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"Well?" he said.
Only the one word; but somehow, inexplicably, her heart cried shame upon her, as though she had put a good weapon to an unworthy use. She stood before him, trying vainly to drive it home. But she could not. Further words failed her.
"I see," he said at last. "You think out of my love for you I ought to be willing to give you up. Is that it?"
She nodded mutely, not daring to look at him, still overwhelmed with that shamed sense of doing him a wrong.
"I see," he said again. "And--if it would be for your happiness to let you go--I might perhaps be equal to the sacrifice." His voice was suddenly cynical, and she never guessed that he cloaked an unwanted emotion therewith. "But take the other view of the case. You know you would never be happy away from me."
"I couldn't be happy with you--now," she murmured.
He bent slightly towards her as if not sure that he had heard aright.
"Do you really mean that?" he asked.
She was silent.
"Olga!" he said insistently.
Against her will she raised her eyes, and met his close scrutiny.
Against her will she answered him, breathlessly, out of a fevered sense of expediency. "Yes--yes, I do mean it! Oh, Max, you must--you must let me go!"
But he held her still. "You have appealed to my love," he said. "I appeal to yours."
But that was more than she could bear; the sudden tension snapped the last shreds of her quivering strength. She broke down utterly, standing there between his hands.
He made no attempt to draw her to him. Perhaps he did not wholly trust himself. Neither did he let her go; but there was no element of cruelty about him any longer. In silence, with absolute patience, he waited for her.
She made a slight effort at last to free herself, and instantly he set her free. She sat down again at the table, striving desperately for self-control. But she could not even begin to speak to him, so choked and blinded was she by her tears.
A while longer he waited beside her; then at length he spoke. "If you really honestly feel that you can't marry me, that to do so would make for misery and not happiness; if in short your love for me is dead--I will let you go."
The words fell curt and stern, but if she had seen his face at the moment she would have realized something of what the utterance of them cost.
But her own face was hidden, her paroxysm of weeping yet shook her uncontrollably.
"Is it dead?" he said, and stooped over her, holding the back of her chair but not touching her.
She made a convulsive movement, whether of flinching from his close proximity or protest at his words it was impossible to say.
He waited a moment or two. Then: "If it isn't," he said, "just put your hand in mine!"
He laid his own upon the table before her, upturned, ready to clasp hers. His face was bent so low over her that his lips were almost on her hair. She could have yielded herself to his arms without effort.
But she only stiffened at his action, and became intensely still. In the seconds that followed she did not so much as breathe. She was as one turned to stone.
For the s.p.a.ce of a full minute he waited; and through it the wild beating of her heart rose up in the stillness, throbbing audibly. But still she sat before him mutely, making no sign.
Then, after what seemed to her an eternity of waiting, very quietly he straightened himself and took his hand away.
She shrank away involuntarily with a nervous contraction of her whole body. For that moment she was unspeakably afraid.
But he gave her no cause for fear. He bore himself with absolute self-possession.
"Very well," he said. "That ends it. You are free."
With the words he turned deliberately from her, walked to the door, pa.s.sed quietly out. And she was left alone.
CHAPTER XVII
THE EASIEST COURSE
"I won't be a party to it," said Nick.
"You can't help yourself."
Bluntly Max made reply. He lounged against the window while his host dressed. The presence of the stately _khitmutgar_ who was a.s.sisting Nick was ignored by them both.
"I can generally manage to help myself," observed Nick.
Max's mouth took its most cynical downward curve. "You see, old chap, this chances to be one of the occasions on which you can't. It's my funeral, not yours."
Nick sent a brief glance across. "You're a fool, Max," he said.
"Thanks!" said Max. He took his pipe from his pocket and commenced to fill it with extreme care. There was something grimly ironical about his whole bearing. He did not speak again till his task was completed and the pipe alight. Then very deliberately through a cloud of rank smoke, he took up his tale. "It is one of the most interesting cases that have ever come under my notice. I am only sorry that I shall not be able to continue to keep it under my own personal supervision."
Nick laughed, a crude, cracked laugh. "It seems a pity certainly, since you came to India for that express purpose. I suppose you think it's up to me to continue the treatment?"
"Exactly," said Max.
"Well, I'm not going to." Again Nick's eyes flashed a keen look at Max's imperturbable countenance. "I held my peace last night," he said, "because matters were too ticklish to be tampered with. But as to keeping it up-----"
Max thrust his hands deep into his pockets. "As to keeping it up," he said, "you've no choice; neither have I. It may be a matter for regret from some points of view, but a matter of the most urgent expediency it undoubtedly is. I tell you plainly, Nick, this is not a thing to be played with. There are some risks that no one has any right to take.
This is one."
He looked at Nick, square-jawed and determined; but Nick vigorously shook his head.
"I am not with you. I don't agree. I never shall agree."
Max's cynical smile became more p.r.o.nounced. "Then you will have to act against your judgment for once. There is no alternative. And I shall go Home by the first boat I can catch."
"And leave her to fret her heart out," said Nick.
Max removed his pipe, and attentively regarded the bowl. After nearly a minute he put it back again and stared impenetrably at Nick. "She won't do that," he said.