"What--do you want me to say?" Annesley stammered.
"I want you to say--that you don"t wish to see the last of me to-night."
"I shouldn"t be human if I _could_ wish that!" the words seemed to speak themselves; and she, who had been taught to repress and hide emotion as if it were a vice, was glad that the truth was out. After all they had gone through together she couldn"t send this man away believing her indifferent. "I--it doesn"t seem as if we were strangers," she faltered on.
"Strangers! I should think not," he echoed. "We mayn"t know much about each other"s tastes, but we do know about each other"s souls, which is more than can be said of most men and women acquainted for half a lifetime. As for our pasts, you haven"t had one, and I--well, if I swear to you that I"ve never murdered anybody, or been in prison, or committed an unforgivable crime, will you take my word?"
"If you told me you _were_ a murderer, or had committed some unforgivable crime, I--I don"t feel as if I could believe it," Annesley a.s.sured him.
"It--would hurt me to think evil of you. I"m sure it isn"t you who are evil, but these men."
"You"re an angel to feel like that and speak like that!" exclaimed Smith.
"I don"t deserve your goodness, but I appreciate it. I"d like to take your hand and kiss it when I thank you, but I won"t, because you"re alone with me, under my protection. To save me from trouble you"ve risked danger and put yourself in my power. I may be bad in some ways--most men are, or would be in women"s eyes if women saw them as they are; but I"m not a brute. The worst I"ve ever done is to try to pay back a great injury, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Do you blame me for that?"
"I have no right--I don"t know what the injury was," said the girl; and, hesitating a little, "still--I don"t think _I_ could find happiness in revenge."
"I could, or anyhow, satisfaction: I confess that. About "happiness," I don"t know much. But you could teach me."
"I?"
"Yes. Do you believe there can be such a thing as love at first sight?"
"I can"t tell. Books say so. Perhaps----"
"There"s no "perhaps." I"ve found that out to-night. I believe love that comes at sight must be the only real love--a sort of electric call from soul to soul. The thing that"s happened is just this: I"ve met the one woman--my help-mate. If I come out of this trouble, and can ask a girl like you to give herself to me, will you do it?"
"Oh, you say this because you think you ought to be grateful!" cried Annesley. "But I don"t want grat.i.tude. This is the first time I"ve ever _lived_. I owe that to you. And it"s more than you can owe to me."
The man laughed, a happy laugh, as though danger were miles away instead of on his heels. "You know almost as much about men as a child knows, Miss Grayle," he said, "if you think I"m one of the sort--if there _is_ such a sort--who would tie himself to a woman for grat.i.tude. I"ve just one motive in wanting you to marry me. I love you and need you. I couldn"t feel more if I"d known you months instead of hours."
The wonder of it swept over Annesley in a flood. Even in her dreams--and she had had wild dreams sometimes--she had never pictured a man such as this loving her and wanting her. To the girl"s mind he was so attractive that it seemed impossible his choice of her could be from the heart. She would wake up to a stale, flat to-morrow and find that none of these things had really happened.
Still, she might as well live up to the dream while it lasted, and have the more to remember.
"It"s a fairy story, surely!" she said, trying to laugh. "There are so many beautiful girls in the world for a man like you, that I----"
"A man like me! What _am_ I like?"
"Oh, it"s hard to put into words. But--well, you"re brave; I"m sure of that."
"I hope I"m not a coward. All normal men are brave. That"s nothing. What else am I--to you?"
"Interesting. More interesting than--than any one I ever saw."
"If you feel that, you don"t want to send me out of your life, do you?--after you"ve stood by and sheltered me from danger?"
"No-o. I don"t want to send you out of my life. But----"
"There"s only one way in which you can keep me and I can keep you--circ.u.mstanced as we are. We must be husband and wife."
"Oh!" The girl covered her face with both hands. The world was on fire around her.
"I frighten you. Yet you might have consented to marry that other Smith.
You went to meet him, to decide whether he was possible."
"I know. But I see now, if he"d kept his appointment, it would have ended in nothing, even if--if he had been pleased with me. I couldn"t have brought myself to say "yes"."
"How can you be certain?"
"Because"--Annesley spoke almost in a whisper--"because he wasn"t _you_."
Smith s.n.a.t.c.hed her clasped hands and kissed them. The warm touch of the man"s lips gave the girl a new, mysterious sensation. No man had ever kissed even her hands. Suddenly she felt sure that what she felt must be love--love at first sight, which, according to him, was an electric call from soul to soul. His kiss told her that they belonged to each other for good or evil.
"Darling!" he said. "You are mine. I sha"n"t let you go. For love of you I"ll free myself from this temporary trouble I"m in, and come back to claim you soon. When I ask you to be my wife you"ll say to me what you _wouldn"t_ have said to the other Smith?"
"If I can escape to hear you. But--you don"t know Mrs. Ellsworth."
"St. George rescued the princess from the dragon: so will I, though I"ve warned you I"m no saint. When we meet again I"ll tell you what I am, and perhaps my real name, which is better than Smith, though it mayn"t be as safe. Now, there are other things to say----"
But there was no time to say them, for the taxi stopped. The time seemed so short since the Savoy that Annesley couldn"t believe they were in Torrington Square. Perhaps the chauffeur had made a mistake? She looked out, hoping that it might be so; but before her were the darkened windows of the dull, familiar house, 22-A. The great moment was upon them.
CHAPTER V
THE SECOND LATCHKEY
Without another word Smith opened the door and sprang out. As Annesley put her hand into his to descend she gave him the latchkey. It had been inside the neck of her dress, and the metal was warm from the warmth of her heart.
"Take this," she whispered. "If _they_ are watching, it will be best for you to have the key."
Mr. Smith bestowed a generous tip on the driver, and was rewarded with a loud, cheerful "Thank you, sir!" which must have reached the ears of a chauffeur in the act of stopping before a house near by. Annesley, glancing sidewise at the other taxi, thought that it drew up with suspicious suddenness, as if it had awaited a "cue."
There was little doubt in her mind as to who the occupants were, and her heart beat fast, though she controlled herself to walk with calmness across the strip of pavement. On the doorstep she turned to wait for her companion, and, without seeming to look past him, saw that no one got out from the neighbouring taxi.
"They don"t care whether we guess who they are or not," was her thought.
"They mean to find out whether we have a latchkey and can let ourselves into a house in this square. When they see us go in, will they believe the story and drive away, or--will they stay on?"
What would happen if the watchers persisted Annesley dared not think; but she knew that she would sacrifice herself in any way rather than send the man she loved (yes, she _did_ love him!) out to face peril.
Having paid the chauffeur, Mr. N. Smith joined the figure on the doorstep, and fitted into the lock Annesley"s latchkey. Then he opened the door for the girl, and followed her in with a cool air of proprietorship which ought to have impressed the watchers. A minute later, if another proof had been needed that Mr. and Mrs. Smith were actually at home, it was given by a sudden glow of red curtains in the two front windows of the ground floor.
This touch of realism meant extra risk for Annesley in case Mrs.
Ellsworth were awake; but she took it with scarcely a qualm of fear. The house was quiet, and there were ten chances to one against its mistress being on the alert at this hour, so long past her bedtime.
When the girl had switched on the lights of the two-branched chandelier over the dining table she beckoned to her companion, who noiselessly followed her from the dark corridor into the room. There, with one sweeping glance at the dull red walls, the oil-painted landscapes in sprawling gilt frames, the heavy plush curtains, the furniture with its "saddle-bag" upholstery, the common Turkish carpet, and the mantel mirror with tasteless, ta.s.selled draperies, "Nelson Smith" seemed to comprehend the deadly "stuffiness" of Annesley Grayle"s existence.
The look of Mrs. Ellsworth"s middle-cla.s.s dining room, and the atmosphere whence oxygen had been excluded, were enough to tell him, if he had not realized already, why the lady"s companion had gone out to meet a strange man "with a view to marriage."