Banked Fires Part 50
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At the Club, the sahibs and memsahibs played tennis and bridge and enjoyed their cold drinks as usual, just as though there were no sanguinary battles raging afar, such as the world had never known in all its history.
Once, during the month of August, a strange _babu_ had appeared in the bazaar, and, perching himself upon a cask, had talked sedition for about an hour to apathetic ears. Muktiarbad, being mainly Mohammedan, did not like gentlemen of the Brahmin persuasion; so he had departed much disheartened. Shortly after, another agitator--a Mohammedan this time--had endeavoured to incite the peace-loving population to revolt by preaching religious antagonism towards Christians.
But Muktiarbad was not to be roused. "Live and let live" was the prevailing sentiment among its people. Besides, what was the use of rebelling, since it would be futile against such a mighty race as the British, who were also good rulers, taking no advantage to themselves from their might, and giving each man according to his due? The needs of the village folk were mainly personal, and so long as these were supplied, what cared they if the rulers of the land were Christians.
They never interfered with the Moslem religion; why should Moslems interfere with theirs? And so this man also departed discouraged.
At Panipara, interest centred chiefly on the fact that the Government had decided that the _jhil_ should be drained. The Great War was a secondary matter. Wells were already in process of construction and, at the end of the rains, before the water of the wide mora.s.s could be poisoned with germs, usually bred in the drought of winter and spring, the drainage was to be taken in hand and the health of the District safeguarded forever. All this interference and annoyance had sprung from the doctor Sahib, who was thereby the most unpopular sahib that had ever been put in charge of the sanitation of a District. He was cursed by the ignorant in the Muktiarbad bazaar and at Panipara village itself, but so far his person had been respected, as it was known by some occult means that he secretly carried firearms wherever he went.
In July, Honor had returned with her mother from Mussoorie in the Himalayas, physically and mentally stronger for her prolonged absence.
Captain Dalton and she had corresponded as friends, all expressions of personal feeling being rigorously excluded from the closely written pages. Both had bravely "played the game," the faithfulness and regularity of the letters, alone testifying to their unchanged devotion.
When they met again, Honor having braced herself to the ordeal, had sustained it courageously, no one guessing how much it had cost her to smile and shake hands with the doctor as naturally as she had done, the moment before, with Tommy; for the meeting had taken place, unexpectedly, at the Club.
Captain Dalton retired to his bungalow shortly afterwards, and the tension had lifted. He had gone, Honor knew, instinctively, because he could not bear to stand by, listening indifferently to the general conversation when his heart was filled with longing to speak to her alone. She had experienced the same inward impatience, but had learned a greater self-control.
By and by, their meetings became frequent; but the self-imposed restraint, mutually practised, had a wearing effect on the nerves of both.
And all the while, gossip in connection with Ray Meredith filtered through from various sources, and caused no little comment among his friends.
At last a letter to Mrs. Bright from Mrs. Ironsides, who was spending a month at the Sanitorium, placed it beyond doubt that Ray Meredith was very securely in the toils of his former nurse who was in the same hotel, in charge of a child suffering from jaundice.
"She has been in Darjeeling, with one pretext and another, I am told, ever since Mr. Meredith recovered," the lady wrote, "and people are beginning to look askance at her for the flagrant manner in which she flaunts her ascendancy over him. It is a thousand pities his wife is not with him, for he is at the woman's heels morning, noon, and night.
Rumour says their rooms adjoin! I should feel inclined to blame him soundly were it not for the fact that he looks very delicate since his illness, and that people recovering from sunstroke are not altogether themselves. Possibly he is merely drifting for want of someone sufficiently interested in him to save him! Whatever it is, this Mrs.
Dalton must be an abandoned creature, for she is indifferent to the fact that she is creating a disgusting scandal. When you think of how devoted that man was to his pretty little wife, you feel inclined, to believe anything of men! But, as I say, he cannot be himself. Let us hope it is only due to the sunstroke, and that his wife will come out soon and look after him."
Honor took this news to heart and wrote the appeal to Joyce of which the reader is already aware: she also gradually brought her mind to the point of speaking frankly to Captain Dalton on the subject.
Since her return from the hills, two weeks before, she had not met him alone, so that when she asked him, in a little note to see her at the Club next morning on a matter of some anxiety, he was naturally full of wonderment as he drove to keep the appointment.
The marker, alone, was in possession of the Club and in his office, when Dalton arrived, so that the meeting was undisturbed.
"You are surprised that I should have sent for you?" Honor said, as she stepped off her bicycle, having greeted him with a friendly nod. Had she given him her hand he would have noticed that it was trembling.
"Pleased, as well as surprised," said he, feasting his soul on the wholesome, girlish face with its frank, trustworthy eyes. "Has anything happened?" He was longing to hear that her request was prompted only by her great desire to have speech with him alone; but even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew that Honor would never have made an a.s.signation with him for any personal reason. Not with those truthful eyes!
"A great deal seems to be happening," she said as they walked into the building side by side, and found themselves seats in the verandah.
Dalton had hoped she would have led him to one of the public rooms where, at least, they would have been safe from the curious eyes of pa.s.sing natives; but that she did not, was consistent with her character, for she was as open as the day.
Seated beside him, she told him of Mrs. Ironside's letter and of her own, unhappy fears for Joyce, and her future relations with her husband.
"She should not have gone home so soon after her marriage," said Dalton.
"I guessed how it would be when the nurse took on the job, for Meredith is a very charming fellow, and she is a woman without a conscience."
"Brian, we must stop it!" It had been "Brian" and "Honey" in the letters.
"Not even an angel from heaven could, if Meredith is infatuated. I tell you, she is a clever fiend."
"It rests with you!" said Honor appealingly.
"With me?" surprised.
"Joyce and her husband love each other. I will not believe that he has ceased to care. Doesn't sunstroke somewhat dull memory?"
"For a time, yes,--possibly. Sometimes altogether. Meredith, however, is all right, or will be when he regains his normal vigour."
"I take it that he is not his normal self, and that when he is, he will be ashamed of the part he is now playing. Joyce's happiness is at stake.
She is a simple little thing and very fond of him. Their happiness must be saved--even at a sacrifice."
"Well?"
"Oh, Brian!--you will have to take your wife back!"
Dalton stared dumbly at her. That Honor should ask him to take back the woman who had wrecked his life and whom he despised as the commonest prost.i.tute in the land!----
"_You_ ask me that?" he breathed.
Honor bent her head. She could not but realise that the step she proposed was a terrible outrage.
"Why, Honey!" His voice was choked. "Have you any idea of what you are asking me to do?"
"It will be a great sacrifice--which--which I shall--share--" words failed her and she looked away with a pathetic trembling of her lip.
"_You_ would wish it?" in wounded tones.
"I would hate the thought of it!--yet, something must be done. She might find it more profitable to return to you and leave Mr. Meredith in peace."
A painful silence.
"Honey, if she lived with me I should surely murder her! Do you know how I detest the woman? Do you imagine I could take her back as a wife? I would rather be shot."
Honor buried her face in her hands. In her heart of hearts she was singing a paean of thanksgiving that he was still hers--only hers, though divided from her by an impa.s.sable gulf!
"You could bear to see me reconciled to her?"
No answer.
"Honey," he cried desperately. "I would do anything in the world for you!"
"But you cannot sacrifice yourself for a good woman's happiness?" she questioned, hardly knowing what she said.
"Why should I for Mrs. Meredith?"
"Because you once owed her a debt--she was very good to you after----"
"My G.o.d!--yes!"
"This will kill her. She will hear--there are so many who will be ready to give her chapter and verse of the scandal against her husband. But if this--nurse--were with you, it would, perhaps, all blow over."
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