"Ah, you are relenting!" said the man, eagerly. "You will come down by and by--you will dine with us this evening, Edith?" he concluded, in an appealing tone.
There was again a moment of hesitation on Edith"s part, as if she were debating the question with herself; but if he could have seen her eyes, he would have been appalled by the look of fire and loathing that blazed in them.
"Mr. Correlli," she said at last, in a tone which he interpreted as one of timid concession, "I--I wish to do what is right and--I think perhaps I will come down as soon as I finish dressing."
His face lighted and flushed with triumph.
He believed that she was yielding--won over by the munificent gifts with which he had crowded her room.
"Ah! thank you! thank you!" he responded, with delight. "But take your own time, dear, and make yourself just as beautiful as possible, and I will come up for you in the course of half an hour."
He flattered himself that he would be well rid of Giulia by that time; and having a.s.sured himself that Edith was safe in her room, and, as he believed, gradually submitting to his terms, he retraced his steps downstairs, the cruel lines about his mouth hardening as he went, for he had resolved to cast off forever the girl who had become nothing but a burden and an annoyance to him.
Edith did not move until she heard him enter the library again and close the door after him.
Then, hurriedly b.u.t.toning her jacket and pinning on her hat, she took from her trunk the package which she had made up an hour before, stole softly from her room and down the back stairs to the area hall.
The outer door was closed and bolted--the gas-man having long since finished his errand and departed--and she could hear the cook and one of the maids conversing in the kitchen just across the hall.
Evidently no one had attempted to go upstairs since Giulia"s entrance, consequently the key had not yet been missed nor the door discovered to be unlocked.
Cautiously slipping the bolt to the street door, Edith quickly pa.s.sed out, closing it noiselessly after her.
Another moment she was in the street, speeding with swift, light steps across the park.
Then, bending her course through Dartmouth street, she came to a narrow, crooked way called Buckingham street, which led her directly out upon Columbus avenue, when, turning to the left, she soon came to the station known by the same name.
Here she had ten minutes to wait, after purchasing her ticket, and the uneasiness with which she watched the slowly moving hands upon the clock in the gloomy waiting-room may be imagined.
Her waiting was over at last, and, exactly on time, the train came thundering to the station.
Edith quickly boarded it, then sank weak and trembling upon the nearest empty seat, her heart beating so rapidly that she panted with every breath.
Then the train began to move, and, with a prayer of thankfulness over her escape, the excited girl leaned back against the cushion and gave herself up to rest, knowing that she could not now be overtaken before arriving in New York.
This feeling of security did not last long, however, and she was filled with dismay as she thought that Emil Correlli would doubtless discover her flight in the course of half an hour, if he had not already done so, when he would probably surmise that she would go immediately to New York and so telegraph to have her arrested upon her arrival there.
This was a difficulty which she had not foreseen.
What should she do?--how could she circ.u.mvent him? how protect herself and defy his authority over her?
A bright idea flashed into her mind.
She would telegraph to Royal Bryant at the first stop made by the train, ask him to meet her upon her arrival, and thus secure his protection against any plot that Emil Correlli might lay for her.
The first stopping-place she knew was Framingham, a small town about twenty miles from Boston.
The first time the conductor came through the car she asked him for a Western Union slip, when she wrote the following message and addressed it to Royal Bryant"s office on Broadway:
"Shall arrive at Grand Central Station, via. B. & A. R. R., at nine o"clock. Do not fail to meet me. Important.
"EDITH ALLANDALE."
When the conductor came back again, she gave this to him, with the necessary money, and asked if he would kindly forward it from Framingham for her.
He cheerfully promised to do so. Then, feeling greatly relieved, Edith settled herself contentedly for a nap, for she was very weary and heavy-eyed from the long strain upon her nerves and lack of sleep.
She did not wake for more than three hours, when she found that daylight had faded, and that the lamps had been lighted in the car.
At New Haven she obtained a light lunch from a boy who was crying his viands through the train, and when her hunger was satisfied she straightened her hat and drew on her gloves, knowing that another two hours would bring her to her destination.
Then she began to speculate upon possible and impossible things, and to grow very anxious regarding her safety upon her arrival in New York.
Perhaps Royal Bryant had not received her message.
He might have left his office before it arrived; maybe the officials at Framingham had even neglected to send it; or Mr. Bryant might have been out of town.
What could she do if, upon alighting from the train, some burly policeman should step up to her and claim her as his prisoner?
She had thus worked herself up to a very nervous and excited state by the time the lights of the great metropolis could be seen in the distance; her face grew flushed and feverish, her eyes were like two points of light, her temples throbbed, her pulses leaped, and her heart beat with great, frightened throbs.
The train had to make a short stop where one road crossed another just before entering the city, and the poor girl actually grew faint and dizzy with the fear that an officer might perhaps board the train at that point.
Almost as the thought flashed through her brain, the car door opened and a man entered, when a thrill of pain went quivering through every nerve, p.r.i.c.kling to her very finger-tips.
A second glance showed her that it was a familiar form, and she almost cried out with joy as she recognized Royal Bryant and realized that she was--safe!
He saw her immediately and went directly to her, his gleaming eyes telling a story from his heart which instantly sent the rich color to her brow.
"Miss Allandale!" he exclaimed, in a low, eager tone, as he clasped her outstretched hand. "I am more than glad to see you once again."
"Then you received my telegram," she said, with a sigh of relief.
"Yes, else I should not be here," he smilingly returned; "but I came very near missing it. I was just on the point of leaving the office when the messenger-boy brought it in. I suppose our advertis.e.m.e.nt is to be thanked for your appearance in New York thus opportunely."
"Not wholly," Edith returned, with some embarra.s.sment. "If it had been that alone which called me here, I need not have telegraphed you. I saw it only yesterday; but my chief reason for coming hither is that I am a fugitive."
"A fugitive!" repeated her companion, in surprise. "Ah, yes, I wondered a little over that word "important" in your message. It strikes me," he added, smiling significantly down upon her, "that you left New York in very much the same manner." "Yes," she faltered, flushing rosily.
"From whom and what were you fleeing, Edith? Surely not from one who would have been only too glad to shield you from every ill?" said the young man, in a tenderly reproachful tone, the import of which there was no mistaking.
She shot one swift glance into his face and saw that his eyes were luminous with the great love that was throbbing in his manly heart, and with an inward start of exceeding joy she dropped her lids again, but not before he had read in the look and the tell-tale flush that flooded cheek, brow, and neck, that his affection was returned.
"I will forgive you, dear, if you will be kind to me in the future,"
he whispered, taking courage from her sweet shyness and bashfulness.
"And now tell me why you are a fugitive from Boston, for your telegram was dated from that city."
Thus recalled to herself, and a realization of her cruel situation, Edith shivered, and a deadly paleness banished the rosy blushes from her cheeks.