The soft light of the moon attracted Kate to her bedroom window, where
she drew up the blind, and after standing gazing at the silvery orb for
some minutes, she unfastened and threw open the casement, drew a chair
forward, to sit there letting the soft air of the late autumn night give
its coolness to her aching brow.
For the silence and calm seemed to bring rest, and by degrees the dull
throbbing of her head grew less painful, the strange feeling of
confusion which had made thinking a terrible effort began to pass away,
and with her eyes fixed upon the skies she began to go over the events
of the day, and to try and map out for herself the most sensible course
to pursue. Go from Northwood she felt that she must, and at once;
though how to combat the will of her constituted guardian was not clear.
Garstang, in his encounter with Wilton, had put the case only too
plainly, and there was not the vestige of a doubt in her mind as to the
truth of his words. It had all been arranged in the family, and
whatever might have been her cousin's inclinations at first, he showed
only too plainly that he looked upon her as his future wife.
She shuddered at the thought; but the weak girl passed away again, and
her pale cheeks began to burn once more with indignant anger, and the
throbbing of her brow returned, so that she was glad to rest her head
upon her hand.
By degrees the suffering grew less poignant, and as the pain and mental
confusion once more died out she set herself to the task of coming to
some decision as to what she should do next day, proposing to herself
plan after plan, building up ideas which crumbled away before that one
thought: her uncle was her guardian and trustee, and his power over her
was complete.
What to do?--what to do? The ever recurring question, till she felt
giddy.
It seemed, knowing what he did, the height of cruelty for Garstang to
have gone and left her, but she was obliged to own that he could do
nothing more than upbraid his relatives for their duplicity.
But he had done much for her; he had thoroughly endorsed her own ideas
as to her position and her uncle's intentions; and at last, with the
tears suffusing her eyes, as she gazed at the moon rising slowly above
the trees, she sat motionless for a time, thinking of her happy life in
the past; and owning to herself that the advice given to her was right,
she softly closed the casement, drew down the blind, and determined to
follow out the counsel.
"Yes, I must sleep on it--if I can," she said softly. "Poor Liza is
right, and I am not quite alone--I am never alone, for in spirit those
who loved me so well must be with me still."
There were two candles burning on the dressing-table, but their light
troubled her aching eyes, and she slowly extinguished both, the soft
light which flooded the window being ample for her purpose.
Crossing the room to the side furthest from the door, she bent down and
bathed her aching forehead for a few minutes before beginning to
undress, and was then about to loosen her hair when she was startled by
a faint tap outside the window which sounded as if something had struck
the sill.
She stopped, listening for a few minutes, but all was still, and coming
to the conclusion that the sound had been caused by a rat leaping down
somewhere behind the wainscot of the old room, she raised her hands to
her head once more, but only for them to become fixed as she stood there
paralysed by terror, for a shadow suddenly appeared at the bottom of the
blind--a dark shadow cast by the moon; and as she gazed at it in
speechless fear, it rose higher and higher, and looked monstrous in
size.
She made an effort to cast off the horrible nightmare-like sense of
terror, but as she realised that to reach the door she must pass the
window it grew stronger.
The bell!
That was by the bed's head, and for the time being she felt helpless, so
completely paralysed that she could not even cry for help.
What could it mean? Someone had placed a ladder against the window sill
and climbed up, and at the thought which now flashed through her brain
the helpless feeling passed away, and the hot indignation made her
strong, and gave her a courage which drove away her childish fear.
How dare he! It was Claud, and she knew what he would say--that he had
come there when all was still in the house and no one could know, to ask
her forgiveness for the scene that day.
Drawing herself up, she was walking swiftly towards the door, with the
intention of going at once to Liza's chamber, when there was a fresh
movement of the shadow on the blind, and the dread returned, and her
heart throbbed heavily.
Claud was a short-haired, smooth-faced boy--the shadow cast on the blind
was the silhouette of a broad-shouldered, bearded man.
It was plain enough now--burglars must be trying to effect an entry, and
in another moment she would have cried aloud for help, but just then
there was a light tap on one of the panes, the shadow grew smaller and
darker, as if the face had been pressed close to the window, and she
heard her name softly uttered twice.
"Kate! Kate!"
She mastered her fear once more, telling herself it must be Claud; and
she went slowly to the door; laid her hand upon the bolt to turn it, but
paused again, for once more came the low distinct voice--
"Kate! Kate!"
She uttered a spasmodic cry, turned sharply round, and half ran to the
window with every pulse throbbing with excitement, for she felt that the
help she had prayed for last night had come.