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"Miss Leavenworth, you once asked me if a person who had committed a wrong ought necessarily to confess it; and I replied no, unless by the confession reparation could be made. Do you remember?"
Her lips moved, but no words issued from them.
"I begin to think," I solemnly proceeded, following the lead of her emotion, "that confession is the only way out of this difficulty: that only by the words you can utter Eleanore can be saved from the doom that awaits her. Will you not then show yourself a true woman by responding to my earnest entreaties?"
I seemed to have touched the right chord; for she trembled, and a look of wistfulness filled her eyes. "Oh, if I could!" she murmured.
"And why can you not? You will never be happy till you do. Eleanore persists in silence; but that is no reason why you should emulate her example. You only make her position more doubtful by it."
"I know it; but I cannot help myself. Fate has too strong a hold upon me; I cannot break away."
"That is not true. Any one can escape from bonds imaginary as yours."
"No, no," she protested; "you do not understand."
"I understand this: that the path of rect.i.tude is a straight one, and that he who steps into devious byways is going astray."
A nicker of light, pathetic beyond description, flashed for a moment across her face; her throat rose as with one wild sob; her lips opened; she seemed yielding, when-A sharp ring at the front door-bell!
"Oh," she cried, sharply turning, "tell him I cannot see him; tell him--"
"Miss Leavenworth," said I, taking her by both hands, "never mind the door; never mind anything but this. I have asked you a question which involves the mystery of this whole affair; answer me, then, for your soul's sake; tell me, what the unhappy circ.u.mstances were which could induce you-"
But she tore her hands from mine. "The door!" she cried; "it will open, and-"
Stepping into the hall, I met Thomas coming up the bas.e.m.e.nt stairs. "Go back," said I; "I will call you when you are wanted."
With a bow he disappeared.
"You expect me to answer," she exclaimed, when I re-entered, "now, in a moment? I cannot."
"But--"
"Impossible!" fastening her gaze upon the front door.
"Miss Leavenworth!"
She shuddered.
"I fear the time will never come, if you do not speak now."
"Impossible," she reiterated.
Another tw.a.n.g at the bell.
"You hear!" said she.
I went into the hall and called Thomas. "You may open the door now," said I, and moved to return to her side.
But, with a gesture of command, she pointed up-stairs. "Leave me!" and her glance pa.s.sed on to Thomas, who stopped where he was.
"I will see you again before I go," said I, and hastened up-stairs.
Thomas opened the door. "Is Miss Leavenworth in?" I heard a rich, tremulous voice inquire.
"Yes, sir," came in the butler's most respectful and measured accents, and, leaning over the banisters I beheld, to my amazement, the form of Mr. Clavering enter the front hall and move towards the reception room.
XVIII. ON THE STAIRS
"You cannot say I did it."
Macbeth.
EXCITED, tremulous, filled with wonder at this unlooked-for event, I paused for a moment to collect my scattered senses, when the sound of a low, monotonous voice breaking upon my ear from the direction of the library, I approached and found Mr. Harwell reading aloud from his late employer's ma.n.u.script. It would be difficult for me to describe the effect which this simple discovery made upon me at this time. There, in that room of late death, withdrawn from the turmoil of the world, a hermit in his skeleton-lined cell, this man employed himself in reading and rereading, with pa.s.sive interest, the words of the dead, while above and below, human beings agonized in doubt and shame. Listening, I heard these words:
"By these means their native rulers will not only lose their jealous terror of our inst.i.tutions, but acquire an actual curiosity in regard to them."
Opening the door I went in.
"Ah! you are late, sir," was the greeting with which he rose and brought forward a chair.
My reply was probably inaudible, for he added, as he pa.s.sed to his own seat:
"I am afraid you are not well."
I roused myself.
"I am not ill." And, pulling the papers towards me, I began looking them over. But the words danced before my eyes, and I was obliged to give up all attempt at work for that night.
"I fear I am unable to a.s.sist you this evening, Mr. Harwell. The fact is, I find it difficult to give proper attention to this business while the man who by a dastardly a.s.sa.s.sination has made it necessary goes unpunished."
The secretary in his turn pushed the papers aside, as if moved by a sudden distaste of them, but gave me no answer.
"You told me, when you first came to me with news of this fearful tragedy, that it was a mystery; but it is one which must be solved, Mr. Harwell; it is wearing out the lives of too many whom we love and respect."
The secretary gave me a look. "Miss Eleanore?" he murmured.
"And Miss Mary," I went on; "myself, you, and many others."
"You have manifested much interest in the matter from the beginning,"-he said, methodically dipping his pen into the ink.
I stared at him in amazement.
"And you," said I; "do you take no interest in that which involves not only the safety, but the happiness and honor, of the family in which you have dwelt so long?"
He looked at me with increased coldness. "I have no wish to discuss this subject. I believe I have before prayed you to spare me its introduction." And he arose.