All the same," I continued, "I can't, if her uncle sees her, consent to his seeing her brother without my having given the boy-- and most of all because things have got so bad--a little more time."
My friend appeared on this ground more reluctant than I could quite understand. "What do you mean by more time?"
"Well, a day or two--really to bring it out. He'll then be on MY side--of which you see the importance. If nothing comes, I shall only fail, and you will, at the worst, have helped me by doing, on your arrival in town, whatever you may have found possible."
So I put it before her, but she continued for a little so inscrutably embarrassed that I came again to her aid. "Unless, indeed,"
I wound up, "you really want NOT to go."
I could see it, in her face, at last clear itself; she put out her hand to me as a pledge. "I'll go--I'll go.
I'll go this morning."
I wanted to be very just. "If you SHOULD wish still to wait, I would engage she shouldn't see me."
"No, no: it's the place itself. She must leave it."
She held me a moment with heavy eyes, then brought out the rest.
"Your idea's the right one. I myself, miss--"
"Well?"
"I can't stay."
The look she gave me with it made me jump at possibilities.
"You mean that, since yesterday, you HAVE seen--?"
She shook her head with dignity. "I've HEARD--!"
"Heard?"
"From that child--horrors! There!" she sighed with tragic relief.
"On my honor, miss, she says things--!" But at this evocation she broke down; she dropped, with a sudden sob, upon my sofa and, as I had seen her do before, gave way to all the grief of it.
It was quite in another manner that I, for my part, let myself go.
"Oh, thank God!"
She sprang up again at this, drying her eyes with a groan. "'Thank God'?"
"It so justifies me!"
"It does that, miss!"
I couldn't have desired more emphasis, but I just hesitated.
"She's so horrible?"
I saw my colleague scarce knew how to put it. "Really shocking."
"And about me?"
"About you, miss--since you must have it. It's beyond everything, for a young lady; and I can't think wherever she must have picked up--"
"The appalling language she applied to me? I can, then!"
I broke in with a laugh that was doubtless significant enough.
It only, in truth, left my friend still more grave.
"Well, perhaps I ought to also--since I've heard some of it before!
Yet I can't bear it," the poor woman went on while, with the same movement, she glanced, on my dressing table, at the face of my watch.
"But I must go back."
I kept her, however. "Ah, if you can't bear it--!"
"How can I stop with her, you mean? Why, just FOR that: to get her away. Far from this," she pursued, "far from THEM-"
"She may be different? She may be free?" I seized her almost with joy.
"Then, in spite of yesterday, you BELIEVE--"
"In such doings?" Her ****** description of them required, in the light of her expression, to be carried no further, and she gave me the whole thing as she had never done.
"I believe."
Yes, it was a joy, and we were still shoulder to shoulder: if I might continue sure of that I should care but little what else happened.
My support in the presence of disaster would be the same as it had been in my early need of confidence, and if my friend would answer for my honesty, I would answer for all the rest. On the point of taking leave of her, nonetheless, I was to some extent embarrassed.
"There's one thing, of course--it occurs to me--to remember.
My letter, giving the alarm, will have reached town before you."
I now perceived still more how she had been beating about the bush and how weary at last it had made her. "Your letter won't have got there.
Your letter never went."
"What then became of it?"
"Goodness knows! Master Miles--"
"Do you mean HE took it?" I gasped.
She hung fire, but she overcame her reluctance. "I mean that I saw yesterday, when I came back with Miss Flora, that it wasn't where you had put it.
Later in the evening I had the chance to question Luke, and he declared that he had neither noticed nor touched it." We could only exchange, on this, one of our deeper mutual soundings, and it was Mrs. Grose who first brought up the plumb with an almost elated "You see!"
"Yes, I see that if Miles took it instead he probably will have read it and destroyed it."
"And don't you see anything else?"
I faced her a moment with a sad smile. "It strikes me that by this time your eyes are open even wider than mine."
They proved to be so indeed, but she could still blush, almost, to show it.
"I make out now what he must have done at school." And she gave, in her ****** sharpness, an almost droll disillusioned nod. "He stole!"
I turned it over--I tried to be more judicial. "Well--perhaps."
She looked as if she found me unexpectedly calm.
"He stole LETTERS!"
She couldn't know my reasons for a calmness after all pretty shallow; so I showed them off as I might.
"I hope then it was to more purpose than in this case!
The note, at any rate, that I put on the table yesterday,"
I pursued, "will have given him so scant an advantage-- for it contained only the bare demand for an interview-- that he is already much ashamed of having gone so far for so little, and that what he had on his mind last evening was precisely the need of confession." I seemed to myself, for the instant, to have mastered it, to see it all.
"Leave us, leave us"--I was already, at the door, hurrying her off.
"I'll get it out of him. He'll meet me--he'll confess.
If he confesses, he's saved. And if he's saved--"
"Then YOU are?" The dear woman kissed me on this, and I took her farewell. "I'll save you without him!" she cried as she went.
