But she was gone on the instant, gone with a tinkle of maddening laughter. He blundered into the darkness of an empty room. But he was not the man to suffer defeat tamely. Momentarily baffled, he paused to light a lamp; then went from room to room of the little bungalow, locking each door that she might not elude him a second time. His blood was on fire, and he meant to find her.
In the end he came upon her wholly unexpectedly, standing on the veranda amongst the twining roses. She seemed to be awaiting him, though she made no movement towards him as he approached.
"Good-night, Billikins," she said, her voice very small and humble.
He came to her without haste, realizing that she had given the game into his hands. She did not shrink from him, but she raised an appealing face. And oddly the man"s heart smote him. She looked so pathetically small and childish standing there.
But the blood was still running fiercely in his veins, and that momentary twinge did not cool him. Child she might be, but she had played with fire, and she alone was responsible for the conflagration that she had started.
He drew near to her; he took her, unresisting, into his arms.
She cowered down, hiding her face away from him. "Don"t, Billikins!
Please--please, Billikins!" she begged, incoherently. "You promised--you promised--"
"What did I promise?" he said.
"That you wouldn"t--wouldn"t"--she spoke breathlessly, for his hold was tightening upon her--"gobble me up," she ended, with a painful little laugh.
"I see." Merryon"s voice was deep and low. "And you meantime are at liberty to play any fool game you like with me. Is that it?"
She was quivering from head to foot. She did not lift her face. "It wasn"t--a fool game," she protested. "I did it because--because--you were so horrid this morning, so--so cold-blooded. And I--and I--wanted to see if--I could make you care."
"Make me care!" Merryon said the words over oddly to himself; and then, still fast holding her, he began to feel for the face that was so strenuously hidden from him.
She resisted him desperately. "Let me go!" she begged, piteously. "I"ll be so good, Billikins. I"ll go to the Hills. I"ll do anything you like.
Only let me go now! Billikins!"
She cried out sharply, for he had overcome her resistance by quiet force, had turned her white face up to his own.
"I am not cold-blooded to-night, Puck," he said. "Whatever you are--child or woman--gutter-snipe or angel--you are mine, all mine.
And--I want you!"
The deep note vibrated in his voice; he stooped over her.
But she flung herself back over his arm, striving desperately to avoid him. "No--no--no!" she cried, wildly. "You mustn"t, Billikins! Don"t kiss me! Don"t kiss me!"
She threw up a desperate hand, covering his mouth. "Don"t--oh, don"t!"
she entreated, brokenly.
But the fire she had kindled she was powerless to quench. He would not be frustrated. He caught her hand away. He held her to his heart. He kissed the red lips hotly, with the savage freedom of a nature long restrained.
"Who has a greater right?" he said, with fiery exultation.
She did not answer him. But at the first touch of his lips upon her own she resisted no longer, only broke into agonized tears.
And suddenly Merryon came to himself--was furiously, overwhelmingly ashamed.
"G.o.d forgive me!" he said, and let her go.
She tottered a little, covering her face with her hands, sobbing like a hurt child. But she did not try to run away.
He flung round upon his heel and paced the veranda in fierce discomfort.
Beast that he was--brute beast to have hurt her so! That piteous sobbing was more than he could bear.
Suddenly he turned back to her, came and stood beside her. "Puck--Puck, child!" he said.
His voice was soft and very urgent. He touched the bent, dark head with a hesitating caress.
She started away from him with a gasp of dismay; but he checked her.
"No, don"t!" he said. "It"s all right, dear. I"m not such a brute as I seem. Don"t be afraid of me!"
There was more of pleading in his voice than he knew. She raised her head suddenly, and looked at him as if puzzled.
He pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed her wet cheeks with clumsy tenderness. "It"s all right," he said again. "Don"t cry! I hate to see you cry."
She gazed at him, still doubtful, still sobbing a little. "Oh, Billikins!" she said, tremulously, "why did you?"
"I don"t know," he said. "I was mad. It was your own fault, in a way.
You don"t seem to realize that I"m as human as the rest of the world.
But I don"t defend myself. I was an infernal brute to let myself go like that."
"Oh, no, you weren"t, Billikins!" Quite unexpectedly she answered him.
"You couldn"t help it. Men are like that. And I"m glad you"re human.
But--but"--she faltered a little--"I want to feel that you"re safe, too.
I"ve always felt--ever since I jumped into your arms that night--that you--that you were on the right side of the safety-curtain. You are, aren"t you? Oh, please say you are! But I know you are." She held out her hands to him with a quivering gesture of confidence. "If you"ll forgive me for--for fooling you," she said, "I"ll forgive you--for being fooled. That"s a fair offer, isn"t it? Don"t let"s think any more about it!" Her rainbow smile transformed her face, but her eyes sought his anxiously.
He took the hands, but he did not attempt to draw her nearer. "Puck!" he said.
"What is it?" she whispered, trembling.
"Don"t!" he said. "I won"t hurt you. I wouldn"t hurt a hair of your head. But, child, wouldn"t it be safer--easier for both of us--if--if we lived together, instead of apart?"
He spoke almost under his breath. There was no hint of mastery about him at that moment, only a gentleness that pleaded with her as with a frightened child.
And Puck went nearer to him on the instant, as it were instinctively, almost involuntarily. "P"r"aps some day, Billikins!" she said, with a little, quivering laugh. "But not yet--not if I"ve got to go to the Hills away from you."
"When I follow you to the Hills, then," he said.
She freed one hand and, reaching up, lightly stroked his cheek.
"P"r"aps, Billikins!" she said again. "But--you"ll have to be awfully patient with me, because--because--" She paused, agitatedly; then went yet a little nearer to him. "You will be kind to me, won"t you?" she pleaded.
He put his arm about her. "Always, dear," he said.
She raised her face. She was still trembling, but her action was one of resolute confidence. "Then let"s be friends, Billikins!" she said.
It was a tacit invitation. He bent and gravely kissed her.
Her lips returned his kiss shyly, quiveringly. "You"re the nicest man I ever met, Billikins," she said. "Good-night!"