietly away from him.
"I am not an emotional man," he said. "I have my duties--my research on Vallisneria. The brougham is there. Your cloak is in the hall. Tell John where you wish to be driven. He will faring you anything you need. Now go."