Blind Love

'It is too late, Iris! We are all vile thieves. It is too late to begin crying now.'

'Harry'—she threw herself upon her knees—'spare me! Let some other woman go, and call herself your widow. Then I will go away and hide myself.'

'Don't talk nonsense, Iris,' he replied roughly. 'I tell you it is far too late. You should have thought of this before. It is now all arranged.'

'I cannot go,' she said.

'You must go; otherwise, all our trouble may prove useless.'

'Then I will not go!' she declared, springing to her feet. 'I will not degrade myself any further. I will not go!'

Harry rose too. He faced her for a moment. His eyes dropped. Even he remembered, at that moment, how great must be the fall of a woman who would consent to play such a part.

'You shall not go,' he said, 'unless you like. You can leave me to the consequences of my own acts—to my own degradation. Go back to England. In one thing only spare me. Do not tell what you know. As for me, I will forge a letter from you—'

'Forge a letter!'

'It is the only way left open, giving the lawyers authority to act, and inclosing the will. What will happen next? By whose hands the money is to reach me I know not yet. But you can leave me, Iris. Better that you should leave me—I shall only drag you lower.'

'Why must you forge the letter? Why not come with me somewhere—the world is large!—to some place where you are not known, and there let us begin a new life? We have not much money, but I can sell my watches and chains and rings, and we shall have enough. O Harry! for once be guided—listen to me! We shall find some humble manner of living, and we may be happy yet. There is no harm done if you have only pretended to be dead; nobody has been injured or defrauded—'

'Iris, you talk wildly! Do you imagine, for one moment, that the doctor will release me from my bargain?'

'What bargain?'

'Why—of course he was to be paid for the part he has taken in the business. Without him it could never have been done at all.'

'Yes—yes—it was in the letter that you gave me,' she said, conscious that such agreements belonged to works of fiction and to police courts.

'Certainly I have to pay him a good large slice out of the money.'

'It is fifteen thousand pounds, is it not? How much is to be paid to the—to the doctor?'

'We agreed that he was to have the half,' said Lord Harry, laughing lightly. 'But as I thought that seven thousand five hundred pounds was a sum of money which would probably turn his head and bring him to starvation in a year or two, I told him that the whole amount was four thousand pounds. Therefore he is to have two thousand pounds for his share. And quite enough too.'

'Treachery on treachery!' said his wife. 'Fraud on fraud! Would to GOD,' she added with a sigh, 'that you had never met this man!'

'I dare say it would have been better for me, on the whole,' he replied. 'But then, my dear, a man like myself is always meeting people whom it would have been better not to have met. Like will to like, I suppose. Given the active villain and the passive consenter, and they are sure to meet. Not that I throw stones at the worthy doctor. Not at all.'

'We cannot, Harry,' said his wife.

'We cannot, my dear. Bien entendu! Well, Iris, there is no more to be said. You know the situation completely. You can back out of it if you please, and leave me. Then I shall have to begin all over again a new conspiracy far more dangerous than the last. Well, I shall not drag you down with me. That is my resolution. If it comes to public degradation—but it shall not. Iris, I promise you one thing.' For once he looked as if he meant it. 'Death before dishonour. Death without your name being mixed up at all, save with pity for being the wife of such a man.'

Again he conquered her.

'Harry,' she said, 'I will go.'

CHAPTER LVIII

OF COURSE THEY WILL PAY

THREE days afterwards a hansom cab drove to the offices of the very respectable firm of solicitors who managed the affairs of the Norland family. They had one or two other families as well, and in spite of agricultural depression, they made a very good thing indeed out of a very comfortable business. The cab contained a lady in deep widow's weeds.

Lady Harry Norland expected to be received with coldness and suspicion. Her husband, she knew, had not led the life expected in these days of a younger son. Nor had his record been such as to endear him to his elder brother. Then, as may be imagined, there were other tremors, caused by a guilty knowledge of certain facts which might by some accident 'come out.' Everybody has tremors for whom something may come out. Also, Iris had had no experience of solicitors, and was afraid of them.

Instead of being received, however, by a gentleman as solemn as the Court of Chancery and as terrible as the Court of Assize, she found an elderly gentleman, of quiet, paternal manners, who held both her hands, and looked as if he was weeping over her bereavement. By long practice this worthy person could always, at a moment's notice, assume the appearance of one who was weeping with his client.

'My dear lady!' he murmured. 'My dear lady! This is a terrible time for you.'

She started. She feared that something had come out.

'In the moment of bereavement, too, to think of business.'