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"I should like," he said deliberately, "to ask you a question which sounds impertinent, but which I think you will understand is not really so. Will you tell me how you regard Mrs. Elgar? I mean, is it your wish to be still as friendly with her as you once were? Or do you, for whatever reason, hold aloof from her?"
"Will you explain to me, Mr. Mallard, why you think yourself justified in asking such a question?"
In both of them there were signs of nervous discomposure. Miriam flushed a little; the artist moved from one att.i.tude to another, and began to play destructively with a ta.s.sel.
"Yes," he answered. "I have a deep interest in Mrs. Elgar's welfare--_that_ needs no explaining--and I have reason to fear that something in which I was recently concerned may have made you less disposed to think of her as I wish you to. Is it so or not?"
Her answer was uttered with difficulty.
"What can it matter howl think of her?"
"That is the point. To my mind it matters a great deal. For instance, it seems to me a deplorable thing that you, her sister in more senses than one, should have kept apart from her when she so much needed a woman's sympathy. Of course, if you had no true sympathy to give her, there's an end of it. But it seems to me strange that it should be so.
Will you put aside conventionality, and tell me if you have any definite reason for acting as if you and she were strangers?"
Miriam was mute. Her questioner waited, observing her. At length she spoke with painful impulsiveness.
"I can't talk with you on this subject."
"I am very sorry to distress you," Mallard continued, his voice growing almost harsh in its determination, "but talk of it we must, once for all. Your brother came to my studio one morning, and demanded an explanation of something about his wife which he had heard from you. He didn't _say_ that it came from you, but I have the conviction that it did. Please to tell me if I am wrong."
She kept an obstinate silence, sitting motionless, her hands tightly clasped together on her lap.
"If you don't contradict me, I must conclude that I am right. To speak plainly, it had come to his knowledge that Mrs. Elgar--no; I will call her Cecily, as I used to do when she was a child--that Cecily had visited my studio the evening before. You told him of that. How did you know of it, Mrs. Baske?"
Miriam answered in a hard, forced voice.
"I happened to be pa.s.sing when she drove up in a cab."
"I understand. But you also told him how long she remained, and that when she left I accompanied her. How could you be aware of those things?"
She seemed about to answer, but her voice failed. She stood up, and began to move away. Instantly Mallard was at her side.
"You must answer me," he said, his voice shaking. "If I detain you by force, you must answer me."
Miriam turned to face him. She stood splendidly at bay, her eyes gleaming, her cheeks bloodless, her lithe body in an att.i.tude finer than she knew. They looked into each other's pupils, long, intensely, as if reading the heart there. Miriam's eyes were the first to fall.
"I waited till she came out again."
"You waited all that time? In the road?"
"Yes."
"And when you heard that Cecily had Dot returned home that night, you believed that she had left her husband for ever?
"Yes."
Mallard drew hack a little, and his voice softened.
"Forgive me for losing sight of civility. Knowing this, it was perhaps natural that you should inform your brother of it. You took it for granted that Cecily--however unwise it was of her--had come to tell me of her resolve to leave home, and that I, as her old friend, had seen her safely to the place where she had taken refuge?"
He uttered this with a peculiar emphasis, gazing steadily into her face. Miriam dropped her eyes, and made no reply.
"You represented it to your brother in this light?" he continued, in the same tone.
She forced herself to look at him; there was awed wonder on her face.
"There is no need to answer in words. I see that I have understood you.
But of course you soon learnt that you had been in part mistaken.
Cecily had no intention of leaving her husband, from the first."
Miriam breathed with difficulty. He motioned to her to sit down, but she gave no heed.
"Then why did she come to you?" fell from her lips.
"Please to take your seat again, Mrs. Baske."
She obeyed him. He took a chair at a little distance, and answered her question.
"She came because she was in great distress, and had no friend in whom she could confide so naturally. This was a misfortune; it should not have been so. It was to _you_ that she should have gone, and I am afraid it was your fault that she could not."
"My fault?"
"Yes. You had not behaved to her with sisterly kindness. You had held apart from her; you had been cold and unsympathetic. Am I unjust?"
"Can one command feelings?"
"That is to say, you _felt_ coldly to her. Are you conscious of any reason? I believe religious prejudice no longer influences you?"
"No."
"Then I am obliged to recall something to your mind. Do you remember that you were practically an agent in bringing about Cecily's marriage?
No doubt things would have taken much the same course, however you had acted. But is it not true that you gave what help was in your power?
You acted as though your brother's suit had your approval. And I think you alone did so."
"You exaggerate. I know what you refer to. Reuben betrayed my lack of firmness, as he betrays every one who trusts in him."
"Let us call it lack of firmness. The fact is the same, and I feel very strongly that it laid an obligation on you. From that day you should have been truly a sister to Cecily. You should have given her every encouragement to confide in you. She loved you in those days, in spite of all differences. You should never have allowed this love to fail."
Miriam kept her eyes on the floor.
"I am afraid," he added, after a pause, "that you won't tell me why you cannot think kindly of her?"
She hesitated, her lips moving uncertainly.
"There _is_ a reason?"
"I can't tell you."