"I CAN'T believe it! I won't believe it! You're trying to part me from my husband--you're trying to set me against my dearest friend. It's infamous. It's horrible. What have I done to you?
Oh, my head! my head! Are you trying to drive me mad?"
Pale and wild; her hands twisted in her hair; her feet hurrying her aimlessly to and fro in the room--so Blanche answered her step-mother, when the object of Lady Lundie's pilgrimage had been accomplished, and the cruel truth had been plainly told.
Her ladyship sat, superbly composed, looking out through the window at the placid landscape of woods and fields which surrounded Ham Farm.
"I was prepared for this outbreak," she said, sadly. "These wild words relieve your over-burdened heart, my poor child. I can wait, Blanche--I can wait!"
Blanche stopped, and confronted Lady Lundie.
"You and I never liked each other," she said. "I wrote you a pert letter from this place. I have always taken Anne's part against you. I have shown you plainly--rudely, I dare say--that I was glad to be married and get away from you. This is not your revenge, is it?"
"Oh, Blanche, Blanche, what thoughts to think! what words to say!
I can only pray for you."
"I am mad, Lady Lundie. You bear with mad people. Bear with me. I have been hardly more than a fortnight married. I love _him_--I love _her_--with all my heart. Remember what you have told me about them. Remember! remember! remember!"
She reiterated the words with a low cry of pain. Her hands went up to her head again; and she returned restlessly to pacing this way and that in the room.
Lady Lundie tried the effect of a gentle remonstrance. "For your own sake," she said, "don't persist in estranging yourself from me. In this dreadful trial, I am the only friend you have."
Blanche came back to her step-mother's chair; and looked at her steadily, in silence. Lady Lundie submitted to inspection--and bore it perfectly.
"Look into my heart," she said. "Blanche! it bleeds for you!"
Blanche heard, without heeding. Her mind was painfully intent on its own thoughts. "You are a religious woman," she said, abruptly. "Will you swear on your Bible, that what you told me is true?"
"_My_ Bible!" repeated Lady Lundie with sorrowful emphasis. "Oh, my child! have _you_ no part in that precious inheritance? Is it not _your_ Bible, too?"
A momentary triumph showed itself in Blanche's face. "You daren't swear it!" she said. "That's enough for me!"
She turned away scornfully. Lady Lundie caught her by the hand, and drew her sharply back. The suffering saint disappeared, and the woman who was no longer to be trifled with took her place.
"There must be an end to this," she said. "You don't believe what I have told you. Have you courage enough to put it to the test?"
Blanche started, and released her hand. She trembled a little.
There was a horrible certainty of conviction expressed in Lady Lundie's sudden change of manner.
"How?" she asked.
"You shall see. Tell me the truth, on your side, first. Where is Sir Patrick? Is he really out, as his servant told me?"
"Yes. He is out with the farm bailiff. You have taken us all by surprise. You wrote that we were to expect you by the next train."
"When does the next train arrive? It is eleven o'clock now."
"Between one and two."
"Sir Patrick will not be back till then?"
"Not till then."
"Where is Mr. Brinkworth?"
"My husband?"
"Your husband--if you like. Is he out, too?"
"He is in the smoking-room."
"Do you mean the long room, built out from the back of the house?"
"Yes."
"Come down stairs at once with me."
Blanche advanced a step--and drew back. "What do you want of me?" she asked, inspired by a sudden distrust.
Lady Lundie turned round, and looked at her impatiently.
"Can't you see yet," she said, sharply, "that your interest and my interest in this matter are one? What have I told you?"
"Don't repeat it!"
