Blind Policy Part 41

Then entering the station she took a ticket for London, too deeply intent upon her own thoughts to notice who followed her into the office; and as soon as the train drew up, she stepped into an empty compartment and drew up the gla.s.ses, to go on thinking out her further proceedings, for her mind was now made up.

She had ample means, her brother having well provided her with a banking account of her own, and her intention was to go straight to the town house, pack up a couple of trunks, and take the night boat for Dieppe, and thence go on to Switzerland, where she could extend her projects, though where she went mattered little so long as she could avoid another meeting with her pursuer.

The train was gathering speed for its straight run on to the terminus, and she was congratulating herself upon her decision, and then thinking that there was only one difficulty in her way--the opposition which might arise on the part of the old housekeeper. But she concluded that a little firmness would suffice; if not, a frank avowal of the dangers she foresaw would win the old woman to her side, and then, once free from the trammels which surrounded her, she would perhaps regain her peace of mind, so broken since that terrible night when she fetched Chester to her brother.

"And he will soon forget me and return to her who is his by right, and then--"

She uttered a wild cry of alarm and shrank back for a moment or two in the corner of the compartment, for, in spite of the great speed at which they were going, the carriage window on her left was suddenly darkened, the door thrown open, and a man climbed in, fastening the door again, and then sinking panting upon the opposite seat.

"You here?" she cried wildly. "Oh! what madness!"

"Yes, hardly the work of a sane man, with a train going at express speed."

"You might have been killed!" cried Marion, trying hard to be firm, and descending to commonplaces.

"Yes, it seemed very likely once, for the carriages were a good way apart; but if I had been, what then? Not the first man who has died for a woman's sake."

"Why have you come?" she said hurriedly.

"Why have I come?" he replied contemptuously. "You ask that! Well, let me tell you; because I knew that sooner or later you would try to elude me; and I have watched night and day to prevent that. Correct me if I am wrong; my heart tells me that you are going up to town to avoid me, and are then going further to be where I cannot find you. Am I correct?"

"Yes, quite," she replied gravely. "I did not know that I was so weak.

I know it now, and, as I have told you, we must never meet again."

"I will not argue with you," he said, "only tell you once more that you take a woman's view of imaginary danger. I take that of a man determined to sacrifice life sooner than lose sight of you again--a poor stake, perhaps, for without you it is a worthless thing, but it is all I have."

She sighed and he saw that her face grew harder, as she avoided his gaze and sat looking out of the window in silence.

"Do I understand you," she said at last, "that you mean to follow me?"

"To the world's end," he cried.

"Is his manly, to force yourself upon a helpless woman?"

"No; it is despicable perhaps, but I am lost now to reason. You are everything to me; to be near you is to live--to lose sight of you is to die. You are my fate, and you draw me to your side."

"To your ruin, perhaps to your death," she said wildly. "You must have grasped what kind of men my relatives are. You must have seen what risk you run."

"Yes, I have seen and thought out all this, but it is as nothing to your love."

"And would you see me suffer through your folly and imprudence?"

"I would give anything to spare you suffering."

"Then leave me before my agony becomes too great to bear."

"I--can--not!" he cried. "Drive me from you, and when I find that all hope is gone, then I will seek for rest."

"What!" she cried.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I am no boasting boy," he said sadly. "Everything to make life worth living will be gone, and an easy painless death beckoning me on. I am a doctor, I have but to go home, and there it is, to my hand."

She said nothing, but sank back in the corner of the carriage, covering her face with her hands; and he saw that her breast was heaving with the painful sobs struggling for exit.

He bent over towards her, and touched her arm.

"Marion," he whispered.

She started from him as if she had been stung, and her eyes flashed as her hands fell into her lap.

"Don't touch me!" she said wildly. "You are mad."

The train sped on rapidly, taking them nearer and nearer to their fate, as both sat back in silence now--she trembling, battling with her heart in her struggle to devise some means of escaping him, he sinking into a dull, stolid state of determination, for, come what might, he was resolved never to leave her now.

At last the train slowed up to the station where the tickets were taken, and Marion handed hers.

"I have no ticket," said Chester, quietly, handing the man a sovereign.

"I had not time to go to the booking-office. I got in at Bineleigh.

This lady will bear me out."

The man quickly wrote a receipt and handed it with the change. Then the train glided on once more, and in a few minutes they were in the great terminus.

"You have no carriage waiting?" Chester asked.

"No," she said quietly; "I'll take a cab."

Chester summoned one, and handed her in.

"Where do you wish to be driven?" he said.

"Home."

"May I come with you, or must I follow in another cab?" he asked.

"I am at your mercy, Dr Chester," she replied sadly.

He hesitated for a moment, then told the driver the name and number of the street, and sprang in.

Marion drew a deep catching breath as he took his seat by her side, and then remained silent till they reached the familiar doorway. Here, in the most matter-of-fact way, Chester alighted and handed out his companion and they walked up to the door together, Chester reaching out to pull the bell.

"No," she said, speaking in a quick, startled tone of voice, and he looked at her wonderingly, for she opened the door with a latch-key, stepped in, holding the door with one hand and extending the other.

"Now," she said firmly, "good-bye."

For answer he stepped forward with a smile, but not to take her hand.

He pressed the door gently, but with sufficient force to make her give way, and his foot was on the step.