"Nothing, practically. Louise, how long did you expect to stay?"
"I don"t know. I hadn"t thought. As long as I"m needed, I suppose. Why?
Must you go back?"
"No--not exactly."
"Not exactly? What are you driving at?"
"Why, there"s nothing to be found out by telegraphing. Some one must go up to the place where the accident happened. She sees that, and she wants to go. She can"t realize at all what it means to go there. Suppose she could manage the journey, going alone, and all that; what could she do after she got there? How could she go and look up the place of the accident, and satisfy herself whether her father was--"
"Matt!" shrieked his sister. "If you go on, you will drive me wild. She mustn"t go; that"s all there is of it. You mustn"t think of letting her go." She sat up on the lounge in expression of her resolution on this point. "She must send somebody--some of their men. She mustn"t go. It"s too hideous!"
"No," said Matt, thoughtfully. "I shall go."
"You!"
"Why not? I can be at the place by four or five in the morning, and I can ascertain all the facts, and be able to relieve this terrible suspense for her."
"For both of them," suggested Louise. "It must be quite as bad for that poor, sick old maid."
"Why, of course," said Matt, and he felt so much ashamed of having left her out of the account that he added, "I dare say it"s even worse for her. She"s seen enough of life to realize it more."
"Sue was his favorite, though," Louise returned. "Of course you must go, Matt. _You_ couldn"t do _less_! It"s magnificent of you. Have you told her, yet, that you would go?"
"Not yet. I thought I would talk it over with you, first."
"Oh, _I_ approve of it. It"s the only thing to do. And I had better stay here till you come back--"
"Why, no; I"m not sure." He came a little nearer and dropped his voice.
"You"d better know the whole trouble, Louise. There"s great trouble for them whether he"s dead or alive. There"s something wrong in his accounts with the company, and if he was on that train he was running away to Canada to escape arrest."
He could see that only partial intelligence of the case reached her.
"Then if he"s killed, it will all be hushed up. I see! It makes you hope he"s killed."
Matt gave a despairing groan. "If he"s killed it makes it just so much the worse. The defalcation has to come out, any way."
"When must it come out?"
"A good many people know of it; and such things are hard to keep. It may come out--some rumor of it--in the morning papers. The question is whether you want to stay till they know it here; whether it would be wise, or useful."
"Certainly not! I should want to kill anybody that was by when such a thing as that came out, and I should despise Sue Northwick if she let me get away alive. I must go at once!"
She slid herself from the lounge, and ran to the gla.s.s, where she put up a coil of hair in the knot it had escaped from.
"I had my doubts," Matt said, "about letting you come here, without telling you just what the matter was; but mother thought you would insist upon coming, any way, and that you would be embarra.s.sed."
"Oh, _that_ was quite right," said Louise. "The great thing now is to get away."
"I hope you won"t let her suspect--"
"Well, I _think_ you can trust me for that, Matt," said Louise, turning round upon him, with a hairpin in her mouth, long enough to give him as sarcastic a glance as she could. If her present self-possession was a warrant of future performance, Matt thought he could trust her; but he was afraid Louise had not taken in the whole enormity of the fact; and he was right in this. As a crime, she did not then, or ever afterwards, fully imagine it. It may be doubted whether she conceived of it as other than a great trouble, and as something that ought always to be kept from her friend.
Matt went down stairs and found Sue Northwick in the library.
"I feel perfectly sure," she said, "that we shall hear of my father at Springfield. One of the horses he got there has gone lame, and it would be quite like him to stop and look up another in the place of it on the same farm."
The logic of this theory did not strike Matt, but the girl held her head in such a strong way, she drew her short breaths with such a smoothness, she so visibly concealed her anxiety in the resolution to believe herself what she said that he could not refuse it the tribute of an apparent credence. "Yes, that certainly makes it seem probable."
"At any rate," she said, "if I hear nothing from him there, or we get no news from Wellwater, I shall go there at once. I"ve made up my mind to that."
"I shouldn"t wish you to go alone, Sue," Adeline quavered. Her eyes were red, and her lips swollen as if she had been crying; and now the tears came with her words. "You could never get there alone in the world.
Don"t you remember, it took us all day to get to Wellwater the last time we went to Quebec?"
Sue gave her sister a severe look, as if to quell her open fears at least, and Matt asked aimlessly, "Is it on the way to Quebec?"
Sue picked up the railroad guide from the desk where she had left it.
"Yes; it is, and it isn"t." She opened the book and showed him the map of the road. "The train divides at Wellwater, and part goes to Montreal and part to Quebec. There are all sorts of stops and starts on the Quebec branch, so that you don"t arrive till next morning, but you get to Montreal in five or six hours. But the whole thing seems perfectly frantic. I don"t see why we pay the slightest attention to it! Of _course_, papa has stayed over in Springfield for something; only he"s usually so careful about telegraphing us if he changes his plans--"
She faltered, and let the book drop. Matt picked it up for her, and began to look at the time-table, at first to hide the pain he felt at the self-discouragement in which she ended, and then to see if he might not somehow be useful to her. "I see that a train from Boston meets the Springfield train at Wellwater."
"Does there?" She bent to look over the book with him, and he felt the ungovernable thrill at being near the beauty of a woman"s face which a man never knows whether to be ashamed of or glad of, but which he cannot help feeling. "Then perhaps I had better go by way of Boston. What time does it start? Oh, I see! Seven, thirty. I could get that train--if I don"t hear from him at Springfield. But I know I shall hear."
A stir of drapery made them aware of Louise at the library door. Suzette went toward her, "Are you going?" she asked, without apparently sharing the surprise Matt felt at seeing his sister with her hat and gloves on, and her jacket over her arm.
"Yes, I"m going, Sue. I just ran up to see you--I had to do that--but we both know I"m of no use here; and so we won"t make any pretences."
Louise spoke very steadily, almost coldly; her brother did not quite know what to make of her; she was pale, and she looked down, while she spoke. But when she finished b.u.t.toning the glove she was engaged with, she went up and put both her hands in Suzette"s. "I don"t need to tell you that I"m going just to get myself out of your way. It isn"t a time for ornamental friend-shipping, and you"ve got all the good you could out of seeing me, and knowing that I"m anxious with you. That"s about all there is of it, and I guess we"d better not spin it out. But remember, Sue, whenever you need me, when you really want me, you can send for me, and if I don"t come again till you do, you"ll know that I"m simply waiting. Will you remember that--_whatever_ happens?"
Matt gave a long tacit sigh of relief.
"Yes, I will, Louise," said Suzette. They kissed each other as if in formal ratification of their compact, which meant so much more to one of them than it could to the other.
"Come, Matt!" said Louise.
She added hastily, to prevent insistence against her plan, that they would have time to walk to the station, and she wished to walk. Then Matt said, "I will see you aboard the train, and then I"ll come back and wait till you hear from Springfield, Miss Suzette."
"That is a good idea," said Louise.
"But," Adeline urged tremulously, "sha"n"t you be afraid to go to Boston alone? It"ll be dark by the time you get there!"
"The journey can"t be very dangerous," said Louise, "and when I arrive, I shall put myself in charge of a faithful Boston hackman, and tell him I"m very valuable, and am to be taken the best of care of. Then I shall be set down at our door in perfect safety."
They all had the relief of a little laugh; even Adeline joined reluctantly in it.
When they were once free of the house, Matt said, "I wonder whether she will remember, after the worst comes, what you said, and whether she will trust you enough to turn to us?"
"I don"t know. Probably she will be too proud at first. But I shall come, whether she asks me or not. If they had relations or connections, as everybody else has, it would be different. But as it is--"
"Yes, of course," said Matt.