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"I have talked with them both," continued the rea.s.suring voice, which struggled with hoa.r.s.eness. "That they told me the truth, I have no doubt; both of them know me too well to do anything else. Constance, I understand, had your authority for speaking to me, so her part was easy."
"She has a fine, generous spirit!" exclaimed Dyce, with the glow of genuine enthusiasm.
"Well for you that she has. As for May, you had put her into a more difficult position."
"I fear so. But I am sure, Lady Ogram, that you dealt with her very kindly."
"Exactly." The smile was very grim indeed, and the voice very hoa.r.s.e.
"But the things I couldn't ask May to tell me, I expect to hear from you. Begin with this morning. You met her, I understand, before you came to the house to see Constance."
Dyce fell straight into the trap. He spoke almost gaily.
"Yes; we met at eight o'clock."
"Of course by appointment."
"Yes, by appointment."
"The best will be for you to begin at the beginning, and tell the story in your own way. I've heard all my niece cared to tell me; now I give you the chance of telling your own tale. All I ask is the truth. Tell me the truth, from point to point."
At the pa.s.s he had reached, Lashmar asked nothing better. He was befooled and bedazzled. Every trouble seemed of a sudden to be lifted from his mind. Grat.i.tude to Constance, who had proved so much better than her word, romantic devotion to May, who had so bravely declared her love, filled him with fervours such as he had never known. He saw himself in a resplendent light; his att.i.tude was n.o.ble, his head bent with manly modesty, and, when he began to speak, there was something in his voice which he had never yet been able to command, a virile music, to which he listened with delighted appreciation.
"I obey you, Lady Ogram; I obey you frankly and gladly. I must go back to the day of Miss Tomalin's return from London. You will remember I told you that on that day I was in town, and in the afternoon, early, I called at Mrs. Toplady's."
Omitting the fact of his having told May about the relations between Miss Bride and himself, he narrated all else with perfect truth. So pleasant was the sense of veracity, that he dwelt on unimportant particulars, and lengthened out the story in a way which would have made it intolerably tedious to any other hearer. Lady Ogram, however, found it none too long. The smile had died from her face; her lips were compressed, and from time to time her eyes turned upon the speaker with a fierce glare; but Lashmar paid no heed to these trifles. He ended at length with beaming visage, his last sentences having a touch of emotion which greatly pleased him.
"Ring the bell," said Lady Ogram, pointing to the electric b.u.t.ton.
Glad to stand up and move, Dyce did her bidding. Only a few moments elapsed before Constance Bride and May Tomalin entered the room.
"Constance, come here," said Lady Ogram. "You"--she glared at May--"stand where I can have a good view of you."
Lashmar had welcomed their entrance with a smile. The voice and manner of the autocrat slightly perturbed him, but he made allowances for her brusque way, and continued to smile at May, who looked pale and frightened.
"Constance, did you know or did you not, that these two had a meeting this morning in the park before Mr. Lashmar came to see you?"
"No, I knew nothing of that," answered Miss Bride, coldly.
"And did you know that they had met before, at the same place and time, and that they came from town together by the same train, and that there was a regular understanding between them to deceive you and me?"
"I knew nothing of all this."
"Look at her!" exclaimed Lady Ogram, pointing at the terrified girl.
"This is her grat.i.tude; this is her honesty. She has lied to me in every word she spoke! Lord Dymchurch offered her marriage, and she tried to make me believe that he hadn't done so at all, that he was a dishonourable shuffler--"
"Aunt!" cried May, stepping hurriedly forward. "He did _not_ offer me marriage! I'll tell you everything. Lord Dymchurch saw me by chance this morning--Mr. Lashmar and me--saw us together in the park; and he understood, and spoke to me about it, and said that the only thing he could do was to tell you I had refused him--"
"Oh, that's it, is it?" broke in the hoa.r.s.e voice, all but inarticulate with fury. "Then he too is a liar; that makes one more."
Lashmar stood in bewilderment. He caught May's eye, and saw that he had nothing but hostility to expect from her.
"_There_ is the greatest of all!" cried the girl, with violent gesture.
"He has told you all about _me_, but has he told you all about himself?"
"Lady Ogram," said Dyce, in a tone of offended dignity, "you should remember by what means you obtained my confidence. You told me that Miss Tomalin had already confessed everything to you. I naturally believed you incapable of falsehood--"
"Being yourself such a man of honour!" Lady Ogram interrupted, with savage scorn. "Constance, you are the only one who has not told me lies, and you have been shamefully treated--"
"You think she has told you no lies?" interrupted May, her voice at the high pitch of exasperation. "Wait a moment. This man has told you that he came down from London in the train with me; but did he tell you what he talked about? The first thing he disclosed to me was that the engagement between him and Miss Bride was a mere pretence. Finding you wished them to marry, they took counsel together, and plotted to keep you in good humour by pretending to be engaged. This he told me himself."
Lady Ogram turned upon Lashmar, who met her eyes with defiance.
"You believe that?" he asked, in a quietly contemptuous tone.
She turned to Constance, whose face showed much the same expression.
"Is that true?"
"I shall answer no charge brought by Miss Tomalin," was the cold reply.
"And you are right." Lady Ogram faced to May. "I give you half an hour to pack your luggage and leave the house! Be off!"
The girl burst into a hysterical laugh, and ran from the room. For some moments, Lady Ogram sat looking towards the door; then, sinking together in exhaustion, she let her eyes move from one to the other of the two faces before her. Lashmar and Constance had exchanged no look; they stood in sullen att.i.tudes, hands behind them, staring at vacancy.
"I have something to say to you." The voice that broke the silence was so faint as to be but just audible. "Come nearer."
The two approached.
"That girl has gone. She is nothing to me, and nothing to you.
Constance, are you willing to marry Mr. Lashmar?"
There came no reply.
"Do you hear?" whispered Lady Ogram, with a painful effort to speak louder. "Answer me."
"How can you expect me to be willing to marry him?" exclaimed Constance, in whom a violent struggle was going on. Her cheeks were flushed, and tears of humiliation stood in her eyes.
"You!" Lady Ogram addressed Lashmar. "Will you marry her?"
"How is it possible, Lady Ogram," replied Dyce, in an agony of nervousness, "to answer such a question under these circ.u.mstances?"
"But you _shall_ answer!" sounded in a choked sort of scream. "I give you the choice, both of you. Either you are married in three days from now, or you go about your business, like that lying girl. You can get a license, and be married at once. Which is it to be? I give you three days, not an hour more."
Lashmar had turned very pale. He looked at his partner in the dilemma.
"Constance," fell from his lips, "will you marry me?"
There came an answer which he could just hear, but which was inaudible to Lady Ogram.