Her rapid breathing impeded speech; she said something inarticulate; he leaned from his saddle and caught her in his left arm.
"By G.o.d," he stammered, "I knew it! You can have what you like from me--I don"t care what it is!--take it--fill out your own checks--only let"s get out of here before those d.a.m.ned women ruin us both!"
She had strained back and aside from him, and was trying to guide her mare away, but his powerful arm crushed her and his hot breath fell on her face and neck.
"You can have it your own way I tell you--I swear to G.o.d I"ll marry you----"
"What!"
Almost strangled she wrenched herself free, panting, staring; and he realised his mistake.
"We can"t get a licence if we leave to-night," he said, breathing heavily. "But we can touch at any port and manage that."
"You--you _would_ take me--permit me to go--in such a manner?" she breathed, still staring at him.
"It"s necessity, isn"t it? Didn"t you propose it? It makes no difference to me, Strelsa. I told you I"d do anything you wished."
"What did you mean--what did you mean by--by--" But she could go no further in speech or thought.
"The thing to do," he said calmly, "is not to fly off our heads or become panic-stricken. You"re doing the latter; I lost control of myself--after what you gave me to hope--after what you said--showing your trust in me," he added, moistening his thick dry lips with his tongue. "I lost my self-command--because I _am_ crazy for you, Strelsa--there"s no sense in pretending otherwise--and you knew it all the time, you little coquette!
"What do you think a man"s made of? You wanted a business arrangement and I humoured you; but you knew all the while, and I knew, that--that I am infatuated, absolutely mad about you." He added, boldly: "And I have reason to think it doesn"t entirely displease you, haven"t I?"
She did not seem to hear him. He laid his gloved hand over hers, and recoiled before her eyes as from a blow.
"Are you angry?" he asked.
Her teeth were still working on her under lip. She made no answer.
"Strelsa--if you really feel nothing for me--if you mean what you have said about a purely business agreement--I will hold to it. I thought for a moment--when you said--something in your smile made me think----"
"You need not think any further," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I came with you this morning to tell you that I will not marry you."
"That"s nonsense! I"ve hurt you--made you angry----"
"I came for that reason," she repeated. "I meant to do it as soon as I had the courage. I meant to do it gently. Now I don"t care how I do it.
It"s enough for you to know that I will not marry you."
"Is that final?"
"Yes."
"I don"t believe it. I know perfectly well I was--was too impulsive, too ardent----"
She turned her face away with a faint, sick look at the summer fields where scores of birds sang in the sunshine.
"See here," he said, his manner changing, "I tell you I"m sorry. I ask your pardon. Whatever you wish shall be done. Tell me what to do."
After a few moments she turned toward him again.
"A few minutes ago I could have told you what to do. I would have told you to marry Mary Ledwith. Also I would have been wrong. Now, as you ask me, I tell you not to marry her."
His eyes were deadly dangerous, but she met them carelessly.
"No," she said, "don"t marry any woman after your attentions have made her conspicuous. It will be pleasanter for her to be torn to pieces by her friends."
"You are having your vengeance," he said. "Take it to the limit, Strelsa, and then let us be reconciled."
"No, it is too late. It was too late even before we started out together. Why--I didn"t realise it then--but it was too late long ago--from the day you spoke as you did in my presence to Mr. Quarren.
That finished you, Langly--if, indeed, you ever really began to mean anything at all to me."
He made a last effort and the veins stood out on his forehead:
"I am sorry I spoke to Quarren as I did. I like him."
She said coolly: "You hate him. You and Mr. Caldera almost ruined him in that acreage affair."
"You are mistaken. Caldera squeezed him; I did not. I knew nothing about it. My agents attend to such petty matters. What motive have I for disliking Quarren?"
She shrugged her shoulders disdainfully: "Perhaps because you thought he was devoted to me--and I to him.... And you were right," she added: "I am devoted to him because he is a man and a clean one."
"Have you ended?"
"Ended what?"
"Punishing me."
Her lips curled slightly: "I am afraid you are inclined to self-flattery, Langly. We chasten those whom we care for."
"Are you silly enough to dismiss me through sheer pique?" he said between his teeth.
"Pique? I don"t understand. I"ve merely concluded that I don"t need your fortune and I don"t want your name. You, personally, never figured in the proposed arrangement."
His visage altered alarmingly:
"Who have you got on the string now!" he broke out--"you little adventuress! What d.a.m.ned fool is d.a.m.ned fool enough to marry you when anybody could get you for less if they care to spend the time on you----"
Suddenly his arm shot out and he wrenched her bridle, dragging her horse around and holding him there.
"Are you mad?" she whispered, white to the lips. "Take your hand off my bridle!"
"For another word," he said between clinched teeth, "I"d ride you down and spoil that face of yours! Hold your tongue and listen to me. I"ve stood all I"m going to from you. I"ve done all the cringing and boot-licking that is going to be done. You"re the sort that needs curb and spurs, and you"ll get them if you cut up with me. Is that plain?"
She had carried no crop that morning or she would have used it; her bridle was useless; spurring might have dragged them both down under the horses" feet.