Geoffrey’sstolidly-staringeyessuddenlybrightened。Alightofthedevil’sownstrikingilluminatedhim。Anideaofthedevil’sownbringingenteredhismind。Helookedstealthilyroundatthemanwhoselifehehadsaved——atthemanwhohaddevotedlyservedhiminreturn。Ahideouscunningleeredathismouthandpeepedoutofhiseyes。“ArnoldBrinkworthpretendedtobemarriedtoherattheinn。BythelordHarry!that’sawayoutofitthatneverstruckmebefore!“Withthatthoughtinhisheartheturnedbackagaintohishalf-finishedlettertoJulius。Foronceinhislifehewasstrongly,fiercelyagitated。Foronceinhislifehewasdaunted——andthatbyhisOwnThought!HehadwrittentoJuliusunderastrongsenseofthenecessityofgainingtimetodeludeAnneintoleavingScotlandbeforeheventuredonpayinghisaddressestoMrs。Glenarm。Hislettercontainedastringofclumsyexcuses,intendedtodelayhisreturntohisbrother’shouse。“No,“hesaidtohimself,ashereaditagain。“Whateverelsemaydo——_this_won’t!“HelookedroundoncemoreatArnold,andslowlytoretheletterintofragmentsashelooked。
InthemeantimeBlanchehadnotdoneyet。“No,“shesaid,whenArnoldproposedanadjournmenttothegarden;“Ihavesomethingmoretosay,andyouareinterestedinit,thistime。“Arnoldresignedhimselftolisten,andworsestilltoanswer,iftherewasnohelpforit,inthecharacterofaninnocentstrangerwhohadneverbeenneartheCraigFernieinn。
“Well,“Blancheresumed,“andwhatdoyouthinkhascomeofmylettertoAnne?“
“I’msureIdon’tknow。“
“Nothinghascomeofit!“
“Indeed?“
“Absolutelynothing!Iknowshereceivedtheletteryesterdaymorning。Ioughttohavehadtheanswerto-dayatbreakfast。“
“Perhapsshethoughtitdidn’trequireananswer。“
“Shecouldn’thavethoughtthat,forreasonsthatIknowof。
Besides,inmyletteryesterdayIimploredhertotellmeifitwasonelineonlywhether,inguessingatwhathertroublewas,SirPatrickandIhadnotguessedright。Andhereisthedaygettingon,andnoanswer!WhatamItoconclude?“
“Ireallycan’tsay!“
“Isitpossible,Arnold,thatwehave_not_guessedright,afterall?Isthewickednessofthatmanwhoblewthecandlesoutwickednessbeyondourdiscovering?ThedoubtissodreadfulthatIhavemadeupmymindnottobearitafterto-day。Icountonyoursympathyandassistancewhento-morrowcomes!“
Arnold’sheartsank。Somenewcomplicationwasevidentlygatheringroundhim。Hewaitedinsilencetoheartheworst。
Blanchebentforward,andwhisperedtohim。
“Thisisasecret,“shesaid。“Ifthatcreatureatthewriting-tablehasearsforanythingbutrowingandracing,hemustn’thearthis!Annemaycometomeprivatelyto-daywhileyouareallatluncheon。Ifshedoesn’tcomeandifIdon’thearfromher,thenthemysteryofhersilencemustbeclearedup;andYoumustdoit!“
“I!“
“Don’tmakedifficulties!Ifyoucan’tfindyourwaytoCraigFernie,Icanhelpyou。AsforAnne,youknowwhatacharmingpersonsheis,andyouknowshewillreceiveyouperfectly,formysake。Imustandwillhavesomenewsofher。Ican’tbreakthelawsofthehouseholdasecondtime。SirPatricksympathizes,buthewon’tstir。LadyLundieisabitterenemy。TheservantsarethreatenedwiththelossoftheirplacesifanyoneofthemgoesnearAnne。Thereisnobodybutyou。AndtoAnneyougoto-morrow,ifIdon’tseeherorhearfromherto-day!“
ThistothemanwhohadpassedasAnne’shusbandattheinn,andwhohadbeenforcedintothemostintimateknowledgeofAnne’smiserablesecret!ArnoldrosetoputMiltonaway,withthecomposureofsheerdespair。Anyothersecrethemight,inthelastresort,haveconfidedtothediscretionofathirdperson。
Butawoman’ssecret——withawoman’sreputationdependingonhiskeepingit——wasnottobeconfidedtoanybody,underanystressofcircumstanceswhatever。“IfGeoffreydoesn’tgetmeoutof_this,_,“hethought,“IshallhavenochoicebuttoleaveWindygatesto-morrow。“
Ashereplacedthebookontheshelf,LadyLundieenteredthelibraryfromthegarden。
“Whatareyoudoinghere?“shesaidtoherstep-daughter。
“Improvingmymind,“repliedBlanche。“Mr。BrinkworthandIhavebeenreadingMilton。“
“Canyoucondescendsofar,afterreadingMiltonallthemorning,astohelpmewiththeinvitationsforthedinnernextweek?“
“If_you_cancondescend,LadyLundie,afterfeedingthepoultryallthemorning,ImustbehumilityitselfafteronlyreadingMilton!“
Withthatlittleinterchangeoftheacidamenitiesoffeminineintercourse,step-motherandstep-daughterwithdrewtoawriting-table,toputthevirtueofhospitalityinpracticetogether。
Arnoldjoinedhisfriendattheotherendofthelibrary。
Geoffreywassittingwithhiselbowsonthedesk,andhisclenchedfistsdugintohischeeks。Greatdropsofperspirationstoodonhisforehead,andthefragmentsofatornletterlayscatteredallroundhim。Heexhibitedsymptomsofnervoussensibilityforthefirsttimeinhislife——hestartedwhenArnoldspoketohim。
“What’sthematter,Geoffrey?“
“Alettertoanswer。AndIdon’tknowhow。“
“FromMissSilvester?“askedArnold,droppinghisvoicesoastopreventtheladiesattheotherendoftheroomfromhearinghim。
“No,“answeredGeoffrey,inalowervoicestill。
“HaveyouheardwhatBlanchehasbeensayingtomeaboutMissSilvester?“
“Someofit。“
“DidyouhearBlanchesaythatshemeanttosendmetoCraigFernieto-morrow,ifshefailedtogetnewsfromMissSilvesterto-day?“
“No。“
“Thenyouknowitnow。ThatiswhatBlanchehasjustsaidtome。“
“Well?“
“Well——there’salimittowhatamancanexpectevenfromhisbestfriend。Ihopeyouwon’taskmetobeBlanche’smessengerto-morrow。Ican’t,andwon’t,gobacktotheinnasthingsarenow。“
“Youhavehadenoughofit——eh?“
“IhavehadenoughofdistressingMissSilvester,andmorethanenoughofdeceivingBlanche。“
“Whatdoyoumeanby’distressingMissSilvester?’“
“Shedoesn’ttakethesameeasyviewthatyouandIdo,Geoffrey,ofmypassingheroffonthepeopleoftheinnasmywife。“
Geoffreyabsentlytookupapaper-knife。Stillwithhisheaddown,hebeganshavingoffthetopmostlayerofpaperfromtheblotting-padunderhishand。Stillwithhisheaddown,heabruptlybrokethesilenceinawhisper。
“Isay!“
“Yes?“
“Howdidyoumanagetopassheroffasyourwife?“
“Itoldyouhow,asweweredrivingfromthestationhere。“
“Iwasthinkingofsomethingelse。Tellmeagain。“
Arnoldtoldhimoncemorewhathadhappenedattheinn。Geoffreylistened,withoutmakinganyremark。Hebalancedthepaper-knifevacantlyononeofhisfingers。Hewasstrangelysluggishandstrangelysilent。
“All_that_isdoneandended,“saidArnoldshakinghimbytheshoulder。“ItrestswithyounowtogetmeoutofthedifficultyI’mplacedinwithBlanche。ThingsmustbesettledwithMissSilvesterto-day。“
“Things_shall_besettled。“
“Shallbe?Whatareyouwaitingfor?“
“I’mwaitingtodowhatyoutoldme。“
“WhatItoldyou?“
“Didn’tyoutellmetoconsultSirPatrickbeforeImarriedher?“
“Tobesure!soIdid。“
“Well——IamwaitingforachancewithSirPatrick。“
“Andthen?“
“Andthen——“HelookedatArnoldforthefirsttime。“Then,“hesaid,“youmayconsideritsettled。“
“Themarriage?“
Hesuddenlylookeddownagainattheblotting-pad。“Yes——themarriage。“
Arnoldofferedhishandincongratulation。Geoffreynevernoticedit。Hiseyeswereofftheblotting-padagain。Hewaslookingoutofthewindownearhim。
“Don’tIhearvoicesoutside?“heasked。