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"You will say nothing, do nothing, see nothing. We cannot marry and starve."
"But tell me, Kate--honour bright--you don't care for this Capel?"
"I care for him!"
"Tell me, then, what do you mean to do?"
"Have my share of that money," said Katrine, with a peculiar hardening of her face.
"Bah! I don't believe the treasure ever existed. It was a craze on the old man's part."
"You must be careful. Don't say or do anything to annoy Paul Capel or Mr Girtle. We must stay here. It was no craze on the old man's part; maybe I can tell where the fortune is."
"What? You mean that?"
"Hus.h.!.+ I am working for us both."
"But tell me--"
"Hus.h.!.+ She has finished the song," said Katrine, leaning back and clapping her hands softly. "Thank you, thank you," she said. "Oh, what a while it is since I heard that dear old ballad."
The evening wore away till bed-time, when the butler brought in and lit the candles, according to his custom, Katrine and Lydia taking theirs, and going at once, and Gerard Artis following after partaking of a gla.s.s of soda-water, leaving the old lawyer and Capel together.
They sat in silence for some minutes, when the old lawyer said:
"I do not seem to get any nearer to the unravelling of this knot, Mr Capel."
"Do you still adhere to the opinion that the treasure was there?"
"Yes; and we shall find it soon."
"By a masterly inactivity?"
"Oh, no," replied the old man, "for I am taking steps of my own to redeem myself. I don't think those jewels can be sold, or one of those notes changed, without word being brought to me."
Capel felt won by the old man's manner. He shook hands with him warmly, and said "Good-night."
He went to the door with him, and saw the light s.h.i.+ne on the thin, silvery hair as he went slowly up the staircase, while his candle cast a grotesque shadow on the wall. Then, as Capel listened, he heard the old man shut his chamber door, open it softly, and shut it again more loudly; while, with the great house seeming to be doubly steeped in darkness and silence, Paul Capel went back to the lounge in which he had been seated, leaving his chamber candle burning like a tiny star in the great sea of gloom, and sat back, thinking.
The candle burned lower as he thought on, ransacking his memory for some slight clue that would help him to find his lost fortune.
The candle went out.
Had he been asleep?
He could not say. He believed that he had been only thinking deeply.
At all events, he was widely awake now, as he sat back listening to the heavy beating of his own heart, as he stared through the intense darkness towards the door, upon whose panel he had felt sure he had heard a soft pat, as if something had touched it.
A minute--it might have been half-an-hour, it seemed so long--and there was a faint rustling, and Paul Capel knew, as he stared through that intense darkness, that some one, or something, was coming silently towards where he sat.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
"YOU HERE!"
Paul Capel was not superst.i.tious, but a curious thrill ran through his nerves, and his first impulse was to leap up and shout, "Who's there?"
Then a thought flashed through his brain that whoever this was might have something to do with the disappearance of the treasure, and he told himself that he would wait, though the next moment he found himself frankly owning that a chill of dread had frozen his powers, and that he could not have moved to save his life.
A minute's reflection told him that it could not be a burglar. No one would come singly upon such a mission, and the marauder would have been provided with a dark lantern or matches. It must be some one in the house. The superst.i.tious fancies were cleared away, as his heart gave a throb, with the hope that he might now find the clue to the mystery that was hanging over the place.
Thought after thought flashed through his brain, and, as they dazed him with the wild conjectures, the person, whoever it was, glided nearer and nearer, and all doubt fled, for, whoever it was, had stretched out a hand and touched the silver candlestick upon the table where he had set it down.
There was again silence, and then it seemed to Capel, as he sat there, that the nocturnal visitor had made the table a starting-point for a fresh departure in the dark, and was going from him toward the back drawing-room, in the left hand corner of which the old lawyer had sat that night.
Doubtless there are people who can weigh every act before they commit themselves to it, but the majority of us, even the most thoughtful, go on weighing a great many, and then in the most important moments of our lives forget all about the balance or the mental weights and scales, and so it was that, all in an instant, Paul Capel, unable longer to bear the mental strain, rose quickly from his seat, took two strides forward, and grasped at the intruder, exclaiming:
"Who's there?"
He touched nothing, he heard nothing, and the old chill came back for a moment or two with its superst.i.tious suggestions; but he drew out a little silver match-box, which rattled as he opened it, shook a match into his moist hand, struck it, and the faint little star of light flashed out.
"Katrine, you here?" he exclaimed.
There were candles on an occasional table, and he lit one before the little wax match burned down, and then he remained speechless for the moment, gazing at Katrine D'Enghien, who stood within the back drawing-room, her long hair loosely knotted on her neck, her white arms outstretched before her, and half away from him. She stood motionless, as if turned to stone.
"Katrine!" he cried again.
He took a step or two towards her, his first impulse being to clasp her in his arms; but, as she stood motionless before him, draped in a long grey peignoir that swept the ground, there was something about her that repelled him, so that he stood staring at her unable to speak.
Suddenly she turned from him, and stood gazing at the corner where the piano stood, walked slowly towards it, and rested her hand upon it, remaining there motionless for a few moments till, catching up the candle, Capel went towards her, his pulses throbbing, and his temples seeming to flush as if a hot breath from a furnace had pa.s.sed over them.
But before he reached her she turned slowly, and walked straight towards him, her eyes wide open, and gazing intently before her.
She would have walked right upon him, had he not given way, and then stood holding the candle, while she went deliberately to the fire-place, rested her hands upon the mantel-piece, and stood there holding one bare white foot towards the extinct fire as if to warm it.
Capel set down the candle and advanced towards her, when once more she turned and came straight towards him, and this time he took her in his arms and kissed her quickly and pa.s.sionately upon her cheek and lips.
His arms dropped to his sides, though, for he felt that she was icily cold, and as involuntarily he gave place, and she walked slowly past him to the open door, out on to the broad landing, and as he caught up the candle and followed, he saw the tall grey figure go slowly on up and up the stairs, and when he followed it to the first landing it was on the one above, going slowly on to the bedroom at the end, through whose door it pa.s.sed, and the lock gave a low, soft click.
Paul Capel went back into the drawing-room, feeling half stunned, and when he reached the middle of the room he paused, candle in hand, thinking.
"Asleep!" he said at last. "Asleep, and I dared to take her in my arms like that!"
Then, with an involuntary s.h.i.+ver, the young man turned quickly round, and went hastily up to his room, to lie till morning, tossing sleeplessly from side to side.