They watched him with many emotions, predominant among which was relief, and when he was gone Diana rose and came to Ruth.
"Come," she said, and sought to lead her from the room.
But there was Richard now to be reckoned with, Richard from whom the palsy was of a sudden fallen, now that the cause of it had withdrawn.
He had his back to the door, and his weak mouth was pursed up into a semblance of resolution, his pale eyes looked stern, his white eyebrows bent together in a frown.
"Wait," he said. They looked at him, and the shadow of a smile almost flitted across Diana's face. He stepped to the door, and, opening it, held it wide. "Go, Diana," he said. "Ruth and I must understand each other."Diana hesitated. "You had better go, Diana," said her cousin, whereupon Mistress Horton went.
Hot and fierce came the recriminations from Richard's lips when he and his sister were alone, and Ruth weathered the storm bravely until it was stemmed again by fresh fear in Richard. For Blake had suddenly reappeared. He came forward from his window; his manner composed and full of resolution. Young Westmacott recoiled, the heat all frozen out of him. But Blake scarce looked at him, his smouldering glance was all for Ruth, who watched him with incipient fear, despite herself.
"Madam," he said, "`tis not to be supposed a mind holding so much thought for a husband's safety could find room for any concern as to another's. I will ask you, natheless, to consider what tale I am to bear Lord Feversham.""What tale?" said she.
"Aye - that will account for what has chanced;for my failure to discharge the task entrusted me, and for the slaughter of an officer of his and twenty men.
"Why ask me this?" she demanded half angrily; then suddenly bethinking her of how she had ruined his enterprise, and of the position in which she had placed him, she softened. Her clear mind held justice very dear. She approached. "Oh, I am sorry - sorry, Sir Rowland," she cried.
He sneered. He had wiped some of the blood from his face, but still looked terrible enough.
"Sorry!" said he, and laughed unpleasantly. "You'll come with me to Feversham and tell him what you did," said he.
"I?" She recoiled in fear.
"At once" he informed her.
"Wha... what's that?" faltered Richard, calling up his manhood, and coming forward. "What are you saying, Blake?"Sir Rowland disdained to heed him. "Come, mistress," he said, and putting forward his hand he caught her wrist and pulled her roughly towards him. She struggled to free herself, but he leered evilly upon her, no whit discomposed by her endeavours. Though short of stature, he was a man of considerable bodily strength, and she, though tall, was slight of frame. He released her wrist, and before she realized what he was about he had stooped, passed an arm behind her knees, another round her waist, and, swinging her from her feet, took her up bodily in his arms. He turned about, and a scream broke from her.
"Hold!" cried Richard. "Hold, you madman!""Keep off, or I'll make an end of you before I go," roared Blake over his shoulder, for already he had turned about and was ****** for the window, apparently no more hindered by his burden than had she been a doll.
Richard sprang to the door. "Jasper!" he bawled. "Jasper!" He had no weapons, as we have seen, else it may be that he had made an attempt to use them.
Ruth got a hand free and caught at the windowframe as Blake was leaping through. It checked their progress, but did not sensibly delay it. It was unfortunately her wounded hand with which she had sought to cling, and with an angry, brutal wrench Sir Rowland compelled her to unclose her grasp. He sped down the lawn towards the orchard, where his horse was tethered. And now she knew in a subconscious sort of way why he had earlier withdrawn. He had gone to saddle for this purpose.
She struggled now, thinking that he would be too hampered to compel her to his will. He became angry, and set her down beside his horse, one arm still holding her.
"Look you, mistress," he told her fiercely, "living or dead, you come with me to Feversham. Choose now."His tone was such that she never doubted he would carry out his threat.
And so in dull despair she submitted, hoping that Feversham might be a gentleman and would recognize and respect a lady. Half fainting, she allowed him to swing her to the withers of his horse. Thus they threaded their way in the dim starlit night through the trees towards the gate.
It stood open, and they passed out into the lane. There Sir Rowland put his horse to the trot, which he increased to a gallop when he was over the bridge and clear of the town.
