Blind Policy Part 40

He saw the movement and s.n.a.t.c.hed them to his breast.

"It is not true," he cried proudly. "Some false sentiment makes you say this. I will not believe it of the woman I love."

She did not resist until he tried to take her to his heart. Then she shrank away.

"No," she said. "You must not touch me like that. Once more, believe me, all this must end. You must think of me no more--you must go at once, and we must never meet again."

"You have told me that before," he said, "but I am not a free agent. I was obliged to come. I have been here these three days past, watching for an opportunity to speak to you; and when I do you once more cast me off--you drive me away. Well, I have borne it so long; I can go on bearing it till you relent, or--I die," he added softly.

She looked at him wildly for a moment, and his hopes rose, for the relenting seemed close at hand, but she was stern and cold again directly.

"And your betrothed wife," she said. "What of her?"

He was silent for a few moments, and then he made a deprecating sign with his hands.

"What do you know of her?" he said.

"Everything," she replied. "How basely and cruelly you have behaved to her. Is this your honour as a man?"

He heard a deep sigh.

"I have only one thing to say in my defence," he said slowly. "I believed that I loved her; but then I had not seen you. I was not under this spell."

"It is no spell," she said firmly. "Go to her, and forget me. I tell you that I am not worthy to be your wife, and that such a union is impossible for reasons which I dare not explain. You hear me?"

"Yes," he said sadly, "I hear you."

"Then good-bye for ever."

She turned from him, but a piteous moan escaped her lips, and the next moment he had clasped her to his heart.

"Marion, my own!" he whispered, as he pressed his lips to hers; "then you do love me!"

"Yes," she said, as she clung to him, and for a moment or two returned his embrace. "You know I love you and shall never love another, but go now, for Heaven's sake! I tell you it is impossible. Good-bye-- good-bye."

She tore herself from his grasp and fled through the wood, not daring to turn her head to see if he followed, lest in her woman's weakness she should give way and dare everything for his sake.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.

CAUGHT ONCE MORE.

Marion did not check her pace till, hot and breathless, she was forced to rest for a few minutes. Her brain was in a state of bewildering confusion, and had Chester been there then to plead his cause, her heart would have made but a poor defence. She would have been his, and his alone.

But in a few minutes she began to grow calmer; the dangers of such a course were more and more apparent, and at last, as she walked on towards The Towers, her thoughts of the future a.s.sumed their wonted current, and she began to plan.

She was not long in deciding what to do. Chester was evidently staying somewhere near at hand; he would grow more and more persistent, and she could see nothing in the future but his presence being discovered by James Clareborough or his brother, and then some terrible mischief would arise, and fresh misery ensue.

There seemed to be but one course open, and that was to escape from Chester's pursuit and to this end she went quietly into her own room to try and grow more composed, joined the others at lunch, and then in the most quiet, matter-of-fact way ordered the pony carriage to be round directly after for a drive.

"You will not go with me, I suppose, Di?" she said to James's wife.

"I? No, thank you, Marion. I am not well to-day," said the lady, flus.h.i.+ng.

"Will you come, Hester?" she continued.

"I can't; I am going over to the Ellistons' to tennis," was the reply.

"Then I'll have my little drive alone," said Marion, smiling; and shortly afterwards she stepped into the phaeton, the boy groom sprang up behind, and the spirited little ponies started off along the park drive at a rapid pace.

"How nice Marion always looks," said Mrs Dennis, "and how well she drives."

"Yes," said her sister-in-law, bitterly; "everyone admires her. It is always Marion, Marion! Why did he not marry her? He would if I died.

How long does it take, Hester, to break a woman's heart?"

"Oh, hush, hush, dear!" whispered her sister-in-law, soothingly. "I know how sad it is, but you ought not to be so cold to poor Marion. I honestly believe that she absolutely hates James."

"Hates? when she does all that she can to lure him on?"

"That is not true, dear," said Mrs Dennis, gravely. "I know Marion better than you do, because you have always shut your heart against her."

"Well, can you wonder?"

"Yes and no. It is a terrible position, and I pity you, dear; but believe me, James's advances fill Marion with disgust and shame, and some day you will find this out."

"I'd give the world to believe it," sobbed the wretched woman, "but I cannot, and I am certain that she has gone to keep some appointment with him now."

"You are unjust, Di dear," said Mrs Dennis, kissing her lovingly.

"I am a miserable, unhappy woman, ill-treated and scorned by the man who swore to love me. What else can you expect? Why did I ever enter this wretched family?"

"Dazzled as I was by the wealth and show, I suppose," said Mrs Dennis, coldly. "But we are their wives, and must bear our lot."

"It is easy for you, Hester," said Mrs James, clinging to her sister-in-law now. "Paddy is always manly and kind. He is never like James."

"No," said the lady addressed. "I could not--No, no, don't let's talk about that. There, there, dear; believe me, it would be best to try and wean him from her. Some day there may be a great change. I believe that sooner or later Rob and Marion will break away."

"Or James and Marion," said her sister-in-law, bitterly.

"No, no. Try and be just, dear, and do all you can to win Jem from his wretched madness. We want no more terrible quarrels. Next time someone else might suffer from a pistol shot, and then--"

"You mean James," cried his wife, with a spasmodic movement of her hand to her breast.

"Yes," said Mrs Dennis, "I mean James. Rob would certainly resent it fiercely."

The unhappy wife turned pale, and s.h.i.+vered as she walked away.

Meanwhile, in accordance with her plans, Marion drove by a cross road to the pleasant little Kentish town half a dozen miles away, pulled up at the station, and on alighting handed the reins to the young groom, told him to wait for an hour, and if she were not back by the next train to drive home.