"I beg your pardon, Mr. Rayburn, that was a foolish thing to say, as most things said in haste and anger are. You only did what any other man with no ties and plenty of money would have done under the circ.u.mstances. Forgive me! Only the hand of Providence itself saved me from committing, without knowledge, an infinitely greater sin than yours. I suppose Carol has told you how I met her and what happened, and, of course, my father has told you about my getting out of the cab that night at the top of the Gardens? No, no, I have nothing to forgive, nothing to say except, as Carol"s brother, to ask you why you have brought her here? That, at least, I think I am ent.i.tled to ask."
"Maxwell," replied Rayburn, pulling himself together as a man might do after being badly beaten in a fight, "I have been in a good many bad places in my lifetime, but this has been about the worst, and I"d a d.a.m.ned sight sooner--I beg your pardon, you know what I mean--I would very much rather been talking to a South American Dago with a pistol at my head, than having this talk with you, but it"s got to be done.
"You know, I suppose, or at any rate your father knows, how I met Carol and how we fixed it up to go away together. I admit, without any reserve, that I did take her just as any man like myself, who had had a pretty hard time for a few years and had come back with a ridiculous superfluity of money, would have taken such a girl under such circ.u.mstances; that is brutal, but at any rate, it is honest. Well, we went round the world together, and it was only a fortnight ago--we"ve been back three weeks now--that I found out who she was."
"Not from her?" exclaimed Vane, with almost pitiful eagerness.
"No," replied Rayburn, "she would have died first. Over and over again I tried to get her to tell me who and what she was, because of course it was perfectly easy to see--well, you know what I mean--but she wouldn"t.
It was the one confidence that she never gave me; in fact, when I was trying to insist upon it, she told me if I opened the subject again, she would leave me there and then, whatever happened to her."
"Then how did you find out?" asked Vane, in the same dry, hard voice. "I more than believe you when you say she would never have told you."
"Through the merest accident," replied Rayburn. "A day or two after we landed, we went to dinner at Verrey"s, and we had hardly sat down before a friend of hers, Miss Russell, came in--well--with a friend, as they say. She came and spoke to Carol, and the four of us dined together.
The next day Miss Russell came to see Carol, and you know, or perhaps you don"t know, that it was Miss Russell"s friend who introduced me to Carol. I got hold of Miss Russell afterwards--she"s as clean-hearted a girl as ever the Fates--however, you won"t agree with me there perhaps, you don"t believe in Fate, I do. But that"s neither here nor there. I told her what I am going to tell you, and she told me Carol"s story, and that is why I am here to-night."
There was a good deal of meaning in the words, but for Vane there was infinitely more in Rayburn"s voice and the half-shamed manner in which he spoke. Vane felt that if this talk went on much longer, the strain would be too much for him to bear, for it was his sister, or at least the daughter of his own mother that this man was talking about. He put out his hand again and said:
"I think I know now, Mr. Rayburn, what you were going to say, and if I am right, let me, her brother, say it for you and for her, you won"t refuse my hand this time, will you?"
"No," said Rayburn, "I won"t, and for the matter of that," he went on as their hands met, "I don"t think there is much more for either of us to say, except just for me to ask you one question."
"Yes," said Vane, "and what is that?"
"You are her brother and a priest. Will you take me for your brother-in-law and marry us?"
Their hands were still clasped; each was looking straight into the other"s eyes, and the two faces, so different individually, and yet for the moment so strangely alike, fronted each other in silence. Then Vane dropped Rayburn"s hand, put his hands on his shoulders, and said:
"You cannot be lying, you haven"t the mouth or the eyes of a man who tells lies. You have sinned, sinned deeply, for you have bought with your money what should have no other price than lawful love; but love has come to you, and love has made lawful and right what was sinful before. You told me at first that you wanted to confess to me both as man and priest. Very well, as man, as Carol"s brother I forgive you, if you have done anything that I have to forgive, and as a priest of G.o.d I will marry you, and when you have taken the Sacrament of Matrimony from my hands, as a priest, I will absolve you from your sin. It is a miracle----"
"Yes," said Rayburn, "it is. I am not altogether of your way of thinking, you know, but there, I am with you; it is a miracle in more ways than one. I know I am expressing myself horribly badly, but, to put it as shortly as I can, it is the sort of miracle that only a good, clean-souled, pure-hearted girl like Carol, could have worked upon a fellow like myself. I tell you, Maxwell, honestly, that if she wouldn"t have me now, I"m d.a.m.ned if I know what I should do. She is everything that is good to me. I am worth nearly a couple of millions, and not a cent of it would be worth anything to me if I lost her. And so you really will marry us?"
"I will," said Vane. "Thank G.o.d and you into whose heart He has put this saving thought of righteousness."
"Yes," said Rayburn, "I see what you mean, but really, the credit isn"t mine at all, it is all Carol"s. Do you know, Maxwell, that I am going to have one of the most delightful wives man ever won? If I could only tell you just exactly how I fell in love with her--but of course a man could never tell another man that, and after all it doesn"t matter. I"ve got the one girl in the world I want----"
There was another little pause, and then Rayburn went on, speaking as shyly and hesitatingly as a schoolboy confessing a peccadillo:
"There"s one other thing I should like to say, Maxwell, but I hardly know how to say it."
He stopped again, and Vane said, smiling for the first time during the interview:
"Then say it, as one man would say it to another. I think we understand each other now. What is it?"
"Well, it"s this," replied Rayburn, flushing like a girl under the tan of his skin, "you know Carol and I met quite by chance, and I took her away just as what she seemed to be. Then, after a month or two--you"ll hardly believe me, but it is the Lord"s own truth--I began to fall in love with her, honestly I mean, and in quite a different way. One evening, it was in j.a.pan, and we were coming back from a trip to Fuji. I couldn"t stand it any longer, I felt such a hopeless sweep, and I told her. It was a queer sort of courtship, and it took me about six weeks to bring her round--and then at last--we were in the Rockies then--she gave in and confessed that she loved me in the same way that I loved her. I kissed her. I could never tell you how different that kiss was from all the others."
"Of course it was," said Vane, gently. "It was a pure one, a holy one, and G.o.d was very near you, Rayburn, in that moment."
"I believe He was," replied Rayburn, simply, "for from that moment, we were both absolutely changed. Since that kiss, Carol has been as sacred to me as my own sister would be if I had one. That is what I wanted to tell you."
"And G.o.d bless you for telling me!" said Vane, solemnly. "If I had any doubts before, I have none now. After that, knowing all I do, I would give you the blessed Sacrament to-morrow."
"On Sunday I hope you will give it to us both," replied Rayburn.
At that moment the door opened, and Sir Arthur came in.
"Dinner is nearly ready," he said. "Are you about ready for it? Ah, yes, I see, you understand each other, don"t you?"
"Yes, Sir Arthur," said Rayburn, swinging round with an almost military precision of movement. "I"ve made my confession, and I am to receive absolution when the happiest moment of my life comes, and you know when that will be."
"I think I do," said Sir Arthur, with a look at Vane, who was staring vacantly down into the flower-filled fireplace. "Then you have settled it all between you, is that so, Vane?"
"Yes, with G.o.d"s help, we have," he replied, and then, with a swift change of tone and manner he went on: "and now as we have got our family affairs settled to a certain extent, I suppose we can go and join the ladies. I am longing to see Carol again."
"And so am I," said Rayburn, "let us go."
CHAPTER XXI.
Rayburn went out first and Vane followed him, feeling, as he said to himself afterwards, as though he was walking across the boundary between one world and another. He knew that Carol and Dora were in the drawing-room. Dora he had never seen before. Carol he had not seen since the night of the University Boat Race. Ernshaw, with the memory of what he had said in Vane"s room at Oxford fresh in his mind, caught him by the arm and said:
"Maxwell, I believe I am going to meet my fate to-night as you met yours in another way. Was there ever such a complication in the life-affairs of little mortals like ourselves?"
"I don"t know," said Vane, "and I don"t care," gripping his arm hard as they crossed the hall. "Wait, it may be the Providence that shapes our ends."
"Rough-hew them as we will," said Rayburn, looking backward.
"Ah, well, since we understand each other, as I think we do now, _Vogue la galere!_ And, Mr. Ernshaw," he went on, "I have heard things and things. I am not giving any confidences away, but by the same token you and I will soon be sailing in the same boat or something very like it----"
"Oh, yes," said Ernshaw, "I see what you mean!" Then he gripped his arm a little harder before they went into the drawing-room. Vane went on with his father, and Ernshaw said:
"Look here, Maxwell, you have pa.s.sed your crisis, you and Rayburn, I"m only getting near mine. What am I to do, what can I do?"
"That I can"t tell you. You see, to put it into the twentieth-century language, the Eternal Feminine is here, and you have got to reckon with her just as Rayburn has done. Come now, if you"ve made your mind up, go and meet your fate."
As he said this Vane pushed the door of the drawing-room open. Sir Arthur and Rayburn had gone in just before him.
"Carol!"
"Vane! and is it really you--you?"
"Yes," he said, taking a few swift strides towards her and for the first time putting his arms round her. "Yes, dear, your brother."
"Really brother, Vane? Do you truly mean it--will you really take me for your sister now that you know everything--I mean all about Cecil and myself?"
"Yes, Carol, and because I do know, because he as a man has told me everything. I am going to marry you soon, and no man, no priest could marry his sister to his friend with more hope for happiness than I shall marry you and Rayburn."