"Go back," he said. "Go back to your chair. Go and sit there."
With wonder in her eyes and a smile fresh-born on her lips she obeyed him.
"Well?" she said. "You"re very odd. But--why?"
"I"m marrying her for Blent"s sake--and I think she"s marrying me for Blent"s sake."
"I call that horrible."
"No." He sprang to his feet. "If Blent was yours, what would you do to keep it?"
"Everything," she answered. "Everything--except sell myself, Harry."
She was superb. By a natural instinct, all affectation forgotten, she had thrown herself into Addie Tristram"s att.i.tude. There was the head on the bend of the arm, there was the dainty foot stuck out. There was all the defiance of a world insensate to love, greedy to find sin, dull to see grace and beauty, blind to a woman"s self while it cavilled at a woman"s deeds.
"Everything except sell yourself?" he repeated, his eyes set on her face.
"Yes--_Per Ensem Just.i.tia!_" she laughed. "But not lies, and not buying and selling, Harry."
"My word is given. I must marry her now."
"Better fling Blent away!" she flashed out in a brilliant indignation.
"And if I did that?"
"A woman would love you for yourself," she cried, leaning forward to him with hands clasped.
Again he rose and paced the length of the Long Gallery. The moment was come. There was a great alliance against him. He fought still. At every step he took he came to something that still was his, that he prized, that he loved, that meant much to him, that typified his position as Tristram of Blent. A separate pang waited on every step, a great agony rose in him with the thought that he might be walking this room as its master for the last time. Yes, it had come to that. For against all, threatening to conquer all, was the girl who sat in his mother"s chair, her very body a.s.serting the claim that her thoughts did not know and her mouth could not utter. And yet his mood had affected her. The upturned eyes were full of excitement, the parted lips waited for a word from him. Mina Zabriska had left her terrace and gone to bed, declaring that she was still on Harry"s side; but she was not with him in this fight.
He returned to Cecily and stood by her. The sympathy between them kept her still; she watched, she waited. For minutes he was silent; all thought of time was gone. Now she knew that he had something great to say. Was it that he would and could have no more to do with Janie Iver, that another had come, that his word must go, and that he loved her? She could hardly believe that. It was so short a time since he had seen her.
Yet why could it not be true of him, if it were true of her? And was it not? Else why did she hang on his words and keep her eyes on his? Else why was it so still in the room, as though the world too waited for speech from his lips?
"I can"t do it!" burst from him suddenly. "By G.o.d, I can"t do it!"
"What, Harry?" The words were no more than breathed. He came right up to her and caught her by the arm.
"You see all that--everything here? You love it?"
"Yes."
"As much as I do? As much as I do?" His self-control was gone. She made no answer; she could not understand.
With an effort he mastered himself.
"Yes, you love it," he said, and a smile came on his face. "I"m glad you love it. As G.o.d lives, unless you"d loved it, I"d have spoken not a word of this. But you"re one of us, you"re a Tristram. I don"t know the real rights of it, but I"ll run no risk of cheating a Tristram. You love it all?"
"Yes, yes, Harry. But why, dear Harry, why?"
"Why? Because it"s yours."
He let go her hand and reeled back a step.
"Mine? What do you mean?" she cried. Still the idea, the wild idea, that he offered it with himself was in her mind.
"It"s yours, not mine--it"s never been mine. You"re the owner of it.
You"re Tristram of Blent."
"I--I Tristram of Blent?" She was utterly bewildered. For he was not a lover--no lover ever spoke like that.
"Yes, I say, yes." His voice rose imperiously as it p.r.o.nounced the words that threw away his rule. "You"re Lady Tristram of Blent."
She did not understand; yet she believed. He spoke so that he must be believed.
"This is all yours--yours--yours. You"re Tristram of Blent."
She rose to her height, and stood facing him.
"And you? And you?"
"I? I"m--Harry."
"Harry? Harry? Harry what?"
He smiled as he looked at her; as his eyes met hers he smiled.
"Harry what? Harry Nothing," he said. "Harry Nothing-at-all."
He turned and left her alone in the room. She sank back into the great arm-chair where Addie Tristram had been wont to sit.
XIV
THE VERY SAME DAY
"Shall I wait up, my lord? Miss Gainsborough has gone to her room. I"ve turned out the lights and shut up the house."
Harry looked at the clock in the study. It was one o"clock.
"I thought you"d gone to bed long ago, Mason." He rose and stretched himself. "I"m going to town early in the morning. I shan"t want any breakfast and I shan"t take anybody with me. Tell Fisher to pack my portmanteau--things for a few days--and send it to Paddington. I"ll have it fetched from there. Tell him to be ready to follow me, if I send for him."
"Yes, my lord."
"Give that letter to Miss Gainsborough in the morning." He handed Mason a thick letter. Two others lay on the table. After a moment"s apparent hesitation Harry put them in his pocket. "I"ll post them myself," he said. "When did Miss Gainsborough go to her room?"
"About an hour back, my lord."