"I was afraid that you would not come, Miss Bedford," said Max
respectfully. "You look pale and ill."
Ella could not answer, when, seeing her agitation, her companion forbore
to speak, but kept on consulting his watch. Now he pulled down the
front window to tell the driver to hasten; now he drew it up again, but
only five minutes after, to tell the man to slacken his pace, till,
apparently annoyed at the interruptions, the driver settled down into a
quiet regular trot, out of which neither the threats nor exhortations of
his fare could move him.
In one of his movements, Max dropped a note from his breast-pocket, as
he knocked down Ella's reticule, which flew open; but gathering up the
escaped contents, he replaced them for her, and with them his own
letter, when closing the snap, he handed the reticule back to her,
saying, "There is nothing lost, Miss Bedford."
He was quite right; but for Ella there was much gained.
"We shall lose the train!" now exclaimed Max excitedly. "Bai Jove, we
shall! and when one had got so near too!"
Then he once more shouted at the driver to hasten; but in vain. At
last, though, as they reached Paddington, Max referred again to his
watch, his face flushing the while with excitement, as he exclaimed, "We
shall be just right, after all!"
Then, in what seemed a dream of excited haste, Ella felt herself dragged
from the cab--there was the loud ringing of a bell; the rattling of
money; Max's voice adjuring the porter to hasten with their little
luggage; and then, profoundly ignorant that Charley Vining was within a
few yards, Ella felt herself half lifted into a first-class carriage,
where she sank back amongst the cushions as the door banged; and, as if
to increase her giddiness, the train glided past walls, empty carriages,
signal-posts, engine-houses, and then over a maze of switches and
points--farther and farther each moment, off and away with a wild scream
down the main line.
"Hard fought for, but gained!" muttered Max Bray, as he stooped down to
conceal the look of triumph which overspread his countenance; and in
that attitude he remained for fully half an hour, when, carefully
arranging rug and wrapper for his companion's comfort, he once more
leaned back, drew forth a paper, and answering one or two attempts made
by fellow-passengers to commence conversation with a bow of the head, he
appeared to read.
And for Ella?
Giddiness and excitement, the rattle of the train, the flashing of the
lights of stations they dashed by as night came on, and then a stoppage,
and a voice called out, "Reading!" Then on again, giddiness and
excitement and the rattle of the train seeming to form itself into one
deep voice, the burden of whose song was always telling her to hasten
onward, till in the dim light of the ill-lit carriage, she felt ready at
times to start forward and ask if any one had called. Then it seemed in
the darkness as if the train was rapidly going back, at a time when she
was hungering to get to her journey's end.
Max sat back, silent and thoughtful, opposite to her, apparently without
taking the slightest heed; but once or twice it seemed to her that she
caught sight of a flashing eye.
There were two more passengers in the same compartment; but after the
first attempt at conversation, they subsided into their corners, and not
a word was spoken.
Another slackening of the swift express, after thundering along for
another many miles' run, and still Ella feared no evil; but as Max
roused himself and threw aside wrappers, she evinced her readiness to
follow him.
"Swindon!" he said. "Just upon seven. We had better have a little
refreshment here, for it is one of the best places we shall pass till we
get to Exeter at 10:20. Take my arm, Miss Bedford?"
"Thank you," said Ella; "but I cannot--I would rather not have any
refreshment."
"It is absolutely necessary," he said firmly. "You have a very long
journey before you, and unless you prepare for it, you will be totally
unfit to get through it all. Let me draw this closer round your
throat."
Quiet gentlemanly attentions, kind consideration, great respect. Was
this the Max Bray of old? Ella was ready to ask herself, as she
suffered him to draw her cloak more tightly round her; and then, taking
advantage of the ten minutes' law allowed, he pressed upon her
refreshments, every mouthful of which was as gall and ashes between her
lips.
More giddiness and excitement, the clanging of a bell, and they were
once more in their places. There was the guard's shrill whistle, the
engine's shriek, and then again the rattle of the train forcing itself
into adjuring words, bidding her "hasten on--hasten on!" or she would be
too late; and then out once more in the darkness, rushing on with a wild
thundering speed, away dashed the train, whirling up dust, dead leaf, or
scrap of straw, and casting each fragment away, as the very earth
quivered beneath the weight of the huge load. And still again came that
strange sense of the engine now standing still, now reversing its
action, so that they were hurrying once more back towards town.
"Hasten on--hasten on! Too late--too late!" The words kept repeating
themselves to her excited imagination; and to relieve herself from the
apprehensive feelings engendered, she tried to gaze out of the window;
but all was darkness. She glanced round the compartment. The two
passengers were evidently asleep, and for the first time now since they
had started, a shiver of dread came over her, as her eyes rested for a
moment on Max, who, leaning back, silent and reserved, was evidently
watching her every movement.
But she drove away the fancy that troubled her, and sat trying to
picture the scene she would soon be called upon to witness, and a sigh
of misery and despair tore from her breast.
And still on and on, hour after hour, till, well on their journey,
Exeter was reached. A five minutes' stay made, and then they glided out
of the great station, and into the darkness once more. Half-past ten
now, and nearly two more hours to travel before Plymouth would be
reached--the extent of their journey for that night.
There were three other passengers in the train this time; but a movement
upon the part of Max Bray now troubled her. It was a mere trifle, but
the slightest act was likely to arouse her distrust; and, as he changed
his seat from opposite to her side, she involuntarily shrank away, when
he immediately returned, folded his arms, and sat watching her.
And now more than ever came upon her the thoughts of the extent of the
step she had taken, oppressing her terribly, till, as if seeking relief,
she began to repeat the words of the letter placed in her hands that
day.
Volume 3, Chapter XVII.