"Send me away,Agatha,if I disturb you,"he said,"and let me know when I can see you in the morning.""My dear Miles,have you forgotten that I am never able to sleep in calm weather?My lullaby,for years past,has been the moaning of the great North Sea,under my window.Listen!There is not a sound outside on this peaceful night.It is the right time of the tide,just now--and yet,'the clink'is not to be heard.Is the moon up?"Mirabel opened the curtains."The whole sky is one great abyss of black,"he answered."If I was superstitious,I should think that horrid darkness a bad omen for the future.Are you suffering,Agatha?""Not just now.I suppose I look sadly changed for the worse since you saw me last?"But for the feverish brightness of her eyes,she would have looked like a corpse.Her wrinkled forehead,her hollow cheeks,her white lips told their terrible tale of the suffering of years.The ghastly appearance of her face was heightened by the furnishing of the room.This doomed woman,dying slowly day by day,delighted in bright colors and sumptuous materials.The paper on the walls,the curtains,the carpet presented the hues of the rainbow.She lay on a couch covered with purple silk,under draperies of green velvet to keep her warm.Rich lace hid h er scanty hair,turning prematurely gray;brilliant rings glittered on her bony fingers.The room was in a blaze of light from lamps and candles.Even the wine at her side that kept her alive had been decanted into a bottle of lustrous Venetian glass.
"My grave is open,"she used to say;"and I want all these beautiful things to keep me from looking at it.I should die at once,if I was left in the dark."Her brother sat by the couch,thinking "Shall I tell you what is in your mind?"she asked.
Mirabel humored the caprice of the moment."Tell me!"he said.
"You want to know what I think of Emily,"she answered."Your letter told me you were in love;but I didn't believe your letter.I have always doubted whether you were capable of feeling true love--until I saw Emily.The moment she entered the room,Iknew that I had never properly appreciated my brother.You arein love with her,Miles;and you are a better man than I thought you.Does that express my opinion?"Mirabel took her wasted hand,and kissed it gratefully.
"What a position I am in!"he said."To love her as I love her;and,if she knew the truth,to be the object of her horror--to be the man whom she would hunt to the scaffold,as an act of duty to the memory of her father!""You have left out the worst part of it,"Mrs.Delvin reminded him."You have bound yourself to help her to find the man.Your one hope of persuading her to become your wife rests on your success in finding him.And you are the man.There is your situation!You can't submit to it.How can you escape from it?""You are trying to frighten me,Agatha."
"I am trying to encourage you to face your position boldly.""I am doing my best,"Mirabel said,with sullen resignation.
"Fortune has favored me so far.I have,really and truly,been unable to satisfy Emily by discovering Miss Jethro.She has left the place at which I saw her last--there is no trace to be found of her--and Emily knows it.""Don't forget,"Mrs.Delvin replied,"that there is a trace to be found of Mrs.Rook,and that Emily expects you to follow it."Mirabel shuddered."I am surrounded by dangers,whichever way Ilook,"he said."Do what I may,it turns out to be wrong.I was wrong,perhaps,when I brought Emily here.""No!"
"I could easily make an excuse,"Mirabel persisted "and take her back to London.""And for all you know to the contrary,"his wiser sister replied,"Mrs.Rook may go to London;and you may take Emily back in time to receive her at the cottage.In every way you are safer in my old tower.And--don't forget--you have got my money to help you,if you want it.In my belief,Miles,you willwant it.""You are the dearest and best of sisters!What do you recommend me to do?""What you would have been obliged to do,"Mrs.Delvin answered,"if you had remained in London.You must go to Redwood Hall tomorrow,as Emily has arranged it.If Mrs.Rook is not there,you must ask for her address in Scotland.If nobody knows the address,you must still bestir yourself in trying to find it.
And,when you do fall in with Mrs.Rook--"
"Well?"
"Take care,wherever it may be,that you see her privately."Mirabel was alarmed."Don't keep me in suspense,"he burst out.
"Tell me what you propose."
"Never mind what I propose,to-night.Before I can tell you what I have in my mind,I must know whether Mrs.Rook is in England or Scotland.Bring me that information to-morrow,and I shall have something to say to you.Hark!The wind is rising,the rain is falling.There is a chance of sleep for me--I shall soon hear the sea.Good-night.""Good-night,dearest--and thank you again,and again!"
