"Violet, I say! You"re miserable! I knew you were the first moment I saw you. And I can"t stand it. You must let me help. Don"t anyhow try to keep me outside!"
"You can"t help," she murmured, with her face averted. "At least--only by going away."
But he held her still. "That"s rot, you know. I"m not going. What is it?
Tell me! Is he a brute to you?"
She made a more determined effort to disengage herself. "Whatever he is, I"ve got to put up with him. So it"s no good talking about it."
"Oh, but look here!" protested Wentworth. "You and I are such old friends. I used to think you cared for me a little. Violet, I say, what induced you to marry that outsider?"
She was silent, not looking at him.
"You were always so proud," he went on. "I never thought in the old days that you would capitulate to a bounder like that. Why, you might have had that Bohemian prince if you"d wanted him."
"I didn"t want him!" She spoke with sudden vehemence, as if stung into speech. "I"m not the sort of sn.o.b-woman who barters herself for a t.i.tle!"
"No?" said Wentworth, looking at her curiously. "But what did you barter yourself for, I wonder?"
She flinched, and dropped back into silence.
"Won"t you tell me?" he said.
"No." She spoke almost under her breath. He relinquished the matter with the air of a man who has gained his point. "Do you know," he said, in a different tone, "if it hadn"t been for that fiendish trial, I"d have been in the same race with Field, and I believe I"d have made better running, too?"
"Ah!" she said.
It was almost a gasp of pain. He stopped deliberately and looked into her face.
"Violet!" he said.
She trembled at his tone and thrust out a protesting hand. "Ah, what is the use?" she cried. "Do you--do you want to break my heart?"
Her voice failed. For the first time her eyes met his fully.
There followed an interval of overwhelming stillness in which neither of them drew a breath. Then, with an odd sound that might have been a laugh strangled at birth. Burleigh Wentworth gathered her to his heart and held her there.
"No!" he said. "No! I want to make you--the happiest woman in the world!"
"Too late! Too late!" she whispered.
But he stopped the words upon her lips, pa.s.sionately, irresistibly, with his own.
"You are mine!" he swore, with his eyes on hers. "You are mine! No man on earth shall ever take you from me again!"
CHAPTER V
Violet was in her room ready dressed for dinner that evening, when there came a knock upon her door. She was seated at a writing-table in a corner scribbling a note, but she covered it up quickly at the sound.
"Come in!" she said.
She rose as her husband entered. He also was ready dressed. He came up to her in his quiet, direct fashion, looking at her with those steady eyes that saw so much and revealed so little.
"I just came in to say," he said, "that I am sorry to cut your pleasure short, but I find we must return to town to-morrow."
She started at the information. "To-morrow!" she echoed. "Why?"
"I find it necessary," he said.
She looked at him. Her heart was beating very fast. "Percival, why?" she said again.
He raised his eyebrows slightly. "It would be rather difficult for me to explain."
"Do you mean you have to go on business?" she said.
He smiled a little. "Yes, on business."
She turned to the fire with a shiver. There was something in the atmosphere, although the room was warm, that made her cold from head to foot. With her back to him she spoke again:
"Is there any reason why I should go too?"
He came and joined her before the fire. "Yes; one," he said.
She threw him a nervous glance. "And that?"
"You are my wife," said Field quietly.
Again that shiver caught her. She put out a hand to steady herself against the mantelpiece. When she spoke again, it was with a great effort.
"Wives are sometimes allowed a holiday away from their husbands."
Field said nothing whatever. He only looked at her with unvarying attention.
She turned at last in desperation and faced him. "Percival! Why do you look at me like that?"
He turned from her instantly, without replying. "May I write a note here?" he said, and went towards the writing-table. "My pen has run dry."
She made a movement that almost expressed panic. She was at the table before he reached it. "Ah, wait a minute! Let me clear my things out of your way first!"
She began to gather up the open blotter that lay there with feverish haste. A sheet of paper flew out from her nervous hands and fluttered to the floor at Field"s feet. He stooped and picked it up.
She uttered a gasp and turned as white as the dress she wore. "That is mine!" she panted.
He gave it to her with grave courtesy. "I am afraid I am disturbing you,"
he said. "I can wait while you finish."