CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
"Yes; what is it?"
Kate Wilton raised her head from where it rested against the bed as shecrouched upon the floor, and gazed round wonderingly, conscious thatsomeone had called her by name, but with everything else a blank.
There was a tapping at the door.
"Yes, yes," said Kate; and she hurried across the room.
"If you please, ma'am, breakfast is waiting, and master's compliments,and will you come down?"
"Yes; I'll be down directly," she cried; and then she pressed her handsto her head and tried to think, but for some moments all was strange andconfused, and she wondered why she should have been sleeping there uponthe floor, dressed as she was on the previous night, the flowers she hadworn still at her breast.
The flowers crushed and bruised!
They acted as the key to the closed mental door, which sprang open, andin one flash of the light which flooded her brain she saw all that hadpassed before she fled there, and then knelt by the bedside, praying forhelp, and striving to evolve some means of escape, till, utterlyexhausted, nature would bear no more, and she fell asleep, to beawakened by the coming of the housekeeper.
And she had told her that she would be down directly. What should shedo?
Hurrying to the bell, she rang, and then waited with beating heart forthe woman's footsteps, which seemed an age in coming; but at last therewas a tap at the door.
"Did you ring, ma'am?"
"Yes; I am unwell I am not coming down."
"Can I do anything for you, ma'am?"
"No."
Kate stood thinking for a few moments with her hands to her throbbingbrows, for her head was growing confused again, and mental darknessseemed to be closing in; but once more the light came, and she tore thecrushed flowers from her breast, put on her bonnet and mantle, and then,hurriedly, her gloves.
She felt that she must get away from that house at once; she could notdetermine then where she would go; that would come afterwards; she couldnot even think then of anything but escape.
Her preparations took but a few minutes, and then she went to the doorand listened.
All was still in the house as far as she could make out, and timidlyunfastening the door, she softly opened it, to look out on the greatlanding, but started back, for in the darkest corner there was a figure.
Only one of the statues, the one just beyond the great curtain over thearchway leading to the little library; and gaining courage anddetermination, she stepped out, and cautiously looked down into thesombre hall.
Everything was still there, and she could just see that the dining-roomdoor was shut, a sign that Garstang was within, at his solitarybreakfast.
Her breath came and went as if she had been running, and she pressed herhand upon her side to try and subdue the heavy throbbing of her heart.
If she could only reach the front door unheard, and steal out!
She drew back, for there was a faint rattling sound, as of a cover upona dish; then footsteps, and as she drew back she could see thehousekeeper cross the hall with a small tray, enter the dining-room,whose door closed behind her, and the next minute come out,empty-handed, re-cross the hall, and disappear. Then her voice rose towhere Kate stood, as she called to her daughter.
Garstang must be in the dining-room, at his breakfast; and, desperatenow in her dread, Kate drew a deep breath, walked silently over the softcarpet to the head of the stairs, and with her dress rustling lightly,descended, reached the hall, seeing that the door appeared to be in itscustomary state, and the next moment she would have been there, tryingto let herself out, when she was arrested by a faint sound,half-ejaculation, half-sigh, and turning quickly, there, upon thestaircase, straining over the balustrade to watch her, was Becky, withthe sunlight from a stained-glass window full upon her bandaged face.
Making an angry gesture to her to go back, Kate was in the act ofturning once more when a firm hand grasped her wrist, an arm was passedabout her waist, and with a sudden drag she was drawn into the libraryand the door closed, Garstang standing there, stern and angry, betweenher and freedom.
"Where are you going?" he cried.
"Away from here," she said, meeting his eyes bravely. "This is no placefor me, Mr Garstang. Let me pass, sir."
"That is no answer, my child," he said. "Where are you going? What areyour plans?"
She made no answer, but stepped forward to try and pass him; but he tookher firmly and gently, and forced her to sit down.
"As I expected, you have no idea--you have no plans--you have nowhere togo; and yet in a fit of mad folly you would fly from here, the onlyplace where you could take refuge; and why?"
"Because I have found that the man I believed in was not worthy of thattrust."
"No; because in a maddening moment, when my love for you had brokenbounds, I spoke out, prematurely perhaps, but I obeyed the dictates ofmy breast. But there, I am not going to deliver speeches; I only wishto make you understand fully what is your position and mine. I said agreat deal last night, enough to have taught you much; above all, thatour marriage is a necessity, for your sake as much as mine. No, no; sitstill and be calm. We must both be so, and you must talk reasonably.Now, my dear, take off that bonnet and mantle."
She made no reply.
"Well, I will not trouble about that now. You will see the necessityafter a few minutes. First of all, let me impress upon you the simplefacts of your position here. In the first place, you are kept here bythe way in which you have compromised yourself. Yes, you have; and ifyou drove me to it I should openly proclaim that you have been mymistress, and were striving to break our ties in consequence of aquarrel."
She made no reply, but her eyes seemed to blaze.
"Yes," he said, with a smile; "I understand your looks. I am a traitor,and a coward, and a villain; that is, I suppose, the interpretation fromyour point of view; but let me tell you there are thousands of men whowould be ten times the traitor, coward and villain that you mentallycall me, to win you and your smiles, as I shall."
He stood looking down at her with a proud look of power, and sheinvoluntarily shrank back in her seat and trembled.
"In the second place," he continued, "I take it from your manner thatyou mean for a few days to be defiant, and that you will try to escape.Well, try if you like, and find how vain it is. I have you here, and inspite of everything I shall keep you safely. I will be plain and frank.For your fortune and for yourself I love you with a middle-aged man'sstrong love for a beautiful girl who has awakened in him passions thathe thought were dead. You will try and escape? No, you will not; fornow, for the first time, I shall really cage the lovely little bird Ihave entrapped. You will keep to your room, a prisoner, till you placeyour hands in mine, and tell me that you are mine whenever I wish. Youwill appeal to my servants? Well, appeal to them. You will try andescape by your window? Well, try. You must know by now that it opensover a narrow yard, and an attempt to descend from that means death; butthere are ways of fastening such a window as that, and this will bedone, for I want to live and love, and your death would mean mine."
He paused and looked down at her in calm triumph, but her firm gazenever left his, and her lips were tightly drawn together.
"I could appeal to your pity, but I will not now. I could tell you ofmy former loveless marriage, and my weary life with the wretched womanwho entrapped me; but you will find all that out in time, and try torecompense me for the early miseries of my life, and for your cruelcoldness now. There, I have nearly done. I have gambled over this, mychild, and I have won, so far as obtaining my prize. To obtain its fullenjoyment, I have treated you as I have since you have been here, duringwhich time I have taught you to love me as a friend and father. I amgoing to teach you to love me now as a husband--a far easier task."
"No!" she cried, angrily. "I would sooner die."
"Spare your breath, my dear, and try and school yourself to theacceptance of your fate. Claud Wilton is in
town, hunting for you, anddo you think I will let that young scoundrel drag you into what reallywould be a degrading marriage? I would sooner kill him. Come, come, besensible," he cried, speaking perfectly calmly, and never onceattempting to lessen the distance between them. "I startled you lastnight. See how gentle and tender I am with you to-day. I love you toowell to blame you in any way. I love you, I tell you; and I know quitewell that the passion is still latent in your breast; but I know, too,that it will bud and blossom, and that some day you will wonder at yourconduct toward one who has proved his love for you. I cannot blamemyself, even if I have been driven to win you by a coup. Who would nothave done the same, I say again? You have charmed me by your beauty,and by the beauties of your intellect; and once more I tell you gentlyand lovingly that you must now accept your fate, and look upon me as afriend, father, lover, husband, all in one. Kate, dearest, you shallnot repent it, so be as gentle and kind to me as I am to you."
He ceased, and she sat there gazing at him fixedly still.
"Now," he said, changing his manner and tone, "we must have no moreclouds between us. You need not shrink and begin beating your wings,little bird. I will be patient, and we will go on, if you wish it,where we left off last evening when you came here from the dining-room.I am guardian again until you have thought all this over, and are readyto accept the inevitable. We must not have you ill, and wanting thedoctor."
A thrill ran through her, and as if it were natural to turn to him whocame when she was once before sorely in need of help, she recalled thefirm, calm face of Pierce Leigh; but a faint flush coloured her cheek,as if in shame for her thought.
Garstang saw the brightening of her face, and interpreted it wrongly.
"A means of escape from me?" he said. "What a foolish, childishthought! Too romantic for a woman of your strength of mind, Kate. No,I shall not let you leave me like that. There, you must be faint andhungry; so am I. Take off your things, and come and face your guardianat the table, in the old fashion. No? You prefer to go back to yourroom this morning? Well, let it be so. Only try and be sensible. Itis so childish to let the servants be witnesses to such a little troubleas this. There, your head is bad, of course; and you altered your mindabout going for a walk."
He opened the door for her to pass out, and then rang the bell.
"Mrs Plant answered the bell last night," he said, meaningly. "Poorwoman, she had gone to bed, and came here in alarm; so she knows thatyou were taken ill and went to your room. I would not let her come anddisturb you, as you were so agitated.--Ah, Mrs Plant, your mistressdoes not feel equal to staying down to breakfast. Go and get a trayready, and take it up to her in her room."
The woman hurried to carry out Garstang's wishes, and Kate rose to herfeet, while he drew back to let her pass.
"The front door is fastened," he said, with a quiet smile, "and there isno window that you can open to call for help. Even if you could, andpeople came to inquire what was the matter, a few words respecting thesick and delirious young lady upstairs would send them away. It iscurious what a wholesome dread ordinary folk have of an illness beinginfectious. Will you come down to dinner, or sooner, dearest?" he said,sinking his voice to a whisper, full of tenderness. "I shall be here,and only too glad to welcome you when you come, sweet dove, with theolive branch of peace between us, and take it as the symbol of love."
A prisoner, indeed, and the chains seemed to fetter and weigh her downas, without a word, her eyes fixed and gazing straight before her, shewalked by him into the hall, mastered the wild agonising desire to flingherself at the door and call for help, and went slowly to the stairs,catching sight of the pale bandaged face peering over the balustrade andthen drawn back to disappear.
But as Kate saw it a gleam of hope shot through the darkness. PoorBecky--letters--appeals for help to Jenny Leigh. Could she not get amessage sent by the hand of the strange-looking, shrinking girl?
She went on steadily up towards her room, without once turning her head,feeling conscious that Garstang was standing below watching her; but bythe time she reached the first landing there was the sound of a faintcough and steps crossing to the dining-room, and she breathed morefreely, and glanced downward as she turned to ascend the second flight.
The hall was vacant, and looking toward the doorway through which Beckyhad glided, she called to her in a low, excited whisper:
"Becky! Becky!"
But there was no reply, and hurrying up the rest of the way she followedthe girl, entered the room into which she had passed, and found herstanding in the attitude of one listening intently.
"Becky, I want to speak to you," she whispered; but the girl darted to adoor at the other end, and was gliding through into the dressing-room,through which she could reach the staircase.
This time Kate was too quick for her, and caught her by the dress, thegirl uttering a low moan, full of despair, and hanging away with all hermight, keeping her face averted the while.
"Don't, don't do that," whispered Kate, excitedly. "Why are you afraidof me?"
"Let me go; oh! please let me go."
"Yes, directly," whispered Kate, still holding her tightly; "but please,Becky, I want you to help me. I am in great trouble, dear--greattrouble."
"Eh?" said the girl, faintly, "you?"
"Yes, and I do so want help. Will you do something for me?"
"No, I can't," whispered the girl. "I'm no use; I oughtn't to be here;don't look at me, please; and pray, pray let me go."
"Yes, I will, dear; but you will help me. Come to my room when yourmother has been."
The girl turned her white grotesque face, and stared at her with dilatedeyes.
"You will, won't you?"
Becky shook her head.
"Not to help a poor sister in distress?" said Kate, appealingly.
"You ain't my sister, and I must go. If he knew I'd talked to you he'dbe so cross."
With a sudden snatch the girl released her dress and fled, leaving Katestriving hard to keep back her tears, as she went on to the broadlanding and reached her room, thinking of the little library and theaccount she had heard of the former occupant, who found life too wearyfor him, and had sought rest.
Her first impulse was to lock her door, but feeling that she had nothingimmediate to fear, and that perhaps a display of acquiescence inGarstang's plans might help her to escape, she sat down to think, orrather try to think, for her brain was in a whirl, and thought crowdedout thought before she had time to grasp one.
But she had hardly commenced her fight when there was a tap at the door,and Sarah Plant entered with a breakfast tray, looking smiling andanimated.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am; but I've made you a very strong cup of tea, andyour breakfast will do you good. There. Now let me help you off withyour things."
"No, no, never mind now. Mrs Plant, will you do something to help me?"
"Of course, I will, ma'am. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."
"Why are you smiling at me in that way?"
"Me smiling, ma'am? Was I? Oh, nothing."
"I insist upon your telling me. Ah, you know what has taken place."
"Well, well, ma'am, please don't be angry with me for it. You did givethe bell such a peal last night, you quite startled me."
"Then you do know everything?"
"Well, yes, ma'am; you see, I couldn't help it. Me and poor Beckyalways knew that you were to be the new missis here from the day youcame."
"No, it is impossible. I must go away from here at once."
"Lor', my dear, don't you take it like that! Why, what is there tomind? Master is one of the dearest and best of men; and think what achance it is for you, and what a home."
"Oh, silence; don't talk like that! I tell you it is impossible."
"Ah, that's because you're thinking about Master being a bit older thanyou are. But what of that? My poor dear man was twice as old as me,and he never had but one fault--he would die too soon."
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sp; "I tell you it is impossible, my good woman," cried Kate, imperiously."I have been entrapped and deceived, and I call upon you, as a woman, tohelp me."
"Yes, ma'am, of course I'll help you."
"Ah! then wait here while I write a few lines to one of my father's oldfriends."
"A letter? Yes, ma'am; but if you please, Master said that all letterswere to be taken to him."
"As they were before?" said Kate, with a light flashing in upon herclouded brain.
"Yes, ma'am; he said so a week or two before you came."
"Planned, planned, planned!" muttered Kate, despairingly.
"Yes, ma'am, and of course I must take them to him. You see, he is mymaster, and I will say this of him--a better and kinder master neverlived. Oh, my dear, don't be so young and foolish. You couldn't dobetter than what he wishes, and make him happy, and yourself, too."
"Will you help me, woman, to get away from here? I will pay you enoughto make you rich if you will," said Kate, desperately.
"I will do anything I can for you, ma'am, that isn't going againstMaster; of that you may be sure."
"Then will you post a couple of letters for me?" cried Kate,desperately.
"No, ma'am, please, I mustn't do that."
"Go away," cried Kate, fiercely now. "Leave me to myself."
"Oh, my dear, don't, pray, go on like that I know you're young, and theidea frightens you; but it isn't such a very dreadful thing to bemarried to a real good man."
Kate darted to the door, flung it open, and stood with flashing eyes,pointing outward.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, of course I'll go; but do, pray, take my advice. Yousee, you're bound to marry him now, and--"
The door was closed upon her, and Kate began to pace up and down, likesome timid creature freshly awakened to the fact of its being caged, andgrown desperate at the thought.
"Helpless, and a prisoner!" she groaned to herself. "What shall I do?Is there no way of escape?" And once more the thought of Jenny Leighand her brother came to her mind, and the feeling grew stronger that shemight find help there.
But it seemed impossible unless she could write and stamp a letter andthrow it from the window, trusting to some one to pick it up and postit.
No; the idea seemed weak and vain, and she cast it from her, as shepaced up and down, with her hands clasped and pressed to her throbbingbreast.
"There is no help--no help!" she moaned, and then uttered a faint cry ofalarm, for the door behind her was softly opened, and the idea that itwas Garstang flashed through her brain as she looked wildly round.
Becky's white tied-up face was just thrust in, and the door held tightlyto, as if about to act as a perpendicular guillotine and shave throughher neck.
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