"Who is it? What do you want?"
A face he knew, but so drawn and deathly that for the moment it seemed almost unfamiliar, peered back at him. In a second he had the window unfastened and flung wide.
"d.i.c.k! In heaven"s name, boy,--what"s the matter?"
d.i.c.k was over the sill in a single bound. He stood up and faced the squire, bare-headed, drenched with rain, his eyes burning with a terrible fire.
"I have come for my wife," he said.
"Your wife! Juliet!" The squire stared at him as if he thought him demented. "Why, she left ages ago, man,--soon after tea!"
"Yes, yes, I know," d.i.c.k said. He spoke rapidly, but with decision. "But she came back here an hour or two ago. You are giving her shelter.
Saltash brought her--or no--she probably came alone."
"You are mad!" said Fielding, and turned to shut the window. "She hasn"t been near since she left this evening."
"Wait!" d.i.c.k"s hand shot out and caught his arm, restraining him. "Do you swear to me that you don"t know where she is?"
The squire stood still, looking full and hard into the face so near his own; and so looking, he realized, what he had not grasped before, that it was the face of a man in torture. The savage grip on his arm told the same story. The fiery eyes that stared at him out of the death-white countenance had the awful look of a man who sees his last hope shattered.
Impulsively he laid his free hand upon him. "d.i.c.k--d.i.c.k, old chap,--what"s all this? Of course I don"t know where she is! Do you think I"d lie to you?"
"Then I"ve lost her!" d.i.c.k said, and with the words some inner vital spring seemed to snap within him. He flung up; his arms, freeing himself with a wild gesture. "My G.o.d, she has gone--gone with that scoundrel!"
"Saltash?" said the squire sharply.
"Yes. Saltash!" He ground the name between his teeth. "Does that surprise you so very much? Don"t you know the sort of infernal blackguard he is?"
The squire turned again to shut the window. "d.a.m.n it, d.i.c.k! I don"t believe a word of it," he said with vigour. "Get your wind and have a drink, and let"s hear the whole story! Have you and Juliet been quarrelling?"
d.i.c.k ignored his words as if he had not spoken. "You needn"t shut the window," he said. "I"m going again. I"m going now."
It was the squire"s turn to a.s.sert himself, and he seized it. He shut the window with a bang. "You are not, d.i.c.k! Don"t be a fool! Sit down! Do you hear? Sit down! You"re not going yet--not till you"ve told me the whole trouble. So you can make up your mind to that!"
d.i.c.k looked at him for a moment as if he were on the verge of fierce resistance, but Fielding"s answering look held such unmistakable resolution that after the briefest pause he turned aside.
"I"m sorry, sir," he said, and tramped heavily across to the hearth. "Put up with me if you can! G.o.d knows I"m up against it hard enough to-night."
He rested his arms on the mantelpiece and laid his head down upon them, and so stood motionless, in utter silence.
The squire came to him in a few seconds with a gla.s.s in his hand. "Here you are, d.i.c.k! This is what you"re wanting. Swallow it before you talk any more!"
d.i.c.k reached out in silence and took the gla.s.s. Then he stood up and drank, keeping his face averted.
Fielding waited till at last, without turning, he spoke. "I"ve always known it might come to this, but I never realized why. I suppose anyone but a blind fool would have seen through it long ago."
"What are you talking about?" said the squire. "I"m utterly in the dark, remember."
d.i.c.k"s hands were clenched. "I"m talking of Juliet and--Saltash. I"ve always known there was some sort of understanding between them. He flaunted it in my face whenever we met. But I trusted her--I trusted her." The words were like a m.u.f.fled cry rising from the depths of the man"s wrung soul.
"Sit down!" said the squire gruffly, and taking him by the shoulders pushed him into the chair from which he himself had so lately risen.
d.i.c.k yielded, with the submission of utter despair, his black head bowed against the table.
Fielding stooped over him, still holding him. "Now, boy, now! Don"t let yourself go! Tell me--try and tell me!"
d.i.c.k drew a hard breath. "You"ll think I"m mad, sir. I thought I was myself at first. But it"s true--it must be true. I heard it from her own lips. Juliet--my wife--my wife--is--was--Lady Joanna Farringmore!"
"Great heavens!" said the squire. "d.i.c.k, are you sure?"
"Yes, quite sure. She was caught--caught by Yardley at the meeting to-night. She couldn"t escape--so she told the truth--told the whole crowd--and then bolted--bolted with Saltash."
"Great heavens!" said the squire again. "But--what was Saltash doing there?"
"Oh, he came to protect her. He knew--or guessed--there was something in the wind. He came to support her. I know now. He"s the subtlest devil that ever was made."
"But why on earth--why on earth did she ever come here?"
questioned Fielding.
"She was hiding from Yardley of course. He"s a cold vindictive brute, and I suppose--I suppose she was afraid of him, and came to me--came to me--for refuge." d.i.c.k was speaking through his hands. "That"s how he regards it himself. She was always playing fast and loose till she got engaged to him. It was just the fashion in that set. But he--I imagine no one ever played with him before. He swears--swears he"ll make her suffer for it yet."
"Pooh!" said Fielding. "How does he propose to do that? She"s your wife anyhow."
"My wife--yes." Slowly d.i.c.k raised his head, stared for a s.p.a.ce in front of him, then grimly rose. "My wife--as you say, sir. And I am going to find her--now."
"I"m coming with you," said Fielding.
"No, sir, no!" d.i.c.k looked at him with a tight-lipped smile that was somehow terrible. "Don"t do that! You won"t want to be--a witness against me."
"Pooh!" said the squire again. "I may be of use to you before it comes to that. But before we start let me tell you one thing, d.i.c.k! She married you because she loved you--for no other reason."
A sharp spasm contracted d.i.c.k"s hard features; he set his lips and said nothing.
"That"s the truth," the squire proceeded, watching him. "And you know it.
She might have bolted with Saltash before if she had wanted to. She had ample opportunity."
d.i.c.k"s hands clenched at his sides, but still he said nothing.
"She loved you," the squire said again. "Lady Jo--or no Lady Jo--she loved you. It wasn"t make-believe. She was fairly caught--against her will possibly--but still caught. She"s run away from you now--run away with another man--because she couldn"t stay and face you. Is that convincing proof, do you think, that she has ceased to love you? It wouldn"t convince me."
d.i.c.k"s clenched hands were beating impotently against his sides.
"I--can"t say, sir," he said, between his set teeth.
The squire moved impulsively, laid a hand on his shoulder. "d.i.c.k, I"ve seen a good deal--suffered a good deal--in my time; enough to know the real thing when I see it. She"s loved you as long as she"s known you, and it"s been the same with you. You"re not going to deny that? You can"t deny it!"
d.i.c.k made a quick gesture of protest. For a moment the tortured soul of the man looked out of his eyes. "Does that make it any better?" he said harshly.
"In my opinion, yes." Fielding spoke with decision. "She may have taken refuge with Saltash, but that doesn"t prove anything--except that the poor girl had no one else to turn to. You had failed her--or anyhow you didn"t offer to stand by."