"So now," said Diana, "you know the sacrifice your sister has made to save you, and when you speak of the apology Mr. Wilding tendered you, perhaps you'll speak of it in a tone less loud."But the sarca** was no longer needed. Already poor Richard was very humble, his make-believe spirit all snuffed out. He observed at last how pale and set was his sister's face, and he realized something of the sacrifice she had made. Never in all his life was Richard so near to lapsing from the love of himself; never so near to forgetting his own interests, and preferring those of Ruth. Lady Horton sat silent, her heart fluttering with dismay and perplexity. Heaven had not equipped her with a spirit capable of dealing with a situation such as this. Blake stood in makebelieve stolidity dissembling his infinite chagrin and the stormy emotions warring within him, for some signs of which Diana watched his countenance in vain.
"You shall not do it!" cried Richard suddenly. He came forward and laid his hand on his sister's shoulder. His voice was almost gentle.
"Ruth, you shall not do this for me. You must not.""By Heaven, no!" snapped Blake before she could reply. "You are right, Richard. Mistress Westmacott must not be the scapegoat. She shall not play the part of Iphigenia."But Ruth smiled wistfully as she answered him with a question, "Where is the help for it?"Richard knew where the help for it lay, and for once - for just a moment - he contemplated danger and even death with equanimity.
"I can take up this quarrel again," he announced. "I can compel Mr.
Wilding to meet me.
Ruth's eyes, looking up at him, kindled with pride and admiration.
It warmed her heart to hear him speak thus, to have this assurance that he was anything but the coward she had been so disloyal as to deem him; no doubt she had been right in saying that it was his health was the cause of the palsy he had displayed that morning; he was a little wild, she knew; inclined to sit over-late at the bottle; with advancing manhood, she had no doubt, he would overcome this boyish failing. Meanwhile it was this foolish habit - nothing more - that undermined the inherent firmness of his nature. And it comforted her generous soul to have this proof that he was full worthy of the sacrifice she was ****** for him. Diana watched him in some surprise, and never doubted but that his offer was impulsive, and that he would regret it when his ardour had had time to cool.
"It were idle," said Ruth at last - not that she quite believed it, but that it was all-important to her that Richard should not be imperilled. "Mr. Wilding will prefer the bargain he has made.""No doubt," growled Blake, "but he shall be forced to unmake it."He advanced and bowed low before her. "Madam," said he, "will you grant me leave to champion your cause and remove this troublesome Mr. Wilding from your path?"Diana's eyes narrowed; her cheeks paled, partly from fear for Blake, partly from vexation at the promptness of an offer that afforded a fresh and so eloquent proof of the trend of his affections.
Ruth smiled at him in a very friendly manner, but gently shook her head.
"I thank you, sir," said she. "But it were more than I could permit.
This has become a family affair."
There was in her tone something which, despite its friendliness, gave Sir Rowland his dismissal. He was not at best a man of keen sensibilities; yet even so, he could not mistake the request to withdraw that was implicit in her tone and manner. He took his leave, registering, however, in his heart a vow that he would have his way with Wilding. Thus must he - through her gratitude - assuredly come to have his way with Ruth.
Diana rose and turned to her mother. Come," she said, "we'll speed Sir Rowland. Ruth and Richard would perhaps prefer to remain alone."Ruth thanked her with her eyes. Richard, standing beside his sister with bent head and moody gaze, did not appear to have heard.
Thus he remained until he and his half-sister were alone together, then he flung himself wearily into the seat beside her, and took her hand.
"Ruth," he faltered, "Ruth!"
She stroked his hand, her honest, intelligent eyes bent upon him in a look of pity - and to indulge this pity for him, she forgot how much herself she needed pity.
"Take it not so to heart," she urged him, her voice low and crooning - as that of a mother to her babe. "Take it not so to heart, Richard.
I should have married some day, and, after all, it may well be that Mr. Wilding will make me as good a husband as another. I do believe,"she added, her only intent to comfort Richard; "that he loves me; and if he loves me, surely he will prove kind."He flung himself back with an exclamation of angry pain. He was white to the lips, his eyes bloodshot. "It must not be - it shall not be -I'll not endure it!" he cried hoarsely.
"Richard, dear.. ." she began, recapturing the hand he had snatched from hers in his gust of emotion.
He rose abruptly, interrupting her. "I'll go to Wilding now," he cried, his voice resolute. "He shall cancel this bargain he had no right to make. He shall take up his quarrel with me where it stood before you went to him.""No, no, Richard, you must not!" she urged him, frightened, rising too, and clinging to his arm.
"I will," he answered. "At the worst he can but kill me. But at least you shall not be sacrificed.""Sit here, Richard," she bade him. "There is something you have not considered. If you die, if Mr. Wilding kills you.. ." she paused.
He looked at her, and at the repetition of the fate that would probably await him if he persevered in the course he threatened, his purely emotional courage again began to fail him. A look of fear crept gradually into his face to take the room of the resolution that had been stamped upon it but a moment since.
He swallowed hard. "What then?" he asked, his voice harsh, and, obeying her command and the pressure on his hand, he resumed his seat beside her.
