'Even if you were right,' I began—'even it she did desert you—'
He interrupted me sternly. 'I would not cross the street to see her,' he said. 'A woman who deserts her child is a monster. Forgive me for speaking so, miss! When I see good mothers and their children it maddens me when I think of what
Hearing these words, and watching him attentively while he spoke, I could see that my silence would be a mercy, not a crime. I hastened to speak of other things.
'If you decide to leave us,' I said, 'when shall you go?'
His eyes softened instantly. Little by little the color faded out of his face as he answered me.
'The General kindly said, when I spoke of leaving my place—' His voice faltered, and he paused to steady it. 'My master,' he resumed, 'said that I need not keep my new employer waiting by staying for the customary month, provided—provided you were willing to dispense with my services.'
So far, I had succeeded in controlling myself. At that reply I felt my resolution failing me. I saw how he suffered; I saw how manfully he struggled to conceal it.
'I am not willing,' I said. 'I am sorry—very, very sorry to lose you. But I will do anything that is for your good. I can say no more.'
He rose suddenly, as if to leave the room; mastered himself; stood for a moment silently looking at me—then looked away again, and said his parting words.
'If I succeed, Miss Mina, in my new employment—if I get on to higher things—is it—is it presuming too much, to ask if I might, some day—perhaps when you are out riding alone—if I might speak to you—only to ask if you are well and happy—'
He could say no more. I saw the tears in his eyes; saw him shaken by the convulsive breathings which break from men in the rare moments when they cry. He forced it back even then. He bowed to me—oh, God, he bowed to me, as if he were only my servant! as if he were too far below me to take my hand, even at that moment! I could have endured anything else; I believe I could still have restrained myself under any other circumstances. It matters little now; my confession must be made, whatever you may think of me. I flew to him like a frenzied creature—I threw my arms round his neck—I said to him, 'Oh, Michael, don't you know that I love you?' And then I laid my head on his breast, and held him to me, and said no more.
In that moment of silence, the door of the room was opened. I started, and looked up. Lady Claudia was standing on the threshold.
I saw in her face that she had been listening—she must have followed him when he was on his way to my room. That conviction steadied me. I took his hand in mine, and stood side by side with him, waiting for her to speak first. She looked at Michael, not at me. She advanced a step or two, and addressed him in these words:
'It is just possible that
That deliberate insult was all that I wanted to make me completely mistress of myself. I told Michael to wait a moment, and opened my writing desk. I wrote on an envelope the address in London of a faithful old servant, who had attended my mother in her last moments. I gave it to Michael. 'Call there to-morrow morning,' I said. 'You will find me waiting for you.'
He looked at Lady Claudia, evidently unwilling to leave me alone with her. 'Fear nothing,' I said; 'I am old enough to take care of myself. I have only a word to say to this lady before I leave the house.' With that, I took his arm, and walked with him to the door, and said good-by almost as composedly as if we had been husband and wife already.
Lady Claudia's eyes followed me as I shut the door again and crossed the room to a second door which led into my bed-chamber. She suddenly stepped up to me, just as I was entering the room, and laid her hand on my arm.
'What do I see in your face?' she asked as much of herself as of me—with her eyes fixed in keen inquiry on mine.
'You shall know directly,' I answered. 'Let me get my bonnet and cloak first.'
'Do you mean to leave the house?'
'I do.'
She rang the bell. I quietly dressed myself, to go out.
The servant answered the bell, as I returned to the sitting-room.
'Tell your master I wish to see him instantly,' said Lady Claudia.
'My master has gone out, my lady.'
'To his club?'
'I believe so, my lady.'
'I will send you with a letter to him. Come back when I ring again.' She turned to me as the man withdrew. 'Do you refuse to stay here until the General returns?'
'I shall be happy to see the General, if you will inclose my address in your letter to him.'
Replying in those terms, I wrote the address for the second time. Lady Claudia knew perfectly well, when I gave it to her, that I was going to a respectable house kept by a woman who had nursed me when I was a child.
'One last question,' she said. 'Am I to tell the General that it is your intention to marry your groom?'
Her tone stung me into making an answer which I regretted the moment it had passed my lips.
'You can put it more plainly, if you like,' I said. 'You can tell the General that it is my intention to marry
