Forgive me if I have made you sad. Death is not really sad, you know, where there is love. People talk of it as if it conquered love, whereas it is in fact all the other way round. Love conquers death."
Muriel hid her face suddenly on Daisy"s shoulder. "Oh, are you quite sure?" she whispered.
"I am quite sure, darling." The reply was instant and full of conviction. "It doesn"t need a good woman to be quite sure of that.
Over and over again it has been the only solid thing I have had to hold by. I"ve clung to it blindly in outer darkness, G.o.d only knows how often."
Her arms tightened about Muriel, and she fell silent. For minutes the room was absolutely quiet. Then Muriel raised her head.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you so much."
Her eyes were full of tears as her lips met Daisy"s, but she brushed them swiftly away before they fell.
Daisy was smiling at her. "Come," she said, "I want to show you my baby. He is just the wee-est bit fractious, as he is cutting a tooth.
The doctor says he will be all right, but he still threatens to send us both to England."
"And you don"t want to go?" questioned Muriel.
Daisy shook her head. "I want to see my cousin Blake," she said lightly, "when he comes marching home again. Did you hear the rumour that he is to have the V.C.? They ought to give it to Nick, too, if he does."
"Oh, I shouldn"t think so. Nick didn"t do anything. At least," Muriel stumbled a little, "nothing to be proud of."
Daisy laughed and caught her face between her hands. "Except save his girl from destruction," she said. "Doesn"t that count? Oh, Muriel, I know exactly what made him want you. No, you needn"t be afraid. I"m not going to tell you. Wild horses sha"n"t drag it from me. But he"s the luckiest man in India, and I think he knows it. What lovely hair you have! I"ll come round early on your wedding-day and do it for you. And what will you wear? It mustn"t be a black wedding whatever etiquette may decree. You look too pathetic in black, and it"s a barbarous custom anyway. I have warned my husband fairly that if he goes into mourning for me, I"ll never speak to him hereafter again.
He is coming up to see us next week, and to discuss our fate with the doctor. Have you ever met Will?"
"Once," said Muriel. "It was at a dance at Poonah early last summer."
"Ah! When I was at Mahableshwar. He is a good dancer, isn"t he? He does most things well, I think."
Daisy smiled tolerantly as she indicated the photograph of a boy upon the mantelpiece. "He isn"t sixteen," she said; "he is nearly twenty-eight. Now come and see his son and the light of my eyes." She linked her arm in Muriel"s, and, still smiling, led her from the room.
CHAPTER XIV
THE POISON OF ADDERS
The week that followed that first visit of hers was a gradual renewal of life to Muriel. She had come through the darkest part of her trouble, and, thick though the shadows might still lie about her, she had at last begun to see light ahead. She went again and yet again to see Daisy, and each visit added to her tranquillity of mind. Daisy was wonderfully brisk for an invalid, and her baby was an endless source of interest. Even Lady Ba.s.sett could not cavil when her charge spoke of going to nursery tea at Mrs. Musgrave"s. She made no attempt to check the ripening friendship, though Muriel was subtly aware that she did not approve of it.
She also went every morning for a headlong gallop with Nick who, in fact, would take no refusal in the matter. He came not at all to the house except for these early visits, and she had a good many hours to herself. But her health was steadily improving, and her loneliness oppressed her less than formerly. She spent long mornings lying in the hammock under the pines with only an occasional monkey far above her to keep her company. It was her favourite haunt, and she grew to look upon it as exclusively her own. There was a tiny rustic summer-house near it, which no one ever occupied, so far as she knew. Moreover, the hammock had been decorously slung behind it, so that even though a visitor might conceivably penetrate as far as the arbour, it was extremely unlikely that the hammock would come into the range of discovery.
Even Lady Ba.s.sett had never sought her here, her time being generally quite fully occupied with her countless social engagements. Muriel often wondered that that garden on the mountainside in which she revelled seemed to hold so slight an attraction for its owner. But then of course Lady Ba.s.sett was so much in demand that she had little leisure to admire the beauties that surrounded her.
Growing daily stronger, Muriel"s half-childish panic regarding her approaching marriage as steadily diminished. She enjoyed her rides with Nick, becoming daily more and more at her ease with him. They seldom touched upon intimate matters. She wore his ring, and once she shyly thanked him for it. But he made no further reference to the words engraved within it, and she was relieved by his forbearance.
Nick, on his part, was visiting Daisy Musgrave every day, and sedulously imbibing her woman"s wisdom. He had immense faith in her insight and her intuition, and when she entreated him to move slowly and without impatience he took a sterner grip of himself and resolutely set himself to cultivate the virtue she urged upon him.
"You mustn"t do anything in a hurry," Daisy a.s.sured him, "either before your marriage or after. She has had a very bad shock, and she is only just getting over it. You will throw everything back if you try to precipitate matters. She is asleep, you know, Nick, and it is for you to waken her, but gradually--oh, very gradually--or she will start up in the old nightmare terror again. If she doesn"t love you yet, she is very near it. But you will only win her by waiting for her. Never do anything sudden. Always remember what a child she is, though she has outgrown her years. And children, you know, though they will trust those they love to the uttermost, are easily frightened."
Nick knew that she was right. He knew also that he was steadily gaining ground, and that knowledge helped him more than all Daisy"s counsels. He was within sight, so he felt, of the great consummation of all his desires, and he was drawing daily nearer.
Their wedding-day was little more than a week away. He had already made full preparation for it. It was to be as quiet a ceremony as it was possible to arrange. Daisy Musgrave had promised to be there, and he expected her husband also. Lady Ba.s.sett, whose presence he realised with a grimace to be indispensable, would complete the wedding-party.
He had arranged to leave Simla directly the service was over, and to go into Nepal. It would not be his first visit to that most wonderful country, and it held many things that he desired to show her. He expected much from that wedding journey, from the close companionship, the intimacy that must result. He would teach her first beyond all doubting that she had nothing to fear, and then--then at last, as the reward of infinite patience, he would win her love. His blood quickened whenever he thought of it. Alone with her once more among the mountains, in perfect security, surrounded by the glory of the eternal snows, so he would win her. They would come back closely united, equipped to face the whole world hand-in-hand, so joined together that no shadow of evil could ever come between them any more.
For they would be irrevocably made one. Thus ran the current of his splendid dream, and for this he curbed himself, mastered his eagerness, controlled his pa.s.sion.
On the day that Daisy"s husband arrived, he considerately absented himself from their bungalow, knowing how the boy loved to have his wife to himself. He had in consequence the whole afternoon at his disposal, and he contemplated paying a surprise visit to his betrothed. He had ridden with her that morning, and he did not doubt that she was to be found somewhere in Lady Ba.s.sett"s compound. So in fact she was, and had he carried out his first intention, he would have explored behind the summer-house and found her in her retreat.
But he did not after all pay his projected visit. A very small matter frustrated his plans--a matter of no earthly importance, but which he always looked upon afterwards as a piece of the devil"s own handiwork.
He remembered some neglected correspondence, and decided to clear it off. She would not be expecting him, possibly she might not welcome his intrusion. And so, in consequence of that rigid self-restraint that he was practising, he suffered this latter reflection to sway him in the direction of his unanswered letters, and sat down to his writing-table with a strong sense of virtue, utterly unsuspicious of the evil which even at that moment was drawing near imperceptibly but surely to the girl he loved.
She was lying in her hammock with an unread book on her knees. It was a slumberous afternoon, making for drowsiness. The mountains were wrapped in a vague haze, and the whole world was very still. Very far overhead, the pines occasionally whispered to one another, but below there was no movement, save when a lizard scuttled swiftly over the pine-needles, and once when an enquiring monkey-face peered at her round the red bole of a pine.
It was all very restful, and Muriel was undeniably sleepy. She had ridden farther than usual with Nick that morning, and it did not take much to tire her. Lady Ba.s.sett had gone to a polo-match, she knew, and she luxuriated in undisturbed solitude. It lay all about her like a spell of enchantment. With her cheek pillowed on her hand she presently floated into serene slumber. It was like drifting down a tidal river into a summer sea....
Her awakening was abrupt, almost startling. She felt as if some one had touched her, though she realised In a moment that this was impossible; for she was still alone. No one was in sight. Only from the arbour a few feet away there came the sound of voices, and the tinkle of tea-cups.
Visitors evidently! Lady Ba.s.sett had returned and brought back a couple of guests with her. She frowned impatiently over the discovery, realising that she was a prisoner unless she elected to show herself.
For her corner behind the summer-house was bounded by the wall of the compound, and there was no retreat save by the path that led to the bungalow, and this wound in front of the arbour itself.
It was very annoying, but there was no help for it. She knew very few people in Simla, and neither of the voices that mingled with Lady Ba.s.sett"s was familiar to her. It did not take her long to decide that she had no desire for a closer acquaintance with their owners. One was a man"s voice, sonorous and weighty, that sounded as if it were accustomed to propound mighty problems from the pulpit. The other was a woman"s, high-pitched as the wail of a cat on a windy night, that caused the listening girl to nestle back on her pillow with the instant resolution to remain where she was until the intruders saw fit to depart, even if by so doing she had to forego her tea.
She opened her book with an unwarrantable feeling of resentment. Of course Lady Ba.s.sett could not know she was there, and of course she was at liberty to go whither she would in her own garden. But no one likes to have their cherished privacy invaded even in ignorance.
And Lady Ba.s.sett might surely have concluded that she would be out somewhere under the pines.
Well, they probably would not stay for long, and she was in no hurry.
With a faint sigh of lingering annoyance she began to read.
But the piercing, feline voice soon pounded flail-like into her consciousness, scattering her thoughts with ruthless insistence.
"Of course," it a.s.serted, "it was the only thing he could possibly do.
No man with any decent feeling could have done otherwise. But it was a little hard on him. Surely you agree with me there?"
Lady Ba.s.sett"s voice, soft and precise, made answer. "Indeed I think he has behaved most generously in the matter. As you say, it would have been but a gentleman"s duty to make an offer of marriage, considering all the circ.u.mstances. But he went further than that. He actually insisted upon the arrangement. I suppose he felt bound to do so as the poor child"s father had placed her in his charge. She is quite unformed still, and is very far from realising her grave position. Indeed, I scarcely expected her to accept him without the urgent reason for the match being explained to her; for it is quite obvious that she does not care for him in that way. Poor child, she is scarcely old enough to know the true meaning of love. It is very sad for them both."
A gentle sigh closed the sentence. Muriel"s book had slid down upon a cushion of pine-needles. She had raised herself in the hammock, and was staring at the rustic woodwork of the summer-house as though she saw a serpent twining there.
There followed a brief silence. Then came the man"s voice, deliberate and resounding.
"I am sure it must have caused you much anxiety, dear Lady Ba.s.sett.
With my knowledge of Nicholas Ratcliffe I confess that I should have felt very grave misgivings as to whether he were endowed with the chivalry to fulfil the obligation he had incurred. My esteem for him has increased fourfold since I heard of his intention to shoulder his responsibilities thus courageously. I had not deemed him capable of such a sacrifice. I sincerely trust that he will be given strength to carry it through worthily."
"I shall not feel really easy till they are married," confessed Lady Ba.s.sett.
"Ah!" The sonorous voice broke in again with friendly reproof.
"But--pardon me--does not that indicate a certain lack of faith, Lady Ba.s.sett? Since the young man has been led to see that the poor girl has been so sadly compromised, surely we may trust that he will be enabled to carry out his engagement. I consider it doubly praiseworthy that he has taken this action on his own initiative. I may tell you in confidence that I was seriously debating with myself as to whether it were not my duty to approach him on the subject. But the news of his engagement relieved me of all responsibility. It is no doubt something of a sacrifice to a man of his stamp. We can only trust that he will be duly rewarded."
Here the shrill, feline voice suddenly made itself heard, tripping in upon the deeper tones without ceremony.