"I won"t! I can"t! Jeff--Jeff--for Heaven"s sake--Jeff!" Her voice broke into wild entreaty. He had taken her roughly by the shoulders, pulling her from his path. He would have put her from him, but she s.n.a.t.c.hed her opportunity and clung to him fast with all her quivering strength.
He stood still then, suddenly rigid. "I have warned you!" he said, in a voice so deep with pa.s.sion that her heart quailed and ceased to beat.
"Let me go!"
But she only tightened her trembling hold. "You shan"t go, Jeff! You shan"t insult Hugh Chesyl! He is a gentleman!"
"Is he?" said Jeff, very bitterly.
She could feel his every muscle strung and taut, ready for uncontrolled violence. Yet still with her puny strength she held him, for she dared not let him go.
"Jeff, listen to me! You must listen! Hugh is my very good friend--no more than that. He has come here to say "Good-bye." I left a note for him on my way here, just to tell him I was going. He is my friend--only my friend."
"I don"t believe you," said Jeff.
She shrank as if he had struck her, but her hands still clutched his coat. She attempted no further protestations, only stood with her white face lifted and clear eyes fixed on his. The red fire that shone fiercely back on her was powerless to subdue her steady regard, though she felt as though it scorched her through and through.
From the platform came the shriek of the guard"s whistle. The train was departing.
Doris heard it go with a sick sense of despair. She knew that her liberty went with it. As the last carriage pa.s.sed she spoke again.
"I will go back with you now."
"If I will take you back," said Jeff.
Her hands clenched upon his coat. An awful weakness had begun to a.s.sail her. She fought against it desperately.
Someone tried the handle of the door, pulled at it and desisted. She caught her breath. Jeff"s hand went out to open, but she shifted her grasp, and again gripped his wrist.
"Wait! Wait!" she whispered through her white lips.
This time he did not shake her off. He stood with his eyes on hers and waited.
The man on the other side of the door, evidently concluding that the waiting-room had not been opened that day, gave up the attempt and pa.s.sed on. With straining ears Doris listened to his departing footsteps. A few seconds later she saw Jeff"s eyes go to the farther window. Her own followed them. Hugh Chesyl, clad in a long grey ulster, was tramping away through the snow.
He pa.s.sed from sight, and Doris relaxed her hold. Her face was white and spent. "Will you take me home?" she said faintly.
Slowly Jeff"s eyes came back to her, dwelt upon her. He must have seen the exhaustion in her face, but his own showed no softening.
He spoke at last sternly, with grim mastery. "If I take you back it must be on a different footing. You tell me this man is no more to you than a friend. I am even less. Do you think I will be satisfied with that?"
"I have tried to make you my friend," she said.
"And you have failed," he said. "Shall I tell you why? Or can you guess?"
She was silent.
He clenched his hands hard against his sides. "You know what happened yesterday," he said. "It had nearly happened a hundred times before. I kept it back till it got too strong for me. You dangled your friendship before me till I was nearly mad with the want of you. You had better have offered me nothing at all than that."
"Oh, Jeff!" she said.
He went on, heedless of reproach. "It has come to this with me: friendship, if it comes at all, must come after. You tell me Chesyl is not your lover. Do you deny that he has ever made love to you?"
"Since he knew of my marriage--never!" she said.
"Yet you ride home with him in the dark hand in hand!" said Jeff.
The colour flamed in her face and as swiftly died. "Hugh Chesyl is not my lover," she said proudly.
"And you expect me to believe you?" he said.
"I do."
He gazed at her without pity. "You will secure my belief in you," he said, "only by coming to me as my wife."
A great shiver went through her. She stood silent.
"As my wife," he repeated looking straight into her face with eyes that compelled. She was trembling from head to foot. He waited a moment, then: "You would sooner run away with Hugh Chesyl?" he asked very bitterly.
Sheer pain drove her into speech. "Oh, Jeff," she cried pa.s.sionately, "don"t make me hate you!"
He started at that as an animal starts at the goad, and in an instant he took her suddenly and fiercely by the shoulders. "Hate me, then! Hate me!" he said, and kissed her again savagely on her white, panting lips as he had kissed her the night before, showing no mercy.
She did not resist him. Her strength was gone. She hung quivering in his arms till the storm of his pa.s.sion had pa.s.sed also. Then: "Let us go!"
she whispered: "Let us go!"
He released her slowly and turned to open the door. Then, seeing that she moved unsteadily, he put his arm about her, supporting her. So, side by side and linked together, they went out into the driving snow.
CHAPTER XII
CHRISTMAS NIGHT
Doris was nearly fainting with cold and misery when they stopped at last before the Mill House door. All the previous night she had sat up listening with nerves on edge, and had finally taken her departure in the early morning without food.
When Jeff turned to help her down she looked at him helplessly, seeing him through a drifting mist that obscured all besides. He saw her weakness at a single glance, and, mounting the step, took her in his arms.
She sank down against his shoulder. "Oh, Jeff, I can"t help it," she whispered, through lips that were stiff and blue with cold.
"All right. I know," he said, and for the first time in many days she heard a note of kindness in his voice.
He bore her straight through to the kitchen, and laid her down upon the old oak settle, just as he had done on that day in September when first he had brought her to his home.
Granny Grimshaw, full of tender solicitude, came hastening to her, but Jeff intervened.
"Hot milk and brandy--quick!" he ordered, and fell himself to chafing the icy fingers.