Tristram was no Puritan, but the ingrained pride in his old name he could not eliminate from his blood. So he kept himself with an iron reserve. He never once looked at her, and spoke as coldly as ice; and they got through luncheon. And Zara said, suddenly, she would like to go to church.
It was at three o"clock, so he ordered the motor without a word. She was not well enough to walk there through the park.
He could not let her go alone, so he changed his plans and went with her. They did not speak, all the way.
She had never been into the church before, and was struck with the fine windows, and the monuments of the Guiscards, and the famous tomb of the Crusader in the wall of the chancel pew where they sat; and all through the service she gazed at his carven face, so exactly like Tristram"s, with the same, stern look.
And a wild, miserable rebellion filled her heart, and then a cold fear; and she pa.s.sionately prayed to G.o.d to protect him. For what if he should go on some dangerous hunting expedition, and something should happen, and she should never see him again! And then, as she stood while they sang the final hymn, she stopped and caught her breath with a sob. And Tristram glanced at her in apprehension, and he wondered if he should have to suffer anything further, or if his misery were at its height.
The whole congregation were so interested to see the young pair, and they had to do some handshakings, as they came out. What would all these good people think, Tristram wondered with bitter humor, when they heard that he had gone away on a long tour, leaving his beautiful bride alone, not a month after their marriage? But he was past caring what they thought, one way or another, now.
Zara went to her room when they got back to the house, and when she came down to tea he was not there, and she had hers alone with Jake.
She felt almost afraid to go to dinner. It was so evident he was avoiding her. And while she stood undecided her maid brought in a note:
"I ask you not to come down--I cannot bear it. I will see you to-morrow morning, before I go, if you will come to my sitting-room at twelve."
That was all.
And, more pa.s.sionately wretched than she had ever been in her life, she went to bed.
She used the whole strength of her will to control herself next morning.
She must not show any emotion, no matter how she should feel. It was not that she had any pride left, or would not have willingly fallen into his arms; but she felt no woman could do so, unsolicited and when a man plainly showed her he held her in disdain.
So it was, with both their hearts breaking, they met in the sitting-room.
"I have only ten minutes," he said constrainedly. "The motor is at the door. I have to go round by Bury St. Edmunds; it is an hour out of my way, and I must be in London at five o"clock, as I leave for Paris by the night mail. Will you sit down, please, and I will be as brief as I can."
She fell, rather than sank, into a chair. She felt a singing in her ears; she must not faint--she was so very weak from her recent illness.
"I have arranged that you stay here at Wrayth until you care to make fresh arrangements for yourself," he began, averting his eyes, and speaking in a cold, pa.s.sionless voice. "But if I can help it, after I leave here to-day I will never see you again. There need be no public scandal; it is unnecessary that people should be told anything; they can think what they like. I will explain to my mother that the marriage was a mistake and we have agreed to part--that is all. And you can live as you please and I will do the same. I do not reproach you for the ruin you have brought upon my life. It was my own fault for marrying you so heedlessly. But I loved you so--!" And then his voice broke suddenly with a sob, and he stretched out his arms wildly.
"My G.o.d!" he cried, "I am punished! The agony of it is that I love you still, with all my soul--even though I saw them with my own eyes--your lover and--your child!"
Here Zara gave a stifled shriek, and, as he strode from the room not daring to look at her for fear of breaking his resolution, she rose unsteadily to her feet and tried to call him. But she gasped and no words would come. Then she fell back unconscious in the chair.
He did not turn round, and soon he was in the motor and gliding away as though the hounds of h.e.l.l were after him, as, indeed, they were, from the mad pain in his heart.
And when Zara came to herself it was half an hour later, and he was many miles away.
She sat up and found Jake licking her hands.
Then remembrance came back. He was gone--and he loved her even though he thought her--that!
She started to her feet. The blood rushed back to her brain. She must act.
She stared around, dazed for a moment, and then she saw the time tables--the Bradshaw and the A.B.C. She turned over the leaves of the latter with feverish haste. Yes, there was a train which left at 2:30 and got to London at half-past five; it was a slow one--the express which started at 3:30, did not get in until nearly six. That might be too late--both might be too late, but she must try. Then she put her hand to her head in agony. She did not know where he had gone. Would he go to his mother"s, or to his old rooms in St. James"s Street? She did not know their number.
She rang the bell and asked that Michelham should come to her.
The old servant saw her ghastly face, and knew from Higgins that his master intended going to Paris that night. He guessed some tragedy had happened between them, and longed to help.
"Michelham," she said, "his lordship has gone to London. Do you know to what address? I must follow him--it is a matter of life and death that I see him before he starts for Paris. Order my motor for the 2:30 train--it is quicker than to go by car all the way."
"Yes, my lady," Michelham said. "Everything will be ready. His lordship has gone to his rooms, 460 St. James"s Street. May I accompany your ladyship? His lordship would not like your ladyship to travel alone."
"Very well," she said. "There is no place anywhere, within driving distance that I could catch a train that got in before, is there?"
"No, my lady; that will be the soonest," he said. "And will your ladyship please to eat some luncheon? There is an hour before the motor will be round. I know your ladyship"s own footman, James, should go with your ladyship, but if it is something serious, as an old servant, and, if I may say so, a humble and devoted friend of his lordship"s, I would beg to accompany your ladyship instead."
"Yes, yes, Michelham," said Zara, and hurried from the room.
She sent a telegram when at last she reached the station--to the St.
James"s Street rooms.
"What you thought was not true. Do not leave until I come and explain. I am your own Zara."
Then the journey began--three hours of agony, with the constant stoppages, and the one thought going over and over in her brain. He believed she had a lover and a child, and yet he loved her! Oh, G.o.d!
That was love, indeed!--and she might not be in time.
But at last they arrived--Michelham and she--and drove to Tristram"s rooms.
Yes, his lordship had been expected at five, but had not arrived yet; he was late. And Michelham explained that Lady Tancred had come, and would wait, while he himself went round to Park Lane to see if Lord Tancred had been there.
He made up a splendid fire in the sitting-room, and, telling Higgins not to go in and disturb her even with tea, the kind old man started on his quest--much anxiety in his mind.
Ten minutes pa.s.sed, and Zara felt she could hardly bear the suspense.
The mad excitement had kept her up until now. What if he were so late that he went straight to the train? But then she remembered it went at nine--and it was only six. Yes, he would surely come.
She did not stir from her chair, but her senses began to take in the room. How comfortable it was, and what good taste, even with the evidences of coming departure about! She had seen two or three telegrams lying on the little hall table, waiting for him, as she came in--hers among the number, she supposed. A motor stopped, surely!--Ah! if it should be he! But there were hundreds of such noises in St. James"s Street, and it was too dark and foggy to see. She sat still, her heart beating in her throat. Yes, there was the sound of a latch key turning in the lock! And, after stopping to pick up his telegrams, Tristram, all unexpecting to see any one, entered the room.
She rose unsteadily to meet him, as he gave an exclamation of surprise and--yes--pain.
"Tristram!" she faltered. It seemed as if her voice had gone again, and the words would make no sound. But she gathered her strength, and, with pitiful pleading, stretched out her arms.
"Tristram--I have come to tell you--I have never had a lover: Mimo was at last married to _Maman_. He was her lover, and Mirko was their child--my little brother. My uncle did not wish me to tell you this for a time, because it was the family disgrace." Then, as he made a step forward to her, with pa.s.sionate joy in his face, she went on:
"Tristram! You said, that night--before you would ever ask me to be your wife again, I must go down upon my knees--See--I do!--for Oh!--I love you!" And suddenly she bent and knelt before him, and bowed her proud head.
But she did not stay in this position a second, for he clasped her in his arms, and rained mad, triumphant kisses upon her beautiful, curved lips, while he murmured,
"At last--my Love--my own!"
Then when the delirium of joy had subsided a little,--with what tenderness he took off her hat and furs, and drew her into his arms, on the sofa before the fire.--The superlative happiness to feel her resting there, unresisting, safe in his fond embrace, with those eyes, which had been so stormy and resentful, now melting upon him in softest pa.s.sion.
It seemed heaven to them both. They could not speak coherent sentences for a while--just over and over again they told each other that they loved.--It seemed as if he could not hear her sweet confession often enough--or quench the thirst of his parched soul upon her lips.