A Terrible Secret Part 43
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Lady Helena usually kept early hours, as befitted her years and infirmities. What did she mean by "burning the midnight oil" to-night.
Was that black lady from London with her still? and in what way was she mixed up with his aunt? What would they tell him to-morrow? What secret did his aunt hold? They could tell him nothing that could in the slightest influence his marriage with Edith, that he knew; but still he wondered a little what it all could be. At one the lights were still burning. He was surprised, but he would wait no longer. He waved his hand towards Miss Darrell's room, this very far gone young man. "Good-night, my love, my own," he murmured Byronically, and went to bed to sleep and dream of her. And no warning voice came in those dreams to tell Sir Victor Catheron it was the last perfectly happy night he would ever know.
CHAPTER XIV.
TO-MORROW.
To-morrow came, gray and overcast. The fine weather which had lasted almost since their leaving New York showed signs of breaking up. Miss Stuart's ankle was so much better that she was able to limp downstairs at eleven, A. M., to breakfast, and resume her flirtation with Captain Hammond where it had broken off last night. Miss Darrell had a headache and did not appear. And, in the absence of his idol and day star, Sir Victor collapsed and ate his morning meal in silence and sadness.
Breakfast over, he walked to one of the windows, looking out at the rain, which was beginning to drift against the gla.s.s, and wondering, drearily, how he was to drag through the long hours without Edith. He might go and play billiards with the other fellows; but no, he was too restless even for that. What was he to do to kill time? It was a relief when a servant came with a message from his aunt.
"My lady's compliments, Sir Victor, and will you please step upstairs at once."
"Now for the grand secret," he thought; "the skeleton in the family closet--the discovery of the mysterious woman in black."
The woman in black was nowhere visible when he entered his aunt's apartments. Lady Helena sat alone, her face pale, her eyes heavy and red as though with weeping, but all the anger, all the excitement of yesterday gone.
"My dear aunt," the young man said, really concerned, "I am sorry to see you looking so ill. And--surely you have not been crying?"
"Sit down," his aunt replied. "Yes, I have been crying. I have had good reason to cry for many years past. I have sent for you, Victor, to tell you all--at least all it is advisable to tell you at present.
And, before I begin, let me apologize if anything I may have said yesterday on the subject of your engagement has wounded you."
"Dear Lady Helena, between you and me there can be no talk of pardon.
It was your right to object if you saw cause, and no doubt it is natural that Edith's want of birth and fortune would weigh with you.
But they do not weigh with me, and I know the happiness of my life to be very near your heart. I have only to say again that that happiness lies entirely with her--that without her I should be the most miserable fellow alive--to hear you withdraw every objection and take my darling to your arms as your daughter."
She sighed heavily as she listened.
"A wilful man must have his way. You are, as you told me yesterday, your own master, free to do as you please. To Miss Darrell personally I have no objection; she is beautiful, well-bred, and, I believe, a n.o.ble girl. Her poverty and obscure birth _are_ drawbacks in my eyes, but, since they are not so in yours, I will allude to them no more.
The objections I made yesterday to your marriage I would have made had your bride been a duke's daughter. I had hoped--it was an absurd hope--that you would not think of marriage for many years to come, perhaps not at all."
"But, Aunt Helena--"
"Do I not say it was an absurd hope? The fact is, Victor, I have been a coward--a nervous, wretched coward from first to last. I shut my eyes to the truth. I feared you might fall in love with this girl, but I put the fear away from me. The time has come when the truth must be spoken, when my love for you can s.h.i.+eld you no longer. Before you marry you must know all. Do you remember, in the heat of my excitement yesterday, telling you you had no right to the t.i.tle you bear? In one sense I spoke the truth. Your father--" she gasped and paused.
"My father?" he breathlessly repeated.
"Your father is alive."
He sat and looked at her--stunned. What was she saying? His father alive, after all those years! and he not Sir Victor Catheron! He half rose--ashen pale.
"Lady Helena, what is this? My father alive--my father, whom for twenty years--since I could think at all--I have thought dead! What vile deception is here?"
"Sit down, Victor; you shall hear all. There is no vile deception--the deception, such as it is, has been by his own desire. Your father lives, but he is hopelessly insane."
He sat looking at her, pale, stern, almost confounded.
"He--he never recovered from the, shock of his wife's dreadful death,"
went on her ladys.h.i.+p, her voice trembling. "Health returned after that terrible brain fever, but not reason. We took him away--the best medical aid everywhere was tried--all in vain. For years he was hopelessly, utterly insane, never violent, but mind and memory a total blank. He was incurable--he would never reclaim his t.i.tle, but his bodily health was good, and he might live for many years. Why then deprive you of your rights, since in no way you defrauded him? The world was given to understand he was dead, and you, as you grew up, took his place as though the grave had indeed closed over him. But legally, as you see for yourself, you have no claim to it."
Still he sat gazing at her--still he sat silent, his lips compressed, waiting for the end.
"Of late years, gleams of reason have returned, fitfully and at uncertain times. On these rare occasions he has spoken of you, has expressed the desire that you should still be kept in ignorance, that he shall ever be to the world dead. You perceive, therefore, though it is my duty to tell you this, it need in no way alarm you, as he will never interfere with your claims."
Still he sat silent--a strange, intent listening expression on his face.
"You recollect the lady who came here yesterday," she continued.
"Victor, looking far back into the past, have you no recollection of some one, fair and young, who used to bend over you at night, hear you say your baby prayers, and sing you to sleep? Try and think."
He bent his head in a.s.sent.
"I remember," he answered.
"Do you recall how she looked--has her face remained in your memory?"
"She had dark eyes and hair, and was handsome. I remember no more."
She looked at him wistfully.
"Victor, have you no idea who that woman was--none?"
"None," he replied coldly. "How could I, since she was not my mother.
I never heard her name. Who was she?"
"She was the lady you saw yesterday."
"Who was the lady I saw yesterday?"
She paused a moment, then replied, still with that wistful glance on his face:
"Inez Catheron."
"What?" Again he half-started to his feet. "The woman who was my mother's rival and enemy, who made her life wretched, who was concerned in her murder! Whom _you_ aided to escape from Chesholm jail! The woman who, directly or indirectly, is guilty of her death!"
"Sir Victor Catheron, how dare you!" Lady Helen also started to her feet, her face flus.h.i.+ng with haughty anger. "I tell you Inez Catheron has been a martyr--not a murderess. She was your mother's rival, as she had a right to be--was she not your father's plighted wife, long before he ever saw Ethel Dobb? She was your mother's rival. It was her only fault, and her whole life has been spent in expiating it. Was it not atonement sufficient, that for the crime of another, she should be branded with life-long infamy, and banished forever from home and friends?"
"If the guilt was not hers it was her brother's, and she was privy to it," the young man retorted, with sullen coldness.
"Who are you, that you should say whether it was or not? The a.s.sa.s.sin is known to Heaven, and Heaven has dealt with him. Accuse no one--neither Juan Catheron nor his sister--all human judgment is liable to err. Of your mother's death Inez Catheron is innocent--by it her whole life has been blighted. To your father, that life has been consecrated. She has been his nurse, his companion, his more than sister or mother all those years. _I_ loved him, and I could not have done what she has done. He used her brutally--brutally I say--and her revenge has been life-long devotion and sacrifice. All those years she has never left him. She will never leave him until he dies."
She sank back in her seat, trembling, exhausted. He listened in growing wonder.
"You believe me?" she demanded imperiously.
"I believe you," he replied sadly. "My dear aunt, forgive me. I believe all you have said. Can I not see her and thank her too?"
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