"No. I don"t believe you." "Oh!"
He possessed himself of her hand again.
"My love--my dearest! What is this trouble, that you can"t tell it? It can"t be anything about yourself. If it is anything about any one else, it wouldn"t make the least difference in the world, no matter what it was. I would be only too glad to show by any act or deed I could that nothing could change me towards you."
"Oh, you don"t understand!"
"No, I don"t. You must tell me."
"I will never do that."
"Then I will stay here till your mother comes, and ask her what it is."
"Ask HER?"
"Yes! Do you think I will give you up till I know why I must?"
"You force me to it! Will you go if I tell you, and never let any human creature know what you have said to me?"
"Not unless you give me leave."
"That will be never. Well, then----" She stopped, and made two or three ineffectual efforts to begin again. "No, no! I can"t. You must go!"
"I will not go!"
"You said you--loved me. If you do, you will go."
He dropped the hands he had stretched towards her, and she hid her face in her own.
"There!" she said, turning it suddenly upon him. "Sit down there. And will you promise me--on your honour--not to speak--not to try to persuade me--not to--touch me? You won"t touch me?"
"I will obey you, Penelope."
"As if you were never to see me again? As if I were dying?"
"I will do what you say. But I shall see you again; and don"t talk of dying. This is the beginning of life----"
"No. It"s the end," said the girl, resuming at last something of the hoa.r.s.e drawl which the tumult of her feeling had broken into those half-articulate appeals. She sat down too, and lifted her face towards him. "It"s the end of life for me, because I know now that I must have been playing false from the beginning. You don"t know what I mean, and I can never tell you. It isn"t my secret--it"s some one else"s.
You--you must never come here again. I can"t tell you why, and you must never try to know. Do you promise?"
"You can forbid me. I must do what you say."
"I do forbid you, then. And you shall not think I am cruel----"
"How could I think that?"
"Oh, how hard you make it!"
Corey laughed for very despair. "Can I make it easier by disobeying you?"
"I know I am talking crazily. But I"m not crazy."
"No, no," he said, with some wild notion of comforting her; "but try to tell me this trouble! There is nothing under heaven--no calamity, no sorrow--that I wouldn"t gladly share with you, or take all upon myself if I could!"
"I know! But this you can"t. Oh, my----"
"Dearest! Wait! Think! Let me ask your mother--your father----"
She gave a cry.
"No! If you do that, you will make me hate you! Will you----"
The rattling of a latch-key was heard in the outer door.
"Promise!" cried Penelope.
"Oh, I promise!"
"Good-bye!" She suddenly flung her arms round his neck, and, pressing her cheek tight against his, flashed out of the room by one door as her father entered it by another.
Corey turned to him in a daze. "I--I called to speak with you--about a matter----But it"s so late now. I"ll--I"ll see you to-morrow."
"No time like the present," said Lapham, with a fierceness that did not seem referable to Corey. He had his hat still on, and he glared at the young man out of his blue eyes with a fire that something else must have kindled there.
"I really can"t now," said Corey weakly. "It will do quite as well to-morrow. Good night, sir."
"Good night," answered Lapham abruptly, following him to the door, and shutting it after him. "I think the devil must have got into pretty much everybody to-night," he muttered, coming back to the room, where he put down his hat. Then he went to the kitchen-stairs and called down, "h.e.l.lo, Alice! I want something to eat!"
XVII.
"WHAT"s the reason the girls never get down to breakfast any more?"
asked Lapham, when he met his wife at the table in the morning. He had been up an hour and a half, and he spoke with the severity of a hungry man. "It seems to me they don"t amount to ANYthing. Here I am, at my time of life, up the first one in the house. I ring the bell for the cook at quarter-past six every morning, and the breakfast is on the table at half-past seven right along, like clockwork, but I never see anybody but you till I go to the office."
"Oh yes, you do, Si," said his wife soothingly. "The girls are nearly always down. But they"re young, and it tires them more than it does us to get up early."
"They can rest afterwards. They don"t do anything after they ARE up,"
grumbled Lapham.
"Well, that"s your fault, ain"t it? You oughtn"t to have made so much money, and then they"d have had to work." She laughed at Lapham"s Spartan mood, and went on to excuse the young people. "Irene"s been up two nights hand running, and Penelope says she ain"t well. What makes you so cross about the girls? Been doing something you"re ashamed of?"
"I"ll tell you when I"ve been doing anything to be ashamed of," growled Lapham.
"Oh no, you won"t!" said his wife jollily. "You"ll only be hard on the rest of us. Come now, Si; what is it?"
Lapham frowned into his coffee with sulky dignity, and said, without looking up, "I wonder what that fellow wanted here last night?" "What fellow?"