STORM AND STRESS
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace--
To live on still in love, and yet in vain;
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
--ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
"C'est le premier pas qui coute," and Malcolm proved the truth of the
old French proverb, as he dismissed his fly and walked up the dark
drive towards the Wood House.
He no longer felt the hot and cold fits that had shaken him as though
with inward ague on his previous visit. He had seen Elizabeth again,
had at least retained his outward calmness, and now he felt more sure
of himself.
"The pains and penalties of life," Leah had said to him once, and he
had thought the expression a strange one on the lips of so beautiful a
woman; but he knew better now, and how such pains and penalties fall to
the share of many men. "It is all in the day's work," he muttered as he
rang the bell, for it was Malcolm's nature to philosophise even in
trouble.
It was only six o'clock, and the two sisters were sitting together in
the fire-lit twilight. Dinah was lying back in her easy-chair with her
eyes closed, but Elizabeth had drawn her chair opposite the fire, and
sat with her chin supported by her hands, gazing fixedly at the blazing
logs with an absorbed gravity that again surprised Malcolm.
When they heard the visitor announced they both started to their feet
and came towards him, but it was Elizabeth who spoke first. "Mr.
Herrick, this is too good of you. I hope--I trust," in an anxious tone,
"that your news is also good."
"You may rest assured of that," he returned, with an unconscious
pressure of her hand. Dinah heaved a deep sigh of relief, and pointed
silently to the chair that stood between them. She did not speak,
perhaps because she could not: her face looked as though she had passed
through an illness. Elizabeth, with her wonted quickness, answered
Malcolm's unspoken question.
"Dinah has had one of her bad sick headaches, and has only just come
downstairs. All this sad business has upset her greatly, but you will
be her best physician," with the old beaming smile which Malcolm dared
not meet. "Now," with a housewifely air, "shall I give you some tea?
You will dine with us, of course?" But Malcolm declined the offered
refreshment.
"I will dine with you if you wish it," he said rather formally, "and if
you and Miss Templeton will excuse the absence of war-paint; but I am
going back to town to-night."
"Oh no, not to-night!" she exclaimed in quite a shocked voice; "you
will be so tired." But Malcolm assured her with absolute truth that he
had never been less tired in his life. The storm and stress and
excitement of the day had acted on him like a tonic as well as an
anodyne; in thinking and planning for others he had found relief from
the intolerable ache of ever-present pain that had made his life so
purgatorial of late, and the unhealed wound throbbed less cruelly.
"I have so much to tell you that I think I had better begin at once,"
he observed in a business-like tone, and then both the sisters composed
themselves to listen. But this time they heard him less calmly. The
shock of learning Saul Jacobi's disgraceful plot, and Cedric's
infatuation and weakness, was too much for Dinah, and she sobbed
audibly.
"Oh, Betty!" she exclaimed piteously, "to think that our dear boy
should be deceiving us like this! But that woman has deluded him."
"The woman beguiled me and I did eat," murmured Malcolm. Then Elizabeth
looked at him rather sharply, as though she suspected a double meaning.
But as he proceeded with his story, and she heard of Leah's noble act
of self-sacrifice, her mood changed and her eyes filled with tears.
Malcolm fancied that he heard her say softly under her breath, "She
loved much, because much has been forgiven her."
But the climax of their wonder seemed reached when Malcolm told them
that Leah was at the Manor House. Dinah seemed as though she could not
believe her ears, and again Elizabeth looked at him curiously.
"Our dear Mrs. Godfrey!" she ejaculated. "I wonder what made you go to
her. I thought," with a little laugh, "only a woman would have done
that."
"Do you consider men so dense?" was his answer. "Mrs. Godfrey is the
best friend I have in the world, and she has never disappointed me
once. She is not only wise and almost masculine in her breadth of view,
but she is also the most womanly of women."
"How well you have grasped her!" returned Elizabeth in an approving
voice. "Yes, you are right, she will be a true friend to that poor Miss
Jacobi. It was magnificent strategy. I do not believe any one else
would have thought of it." But Malcolm only flushed at this eulogium.
"I promised you that I would do my best," he said in a constrained
voice; but Elizabeth was too elated and excited by the good news to
measure her words.
"Oh, but your best is so much better than other people's best," she
said gaily. "Die, dear, why do you not make some pretty speeches to Mr.
Herrick when he has achieved all this?" Then Dinah smiled and held out
her hand.
"What should we have done without you!" was all she said, but Malcolm
felt amply rewarded for his trouble.
They talked a little more about Leah Jacobi, and then Elizabeth said
suddenly--
"I have an idea. I will go to the Manor House and talk to Mrs.
Godfrey--it is our affair, and we must not shunt our responsibilities
on other people's shoulders--and then I can judge of this poor Leah."
And though Dinah was evidently startled by this bold suggestion, she
did not attempt to gainsay it.
"Shall you go to-morrow?" she asked. "Perhaps I could go too." But
Elizabeth promptly negatived this.
"You will do nothing of the kind," she returned decidedly; "I shall
have you falling ill on my hands. Besides, you must be at the Wood
House, in case Cedric comes;" and as Dinah perceived the force of this
argument, she said no more about accompanying her sister.
Malcolm, however, was not so easily satisfied. "Are you sure that you
had better do this?" he said rather gravely. "Would it not be wiser to
leave Mrs. Godfrey to deal with Miss Jacobi?" But Elizabeth seemed
quite indignant.
"Mr. Herrick, I did not expect this from you," she said severely. "I
thought we were to do good to our enemies--and this poor soul is not
our enemy after all. We have a debt to pay to her, have we not, Die?
for she has set our boy free. We must do all we can to help her, and to
free her from her terrible brother; for as long as she is with him
there can be no peace for her."
"No, you are right," replied Malcolm slowly; "Saul Jacobi is her curse.
He is a cold-hearted, selfish schemer. Well, I will not try to hinder
your good work, for I see you are bent on doing it. You will go
to-morrow, then?"
"Yes, I think so," but Elizabeth hesitated and looked at her sister.
"David is expecting his father to-morrow, and he will not want me until
the next day--" but she broke off here as dinner was announced.
It could not be said that Malcolm enjoyed his meal. The presence of the
servants prevented any freedom in the conversation, and as Dinah was
still oppressed and weak from the effects of her headache, the brunt of
the talk fell on Malcolm and Elizabeth, and neither of them seemed
quite at their ease. The mention of his rival had affected Malcolm
painfully, and Elizabeth was aware of this and was at once on her
guard. She avoided all local subjects and plied him with questions
about his mother and Anna and the Kestons; all of which Malcolm
answered punctiliously. When a pause in the conversation seemed
inevitable, he plunged into the breach with a description of Amias
Keston's latest picture, and an anecdote or two about that infant
prodigy Babs; he spoke of a book he had been reading, from which he
gave them copious extracts; and then, dessert being placed on the
table, he drew a sigh of relief. By that time he was sensible of
fatigue.
He left them soon after this. When he bade Dinah good-bye, she took
both his hands and looked wistfully in his face. "I cannot say anything
to-night," she whispered--"I am too giddy and confused; but I will
write, and--and God bless you!"
To his surprise Elizabeth followed him into the hall. As she opened the
door for him, the rush of raw, damp air came full in their faces.
"It is a regular November evening," she observed, with a little shiver.
"It is the month I like least--the month of decay and--" then she
checked herself abruptly. "Mr. Herrick, there is a question I wanted to
ask, and that I did not wish Dinah to hear. You are going back to town
this evening, are you not, because you expect that Cedric will come to
Cheyne Walk?"
"I think he will be here," he returned reluctantly, for he had not
wished to hint at this; in his own mind he was prepared for a stormy
interview.
"I feel sure of it," she continued. "He is very unbalanced and
passionate--he will say things that he does not mean, and that he will
repent afterwards. You will bear with him--you will be patient, will
you not?"
"Do you think you need ask me that?" Malcolm's voice was so full of
reproach and meaning that a sudden flush crossed Elizabeth's face.
"Have you forgotten already?" his expression seemed to say--"is he not
your brother, and am I not your devoted and humble servant?" Then his
manner changed.
"I will deal with him as gently as possible, you may be sure of that,"
he said kindly. But Elizabeth gave him her hand rather timidly and
without looking at him.
This time there was no backward glance as Malcolm and his lantern
disappeared into the dark woodlands; but Elizabeth stood so long in the
porch that the dead leaves swirled round her feet and even blew across
the hall.
"I wish I had not said that," she thought; "I might have trusted him.
He will be firm, but he will be gentle too." And then she went back to
Dinah, and they talked together of all that should be done on the
morrow.
It was not long past eleven when Malcolm let himself into the house in
Cheyne Walk with his latch-key, but Verity was evidently on the watch
for him.
"Mr. Templeton is here," she said, and he detected a trace of anxiety
in her manner. "He has been here quite two hours. Amias wanted him to
come into the studio, but he preferred going to your room. I am afraid
he is not well, or something is troubling him; he does nothing but walk
about."
"I will go up to him," rejoined Malcolm. "I suppose there is a fire?"
Verity nodded, and wished him goodnight.
The fire was burning cheerily; nevertheless, as Malcolm opened the
door, the room felt as cold as a vault. The window opening on to the
balcony had been flung up, and the damp air from the river pervaded the
whole place. The sudden draught made the lamp smoke, and he moved it
hastily. As he did so a dark figure came between him and the light, and
seized him almost roughly by the arm.
"So it is you, Herrick, at last!" in a hoarse voice that was scarcely
recognisable. "Now tell me, please, what have you done with Leah?"
The grip on Malcolm's arm was so painful that he winced. "Let me shut
that window first, there's a good fellow," he returned coolly, "or we
shall be blown into the street;" and as Cedric sullenly let him go, he
fastened it and drew down the blind and turned up the lamp.
Cedric watched him savagely.
Verity might well have suspected that something was seriously amiss.
Cedric's face was pale and his whole aspect disordered, and the
strained, fierce look in his blue eyes almost dismayed Malcolm. There
was something aggressive too in his manner that affected him
unpleasantly.
"Well, are you going to speak?" in a defiant voice, "or do you wish to
drive me crazy? What have you done with the girl who is to be my wife
to-morrow?"
"Why do you imagine that I have done anything with her?" returned
Malcolm steadily, for he wanted to find out what Cedric really knew. "I
have just come from the Wood House. Your sisters are in great trouble
about this."
"You have not taken her there," retorted Cedric, with a sneer, "and I
am not in a mood to discuss my sisters. Herrick, I call this an
infernal shame! What right have you to come between a man and his
affianced wife? I will not bear it--you shall make me
amends!"--stammering with passion. "Saul says you are at the bottom of
this."
"Mr. Jacobi will have to prove it then," returned Malcolm quietly.
"Prove it! Do you think we have not sufficient proof?" exclaimed Cedric
angrily. "I suppose you do not deny that you were at Gresham Gardens
this morning."
"I was there certainly; Miss Jacobi sent for me. I had seen her in
Kensington Gardens the previous day."
"I know all about that," interrupted Cedric rudely. "Saul told me you
were bent on making mischief between me and Leah. You left the house
with her this morning. One of the servants saw you go. You were
carrying a Gladstone bag and a travelling wrap, evidently a lady's."
Malcolm bit his lip. They had been seen then.
"Before we go on with this cross-examination, will you allow me to
explain matters," he observed. "It is no use your taking this tone with
me, Cedric; I have done nothing of which I am ashamed. As far as I can,
and up to a certain point, I will tell you the exact truth, and it may
be well for you to hear me."
Malcolm's quiet tone was not without influence, and Cedric flung
himself on a chair; but his attitude was still defiant.
"I own that I have done all in my power to induce Leah Jacobi to break
off this disastrous engagement," continued Malcolm. "I did this not
only for your sake, and because you were the tool of a designing and
unscrupulous man, but also for your sisters' sake. When I left her
yesterday it was impossible to know how far I had succeeded in my
purpose." Cedric looked up when Malcolm said this.
"This morning Miss Jacobi sent me a note, and I went to her at once.
She was in deep distress, and showed me her brother's telegram. To my
astonishment, she told me that she fully intended to break off her
engagement, and entrusted this letter to my care;" and here he stopped
and handed it to Cedric, and withdrew to another part of the room while
he read it.
A long time afterwards Malcolm read that letter.
"My darling, I cannot marry you," Leah wrote. "I am going to set you
free. I pray God that I may never see your dear face again, for this is
the hardest piece of work I have ever done in my life. Mr. Herrick has
been talking to me; he has made me see things in a different light. I
know now that I am no fit wife for you, my life has been too soiled and
degraded. In experience I am twenty or thirty years older than you, and
though I am only nine-and-twenty, my heart is gray. Dear--dearest, you
are so young--perhaps that is why I love you--your youth is so gracious
and lovely in my eyes. But Mr. Herrick is right. You must not be angry
with him, Cedric. He has been so kind and gentle, and he is so true a
friend to you. I have sent for him--when he comes I shall ask him to
hide me in some safe place where you and Saul cannot find me. I am so
afraid of Saul--he is so strong, he makes me do things against my
conscience."
"Darling, let me say just this one thing more. It is because of Saul
that I am so determined not to marry you. If you became my husband, he
would be a drag on you all your life. He has absolutely no conscience;
he would ruin you. No--no, you shall be free. I will not hurt a hair of
your head. Farewell.--Your loving and unhappy Leah"
Malcolm had turned his back, and stood looking down into the fire,
until a choked sob reached his ears. Cedric's head was sunk on his
arms, and his whole frame was convulsed with suppressed emotion; but
when Malcolm put his hand on his shoulder, he started up as though
beside himself.
"This is your doing," he said furiously. "I will never forgive you,
Herrick--never! Oh!"--as midnight chimed from a church near--"this is
our wedding-day--: Leah's and mine, and you have hidden my bride away!
But you shall give her up," with an oath, and for the moment Malcolm
thought the lad would have struck him in his insane passion. Cedric was
no mean athlete, and Malcolm was hardly a match for him, but he caught
his uplifted hand and held it firmly.
"Don't be a fool, Cedric," he said quietly. "Do you suppose this
violence will serve your purpose? Miss Jacobi has placed herself under
my protection, and I shall certainly not betray her. Sit down and
behave like a gentleman, and let us talk this out. Good heavens!" with
a sudden change of voice, "do you suppose you are the only man in the
world who cannot marry the woman he loves," and Malcolm's tone and
manner seemed to check Cedric's passion. "Let us talk it out like men,"
he repeated, and Cedric sank back on his chair, still sullen but half
subdued.