HER SUDDEN RESOLVE.
For some time after Mrs. Davenport left the drawing-room, young
Pringle stood motionless, with his hand resting on the back of a
chair. The scene had taken him completely by surprise. At the
beginning of it he had made up his mind, or rather his emotions had
so wrought upon him, he determined she had no reprehensible
connection with the event of the night before.
He had implored her to confide in him, and she had given him her
confidence up to a certain point. Then she not only refused to trust
him any more, but behaved in such an extraordinary way as to lay
herself open to the gravest suspicions. If she had at the end of
their interview fallen down in a faint, he could have formed an
opinion of the case--an opinion which would not have been very
favourable to her, but still something definite. But the manner of
her leaving the room seemed to throw a new light, or rather cast a
new kind of shadow on the case.
He had better go down at once and inform Mr. Paulton of what had
occurred.
He left the drawing-room and returned to the library. In as few words
as possible he told the owner of the house that he feared there was
no chance of avoiding the unpleasantness of an inquest. Mr. Paulton
then asked what the lady had said, but Pringle explained he could not
divulge it. He made no comment whatever.
The old man breathed heavily, and looked about helplessly when the
solicitor had finished.
The two young men returned his look, but there was no comforting
assurance in their gaze.
Alfred Paulton was now profoundly impressed with a sense of the
unpleasantness into which he had drawn the whole family.
"I am very sorry, sir," said he, addressing his father, "that I have
been the cause of all this worry. Of course I had not the least idea
last night that anything of this kind was likely to arise. If I had,
I should never have acted as I did."
"It is most unfortunate," said the father.
"Well," broke in Jerry O'Brien, "there's no use now in crying over
spilt milk. What we have to ask ourselves is: How can it be best
faced--eh, Pringle? Isn't that the practical question?"
"I think so," said the solicitor. "For my part I find myself in
rather an awkward position. Mrs. Davenport's interests and yours, Mr.
Paulton, can scarcely be said to be any longer identical. I cannot
advise both. Besides, Mr. Paulton, you have a solicitor of your own.
My position is uncomfortable--scarcely professional."
"My father's solicitor would be little or no use in this case, Mr.
Pringle," said Alfred. "That is the reason we came to you."
"Mr. Pringle," said the father, "pray do not throw us over. If you
do, I shall not know where to turn. Can you not show us any way out
of this unhappy situation?"
"Of course," said Pringle, "you must put up with the consequences of
facts up to this moment. What I suppose you to be asking me is--How
can further consequences be avoided, or can they be avoided at all?"
"Precisely," said Mr. Paulton. "Can they be avoided at all?--and if
so, how?"
"Well, as you offered the hospitality of your roof to Mrs. Davenport,
and she has accepted it, you can't say to her, or even show to her,
that you wish her to go----"
"Quite impossible," interrupted Alfred.
"But might I not say--that supposing she will see me again--a thing I
doubt very much--it would be most desirable for her to move into
town, so that she might be near me and I near her?"
"That would not be a bad plan," said Mr. Paulton, looking at his son
and O'Brien for confirmation. "What do you think, boys?"
"I don't see what better can be done," said O'Brien, answering for
the two.
He answered quickly, for he was half afraid that Alfred had not even
yet made up his mind as to the desirability of her leaving the house.
"The great difficulty is that time is short, and I don't think I
could intrude upon her again to-day. We had quite a scene upstairs.
Judging from the state of agitation in which she left me, I should
imagine she will not see any one on business during the remainder of
the day."
At that moment the door of the library opened and Mrs. Davenport
stepped into the room. She was in her walking dress.
All the men rose and stood looking at her silently. Mr. Paulton was
the first to recover his presence of mind, and offered her a chair.
She came over quietly to where he stood, bowing slightly as she
moved.
"I hope I do not disturb you, gentlemen," she said, in a gentle voice
and with a wan smile.
"Not in the least," said Mr. Paulton. "Will you not take a chair?"
"Thank you, no. I am going out."
"Going out! May not some one go for you--one of my daughters or one
of the servants?"
"You are very good; but I must go myself. I have just been explaining
to Mrs. Paulton. I have come, Mr. Paulton, to thank you for your
great kindness to me, a complete stranger. Believe me, I shall never
forget it--never as long as I live. If a friend in need is a friend
indeed, you have been a great friend; for I never wanted a friend
more than I did this morning. I have come to thank you and to say
good-bye."
"Good-bye!" he cried in astonishment. "Why should you leave us?"
His surprise was not feigned.
"Since you were kind enough to give me shelter, a serious difference
has arisen in my position. When I came into your house I believed
that there would be no unusual trouble about my poor husband's death.
Now I understand in that I was mistaken. It would be monstrous on my
part to involve you, Mr. Paulton, in any way in this unpleasantness,
and it will be best for me to be alone."
She spoke with perfect composure, and Pringle could scarcely believe
that this calm, collected woman, with the wan smile and resigned air,
was the one who, a little while ago, had spoken impassioned words of
despair.
Mr. Paulton was disturbed by this sudden and unexpected prospect of
deliverance. There could be no doubt of the woman's sincerity. Here
she was, without a suggestion from any one, offering to take the very
step he desired. It was necessary to say something, and kind-hearted
as he was, a polite lie was a sin utterly beneath him. He felt
extremely awkward.
"Since you consider it useful to your own interest that you should
go, I will say nothing against your leaving us."
"Allow me, Mrs. Davenport, to say that I think it will be better for
you to be in London than here. I can then see you at any moment
without delay," joined in Pringle.
When she heard his voice she turned to him. A shadow passed across
her face. When he ceased speaking, she merely bowed. Turning her
glance once more on Mr. Paulton, she went on:
"I have explained matters to Mrs. Paulton, and said good-bye to her.
Your daughters are out, but your wife has promised me to say good-bye
to them for me; and now there remains for me to say good-bye to only
you and your son."
She held out her hand.
The host suffered a revulsion of feeling now that he heard her say
good-bye, and saw her hold out her hand to him. It was hard to
picture this beautiful woman alone in London, with her new woe. As
long as she was an abstraction, as long as she was upstairs, and he
regarded her as simply the source of notoriety if not of scandal, it
was easy to wish her away at any inconvenience to herself or cost to
him. But here she was now anticipating his wishes, doing precisely as
he had most desired--about to launch herself alone on the vast ocean
of London without a friend, and that, too, at the very time when she
was most in need of friendly countenance and protection. It was too
bad--much too bad.
He took her Land, and said, with perfect sincerity now:
"I am really sorry to say good-bye to you--really sorry you must go.
I would like to be of any service to you I can. Will you, as a
favour, promise me, if I can in any way assist you, you will let me
know?"
"I will, indeed, Mr. Paulton. I am most grateful to you, and I am
sure you would do anything you could for me; but"--she paused and
sighed--"I am greatly afraid no one can do much to help me now. I
must make up my mind to bear what cannot be avoided--to bear it
bravely."
The tone in which these words were uttered and the smile which
accompanied them were worse than any tears.
"But," said Mr. Paulton, still keeping the hand she had given him,
"do you not think you had better wait a little, until evening, even
if no longer?"
"I am greatly obliged to you. But what is to be gained by delay?
Nothing."
"Well, but where do you propose going? What hotel do you intend
staying at?"
"I know one," she answered, wearily, as she withdrew her hand gently
from his. "It does not matter which or where."
"But you are not taking anything with you! You cannot go merely as
you are!"
"I fear I must. I cannot take anything out of that awful house--no,
never"--with a shudder. "All the things that are now there are like
my dead husband--dead to me for ever. I can get what I need in
London."
"At all events, you must not go alone. You must allow some one to
escort you. I am certain my son would be delighted to take you
wherever you may wish to go."
"It would give me great pleasure," said Alfred eagerly.
"You are both, I know, too good and kind to mistake for
ungraciousness the refusal which I must give to your offer. I have no
alternative but to go alone."
"Mrs. Davenport," said Pringle, "I am going to town at once. May I
hope you will allow me to see you as far as either Ludgate Hill or
Victoria? I am afraid that my want of caution when speaking to you a
few minutes ago upstairs may have betrayed me into saying or implying
more than I really should. We could talk a little more on the way
in."
"With your permission, I will go by myself. Farewell;" and, with a
bow that included all, she left the room.
They saw her walk through the little garden, open the gate, and reach
the road. Then they lost sight of her.
For a long while no one spoke. Mr. Paulton broke the silence. "I'm
very sorry." He did not say for what; he scarcely knew for what.
"She's a wonderful woman," said Jerry O'Brien. "I am not surprised at
her not speaking to me. She bowed to me as much as to say she knew
me. I often met her before, but never saw her in any humour like
this. Why, in the name of all that's mysterious, would she not allow
any one to go with her? It could not do her any harm for either you
or Pringle or Alfred to go with her."
"That struck me as most strange," said Mr. Paulton.
"We are all friends here," said Pringle. "It doesn't seem strange to
me. It seems foolish, though. If they want her they can catch her
abroad as well as in England."
"Abroad!" said Mr. Paulton, in perplexity. "Surely she is not going
abroad before the funeral of her husband. No woman would think of
leaving the country before her husband is buried."
"Under certain circumstances, a woman might if _an inquest_ was to
precede the burial."
"Oh, I see."
"Now, gentlemen, I think we ought to be able to guess why she would
have no luggage, no escort. She is going to disguise herself and fly
to the Continent."