The Giant's Robe Part 31
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Harold found her answer on returning late that night to his room, and saw nothing in it to justify any alarm. 'It's not precisely gus.h.i.+ng,'
he said to himself, 'but she couldn't very well say more just yet. I think I am pretty safe.' So the next morning he stepped from his hansom to the Langtons' door, leisurely and coolly enough. Perhaps his heart was beating a little faster, but only with excitement and antic.i.p.ation of victory, for after Mabel's note he could feel no serious doubts.
He was shown into the little boudoir looking out on the square, but she was not there to receive him--she even allowed him to wait a few minutes, which amused him. 'How like a woman!' he thought. 'She can't resist keeping me on the tenterhooks a little, even now.' There was a light step outside, she had come at last, and he started to his feet as the door opened. 'Mabel!' he cried--he had meant to add 'my darling'--but something in her face warned him not to appear too sure of her yet.
She was standing at some distance from him, with one hand lightly resting on a little table; her face was paler than usual, she seemed rather to avoid looking at him, while she did not offer to take his outstretched hand. Still he was not precisely alarmed by all this.
Whatever she felt, she was not the girl to throw herself at any fellow's head; she was proud and he must be humble--for the present.
'You had something to say to me--Harold?' With what a pretty shy hesitation she spoke his name now, he thought, with none of the sisterly frankness he had found so tantalising; and how delicious she was as she stood there in her fresh white morning dress. There was a delightful piquancy in this a.s.sumed coldness of hers--a woman's dainty device to delay and heighten the moment of surrender! He longed to sweep away all her pretty defences, to take her to his arms and make her own that she was his for ever. But somehow he felt a little afraid of her; he must proceed with caution. 'Yes,' he said, 'there is something I must say to you--you will give me a hearing, Mabel, won't you?'
'I told you I would hear you. I hope you will say something to make me think of you differently.'
He did not understand this exactly, but it did not sound precisely encouraging.
'I hoped you didn't think me a very bad sort of fellow,' he said. And then, as she made no answer, he plunged at once into his declaration.
He was a cold lover on the stage, but practice had at least given him fluency, and now he was very much in earnest--he had never known till then all that she was to him: there was real pa.s.sion in his voice, and a restrained power which might have moved her once.
But Mabel heard him to the end only because she felt unable to stop him without losing control over herself. She felt the influence of his will, but it made her the more thankful that she had so powerful a safeguard against it.
He finished and she still made no response, and he began to feel decidedly awkward; but when at last she turned her face to him, although her eyes were bright, it was not with the pa.s.sion he had hoped to read there.
'And it really was that, after all!' she said bitterly. 'Do you know, I expected something very different.'
'I said what I feel. I might have said it better perhaps,' he retorted, 'but at least tell me what you expected me to say, and I will say that.'
'Yes, I will tell you. I expected an explanation.'
'An explanation!' he repeated blankly; 'of what?'
'Is there nothing you can remember which might call for some excuse if you found I had heard of it? I will give you every chance, Harold.
Think--is there nothing?'
Caffyn had forgotten the stamp episode as soon as possible, as a disagreeable expedient to which he had been obliged to resort, and which had served its end, and so he honestly misunderstood this question.
'Upon my soul, no,' he said earnestly. 'I don't pretend to have been any better than my neighbours, but since I began to think of you, I never cared about any other woman. If you've been told any silly gossip----'
Mabel laughed, but not merrily. 'Oh, it is not _that_--really it did not occur to me to be jealous at any time--especially now. Harold, Dolly has told me everything about that letter,' she added, as he still looked doubtful.
He understood now at all events, and took a step back as if to avoid a blow. _Everything!_ his brain seemed dulled for an instant by those words; he thought that he had said enough to prevent the child from breathing a syllable about that unlucky letter, and now Mabel knew 'everything!'
But he recovered his power of thought almost directly, feeling that this was no time to lose his head. 'I suppose I'm expected to show some emotion,' he said lightly; 'it's evidently something quite too terrible. But I'm afraid _I_ want an explanation this time.'
'I think not, but you shall have it. I know that you came in and found that poor child tearing off the stamp from some old envelope of mine, and had the wickedness to tell her she had been stealing. Do you deny it?'
'Some old envelope!' The worst of Caffyn's fear vanished when he heard that. She did not know that it contained an unread letter then; she did not guess--how could she, when Dolly herself did not know it--where the letter had come from. He might appease her yet!
Caffyn's first inference, it may be said, was correct; in Dolly's mind her guilt had consisted in stealing a marked stamp, and her hurried and confused confession had, quite innocently and unconsciously, left Mabel ignorant of the real extent and importance of what seemed to her a quite imaginary offence.
'Deny it!' he said, 'of course not; I remember joking her a little over something of the sort. Is _that_ all this tremendous indignation is about--a joke?'
'A joke!' she said indignantly; 'you will not make anyone but yourself merry over jokes like that. You set to work deliberately to frighten her; you did it so thoroughly that she has been wretched for days and days, ill and miserable with the dread of being sent to prison. You _did_ threaten her with a prison, Harold; you told her she must even be afraid of her own father--of all of us.... Who can tell what she has been suffering, all alone, my poor little Dolly! And you dare to call that a joke!'
'I never thought she would take it all so literally,' he said.
'Oh, you are not stupid, Harold; only a cruel fool could have thought he was doing no harm. And you have seen her since again and again; you must have noticed how changed she was, and yet you had no pity on her!
Can't you really see what a thing you have been doing? Do you often amuse yourself in that way, and with children?'
'Hang it, Mabel,' said Caffyn uneasily, 'you're very hard on me!'
'Why were you hard on my darling Dolly?' Mabel demanded. 'What had she done to you--how could you find pleasure in torturing her? Do you hate children--or only Dolly?'
He made a little gesture of impatient helplessness. 'Oh, if you mean to go on asking questions like that--' he said, 'of course I don't hate your poor little sister. I tell you I'm sorry she took it seriously--very sorry. And--and, if there's anything I can do to make it up to her somehow; any--any amends, you know----'
The hards.h.i.+p, as he felt at the time, of his peculiar position was that it obliged him to offer such a lame excuse for his treatment of Dolly. Without the motive he had had for his conduct, it must seem dictated by some morbid impulse of cruelty--whereas, of course, he had acted quite dispa.s.sionately, under the pressure of a necessity--which, however, it was impossible to explain to Mabel.
'I suppose "amends" mean caramels or chocolates,' said Mabel; 'chocolates to compensate for making a child shrink for days from those who loved her! She was fretting herself ill, and we could do nothing for her: a very little more and it might have killed her.
Perhaps your sense of humour would have been satisfied by that? If it had not been for a friend--almost a stranger--who was able to see what we were all blind to, that a coward had been practising on her fears, we might never have guessed the truth till--till it was too late!'
'I see now,' he said; 'I thought there must be someone at the bottom of this; someone who, for purposes of his own, has contrived to put things in the worst light for me. If you can condescend to listen to slanderers, Mabel, I shall certainly not condescend to defend myself.'
'Oh, I will tell you his name,' she said, 'and then even you will have to own that he had no motive for doing what he did but natural goodness and kindness. I doubt even if he has ever met you in his life; the man who rescued our Dolly from what you had made her is Mr.
Mark Ashburn, the author of 'Illusion' (her expression softened slightly, from the grat.i.tude she felt, as she spoke his name, and Caffyn noted it). 'If you think he would stoop to slander _you_---- But what is the use of talking like that? You have owned it all. No slander could make it any worse than it is!'
'If you think as badly of me as that,' said Caffyn, who had grown deadly pale, 'we can meet no more, even as acquaintances.'
'That would be my own wish,' she replied.
'Do you mean,' he asked huskily, 'that--that everything is to be over between us? Has it really come to that, Mabel?'
'I did not know that there ever was anything between us, as you call it,' she said. 'But of course, after this, friends.h.i.+p is impossible.
We cannot help meeting. I shall not even tell my mother of this, for Dolly's sake, and so this house will still be open to you. But if you force me to protect Dolly or myself, you will come here no more.'
Her scornful indifference only filled him with a more furious desire to triumph over it; he had felt so secure of her that morning, and now she had placed this immeasurable distance between them. He had never felt the full power of her beauty till then, as she stood there with that haughty pose of the head and the calm contempt in her eyes; he had seen her in most moods--playfully perverse, coldly civil, and unaffectedly gracious and gentle--and in none of them had she made his heart ache with the mad pa.s.sion that mastered him now.
'It shall not end like this!' he said violently; 'I won't let you make a mountain of a molehill in this way, Mabel, because it suits you to do so. You have no right to judge me by what a child chooses to imagine I said!'
'I judge you by the effects of what you did say. I can remember very well that you had a cruel tongue as a boy--you are quite able to torture a child with it still.'
'It is your tongue that is cruel!' he retorted; 'but you shall be just to me. I love you, Mabel--whether you like it or not--you shall not throw me off like this. Do you hear? You liked me well enough before all this! I will force you to think better of me; you shall own it one day. No, I'm mad to talk like this--I only ask you to forgive me--to let me hope still!'
He came forward as he spoke and tried to take her hands, but she put them quickly behind her. 'Don't dare to come nearer!' she said; 'I thought I had made you feel something of what I think of you. What can I say more? Hope! do you think I could ever trust a man capable of such deliberate wickedness as you have shown by that single action?--a kind of malice that I hardly think can be human. No, you had better not hope for that. As for forgiving you, I can't even do that now; some day, perhaps, when Dolly has quite forgotten, I may be able to forget too, but not till then. Have I made you understand yet? Is that enough?'
Caffyn was still standing where she had checked his advance; his face was very grey and drawn, and his eyes were fixed on the Eastern rug at his feet. He gave a short savage laugh. 'Well, yes,' he said, 'I think perhaps I _have_ had enough at last. You have been kind enough to put your remarks very plainly. I hope, for your own sake, I may never have a chance of making you any return for all this.'
'I hope so too,' she said; 'I think you would use it.'
'Thanks for your good opinion,' he said, as he went to the door. 'I shall do my best, if the time comes, to deserve it.'
She had never faltered during the whole of this interview. A righteous anger had given her courage to declare all the scorn and indignation she felt. But now, as the front door closed upon him, the strength that had sustained her so long gave way all at once; she sank trembling into one of the low cus.h.i.+oned chairs, and presently the reaction completed itself in tears, which she had not quite repressed when Dolly came in to look for her.
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