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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/8384-0.txt b/8384-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1843511 --- /dev/null +++ b/8384-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2166 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Pauline's Passion and Punishment, by Louisa May Alcott + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Pauline's Passion and Punishment + +Author: Louisa May Alcott + + +Release Date: June, 2005 [EBook #8384] +This file was first posted on July 5, 2003 +Last Updated: March 10, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAULINE'S PASSION AND PUNISHMENT *** + + + + +Produced by Beginners Projects, Laura Sabel and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + + + + + + + + +PAULINE'S PASSION + +and + +PUNISHMENT + + +by Louisa May Alcott + + + +Chapter I + +To and fro, like a wild creature in its cage, paced that handsome woman, +with bent head, locked hands, and restless steps. Some mental storm, +swift and sudden as a tempest of the tropics, had swept over her and +left its marks behind. As if in anger at the beauty now proved +powerless, all ornaments had been flung away, yet still it shone +undimmed, and filled her with a passionate regret. A jewel glittered at +her feet, leaving the lace rent to shreds on the indignant bosom that +had worn it; the wreaths of hair that had crowned her with a woman's +most womanly adornment fell disordered upon shoulders that gleamed the +fairer for the scarlet of the pomegranate flowers clinging to the bright +meshes that had imprisoned them an hour ago; and over the face, once so +affluent in youthful bloom, a stern pallor had fallen like a blight, for +pride was slowly conquering passion, and despair had murdered hope. + +Pausing in her troubled march, she swept away the curtain swaying in the +wind and looked out, as if imploring help from Nature, the great mother +of us all. A summer moon rode high in a cloudless heaven, and far as eye +could reach stretched the green wilderness of a Cuban _cafetal_. No +forest, but a tropical orchard, rich in lime, banana, plantain, palm, +and orange trees, under whose protective shade grew the evergreen coffee +plant, whose dark-red berries are the fortune of their possessor, and +the luxury of one-half the world. Wide avenues diverging from the +mansion, with its belt of brilliant shrubs and flowers, formed shadowy +vistas, along which, on the wings of the wind, came a breath of far-off +music, like a wooing voice; for the magic of night and distance lulled +the cadence of a Spanish _contradanza_ to a trance of sound, soft, +subdued, and infinitely sweet. It was a southern scene, but not a +southern face that looked out upon it with such unerring glance; there +was no southern languor in the figure, stately and erect; no southern +swarthiness on fairest cheek and arm; no southern darkness in the +shadowy gold of the neglected hair; the light frost of northern snows +lurked in the features, delicately cut, yet vividly alive, betraying a +temperament ardent, dominant, and subtle. For passion burned in the deep +eyes, changing their violet to black. Pride sat on the forehead, with +its dark brows; all a woman's sweetest spells touched the lips, whose +shape was a smile; and in the spirited carriage of the head appeared the +freedom of an intellect ripened under colder skies, the energy of a +nature that could wring strength from suffering, and dare to act where +feebler souls would only dare desire. + +Standing thus, conscious only of the wound that bled in that high heart +of hers, and the longing that gradually took shape and deepened to a +purpose, an alien presence changed the tragic atmosphere of that still +room and woke her from her dangerous mood. A wonderfully winning guise +this apparition wore, for youth, hope, and love endowed it with the +charm that gives beauty to the plainest, while their reign endures. A +boy in any other climate, in this his nineteen years had given him the +stature of a man; and Spain, the land of romance, seemed embodied in +this figure, full of the lithe slenderness of the whispering palms +overhead, the warm coloring of the deep-toned flowers sleeping in the +room, the native grace of the tame antelope lifting its human eyes to +his as he lingered on the threshold in an attitude eager yet timid, +watching that other figure as it looked into the night and found no +solace there. + +“Pauline!” + +She turned as if her thought had taken voice and answered her, regarded +him a moment, as if hesitating to receive the granted wish, then +beckoned with the one word. + +“Come!” + +Instantly the fear vanished, the ardor deepened, and with an imperious +“Lie down!” to his docile attendant, the young man obeyed with equal +docility, looking as wistfully toward his mistress as the brute toward +her master, while he waited proudly humble for her commands. + +“Manuel, why are you here?” + +“Forgive me! I saw Dolores bring a letter; you vanished, an hour passed, +I could wait no longer, and I came.” + +“I am glad, I needed my one friend. Read that.” + +She offered a letter, and with her steady eyes upon him, her purpose +strengthening as she looked, stood watching the changes of that +expressive countenance. This was the letter: + + +Pauline-- + +Six months ago I left you, promising to return and take you home my +wife; I loved you, but I deceived you; for though my heart was wholly +yours, my hand was not mine to give. This it was that haunted me through +all that blissful summer, this that marred my happiness when you owned +you loved me, and this drove me from you, hoping I could break the tie +with which I had rashly bound myself. I could not, I am married, and +there all ends. Hate me, forget me, solace your pride with the memory +that none knew your wrong, assure your peace with the knowledge that +mine is destroyed forever, and leave my punishment to remorse and time. + +Gilbert + + +With a gesture of wrathful contempt, Manuel flung the paper from him as +he flashed a look at his companion, muttering through his teeth, +“Traitor! Shall I kill him?” + +Pauline laughed low to herself, a dreary sound, but answered with a slow +darkening of the face that gave her words an ominous significance. “Why +should you? Such revenge is brief and paltry, fit only for mock +tragedies or poor souls who have neither the will to devise nor the will +to execute a better. There are fates more terrible than death; weapons +more keen than poniards, more noiseless than pistols. Women use such, +and work out a subtler vengeance than men can conceive. Leave Gilbert to +remorse--and me.” + +She paused an instant, and by some strong effort banished the black +frown from her brow, quenched the baleful fire of her eyes, and left +nothing visible but the pale determination that made her beautiful face +more eloquent than her words. + +“Manuel, in a week I leave the island.” + +“Alone, Pauline?” + +“No, not alone.” + +A moment they looked into each other's eyes, each endeavoring to read +the other. Manuel saw some indomitable purpose, bent on conquering all +obstacles. Pauline saw doubt, desire, and hope; knew that a word would +bring the ally she needed; and, with a courage as native to her as her +pride, resolved to utter it. + +Seating herself, she beckoned her companion to assume the place beside +her, but for the first time he hesitated. Something in the unnatural +calmness of her manner troubled him, for his southern temperament was +alive to influences whose presence would have been unfelt by one less +sensitive. He took the cushion at her feet, saying, half tenderly, half +reproachfully, “Let me keep my old place till I know in what character I +am to fill the new. The man you trusted has deserted you; the boy you +pitied will prove loyal. Try him, Pauline.” + +“I will.” + +And with the bitter smile unchanged upon her lips, the low voice +unshaken in its tones, the deep eyes unwavering in their gaze, Pauline +went on: + +“You know my past, happy as a dream till eighteen. Then all was swept +away, home, fortune, friends, and I was left, like an unfledged bird, +without even the shelter of a cage. For five years I have made my life +what I could, humble, honest, but never happy, till I came here, for +here I saw Gilbert. In the poor companion of your guardian's daughter he +seemed to see the heiress I had been, and treated me as such. This +flattered my pride and touched my heart. He was kind, I grateful; then +he loved me, and God knows how utterly I loved him! A few months of +happiness the purest, then he went to make home ready for me, and I +believed him; for where I wholly love I wholly trust. While my own peace +was undisturbed, I learned to read the language of your eyes, Manuel, to +find the boy grown into the man, the friend warmed into a lover. Your +youth had kept me blind too long. Your society had grown dear to me, and +I loved you like a sister for your unvarying kindness to the solitary +woman who earned her bread and found it bitter. I told you my secret to +prevent the utterance of your own. You remember the promise you made me +then, keep it still, and bury the knowledge of my lost happiness deep in +your pitying heart, as I shall in my proud one. Now the storm is over, +and I am ready for my work again, but it must be a new task in a new +scene. I hate this house, this room, the faces I must meet, the duties I +must perform, for the memory of that traitor haunts them all. I see a +future full of interest, a stage whereon I could play a stirring part. I +long for it intensely, yet cannot make it mine alone. Manuel, do you +love me still?” + +Bending suddenly, she brushed back the dark hair that streaked his +forehead and searched the face that in an instant answered her. Like a +swift rising light, the eloquent blood rushed over swarthy cheek and +brow, the slumberous softness of the eyes kindled with a flash, and the +lips, sensitive as any woman's, trembled yet broke into a rapturous +smile as he cried, with fervent brevity, “I would die for you!” + +A look of triumph swept across her face, for with this boy, as +chivalrous as ardent, she knew that words were not mere breath. Still, +with her stern purpose uppermost, she changed the bitter smile into one +half-timid, half-tender, as she bent still nearer, “Manuel, in a week I +leave the island. Shall I go alone?” + +“No, Pauline.” + +He understood her now. She saw it in the sudden paleness that fell on +him, heard it in the rapid beating of his heart, felt it in the strong +grasp that fastened on her hand, and knew that the first step was won. A +regretful pang smote her, but the dark mood which had taken possession +of her stifled the generous warnings of her better self and drove her +on. + +“Listen, Manuel. A strange spirit rules me tonight, but I will have no +reserves from you, all shall be told; then, if you will come, be it so; +if not, I shall go my way as solitary as I came. If you think that this +loss has broken my heart, undeceive yourself, for such as I live years +in an hour and show no sign. I have shed no tears, uttered no cry, asked +no comfort; yet, since I read that letter, I have suffered more than +many suffer in a lifetime. I am not one to lament long over any hopeless +sorrow. A single paroxysm, sharp and short, and it is over. Contempt has +killed my love, I have buried it, and no power can make it live again, +except as a pale ghost that will not rest till Gilbert shall pass +through an hour as bitter as the last.” + +“Is that the task you give yourself, Pauline?” + +The savage element that lurks in southern blood leaped up in the boy's +heart as he listened, glittered in his eye, and involuntarily found +expression in the nervous grip of the hands that folded a fairer one +between them. Alas for Pauline that she had roused the sleeping devil, +and was glad to see it! + +“Yes, it is weak, wicked, and unwomanly; yet I persist as relentlessly +as any Indian on a war trail. See me as I am, not the gay girl you have +known, but a revengeful woman with but one tender spot now left in her +heart, the place you fill. I have been wronged, and I long to right +myself at once. Time is too slow; I cannot wait, for that man must be +taught that two can play at the game of hearts, taught soon and sharply. +I can do this, can wound as I have been wounded, can sting him with +contempt, and prove that I too can forget.” + +“Go on, Pauline. Show me how I am to help you.” + +“Manuel, I want fortune, rank, splendor, and power; you can give me all +these, and a faithful friend beside. I desire to show Gilbert the +creature he deserted no longer poor, unknown, unloved, but lifted higher +than himself, cherished, honored, applauded, her life one of royal +pleasure, herself a happy queen. Beauty, grace, and talent you tell me I +possess; wealth gives them luster, rank exalts them, power makes them +irresistible. Place these worldly gifts in my hand and that hand is +yours. See, I offer it.” + +She did so, but it was not taken. Manuel had left his seat and now stood +before her, awed by the undertone of strong emotion in her calmly spoken +words, bewildered by the proposal so abruptly made, longing to ask the +natural question hovering on his lips, yet too generous to utter it. +Pauline read his thought, and answered it with no touch of pain or pride +in the magical voice that seldom spoke in vain. + +“I know your wish; it is as just as your silence is generous, and I +reply to it in all sincerity. You would ask, 'When I have given all that +I possess, what do I receive in return?' This--a wife whose friendship +is as warm as many a woman's love; a wife who will give you all the +heart still left her, and cherish the hope that time may bring a harvest +of real affection to repay you for the faithfulness of years; who, +though she takes the retribution of a wrong into her hands and executes +it in the face of heaven, never will forget the honorable name you give +into her keeping or blemish it by any act of hers. I can promise no +more. Will this content you, Manuel?” + +Before she ended his face was hidden in his hands, and tears streamed +through them as he listened, for like a true child of the south each +emotion found free vent and spent itself as swiftly as it rose. The +reaction was more than he could bear, for in a moment his life was +changed, months of hopeless longing were banished with a word, a +blissful yes canceled the hard no that had been accepted as inexorable, +and Happiness, lifting her full cup to his lips, bade him drink. A +moment he yielded to the natural relief, then dashed his tears away and +threw himself at Pauline's feet in that attitude fit only for a race as +graceful as impassioned. + +“Forgive me! Take all I have--fortune, name, and my poor self; use us as +you will, we are proud and happy to be spent for you! No service will be +too hard, no trial too long if in the end you learn to love me with one +tithe of the affection I have made my life. Do you mean it? Am I to go +with you? To be near you always, to call you wife, and know we are each +other's until death? What have I ever done to earn a fate like this?” + +Fast and fervently he spoke, and very winsome was the glad abandonment +of this young lover, half boy, half man, possessing the simplicity of +the one, the fervor of the other. Pauline looked and listened with a +soothing sense of consolation in the knowledge that this loyal heart was +all her own, a sweet foretaste of the devotion which henceforth was to +shelter her from poverty, neglect, and wrong, and turn life's sunniest +side to one who had so long seen only its most bleak and barren. Still +at her feet, his arms about her waist, his face flushed and proud, +lifted to hers, Manuel saw the cold mask soften, the stern eyes melt +with a sudden dew as Pauline watched him, saying, “Dear Manuel, love me +less; I am not worth such ardent and entire faith. Pause and reflect +before you take this step. I will not bind you to my fate too soon lest +you repent too late. We both stand alone in the world, free to make or +mar our future as we will. I have chosen my lot. Recall all it may cost +you to share it and be sure the price is not too high a one. Remember I +am poor, you the possessor of one princely fortune, the sole heir to +another.” + +“The knowledge of this burdened me before; now I glory in it because I +have the more for you.” + +“Remember, I am older than yourself, and may early lose the beauty you +love so well, leaving an old wife to burden your youth.” + +“What are a few years to me? Women like you grow lovelier with age, and +you shall have a strong young husband to lean on all your life.” + +“Remember, I am not of your faith, and the priests will shut me out from +your heaven.” + +“Let them prate as they will. Where you go I will go; Santa Paula shall +be my madonna!” + +“Remember, I am a deserted woman, and in the world we are going to my +name may become the sport of that man's cruel tongue. Could you bear +that patiently; and curb your fiery pride if I desired it?” + +“Anything for you, Pauline!” + +“One thing more. I give you my liberty; for a time give me forbearance +in return, and though wed in haste woo me slowly, lest this sore heart +of mine find even your light yoke heavy. Can you promise this, and wait +till time has healed my wound, and taught me to be meek?” + +“I swear to obey you in all things; make me what you will, for soul and +body I am wholly yours henceforth.” + +“Faithful and true! I knew you would not fail me. Now go, Manuel. +Tomorrow do your part resolutely as I shall do mine, and in a week we +will begin the new life together. Ours is a strange betrothal, but it +shall not lack some touch of tenderness from me. Love, good night.” + +Pauline bent till her bright hair mingled with the dark, kissed the boy +on lips and forehead as a fond sister might have done, then put him +gently from her; and like one in a blessed dream he went away to pace +all night beneath her window, longing for the day. + +As the echo of his steps died along the corridor, Pauline's eye fell on +the paper lying where her lover flung it. At this sight all the softness +vanished, the stern woman reappeared, and, crushing it in her hand with +slow significance, she said low to herself, “This is an old, old story, +but it shall have a new ending.” + + + +Chapter II + +“What jewels will the señora wear tonight?” + +“None, Dolores. Manuel has gone for flowers--he likes them best. You may +go.” + +“But the señora's toilette is not finished; the sandals, the gloves, the +garland yet remain.” + +“Leave them all; I shall not go down. I am tired of this endless folly. +Give me that book and go.” + +The pretty Creole obeyed; and careless of Dolores' work, Pauline sank +into the deep chair with a listless mien, turned the pages for a little, +then lost herself in thoughts that seemed to bring no rest. + +Silently the young husband entered and, pausing, regarded his wife with +mingled pain and pleasure--pain to see her so spiritless, pleasure to +see her so fair. She seemed unconscious of his presence till the +fragrance of his floral burden betrayed him, and looking up to smile a +welcome she met a glance that changed the sad dreamer into an excited +actor, for it told her that the object of her search was found. +Springing erect, she asked eagerly, “Manuel, is he here?” + +“Yes.” + +“Alone?” + +“His wife is with him.” + +“Is she beautiful?” + +“Pretty, petite, and petulant.” + +“And he?” + +“Unchanged: the same imposing figure and treacherous face, the same +restless eye and satanic mouth. Pauline, let me insult him!” + +“Not yet. Were they together?” + +“Yes. He seemed anxious to leave her, but she called him back +imperiously, and he came like one who dared not disobey.” + +“Did he see you?” + +“The crowd was too dense, and I kept in the shadow.” + +“The wife's name? Did you learn it?” + +“Barbara St. Just.” + +“Ah! I knew her once and will again. Manuel, am I beautiful tonight?” + +“How can you be otherwise to me?” + +“That is not enough. I must look my fairest to others, brilliant and +blithe, a happy-hearted bride whose honeymoon is not yet over.” + +“For his sake, Pauline?” + +“For yours. I want him to envy you your youth, your comeliness, your +content; to see the man he once sneered at the husband of the woman he +once loved; to recall impotent regret. I know his nature, and can stir +him to his heart's core with a look, revenge myself with a word, and +read the secrets of his life with a skill he cannot fathom.” + +“And when you have done all this, shall you be happier, Pauline?” + +“Infinitely; our three weeks' search is ended, and the real interest of +the plot begins. I have played the lover for your sake, now play the man +of the world for mine. This is the moment we have waited for. Help me to +make it successful. Come! Crown me with your garland, give me the +bracelets that were your wedding gift--none can be too brilliant for +tonight. Now the gloves and fan. Stay, my sandals--you shall play +Dolores and tie them on.” + +With an air of smiling coquetry he had never seen before, Pauline +stretched out a truly Spanish foot and offered him its dainty covering. +Won by the animation of her manner, Manuel forgot his misgivings and +played his part with boyish spirit, hovering about his stately wife as +no assiduous maid had ever done; for every flower was fastened with a +word sweeter than itself, the white arms kissed as the ornaments went +on, and when the silken knots were deftly accomplished, the lighthearted +bridegroom performed a little dance of triumph about his idol, till she +arrested him, beckoning as she spoke. + +“Manuel, I am waiting to assume the last best ornament you have given +me, my handsome husband.” Then, as he came to her laughing with frank +pleasure at her praise, she added, “You, too, must look your best and +bravest now, and remember you must enact the man tonight. Before Gilbert +wear your stateliest aspect, your tenderest to me, your courtliest to +his wife. You possess dramatic skill. Use it for my sake, and come for +your reward when this night's work is done.” + +The great hotel was swarming with life, ablaze with light, resonant with +the tread of feet, the hum of voices, the musical din of the band, and +full of the sights and sounds which fill such human hives at a +fashionable watering place in the height of the season. As Manuel led +his wife along the grand hall thronged with promenaders, his quick ear +caught the whispered comments of the passers-by, and the fragmentary +rumors concerning themselves amused him infinitely. + +“_Mon ami!_ There are five bridal couples here tonight, and there is the +handsomest, richest, and most enchanting of them all. The groom is not +yet twenty, they tell me, and the bride still younger. Behold them!” + +Manuel looked down at Pauline with a mirthful glance, but she had not +heard. + +“See, Belle! Cubans; own half the island between them. Splendid, aren't +they? Look at the diamonds on her lovely arms, and his ravishing +moustache. Isn't he your ideal of Prince Djalma, in The Wandering Jew?” + +A pretty girl, forgetting propriety in interest, pointed as they passed. +Manuel half-bowed to the audible compliment, and the blushing damsel +vanished, but Pauline had not seen. + +“Jack, there's the owner of the black span you fell into raptures over. +My lord and lady look as highbred as their stud. We'll patronize them!” + +Manuel muttered a disdainful “_Impertinente!_” between his teeth as he +surveyed a brace of dandies with an air that augured ill for the +patronage of Young America, but Pauline was unconscious of both +criticism and reproof. A countercurrent held them stationary for a +moment, and close behind them sounded a voice saying, confidentially, to +some silent listener, “The Redmonds are here tonight, and I am curious +to see how he bears his disappointment. You know he married for money, +and was outwitted in the bargain; for his wife's fortune not only proves +to be much less than he was led to believe, but is so tied up that he is +entirely dependent upon her, and the bachelor debts he sold himself to +liquidate still harass him, with a wife's reproaches to augment the +affliction. To be ruled by a spoiled child's whims is a fit punishment +for a man whom neither pride nor principle could curb before. Let us go +and look at the unfortunate.” + +Pauline heard now. Manuel felt her start, saw her flush and pale, then +her eye lit, and the dark expression he dreaded to see settled on her +face as she whispered, like a satanic echo, “Let us also go and look at +this unfortunate.” + +A jealous pang smote the young man's heart as he recalled the past. + +“You pity him, Pauline, and pity is akin to love.” + +“I only pity what I respect. Rest content, my husband.” + +Steadily her eyes met his, and the hand whose only ornament was a +wedding ring went to meet the one folded on his arm with a confiding +gesture that made the action a caress. + +“I will try to be, yet mine is a hard part,” Manuel answered with a +sigh, then silently they both paced on. + +Gilbert Redmond lounged behind his wife's chair, looking intensely +bored. + +“Have you had enough of this folly, Babie?” + +“No, we have but just come. Let us dance.” + +“Too late; they have begun.” + +“Then go about with me. It's very tiresome sitting here.” + +“It is too warm to walk in all that crowd, child.” + +“You are so indolent! Tell me who people are as they pass. I know no one +here.” + +“Nor I.” + +But his act belied the words, for as they passed his lips he rose erect, +with a smothered exclamation and startled face, as if a ghost had +suddenly confronted him. The throng had thinned, and as his wife +followed the direction of his glance, she saw no uncanny apparition to +cause such evident dismay, but a woman fair-haired, violet-eyed, +blooming and serene, sweeping down the long hall with noiseless grace. +An air of sumptuous life pervaded her, the shimmer of bridal snow +surrounded her, bridal gifts shone on neck and arms, and bridal +happiness seemed to touch her with its tender charm as she looked up at +her companion, as if there were but one human being in the world to her. +This companion, a man slender and tall, with a face delicately dark as a +fine bronze, looked back at her with eyes as eloquent as her own, while +both spoke rapidly and low in the melodious language which seems made +for lover's lips. + +“Gilbert, who are they?” + +There was no answer, and before she could repeat the question the +approaching pair paused before her, and the beautiful woman offered her +hand, saying, with inquiring smiles, “Barbara, have you forgotten your +early friend, Pauline?” + +Recognition came with the familiar name, and Mrs. Redmond welcomed the +newcomer with a delight as unrestrained as if she were still the +schoolgirl, Babie. Then, recovering herself, she said, with a pretty +attempt at dignity, “Let me present my husband. Gilbert, come and +welcome my friend Pauline Valary.” + +Scarlet with shame, dumb with conflicting emotions, and utterly deserted +by self-possession, Redmond stood with downcast eyes and agitated mien, +suffering a year's remorse condensed into a moment. A mute gesture was +all the greeting he could offer. Pauline slightly bent her haughty head +as she answered, in a voice frostily sweet, “Your wife mistakes. Pauline +Valary died three weeks ago, and Pauline Laroche rose from her ashes. +Manuel, my schoolmate, Mrs. Redmond; Gilbert you already know.” + +With the manly presence he could easily assume and which was henceforth +to be his role in public, Manuel bowed courteously to the lady, coldly +to the gentleman, and looked only at his wife. Mrs. Redmond, though +childish, was observant; she glanced from face to face, divined a +mystery, and spoke out at once. + +“Then you have met before? Gilbert, you have never told me this.” + +“It was long ago--in Cuba. I believed they had forgotten me.” + +“I never forget.” And Pauline's eye turned on him with a look he dared +not meet. + +Unsilenced by her husband's frown, Mrs. Redmond, intent on pleasing +herself, drew her friend to the seat beside her as she said petulantly, +“Gilbert tells me nothing, and I am constantly discovering things which +might have given me pleasure had he only chosen to be frank. I've spoken +of you often, yet he never betrayed the least knowledge of you, and I +take it very ill of him, because I am sure he has not forgotten you. Sit +here, Pauline, and let me tease you with questions, as I used to do so +long ago. You were always patient with me, and though far more +beautiful, your face is still the same kind one that comforted the +little child at school. Gilbert, enjoy your friend, and leave us to +ourselves until the dance is over.” + +Pauline obeyed; but as she chatted, skillfully leading the young wife's +conversation to her own affairs, she listened to the two voices behind +her, watched the two figures reflected in the mirror before her, and +felt a secret pride in Manuel's address, for it was evident that the +former positions were renewed. + +The timid boy who had feared the sarcastic tongue of his guardian's +guest, and shrunk from his presence to conceal the jealousy that was his +jest, now stood beside his formal rival, serene and self-possessed, by +far the manliest man of the two, for no shame daunted him, no fear +oppressed him, no dishonorable deed left him at the mercy of another's +tongue. + +Gilbert Redmond felt this keenly, and cursed the falsehood which had +placed him in such an unenviable position. It was vain to assume the old +superiority that was forfeited; but too much a man of the world to be +long discomforted by any contretemps like this, he rapidly regained his +habitual ease of manner, and avoiding the perilous past clung to the +safer present, hoping, by some unguarded look or word, to fathom the +purpose of his adversary, for such he knew the husband of Pauline must +be at heart. But Manuel schooled his features, curbed his tongue, and +when his hot blood tempted him to point his smooth speech with a taunt, +or offer a silent insult with the eye, he remembered Pauline, looked +down on the graceful head below, and forgot all other passions in that +of love. + +“Gilbert, my shawl. The sea air chills me.” + +“I forgot it, Babie.” + +“Allow me to supply the want.” + +Mindful of his wife's commands, Manuel seized this opportunity to win a +glance of commendation from her. And taking the downy mantle that hung +upon his arm, he wrapped the frail girl in it with a care that made the +act as cordial as courteous. Mrs. Redmond felt the charm of his manner +with the quickness of a woman, and sent a reproachful glance at Gilbert +as she said plaintively, “Ah! It is evident that my honeymoon is over, +and the assiduous lover replaced by the negligent husband. Enjoy your +midsummer night's dream while you may, Pauline, and be ready for the +awakening that must come.” + +“Not to her, madame, for our honeymoon shall last till the golden +wedding day comes round. Shall it not, cariña?” + +“There is no sign of waning yet, Manuel,” and Pauline looked up into her +husband's face with a genuine affection which made her own more +beautiful and filled his with a visible content. Gilbert read the +glance, and in that instant suffered the first pang of regret that +Pauline had foretold. He spoke abruptly, longing to be away. + +“Babie, we may dance now, if you will.” + +“I am going, but not with you--so give me my fan, and entertain Pauline +till my return.” + +He unclosed his hand, but the delicately carved fan fell at his feet in +a shower of ivory shreds--he had crushed it as he watched his first love +with the bitter thought “It might have been!” + +“Forgive me, Babie, it was too frail for use; you should choose a +stronger.” + +“I will next time, and a gentler hand to hold it. Now, Monsieur Laroche, +I am ready.” + +Mrs. Redmond rose in a small bustle of satisfaction, shook out her +flounces, glanced at the mirror, then Manuel led her away; and the other +pair were left alone. Both felt a secret agitation quicken their breath +and thrill along their nerves, but the woman concealed it best. +Gilbert's eye wandered restlessly to and fro, while Pauline fixed her +own on his as quietly as if he were the statue in the niche behind him. +For a moment he tried to seem unconscious of it, then essayed to meet +and conquer it, but failed signally and, driven to his last resources by +that steady gaze, resolved to speak out and have all over before his +wife's return. Assuming the seat beside her, he said, impetuously, +“Pauline, take off your mask as I do mine--we are alone now, and may see +each other as we are.” + +Leaning deep into the crimson curve of the couch, with the indolent +grace habitual to her, yet in strong contrast to the vigilant gleam of +her eye, she swept her hand across her face as if obeying him, yet no +change followed, as she said with a cold smile, “It is off; what next?” + +“Let me understand you. Did my letter reach your hands?” + +“A week before my marriage.” + +He drew a long breath of relief, yet a frown gathered as he asked, like +one loath and eager to be satisfied, “Your love died a natural death, +then, and its murder does not lie at my door?” + +Pointing to the shattered toy upon the ground, she only echoed his own +words. “It was too frail for use--I chose a stronger.” + +It wounded, as she meant it should; and the evil spirit to whose +guidance she had yielded herself exulted to see his self-love bleed, and +pride vainly struggle to conceal the stab. He caught the expression in +her averted glance, bent suddenly a fixed and scrutinizing gaze upon +her, asking, below his breath, “Then why are you here to tempt me with +the face that tempted me a year ago?” + +“I came to see the woman to whom you sold yourself. I have seen her, and +am satisfied.” + +Such quiet contempt iced her tones, such pitiless satisfaction shone +through the long lashes that swept slowly down, after her eye had met +and caused his own to fall again, that Gilbert's cheek burned as if the +words had been a blow, and mingled shame and anger trembled in his +voice. + +“Ah, you are quick to read our secret, for you possess the key. Have you +no fear that I may read your own, and tell the world you sold your +beauty for a name and fortune? Your bargain is a better one than mine, +but I know you too well, though your fetters are diamonds and your +master a fond boy.” + +She had been prepared for this, and knew she had a shield in the real +regard she bore her husband, for though sisterly, it was sincere. She +felt its value now, for it gave her courage to confront the spirit of +retaliation she had roused, and calmness to answer the whispered taunt +with an unruffled mien, as lifting her white arm she let its single +decoration drop glittering to her lap. + +“You see my 'fetters' are as loose as they are light, and nothing binds +me but my will. Read my heart, if you can. You will find there contempt +for a love so poor that it feared poverty; pity for a man who dared not +face the world and conquer it, as a girl had done before him, and +gratitude that I have found my 'master' in a truehearted boy, not a +falsehearted man. If I am a slave, I never know it. Can you say as +much?” + +Her woman's tongue avenged her, and Gilbert owned his defeat. Pain +quenched the ire of his glance, remorse subdued his pride, +self-condemnation compelled him to ask, imploringly, “Pauline, when may +I hope for pardon?” + +“Never.” + +The stern utterance of the word dismayed him, and, like one shut out +from hope, he rose, as if to leave her, but paused irresolutely, looked +back, then sank down again, as if constrained against his will by a +longing past control. If she had doubted her power this action set the +doubt at rest, as the haughtiest nature she had known confessed it by a +bittersweet complaint. Eyeing her wistfully, tenderly, Gilbert murmured, +in the voice of long ago, “Why do I stay to wound and to be wounded by +the hand that once caressed me? Why do I find more pleasure in your +contempt than in another woman's praise, and feel myself transported +into the delights of that irrecoverable past, now grown the sweetest, +saddest memory of my life? Send me away, Pauline, before the old charm +asserts its power, and I forget that I am not the happy lover of a year +ago.” + +“Leave me then, Gilbert. Good night.” + +Half unconsciously, the former softness stole into her voice as it +lingered on his name. The familiar gesture accompanied the words, the +old charm did assert itself, and for an instant changed the cold woman +into the ardent girl again. Gilbert did not go but, with a hasty glance +down the deserted hall behind him, captured and kissed the hand he had +lost, passionately whispering, “Pauline, I love you still, and that look +assures me that you have forgiven, forgotten, and kept a place for me in +that deep heart of yours. It is too late to deny it. I have seen the +tender eyes again, and the sight has made me the proudest, happiest man +that walks the world tonight, slave though I am.” + +Over cheek and forehead rushed the treacherous blood as the violet eyes +filled and fell before his own, and in the glow of mingled pain and fear +that stirred her blood, Pauline, for the first time, owned the peril of +the task she had set herself, saw the dangerous power she possessed, and +felt the buried passion faintly moving in its grave. Indignant at her +own weakness, she took refuge in the memory of her wrong, controlled the +rebel color, steeled the front she showed him, and with feminine skill +mutely conveyed the rebuke she would not trust herself to utter, by +stripping the glove from the hand he had touched and dropping it +disdainfully as if unworthy of its place. Gilbert had not looked for +such an answer, and while it baffled him it excited his man's spirit to +rebel against her silent denial. With a bitter laugh he snatched up the +glove. + +“I read a defiance in your eye as you flung this down. I accept the +challenge, and will keep gage until I prove myself the victor. I have +asked for pardon. You refuse it. I have confessed my love. You scorn it. +I have possessed myself of your secret, yet you deny it. Now we will try +our strength together, and leave those children to their play.” + +“We are the children, and we play with edge tools. There has been enough +of this, there must be no more.” Pauline rose with her haughtiest mien, +and the brief command, “Take me to Manuel.” + +Silently Gilbert offered his arm, and silently she rejected it. + +“Will you accept nothing from me?” + +“Nothing.” + +Side by side they passed through the returning throng till Mrs. Redmond +joined them, looking blithe and bland with the exhilaration of gallantry +and motion. Manuel's first glance was at Pauline, his second at her +companion; there was a shadow upon the face of each, which seemed +instantly to fall upon his own as he claimed his wife with a masterful +satisfaction as novel as becoming, and which prompted her to whisper, +“You enact your role to the life, and shall enjoy a foretaste of your +reward at once. I want excitement; let us show these graceless, frozen +people the true art of dancing, and electrify them with the life and +fire of a Cuban valse.” + +Manuel kindled at once, and Pauline smiled stealthily as she glanced +over her shoulder from the threshold of the dancing hall, for her +slightest act, look, and word had their part to play in that night's +drama. + +“Gilbert, if you are tired I will go now.” + +“Thank you, I begin to find it interesting. Let us watch the dancers.” + +Mrs. Redmond accepted the tardy favor, wondering at his unwonted +animation, for never had she seen such eagerness in his countenance, +such energy in his manner as he pressed through the crowd and won a +place where they could freely witness one of those exhibitions of +fashionable figurante which are nightly to be seen at such resorts. Many +couples were whirling around the white hall, but among them one pair +circled with slowly increasing speed, in perfect time to the inspiring +melody of trumpet, flute, and horn, that seemed to sound for them alone. +Many paused to watch them, for they gave to the graceful pastime the +enchantment which few have skill enough to lend it, and made it a +spectacle of life-enjoying youth, to be remembered long after the music +ceased and the agile feet were still. + +Gilbert's arm was about his little wife to shield her from the pressure +of the crowd, and as they stood his hold unconsciously tightened, till, +marveling at this unwonted care, she looked up to thank him with a happy +glance and discovered that his eye rested on a single pair, kindling as +they approached, keenly scanning every gesture as they floated by, +following them with untiring vigilance through the many-colored mazes +they threaded with such winged steps, while his breath quickened, his +hand kept time, and every sense seemed to own the intoxication of the +scene. Sorrowfully she too watched this pair, saw their grace, admired +their beauty, envied their happiness; for, short as her wedded life had +been, the thorns already pierced her through the roses, and with each +airy revolution of those figures, dark and bright, her discontent +increased, her wonder deepened, her scrutiny grew keener, for she knew +no common interest held her husband there, fascinated, flushed, and +excited as if his heart beat responsive to the rhythmic rise and fall of +that booted foot and satin slipper. The music ended with a crash, the +crowd surged across the floor, and the spell was broken. Like one but +half disenchanted, Gilbert stood a moment, then remembered his wife, and +looking down met brown eyes, full of tears, fastened on his face. + +“Tired so soon, Babie? Or in a pet because I cannot change myself into a +thistledown and float about with you, like Manuel and Pauline?” + +“Neither; I was only wishing that you loved me as he loves her, and +hoping he would never tire of her, they are so fond and charming now. +How long have you known them--and where?” + +“I shall have no peace until I tell you. I passed a single summer with +them in a tropical paradise, where we swung half the day in hammocks, +under tamarind and almond trees; danced half the night to music, of +which this seems but a faint echo; and led a life of luxurious delight +in an enchanted climate, where all is so beautiful and brilliant that +its memory haunts a life as pressed flowers sweeten the leaves of a dull +book.” + +“Why did you leave it then?” + +“To marry you, child.” + +“That was a regretful sigh, as if I were not worth the sacrifice. Let us +go back and enjoy it together.” + +“If you were dying for it, I would not take you to Cuba. It would be +purgatory, not paradise, now.” + +“How stern you look, how strangely you speak. Would you not go to save +your own life, Gilbert?” + +“I would not cross the room to do that, much less the sea.” + +“Why do you both love and dread it? Don't frown, but tell me. I have a +right to know.” + +“Because the bitterest blunder of my life was committed there--a blunder +that I never can repair in this world, and may be damned for in the +next. Rest satisfied with this, Babie, lest you prove like Bluebeard's +wife, and make another skeleton in my closet, which has enough already.” + +Strange regret was in his voice, strange gloom fell upon his face; but +though rendered doubly curious by the change, Mrs. Redmond dared not +question further and, standing silent, furtively scanned the troubled +countenance beside her. Gilbert spoke first, waking out of his sorrowful +reverie with a start. + +“Pauline is coming. Say adieu, not au revoir, for tomorrow we must leave +this place.” + +His words were a command, his aspect one of stern resolve, though the +intensest longing mingled with the dark look he cast on the approaching +pair. The tone, the glance displeased his willful wife, who loved to use +her power and exact obedience where she had failed to win affection, +often ruling imperiously when a tender word would have made her happy to +submit. + +“Gilbert, you take no thought for my pleasures though you pursue your +own at my expense. Your neglect forces me to find solace and +satisfaction where I can, and you have forfeited your right to command +or complain. I love Pauline, I am happy with her, therefore I shall stay +until we tire of one another. I am a burden to you; go if you will.” + +“You know I cannot without you, Babie. I ask it as a favor. For my sake, +for your own, I implore you to come away.” + +“Gilbert, do you love her?” + +She seized his arm and forced an answer by the energy of her sharply +whispered question. He saw that it was vain to dissemble, yet replied +with averted head, “I did and still remember it.” + +“And she? Did she return your love?” + +“I believed so; but she forgot me when I went. She married Manuel and is +happy. Babie, let me go!” + +“No! you shall stay and feel a little of the pain I feel when I look +into your heart and find I have no place there. It is this which has +stood between us and made all my efforts vain. I see it now and despise +you for the falsehood you have shown me, vowing you loved no one but me +until I married you, then letting me so soon discover that I was only an +encumbrance to your enjoyment of the fortune I possessed. You treat me +like a child, but I suffer like a woman, and you shall share my +suffering, because you might have spared me, and you did not. Gilbert, +you shall stay.” + +“Be it so, but remember I have warned you.” + +An exultant expression broke through the gloom of her husband's face as +he answered with the grim satisfaction of one who gave restraint to the +mind, and stood ready to follow whatever impulse should sway him next. +His wife trembled inwardly at what she had done, but was too proud to +recall her words and felt a certain bitter pleasure in the excitement of +the new position she had taken, the new interest given to her listless +life. + +Pauline and Manuel found them standing silently together, for a moment +had done the work of years and raised a barrier between them never to be +swept away. + +Mrs. Redmond spoke first, and with an air half resentful, half +triumphant: + +“Pauline, this morose husband of mine says we must leave tomorrow. But +in some things I rule; this is one of them. Therefore we remain and go +with you to the mountains when we are tired of the gay life here. So +smile and submit, Gilbert, else these friends will count your society no +favor. Would you not fancy, from the aspect he thinks proper to assume, +that I had sentenced him to a punishment, not a pleasure?” + +“Perhaps you have unwittingly, Babie. Marriage is said to cancel the +follies of the past, but not those of the future, I believe; and, as +there are many temptations to an idle man in a place like this, +doubtless your husband is wise enough to own that he dares not stay but +finds discretion the better part of valor.” + +Nothing could be softer than the tone in which these words were uttered, +nothing sharper than the hidden taunt conveyed, but Gilbert only laughed +a scornful laugh as he fixed his keen eyes full upon her and took her +bouquet with the air of one assuming former rights. + +“My dear Pauline, discretion is the last virtue I should expect to be +accused of by you; but if valor consists in daring all things, I may lay +claim to it without its 'better part,' for temptation is my delight--the +stronger the better. Have no fears for me, my friend. I gladly accept +Babie's decree and, ignoring the last ten years, intend to begin life +anew, having discovered a sauce piquante which will give the stalest +pleasures a redoubled zest. I am unfortunate tonight, and here is a +second wreck; this I can rebuild happily. Allow me to do so, for I +remember you once praised my skill in floral architecture.” + +With an air of eager gallantry in strange contrast to the malign +expression of his countenance, Gilbert knelt to regather the flowers +which a careless gesture of his own had scattered from their jeweled +holder. His wife turned to speak to Manuel, and, yielding to the +unconquerable anxiety his reckless manner awoke, Pauline whispered below +her breath as she bent as if to watch the work, “Gilbert, follow your +first impulse, and go tomorrow.” + +“Nothing shall induce me to.” + +“I warn you harm will come of it.” “Let it come; I am past fear now.” + +“Shun me for Babie's sake, if not for your own.” + +“Too late for that; she is headstrong--let her suffer.” + +“Have you no power, Gilbert?” + +“None over her, much over you.” + +“We will prove that!” + +“We will!” Rapidly as words could shape them, these questions and +answers fell, and with their utterance the last generous feeling died in +Pauline's breast; for as she received the flowers, now changed from a +love token to a battle gage, she saw the torn glove still crushed in +Gilbert's hand, and silently accepted his challenge to the tournament so +often held between man and woman--a tournament where the keen tongue is +the lance, pride the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the hardest +heart the winner of the prize, which seldom fails to prove a barren +honor, ending in remorse. + + + +Chapter III + +For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for a +daily drive, a twilight saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to the +ballroom, there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which they +both excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the hotel, +and from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all the charms +of home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of poetry and peace +that pervaded the nest which Love, the worker of miracles, had built +himself even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers in the halls or along +the breezy verandas often paused to listen to the music of instrument or +voice which came floating out from these sequestered rooms. Frequent +laughter and the murmur of conversation proved that ennui was unknown, +and a touch of romance inevitably enhanced the interest wakened by the +beautiful young pair, always together, always happy, never weary of the +dolce far niente of this summer life. + +In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by blossoming +shrubs and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous shade, +Pauline lay indolently swinging in a gaily fringed hammock as she had +been wont to do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the luxury of +motion which now failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put down the +book to which she no longer listened and, leaning his head upon his +hand, sat watching her as she swayed to and fro with thoughtful eyes +intent upon the sea, whose murmurous voice possessed a charm more +powerful than his own. Suddenly he spoke: + +“Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east and +west to find this man, yet when found you shun him and seem content to +make my life a heaven upon earth. I sometimes fancy that you have +resolved to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born, for +in moments like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me, the +old purpose is unchanged, and I marvel why you pause.” + +Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an +intelligence which deepened his perplexity. “You have not learned to +know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. +This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been +one of constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word +of mine has been without effect. At first I secluded myself that Gilbert +might contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one +another, find impotent regret his daily portion. Three days ago accident +placed an unexpected weapon in my hand which I have used in silence, +lest in spite of promises you should rebel and end his trial too soon. +Have you no suspicion of my meaning?” + +“None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth, believe +you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your spells work +invisibly.” + +“They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to you. +Take my lorgnette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the green +grapes hang thickest, look up at the little window in the shadowy angle +of the low roof opposite, and tell me what you see.” + +“Nothing but a half-drawn curtain.” + +“Ah! I must try the ruse that first convinced me. Do not show yourself, +but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish.” + +Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent over the balcony as if to gather +the climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind. Before +the third stem was broken Manuel whispered, “I see the curtain move; now +comes the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright object in +it. Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if you were a +lady in a balcony. What prying rascal is it?” + +“Gilbert.” + +“Impossible! He is a gentleman.” + +“If gentlemen play the traitor and the spy, then he is one. I am not +mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I have +watched covertly, and several trials as successful as the present have +confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his long +absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these rooms +with the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and let you +sing and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned upon your +shoulder? Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony a little +stage for the performance of our version of the honeymoon for one +spectator?” + +Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been fastening the +roses in her bosom as she spoke, and ended with a silvery laugh that +made the silence musical with its heartsome sound. As she paused, Manuel +flung down the lorgnette and was striding past her with ireful +impetuosity, but the white arms took him captive, adding another figure +to the picture framed by the green arch as she whispered decisively, “No +farther! There must be no violence. You promised obedience and I exact +it. Do you think detection to a man so lost to honor would wound as +deeply as the sights which make his daily watch a torment? Or that a +blow would be as hard to bear as the knowledge that his own act has +placed you where you are and made him what he is? Silent contempt is the +law now, so let this insult pass, unclench your hand and turn that +defiant face to me, while I console you for submission with a kiss.” + +He yielded to the command enforced by the caress but drew her jealously +from sight, and still glanced rebelliously through the leaves, asking +with a frown, “Why show me this if I may not resent it? How long must I +bear with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall mar it in some +moment when hatred of him conquers love of you.” + +“I will, for it is tune, because though I have taken the first step you +must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action +pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer +for my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile the time. Long +ago you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it then, +now I can believe anything, and you can convince the world of this vice +of his as speedily as you will.” + +“Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I also +told you that he was suspected of dishonorable play--shall I load the +dice and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares?” + +Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed at the task assigned +him; womanly wiles seemed more degrading than the masculine method of +retaliation, in which strength replaces subtlety and speedier vengeance +brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast learning to play upon +that mysterious instrument, the human heart, knew when to stimulate and +when to soothe. + +“Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than your +own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put your +life and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling is forbidden +here, he would not hesitate to break all laws, human or divine, if by so +doing he could separate us. What would you gain by it? If you kill him +he is beyond our reach forever, and a crime remains to be atoned for. If +he kill you your blood will be upon my head, and where should I find +consolation for the loss of the one heart always true and tender?” + +With the inexplicable prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming +ills, she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before +her, but he only saw the solicitude it was a sweet surprise to find he +had awakened, and in present pleasure forgot past pain. + +“You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you +from, rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your +ways are not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall be +such as you decree.” + +“Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances have +molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that shall +leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that which +you refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard room an +hour ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same fascination as +himself. Your skill in games of chance excels his, as you proved at home +where these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect by being openly +enjoyed. Therefore I would have you whet this appetite of his by losing +freely at first--he will take a grim delight in lessening the fortune he +covets--then exert all your skill till he is deeply in your debt. He has +nothing but what is doled out to him by Babie's father, I find; he dare +not ask help there for such a purpose; other resources have failed else +he would not have married; and if the sum be large enough, it lays him +under an obligation which will be a thorn in his flesh, the sharper for +your knowledge of his impotence to draw it out. When this is done, or +even while it is in progress, I would have you add the pain of a new +jealousy to the old. He neglects this young wife of his, and she is +eager to recover the affections she believes she once possessed. Help +her, and teach Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young, +comely, accomplished, and possessed of many graces more attractive than +you are conscious of; your southern birth and breeding gift you with a +winning warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures +around you; and your love for me lends an almost tender deference to +your intercourse with all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and +show her husband what he should be; I have no fear of losing your heart +nor need you fear for hers; she is one of those spaniel-like creatures +who love the hand that strikes them and fawn upon the foot that spurns +them.” + +“Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo Babie, +what will you do, Pauline?” + +“Let Gilbert woo me--have patience till you understand my meaning; he +still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not +undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own in +words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's happiness +on baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude no longer, +leaving me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the same. He shall +follow me undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all ties; shall stake +his last throw and lose it, for when the crowning moment comes I shall +show him that through me he is made bankrupt in love, honor, liberty, +and hope, tell him I am yours entirely and forever, then vanish like an +ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness of despair and defeat. Is not +this a better retribution than the bullet that would give him peace at +once?” + +Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at the +baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all generous +impulses, withering all gentle charities, and making her the saddest +spectacle this world can show--one human soul rebelling against +Providence, to become the nemesis of another. Involuntarily he recoiled +from her, exclaiming, “Pauline! Are you possessed of a devil?” + +“Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and sorrow +mental ingenuity can conceive and inflict has been heaped on that man's +head. I thought I should be satisfied with one accusing look, one bitter +word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose cannot be recaptured. +Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I have +come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess will +ban, not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield them as weapons which +may win me success at the price of my salvation. It is not yet too late +for you to shun the spiritual contagion I bear about me. Choose now, and +abide by that choice without a shadow of turning, as I abide by mine. +Take me as I am; help me willingly and unwillingly; and in the end +receive the promised gift--years like the days you have called heaven +upon earth. Or retract the vows you plighted, receive again the heart +and name you gave me, and live unvexed by the stormy nature time alone +can tame. Here is the ring. Shall I restore or keep it, Manuel?” + +Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of +will, daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by intensity +of emotion, voice half sad, half stern, and outstretched hand on which +the wedding ring no longer shone. She felt her power, yet was wary +enough to assure it by one bold appeal to the strongest element of her +husband's character: passions, not principles, were the allies she +desired, and before the answer came she knew that she had gained them at +the cost of innocence and self-respect. + +As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own +settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the +air of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the +ring, resolutely accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love, +only saying as he had said before, “Soul and body, I belong to you; do +with me as you will.” + +A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under the +pretext of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week, that +Manuel might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she set him. +He submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no tidings of his +progress, told her nothing when they met that night, and had left her an +hour before asking her to have patience till he could show his finished +work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear alert to catch the coming +step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes and fears, she sat waiting +with the vigilant immobility of an Indian on the watch. She had not long +to look and listen. Manuel entered hastily, locked the door, closed the +windows, dropped the curtains, then paused in the middle of the room and +broke into a low, triumphant laugh as he eyed his wife with an +expression she had never seen in those dear eyes before. It startled +her, and, scarcely knowing what to desire or dread, she asked eagerly, +“You are come to tell me you have prospered.” + +“Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and lead +the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do. I am +tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have told +all say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied.” + +He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his head +in her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and continued in a +muffled voice. + +“You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to play, +and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the satisfaction +you foretold, till, obeying your commands, I ceased losing and won sums +which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not idle, and in the effort +to extricate himself, Gilbert plunged deeper into debt; for my desire to +please you seemed to gift me with redoubled skill. Two days ago I +refused to continue the unequal conflict, telling him to give himself no +uneasiness, for I could wait. You were right in thinking it would +oppress him to be under any obligation to me, but wrong in believing he +would endure, and will hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took +to free himself. That night he played falsely, was detected, and though +his opponent generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair +stole out--he is shunned and this resource has failed. I thought he had +no other, but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of +relief, discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my +friendship with his wife was not approved by him and must cease. This +proves that I have obeyed you in all things, though the comforting of +Babie was an easy task, for, both loving you, our bond of sympathy and +constant theme has been Pauline and her perfections.” + +“Hush! No praise--it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy has made; +I may yet learn to be worthy of another man's devotion. What more, +Manuel?” + +“I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has given +me a strange success. At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert. +He was absent, but upon offering information relative to the time of his +return, which proved my intimacy with him, this Seguin entered into +conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and +waylay her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat +closely concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my suspicions +were roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly discharged, I +received a confidence that startled me. In a moment of despair Gilbert +had forged the name of his former friend, whom he believed abroad, had +drawn the money and freed himself from my power, but not for long. The +good fortune which has led him safely through many crooked ways seems to +have deserted him in this strait. For the forgery was badly executed, +inspection raised doubts, and Seguin, just returned, was at his banker's +an hour after Gilbert, to prove the fraud; he came hither at once to +accuse him of it and made me his confidant. What would you have had me +do, Pauline? Time was short, and I could not wait for you.” + +“How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?” + +“Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation, punishment, and power +in my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the money, +secured the forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the matter in +my hands, while he departed as quietly as he had come. Babie's presence +when we met tonight prevented my taking you into my counsels. I had +prepared this surprise for you and felt a secret pride in working it out +alone. An hour ago I went to watch for Gilbert. He came, I took him to +his rooms, told him what I had done, added that compassion for his wife +had actuated me. I left him saying the possession of the check was a +full equivalent for the money, which I now declined to receive from such +dishonorable hands. Are you satisfied, Pauline?” + +With countenance and gestures full of exultation she sprang up to pace +the room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, “Yes, that stroke +was superb! How strangely the plot thickens. Surely the powers of +darkness are working with us and have put this weapon in our hands when +that I forged proved useless. By means of this we have a hold upon him +which nothing can destroy unless he escape by death. Will he, Manuel?” + +“No; there was more wrath than shame in his demeanor when I accused him. +He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only possessor of +this fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me; for if ever +there was murder in a man's heart it was in his when I showed him that +paper and then replaced it next the little poniard you smile at me for +wearing. This is over. What next, my queen?” + +There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or aspect, +as, still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head upon his +arm and turned toward her a face already worn and haggard with the +feverish weariness that had usurped the blithe serenity which had been +his chiefest charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as if +arrested by the change that seemed to strike her suddenly, she recalled +her thoughts from the dominant idea of her life and, remembering the +youth she was robbing of its innocent delights, answered the wistful +look which betrayed the hunger of a heart she had never truly fed, as +she knelt beside her husband and, laying her soft cheek to his, +whispered in her tenderest accents, “I am not wholly selfish or +ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing to you, and tomorrow +we will go away among the hills and leave behind us for a time the dark +temptation which harms you through me.” + +“No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if we +pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess only the +shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end this devil's +work without delay. Hark! What is that?” + +Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then beat +impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill +importunity, “Let me in! Oh, let me in!” + +Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed, with +streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's arms, +crying incoherently, “Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to him; he +said I was a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been born!” + +“What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us +comfort and protect you if we can.” + +But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a +despairing vehemence sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed her; +and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest at +Manuel, who stood before them, as if sure of redress from him. + +“When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty, and, +though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would be +displeased to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of +the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices woke me. I +heard Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells me; +therefore we are alone here. What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?' +That tempted me to listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and +misery you so generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you, +ever love and honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and +forlorn as I?” + +“I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here with +such an air of fright and fear?” + +“When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of +something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed from +me so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce temper of +his grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said such cruel +things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come to you, for +I was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that seemed like oil to +fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he struck me! See, if I do +not tell the living truth!” + +Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve of +her wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set his +teeth and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant exclamation +and the brief question, “Then you left him, Babie?” + +“Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the +right to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly +along the balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to you. +He will come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to suffer any +more?” + +In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel with +a cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A comprehensive +glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the hardihood wherewith to +confront the three, saying sternly as he beckoned, “Babie, I am waiting +for you.” + +She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only +hope. A glance from Pauline checked the fiery words trembling on his +lips, and he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that +amazed him: + +“Your wife has chosen us her guardians, and I think you will scarcely +venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these to prove +that you have forfeited your right to her obedience and justify the step +she has taken.” + +With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held the +forgery before him. For a moment Gilbert stood daunted by these mute +accusations, but just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and +believing that he could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through +her husband, he ignored her presence and, turning to the young man, +asked significantly, “Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and +prefer to abide by the consequences of such an act?” + +Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling creature +closer, and answered with his haughtiest mien, “I do; spare yourself the +labor of insulting me, for having placed yourself beyond the reach of a +gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from a--” + +A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious word, as Babie, true +woman through it all, whispered with a broken sob, “Spare him, for I +loved him once.” + +Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this generous +forbearance wrung it with a momentary pang of genuine remorse, too +swiftly followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost if through his +wife he could retain a hold upon the pair which now possessed for him +the strong attraction of both love and hate. In that brief pause this +thought came, was accepted and obeyed, for, as if yielding to an +uncontrollable impulse of penitent despair, he stretched his arms to his +wife, saying humbly, imploringly, “Babie, come back to me, and teach me +how I may retrieve the past. I freely confess I bitterly repent my +manifold transgressions, and submit to your decree alone; but in +executing justice, oh, remember mercy! Remember that I was too early +left fatherless, motherless, and went astray for want of some kind heart +to guide and cherish me. There is still time. Be compassionate and save +me from myself. Am I not punished enough? Must death be my only +comforter? Babie, when all others cast me off, will you too forsake me?” + +“No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still be +happy!” + +Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the hand that +struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully returned to the arms from which she +had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever received from him +welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet dead, for Gilbert felt +the value this once neglected possession had suddenly acquired, and he +held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle touch and tone, could not +forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators of the scene. + +Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of +intelligence toward her husband, as she said, “Did I not prophesy truly, +Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us a happier +wife than the one now sobbing on your shoulder. Babie, good night and +farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning.” + +“Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you pity +me and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at home, +and places like this will seem so desolate when you and Manuel are gone. +May we, can we be with you a little longer?” + +“If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear much +for your sake, my poor child.” + +Pauline's eye said, “Dare you go?” and Gilbert's answered, “Yes,” as the +two met with a somber fire in each; but his lips replied, “Anywhere with +you, Babie,” and Manuel took Mrs. Redmond's hand with a graceful warmth +that touched her deeper than his words. + +“Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's friends +are mine.” + +“Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I have +nothing to return but this,” and, like a grateful child, she lifted up +her innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall head to +receive the kiss she offered. + +Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously at the sight, but he never +spoke; and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried +his little wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were +banished by returning love. + +“Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread. Heaven +grant she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence prove no sham.” + Manuel paused suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable impulse, +Pauline laid a hand on either shoulder and searched his face with an +expression which baffled his comprehension, though he bore it steadily +till her eyes fell before his own, when he asked smilingly: + +“Is the doubt destroyed, cariña?” + +“No; it is laid asleep.” + +Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown +offense, she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear +to find Babie's kiss upon his lips? + + + +Chapter IV + +The work of weeks is soon recorded, and when another month was gone +these were the changes it had wrought. The four so strangely bound +together by ties of suffering and sin went on their way, to the world's +eye, blessed with every gracious gift, but below the tranquil surface +rolled that undercurrent whose mysterious tides ebb and flow in human +hearts unfettered by race or rank or time. Gilbert was a good actor, +but, though he curbed his fitful temper, smoothed his mien, and +sweetened his manner, his wife soon felt the vanity of hoping to recover +that which never had been hers. Silently she accepted the fact and, +uttering no complaint, turned to others for the fostering warmth without +which she could not live. Conscious of a hunger like her own, Manuel +could offer her sincerest sympathy, and soon learned to find a troubled +pleasure in the knowledge that she loved him and her husband knew it, +for his life of the emotions was rapidly maturing the boy into the man, +as the fierce ardors of his native skies quicken the growth of wondrous +plants that blossom in a night. Mrs. Redmond, as young in character as +in years, felt the attraction of a nature generous and sweet, and +yielded to it as involuntarily as an unsupported vine yields to the wind +that blows it to the strong arms of a tree, still unconscious that a +warmer sentiment than gratitude made his companionship the sunshine of +her life. Pauline saw this, and sometimes owned within herself that she +had evoked spirits which she could not rule, but her purpose drove her +on, and in it she found a charm more perilously potent than before. +Gilbert watched the three with a smile darker than a frown, yet no +reproach warned his wife of the danger which she did not see; no jealous +demonstration roused Manuel to rebel against the oppression of a +presence so distasteful to him; no rash act or word gave Pauline power +to banish him, though the one desire of his soul became the discovery of +the key to the inscrutable expression of her eyes as they followed the +young pair, whose growing friendship left their mates alone. Slowly her +manner softened toward him, pity seemed to bridge across the gulf that +lay between them, and in rare moments time appeared to have retraced its +steps, leaving the tender woman of a year ago. Nourished by such +unexpected hope, the early passion throve and strengthened until it +became the mastering ambition of his life, and, only pausing to make +assurance doubly sure, he waited the advent of the hour when he could +“put his fortune to the touch and win or lose it all.” + +“Manuel, are you coming?” + +He was lying on the sward at Mrs. Redmond's feet, and, waking from the +reverie that held him, while his companion sang the love lay he was +teaching her, he looked up to see his wife standing on the green slope +before him. A black lace scarf lay over her blonde hair as Spanish women +wear their veils, below it the violet eyes shone clear, the cheek glowed +with the color fresh winds had blown upon their paleness, the lips +parted with a wistful smile, and a knot of bright-hued leaves upon her +bosom made a mingling of snow and fire in the dress, whose white folds +swept the grass. Against a background of hoary cliffs and somber pines, +this figure stood out like a picture of blooming womanhood, but Manuel +saw three blemishes upon it--Gilbert had sketched her with that shadowy +veil upon her head, Gilbert had swung himself across a precipice to +reach the scarlet nosegay for her breast, Gilbert stood beside her with +her hand upon his arm; and troubled by the fear that often haunted him +since Pauline's manner to himself had grown so shy and sad, Manuel +leaned and looked forgetful of reply, but Mrs. Redmond answered +blithely: + +“He is coming, but with me. You are too grave for us, so go your ways, +talking wisely of heaven and earth, while we come after, enjoying both +as we gather lichens, chase the goats, and meet you at the waterfall. +Now señor, put away guitar and book, for I have learned my lesson; so +help me with this unruly hair of mine and leave the Spanish for today.” + +They looked a pair of lovers as Manuel held back the long locks blowing +in the wind, while Babie tied her hat, still chanting the burthen of the +tender song she had caught so soon. A voiceless sigh stirred the ruddy +leaves on Pauline's bosom as she turned away, but Gilbert embodied it in +words, “They are happier without us. Let us go.” + +Neither spoke till they reached the appointed tryst. The others were not +there, and, waiting for them, Pauline sat on a mossy stone, Gilbert +leaned against the granite boulder beside her, and both silently +surveyed a scene that made the heart glow, the eye kindle with delight +as it swept down from that airy height, across valleys dappled with +shadow and dark with untrodden forests, up ranges of majestic mountains, +through gap after gap, each hazier than the last, far out into that sea +of blue which rolls around all the world. Behind them roared the +waterfall swollen with autumn rains and hurrying to pour itself into the +rocky basin that lay boiling below, there to leave its legacy of +shattered trees, then to dash itself into a deeper chasm, soon to be +haunted by a tragic legend and go glittering away through forest, field, +and intervale to join the river rolling slowly to the sea. Won by the +beauty and the grandeur of the scene, Pauline forgot she was not alone, +till turning, she suddenly became aware that while she scanned the face +of nature her companion had been scanning hers. What he saw there she +could not tell, but all restraint had vanished from his manner, all +reticence from his speech, for with the old ardor in his eye, the old +impetuosity in his voice, he said, leaning down as if to read her heart, +“This is the moment I have waited for so long. For now you see what I +see, that both have made a bitter blunder, and may yet repair it. Those +children love each other; let them love, youth mates them, fortune makes +them equals, fate brings them together that we may be free. Accept this +freedom as I do, and come out into the world with me to lead the life +you were born to enjoy.” + +With the first words he uttered Pauline felt that the time had come, and +in the drawing of a breath was ready for it, with every sense alert, +every power under full control, every feature obedient to the art which +had become a second nature. Gilbert had seized her hand, and she did not +draw it back; the sudden advent of the instant which must end her work +sent an unwonted color to her cheek, and she did avert it; the +exultation which flashed into her eyes made it unsafe to meet his own, +and they drooped before him as if in shame or fear, her whole face woke +and brightened with the excitement that stirred her blood. She did not +seek to conceal it, but let him cheat himself with the belief that love +touched it with such light and warmth, as she softly answered in a voice +whose accents seemed to assure his hope. + +“You ask me to relinquish much. What do you offer in return, Gilbert, +that I may not for a second time find love's labor lost?” + +It was a wily speech, though sweetly spoken, for it reminded him how +much he had thrown away, how little now remained to give, but her mien +inspired him, and nothing daunted, he replied more ardently than ever: + +“I can offer you a heart always faithful in truth though not in seeming, +for I never loved that child. I would give years of happy life to undo +that act and be again the man you trusted. I can offer you a name which +shall yet be an honorable one, despite the stain an hour's madness cast +upon it. You once taunted me with cowardice because I dared not face the +world and conquer it. I dare do that now; I long to escape from this +disgraceful servitude, to throw myself into the press, to struggle and +achieve for your dear sake. I can offer you strength, energy, +devotion--three gifts worthy any woman's acceptance who possesses power +to direct, reward, and enjoy them as you do, Pauline. Because with your +presence for my inspiration, I feel that I can retrieve my faultful +past, and with time become God's noblest work--an honest man. Babie +never could exert this influence over me. You can, you will, for now my +earthly hope is in your hands, my soul's salvation in your love.” + +If that love had not died a sudden death, it would have risen up to +answer him as the one sincere desire of an erring life cried out to her +for help, and this man, as proud as sinful, knelt down before her with a +passionate humility never paid at any other shrine, human or divine. It +seemed to melt and win her, for he saw the color ebb and flow, heard the +rapid beating of her heart, felt the hand tremble in his own, and +received no denial but a lingering doubt, whose removal was a keen +satisfaction to himself. + +“Tell me, before I answer, are you sure that Manuel loves Babie?” + +“I am; for every day convinces me that he has outlived the brief +delusion, and longs for liberty, but dares not ask it. Ah! that pricks +pride! But it is so. I have watched with jealous vigilance and let no +sign escape me; because in his infidelity to you lay my chief hope. Has +he not grown melancholy, cold, and silent? Does he not seek Babie and, +of late, shun you? Will he not always yield his place to me without a +token of displeasure or regret? Has he ever uttered reproach, warning, +or command to you, although he knows I was and am your lover? Can you +deny these proofs, or pause to ask if he will refuse to break the tie +that binds him to a woman, whose superiority in all things keeps him a +subject where he would be a king? You do not know the heart of man if +you believe he will not bless you for his freedom.” + +Like the cloud which just then swept across the valley, blotting out its +sunshine with a gloomy shadow, a troubled look flitted over Pauline's +face. But if the words woke any sleeping fear she cherished, it was +peremptorily banished, for scarcely had the watcher seen it than it was +gone. Her eyes still shone upon the ground, and still she prolonged the +bittersweet delight at seeing this humiliation of both soul and body by +asking the one question whose reply would complete her sad success. + +“Gilbert, do you believe I love you still?” + +“I know it! Can I not read the signs that proved it to me once? Can I +forget that, though you followed me to pity and despise, you have +remained to pardon and befriend? Am I not sure that no other power could +work the change you have wrought in me? I was learning to be content +with slavery, and slowly sinking into that indolence of will which makes +submission easy. I was learning to forget you, and be resigned to hold +the shadow when the substance was gone, but you came, and with a look +undid my work, with a word destroyed my hard-won peace, with a touch +roused the passion which was not dead but sleeping, and have made this +month of growing certainty to be the sweetest in my life--for I believed +all lost, and you showed me that all was won. Surely that smile is +propitious! and I may hope to hear the happy confirmation of my faith +from lips that were formed to say 'I love!'” + +She looked up then, and her eyes burned on him, with an expression which +made his heart leap with expectant joy, as over cheek and forehead +spread a glow of womanly emotion too genuine to be feigned, and her +voice thrilled with the fervor of that sentiment which blesses life and +outlives death. + +“Yes, I love; not as of old, with a girl's blind infatuation, but with +the warmth and wisdom of heart, mind, and soul--love made up of honor, +penitence and trust, nourished in secret by the better self which +lingers in the most tried and tempted of us, and now ready to blossom +and bear fruit, if God so wills. I have been once deceived, but faith +still endures, and I believe that I may yet earn this crowning gift of a +woman's life for the man who shall make my happiness as I make his--who +shall find me the prouder for past coldness, the humbler for past +pride--whose life shall pass serenely loving. And that beloved is--my +husband.” If she had lifted her white hand and stabbed him, with that +smile upon her face, it would not have shocked him with a more pale +dismay than did those two words as Pauline shook him off and rose up, +beautiful and stern as an avenging angel. Dumb with an amazement too +fathomless for words, he knelt there motionless and aghast. She did not +speak. And, passing his hand across his eyes as if he felt himself the +prey to some delusion, he rose slowly, asking, half incredulously, half +imploringly, “Pauline, this is a jest?” + +“To me it is; to you--a bitter earnest.” + +A dim foreboding of the truth fell on him then, and with it a strange +sense of fear; for in this apparition of human judgment he seemed to +receive a premonition of the divine. With a sudden gesture of something +like entreaty, he cried out, as if his fate lay in her hands, “How will +it end? how will it end?” + +“As it began--in sorrow, shame and loss.” Then, in words that fell hot +and heavy on the sore heart made desolate, she poured out the dark +history of the wrong and the atonement wrung from him with such pitiless +patience and inexorable will. No hard fact remained unrecorded, no +subtle act unveiled, no hint of her bright future unspared to deepen the +gloom of his. And when the final word of doom died upon the lips that +should have awarded pardon, not punishment, Pauline tore away the last +gift he had given, and dropping it to the rocky path, set her foot upon +it, as if it were the scarlet badge of her subjection to the evil spirit +which had haunted her so long, now cast out and crushed forever. + +Gilbert had listened with a slowly gathering despair, which deepened to +the blind recklessness that comes to those whose passions are their +masters, when some blow smites but cannot subdue. Pale to his very lips, +with the still white wrath, so much more terrible to witness than the +fiercest ebullition of the ire that flames and feeds like a sudden fire, +he waited till she ended, then used the one retaliation she had left +him. His hand went to his breast, a tattered glove flashed white against +the cliff as he held it up before her, saying, in a voice that rose +gradually till the last words sounded clear above the waterfall's wild +song: + +“It was well and womanly done, Pauline, and I could wish Manuel a happy +life with such a tender, frank, and noble wife; but the future which you +paint so well never shall be his. For, by the Lord that hears me! I +swear I will end this jest of yours in a more bitter earnest than you +prophesied. Look; I have worn this since the night you began the +conflict, which has ended in defeat to me, as it shall to you. I do not +war with women, but you shall have one man's blood upon your soul, for I +will goad that tame boy to rebellion by flinging this in his face and +taunting him with a perfidy blacker than my own. Will that rouse him to +forget your commands and answer like a man?” + +“Yes!” + +The word rang through the air sharp and short as a pistol shot, a +slender brown hand wrenched the glove away, and Manuel came between +them. Wild with fear, Mrs. Redmond clung to him. Pauline sprang before +him, and for a moment the two faced each other, with a year's smoldering +jealousy and hate blazing in fiery eyes, trembling in clenched hands, +and surging through set teeth in defiant speech. + +“This is the gentleman who gambles his friend to desperation, and skulks +behind a woman, like the coward he is,” sneered Gilbert. + +“Traitor and swindler, you lie!” shouted Manuel, and, flinging his wife +behind him, he sent the glove, with a stinging blow, full in his +opponent's face. + +Then the wild beast that lurks in every strong man's blood leaped up in +Gilbert Redmond's, as, with a single gesture of his sinewy right arm he +swept Manuel to the verge of the narrow ledge, saw him hang poised there +one awful instant, struggling to save the living weight that weighed him +down, heard a heavy plunge into the black pool below, and felt that +thrill of horrible delight which comes to murderers alone. + +So swift and sure had been the act it left no time for help. A rush, a +plunge, a pause, and then two figures stood where four had been--a man +and woman staring dumbly at each other, appalled at the dread silence +that made high noon more ghostly than the deepest night. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Pauline's Passion and Punishment + +Author: Louisa May Alcott + + +Release Date: June, 2005 [EBook #8384] +This file was first posted on July 5, 2003 +Last Updated: April 24, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAULINE'S PASSION AND PUNISHMENT *** + + + + +Produced by Beginners Projects, Laura Sabel and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + + + + + + + + +PAULINE'S PASSION + +and + +PUNISHMENT + + +by Louisa May Alcott + + + +Chapter I + +To and fro, like a wild creature in its cage, paced that handsome woman, +with bent head, locked hands, and restless steps. Some mental storm, +swift and sudden as a tempest of the tropics, had swept over her and +left its marks behind. As if in anger at the beauty now proved +powerless, all ornaments had been flung away, yet still it shone +undimmed, and filled her with a passionate regret. A jewel glittered at +her feet, leaving the lace rent to shreds on the indignant bosom that +had worn it; the wreaths of hair that had crowned her with a woman's +most womanly adornment fell disordered upon shoulders that gleamed the +fairer for the scarlet of the pomegranate flowers clinging to the bright +meshes that had imprisoned them an hour ago; and over the face, once so +affluent in youthful bloom, a stern pallor had fallen like a blight, for +pride was slowly conquering passion, and despair had murdered hope. + +Pausing in her troubled march, she swept away the curtain swaying in the +wind and looked out, as if imploring help from Nature, the great mother +of us all. A summer moon rode high in a cloudless heaven, and far as eye +could reach stretched the green wilderness of a Cuban _cafetal_. No +forest, but a tropical orchard, rich in lime, banana, plantain, palm, +and orange trees, under whose protective shade grew the evergreen coffee +plant, whose dark-red berries are the fortune of their possessor, and +the luxury of one-half the world. Wide avenues diverging from the +mansion, with its belt of brilliant shrubs and flowers, formed shadowy +vistas, along which, on the wings of the wind, came a breath of far-off +music, like a wooing voice; for the magic of night and distance lulled +the cadence of a Spanish _contradanza_ to a trance of sound, soft, +subdued, and infinitely sweet. It was a southern scene, but not a +southern face that looked out upon it with such unerring glance; there +was no southern languor in the figure, stately and erect; no southern +swarthiness on fairest cheek and arm; no southern darkness in the +shadowy gold of the neglected hair; the light frost of northern snows +lurked in the features, delicately cut, yet vividly alive, betraying a +temperament ardent, dominant, and subtle. For passion burned in the deep +eyes, changing their violet to black. Pride sat on the forehead, with +its dark brows; all a woman's sweetest spells touched the lips, whose +shape was a smile; and in the spirited carriage of the head appeared the +freedom of an intellect ripened under colder skies, the energy of a +nature that could wring strength from suffering, and dare to act where +feebler souls would only dare desire. + +Standing thus, conscious only of the wound that bled in that high heart +of hers, and the longing that gradually took shape and deepened to a +purpose, an alien presence changed the tragic atmosphere of that still +room and woke her from her dangerous mood. A wonderfully winning guise +this apparition wore, for youth, hope, and love endowed it with the +charm that gives beauty to the plainest, while their reign endures. A +boy in any other climate, in this his nineteen years had given him the +stature of a man; and Spain, the land of romance, seemed embodied in +this figure, full of the lithe slenderness of the whispering palms +overhead, the warm coloring of the deep-toned flowers sleeping in the +room, the native grace of the tame antelope lifting its human eyes to +his as he lingered on the threshold in an attitude eager yet timid, +watching that other figure as it looked into the night and found no +solace there. + +"Pauline!" + +She turned as if her thought had taken voice and answered her, regarded +him a moment, as if hesitating to receive the granted wish, then +beckoned with the one word. + +"Come!" + +Instantly the fear vanished, the ardor deepened, and with an imperious +"Lie down!" to his docile attendant, the young man obeyed with equal +docility, looking as wistfully toward his mistress as the brute toward +her master, while he waited proudly humble for her commands. + +"Manuel, why are you here?" + +"Forgive me! I saw Dolores bring a letter; you vanished, an hour passed, +I could wait no longer, and I came." + +"I am glad, I needed my one friend. Read that." + +She offered a letter, and with her steady eyes upon him, her purpose +strengthening as she looked, stood watching the changes of that +expressive countenance. This was the letter: + + +Pauline-- + +Six months ago I left you, promising to return and take you home my +wife; I loved you, but I deceived you; for though my heart was wholly +yours, my hand was not mine to give. This it was that haunted me through +all that blissful summer, this that marred my happiness when you owned +you loved me, and this drove me from you, hoping I could break the tie +with which I had rashly bound myself. I could not, I am married, and +there all ends. Hate me, forget me, solace your pride with the memory +that none knew your wrong, assure your peace with the knowledge that +mine is destroyed forever, and leave my punishment to remorse and time. + +Gilbert + + +With a gesture of wrathful contempt, Manuel flung the paper from him as +he flashed a look at his companion, muttering through his teeth, +"Traitor! Shall I kill him?" + +Pauline laughed low to herself, a dreary sound, but answered with a slow +darkening of the face that gave her words an ominous significance. "Why +should you? Such revenge is brief and paltry, fit only for mock +tragedies or poor souls who have neither the will to devise nor the will +to execute a better. There are fates more terrible than death; weapons +more keen than poniards, more noiseless than pistols. Women use such, +and work out a subtler vengeance than men can conceive. Leave Gilbert to +remorse--and me." + +She paused an instant, and by some strong effort banished the black +frown from her brow, quenched the baleful fire of her eyes, and left +nothing visible but the pale determination that made her beautiful face +more eloquent than her words. + +"Manuel, in a week I leave the island." + +"Alone, Pauline?" + +"No, not alone." + +A moment they looked into each other's eyes, each endeavoring to read +the other. Manuel saw some indomitable purpose, bent on conquering all +obstacles. Pauline saw doubt, desire, and hope; knew that a word would +bring the ally she needed; and, with a courage as native to her as her +pride, resolved to utter it. + +Seating herself, she beckoned her companion to assume the place beside +her, but for the first time he hesitated. Something in the unnatural +calmness of her manner troubled him, for his southern temperament was +alive to influences whose presence would have been unfelt by one less +sensitive. He took the cushion at her feet, saying, half tenderly, half +reproachfully, "Let me keep my old place till I know in what character I +am to fill the new. The man you trusted has deserted you; the boy you +pitied will prove loyal. Try him, Pauline." + +"I will." + +And with the bitter smile unchanged upon her lips, the low voice +unshaken in its tones, the deep eyes unwavering in their gaze, Pauline +went on: + +"You know my past, happy as a dream till eighteen. Then all was swept +away, home, fortune, friends, and I was left, like an unfledged bird, +without even the shelter of a cage. For five years I have made my life +what I could, humble, honest, but never happy, till I came here, for +here I saw Gilbert. In the poor companion of your guardian's daughter he +seemed to see the heiress I had been, and treated me as such. This +flattered my pride and touched my heart. He was kind, I grateful; then +he loved me, and God knows how utterly I loved him! A few months of +happiness the purest, then he went to make home ready for me, and I +believed him; for where I wholly love I wholly trust. While my own peace +was undisturbed, I learned to read the language of your eyes, Manuel, to +find the boy grown into the man, the friend warmed into a lover. Your +youth had kept me blind too long. Your society had grown dear to me, and +I loved you like a sister for your unvarying kindness to the solitary +woman who earned her bread and found it bitter. I told you my secret to +prevent the utterance of your own. You remember the promise you made me +then, keep it still, and bury the knowledge of my lost happiness deep in +your pitying heart, as I shall in my proud one. Now the storm is over, +and I am ready for my work again, but it must be a new task in a new +scene. I hate this house, this room, the faces I must meet, the duties I +must perform, for the memory of that traitor haunts them all. I see a +future full of interest, a stage whereon I could play a stirring part. I +long for it intensely, yet cannot make it mine alone. Manuel, do you +love me still?" + +Bending suddenly, she brushed back the dark hair that streaked his +forehead and searched the face that in an instant answered her. Like a +swift rising light, the eloquent blood rushed over swarthy cheek and +brow, the slumberous softness of the eyes kindled with a flash, and the +lips, sensitive as any woman's, trembled yet broke into a rapturous +smile as he cried, with fervent brevity, "I would die for you!" + +A look of triumph swept across her face, for with this boy, as +chivalrous as ardent, she knew that words were not mere breath. Still, +with her stern purpose uppermost, she changed the bitter smile into one +half-timid, half-tender, as she bent still nearer, "Manuel, in a week I +leave the island. Shall I go alone?" + +"No, Pauline." + +He understood her now. She saw it in the sudden paleness that fell on +him, heard it in the rapid beating of his heart, felt it in the strong +grasp that fastened on her hand, and knew that the first step was won. A +regretful pang smote her, but the dark mood which had taken possession +of her stifled the generous warnings of her better self and drove her +on. + +"Listen, Manuel. A strange spirit rules me tonight, but I will have no +reserves from you, all shall be told; then, if you will come, be it so; +if not, I shall go my way as solitary as I came. If you think that this +loss has broken my heart, undeceive yourself, for such as I live years +in an hour and show no sign. I have shed no tears, uttered no cry, asked +no comfort; yet, since I read that letter, I have suffered more than +many suffer in a lifetime. I am not one to lament long over any hopeless +sorrow. A single paroxysm, sharp and short, and it is over. Contempt has +killed my love, I have buried it, and no power can make it live again, +except as a pale ghost that will not rest till Gilbert shall pass +through an hour as bitter as the last." + +"Is that the task you give yourself, Pauline?" + +The savage element that lurks in southern blood leaped up in the boy's +heart as he listened, glittered in his eye, and involuntarily found +expression in the nervous grip of the hands that folded a fairer one +between them. Alas for Pauline that she had roused the sleeping devil, +and was glad to see it! + +"Yes, it is weak, wicked, and unwomanly; yet I persist as relentlessly +as any Indian on a war trail. See me as I am, not the gay girl you have +known, but a revengeful woman with but one tender spot now left in her +heart, the place you fill. I have been wronged, and I long to right +myself at once. Time is too slow; I cannot wait, for that man must be +taught that two can play at the game of hearts, taught soon and sharply. +I can do this, can wound as I have been wounded, can sting him with +contempt, and prove that I too can forget." + +"Go on, Pauline. Show me how I am to help you." + +"Manuel, I want fortune, rank, splendor, and power; you can give me all +these, and a faithful friend beside. I desire to show Gilbert the +creature he deserted no longer poor, unknown, unloved, but lifted higher +than himself, cherished, honored, applauded, her life one of royal +pleasure, herself a happy queen. Beauty, grace, and talent you tell me I +possess; wealth gives them luster, rank exalts them, power makes them +irresistible. Place these worldly gifts in my hand and that hand is +yours. See, I offer it." + +She did so, but it was not taken. Manuel had left his seat and now stood +before her, awed by the undertone of strong emotion in her calmly spoken +words, bewildered by the proposal so abruptly made, longing to ask the +natural question hovering on his lips, yet too generous to utter it. +Pauline read his thought, and answered it with no touch of pain or pride +in the magical voice that seldom spoke in vain. + +"I know your wish; it is as just as your silence is generous, and I +reply to it in all sincerity. You would ask, 'When I have given all that +I possess, what do I receive in return?' This--a wife whose friendship +is as warm as many a woman's love; a wife who will give you all the +heart still left her, and cherish the hope that time may bring a harvest +of real affection to repay you for the faithfulness of years; who, +though she takes the retribution of a wrong into her hands and executes +it in the face of heaven, never will forget the honorable name you give +into her keeping or blemish it by any act of hers. I can promise no +more. Will this content you, Manuel?" + +Before she ended his face was hidden in his hands, and tears streamed +through them as he listened, for like a true child of the south each +emotion found free vent and spent itself as swiftly as it rose. The +reaction was more than he could bear, for in a moment his life was +changed, months of hopeless longing were banished with a word, a +blissful yes canceled the hard no that had been accepted as inexorable, +and Happiness, lifting her full cup to his lips, bade him drink. A +moment he yielded to the natural relief, then dashed his tears away and +threw himself at Pauline's feet in that attitude fit only for a race as +graceful as impassioned. + +"Forgive me! Take all I have--fortune, name, and my poor self; use us as +you will, we are proud and happy to be spent for you! No service will be +too hard, no trial too long if in the end you learn to love me with one +tithe of the affection I have made my life. Do you mean it? Am I to go +with you? To be near you always, to call you wife, and know we are each +other's until death? What have I ever done to earn a fate like this?" + +Fast and fervently he spoke, and very winsome was the glad abandonment +of this young lover, half boy, half man, possessing the simplicity of +the one, the fervor of the other. Pauline looked and listened with a +soothing sense of consolation in the knowledge that this loyal heart was +all her own, a sweet foretaste of the devotion which henceforth was to +shelter her from poverty, neglect, and wrong, and turn life's sunniest +side to one who had so long seen only its most bleak and barren. Still +at her feet, his arms about her waist, his face flushed and proud, +lifted to hers, Manuel saw the cold mask soften, the stern eyes melt +with a sudden dew as Pauline watched him, saying, "Dear Manuel, love me +less; I am not worth such ardent and entire faith. Pause and reflect +before you take this step. I will not bind you to my fate too soon lest +you repent too late. We both stand alone in the world, free to make or +mar our future as we will. I have chosen my lot. Recall all it may cost +you to share it and be sure the price is not too high a one. Remember I +am poor, you the possessor of one princely fortune, the sole heir to +another." + +"The knowledge of this burdened me before; now I glory in it because I +have the more for you." + +"Remember, I am older than yourself, and may early lose the beauty you +love so well, leaving an old wife to burden your youth." + +"What are a few years to me? Women like you grow lovelier with age, and +you shall have a strong young husband to lean on all your life." + +"Remember, I am not of your faith, and the priests will shut me out from +your heaven." + +"Let them prate as they will. Where you go I will go; Santa Paula shall +be my madonna!" + +"Remember, I am a deserted woman, and in the world we are going to my +name may become the sport of that man's cruel tongue. Could you bear +that patiently; and curb your fiery pride if I desired it?" + +"Anything for you, Pauline!" + +"One thing more. I give you my liberty; for a time give me forbearance +in return, and though wed in haste woo me slowly, lest this sore heart +of mine find even your light yoke heavy. Can you promise this, and wait +till time has healed my wound, and taught me to be meek?" + +"I swear to obey you in all things; make me what you will, for soul and +body I am wholly yours henceforth." + +"Faithful and true! I knew you would not fail me. Now go, Manuel. +Tomorrow do your part resolutely as I shall do mine, and in a week we +will begin the new life together. Ours is a strange betrothal, but it +shall not lack some touch of tenderness from me. Love, good night." + +Pauline bent till her bright hair mingled with the dark, kissed the boy +on lips and forehead as a fond sister might have done, then put him +gently from her; and like one in a blessed dream he went away to pace +all night beneath her window, longing for the day. + +As the echo of his steps died along the corridor, Pauline's eye fell on +the paper lying where her lover flung it. At this sight all the softness +vanished, the stern woman reappeared, and, crushing it in her hand with +slow significance, she said low to herself, "This is an old, old story, +but it shall have a new ending." + + + +Chapter II + +"What jewels will the seora wear tonight?" + +"None, Dolores. Manuel has gone for flowers--he likes them best. You may +go." + +"But the seora's toilette is not finished; the sandals, the gloves, the +garland yet remain." + +"Leave them all; I shall not go down. I am tired of this endless folly. +Give me that book and go." + +The pretty Creole obeyed; and careless of Dolores' work, Pauline sank +into the deep chair with a listless mien, turned the pages for a little, +then lost herself in thoughts that seemed to bring no rest. + +Silently the young husband entered and, pausing, regarded his wife with +mingled pain and pleasure--pain to see her so spiritless, pleasure to +see her so fair. She seemed unconscious of his presence till the +fragrance of his floral burden betrayed him, and looking up to smile a +welcome she met a glance that changed the sad dreamer into an excited +actor, for it told her that the object of her search was found. +Springing erect, she asked eagerly, "Manuel, is he here?" + +"Yes." + +"Alone?" + +"His wife is with him." + +"Is she beautiful?" + +"Pretty, petite, and petulant." + +"And he?" + +"Unchanged: the same imposing figure and treacherous face, the same +restless eye and satanic mouth. Pauline, let me insult him!" + +"Not yet. Were they together?" + +"Yes. He seemed anxious to leave her, but she called him back +imperiously, and he came like one who dared not disobey." + +"Did he see you?" + +"The crowd was too dense, and I kept in the shadow." + +"The wife's name? Did you learn it?" + +"Barbara St. Just." + +"Ah! I knew her once and will again. Manuel, am I beautiful tonight?" + +"How can you be otherwise to me?" + +"That is not enough. I must look my fairest to others, brilliant and +blithe, a happy-hearted bride whose honeymoon is not yet over." + +"For his sake, Pauline?" + +"For yours. I want him to envy you your youth, your comeliness, your +content; to see the man he once sneered at the husband of the woman he +once loved; to recall impotent regret. I know his nature, and can stir +him to his heart's core with a look, revenge myself with a word, and +read the secrets of his life with a skill he cannot fathom." + +"And when you have done all this, shall you be happier, Pauline?" + +"Infinitely; our three weeks' search is ended, and the real interest of +the plot begins. I have played the lover for your sake, now play the man +of the world for mine. This is the moment we have waited for. Help me to +make it successful. Come! Crown me with your garland, give me the +bracelets that were your wedding gift--none can be too brilliant for +tonight. Now the gloves and fan. Stay, my sandals--you shall play +Dolores and tie them on." + +With an air of smiling coquetry he had never seen before, Pauline +stretched out a truly Spanish foot and offered him its dainty covering. +Won by the animation of her manner, Manuel forgot his misgivings and +played his part with boyish spirit, hovering about his stately wife as +no assiduous maid had ever done; for every flower was fastened with a +word sweeter than itself, the white arms kissed as the ornaments went +on, and when the silken knots were deftly accomplished, the lighthearted +bridegroom performed a little dance of triumph about his idol, till she +arrested him, beckoning as she spoke. + +"Manuel, I am waiting to assume the last best ornament you have given +me, my handsome husband." Then, as he came to her laughing with frank +pleasure at her praise, she added, "You, too, must look your best and +bravest now, and remember you must enact the man tonight. Before Gilbert +wear your stateliest aspect, your tenderest to me, your courtliest to +his wife. You possess dramatic skill. Use it for my sake, and come for +your reward when this night's work is done." + +The great hotel was swarming with life, ablaze with light, resonant with +the tread of feet, the hum of voices, the musical din of the band, and +full of the sights and sounds which fill such human hives at a +fashionable watering place in the height of the season. As Manuel led +his wife along the grand hall thronged with promenaders, his quick ear +caught the whispered comments of the passers-by, and the fragmentary +rumors concerning themselves amused him infinitely. + +"_Mon ami!_ There are five bridal couples here tonight, and there is the +handsomest, richest, and most enchanting of them all. The groom is not +yet twenty, they tell me, and the bride still younger. Behold them!" + +Manuel looked down at Pauline with a mirthful glance, but she had not +heard. + +"See, Belle! Cubans; own half the island between them. Splendid, aren't +they? Look at the diamonds on her lovely arms, and his ravishing +moustache. Isn't he your ideal of Prince Djalma, in The Wandering Jew?" + +A pretty girl, forgetting propriety in interest, pointed as they passed. +Manuel half-bowed to the audible compliment, and the blushing damsel +vanished, but Pauline had not seen. + +"Jack, there's the owner of the black span you fell into raptures over. +My lord and lady look as highbred as their stud. We'll patronize them!" + +Manuel muttered a disdainful "_Impertinente!_" between his teeth as he +surveyed a brace of dandies with an air that augured ill for the +patronage of Young America, but Pauline was unconscious of both +criticism and reproof. A countercurrent held them stationary for a +moment, and close behind them sounded a voice saying, confidentially, to +some silent listener, "The Redmonds are here tonight, and I am curious +to see how he bears his disappointment. You know he married for money, +and was outwitted in the bargain; for his wife's fortune not only proves +to be much less than he was led to believe, but is so tied up that he is +entirely dependent upon her, and the bachelor debts he sold himself to +liquidate still harass him, with a wife's reproaches to augment the +affliction. To be ruled by a spoiled child's whims is a fit punishment +for a man whom neither pride nor principle could curb before. Let us go +and look at the unfortunate." + +Pauline heard now. Manuel felt her start, saw her flush and pale, then +her eye lit, and the dark expression he dreaded to see settled on her +face as she whispered, like a satanic echo, "Let us also go and look at +this unfortunate." + +A jealous pang smote the young man's heart as he recalled the past. + +"You pity him, Pauline, and pity is akin to love." + +"I only pity what I respect. Rest content, my husband." + +Steadily her eyes met his, and the hand whose only ornament was a +wedding ring went to meet the one folded on his arm with a confiding +gesture that made the action a caress. + +"I will try to be, yet mine is a hard part," Manuel answered with a +sigh, then silently they both paced on. + +Gilbert Redmond lounged behind his wife's chair, looking intensely +bored. + +"Have you had enough of this folly, Babie?" + +"No, we have but just come. Let us dance." + +"Too late; they have begun." + +"Then go about with me. It's very tiresome sitting here." + +"It is too warm to walk in all that crowd, child." + +"You are so indolent! Tell me who people are as they pass. I know no one +here." + +"Nor I." + +But his act belied the words, for as they passed his lips he rose erect, +with a smothered exclamation and startled face, as if a ghost had +suddenly confronted him. The throng had thinned, and as his wife +followed the direction of his glance, she saw no uncanny apparition to +cause such evident dismay, but a woman fair-haired, violet-eyed, +blooming and serene, sweeping down the long hall with noiseless grace. +An air of sumptuous life pervaded her, the shimmer of bridal snow +surrounded her, bridal gifts shone on neck and arms, and bridal +happiness seemed to touch her with its tender charm as she looked up at +her companion, as if there were but one human being in the world to her. +This companion, a man slender and tall, with a face delicately dark as a +fine bronze, looked back at her with eyes as eloquent as her own, while +both spoke rapidly and low in the melodious language which seems made +for lover's lips. + +"Gilbert, who are they?" + +There was no answer, and before she could repeat the question the +approaching pair paused before her, and the beautiful woman offered her +hand, saying, with inquiring smiles, "Barbara, have you forgotten your +early friend, Pauline?" + +Recognition came with the familiar name, and Mrs. Redmond welcomed the +newcomer with a delight as unrestrained as if she were still the +schoolgirl, Babie. Then, recovering herself, she said, with a pretty +attempt at dignity, "Let me present my husband. Gilbert, come and +welcome my friend Pauline Valary." + +Scarlet with shame, dumb with conflicting emotions, and utterly deserted +by self-possession, Redmond stood with downcast eyes and agitated mien, +suffering a year's remorse condensed into a moment. A mute gesture was +all the greeting he could offer. Pauline slightly bent her haughty head +as she answered, in a voice frostily sweet, "Your wife mistakes. Pauline +Valary died three weeks ago, and Pauline Laroche rose from her ashes. +Manuel, my schoolmate, Mrs. Redmond; Gilbert you already know." + +With the manly presence he could easily assume and which was henceforth +to be his role in public, Manuel bowed courteously to the lady, coldly +to the gentleman, and looked only at his wife. Mrs. Redmond, though +childish, was observant; she glanced from face to face, divined a +mystery, and spoke out at once. + +"Then you have met before? Gilbert, you have never told me this." + +"It was long ago--in Cuba. I believed they had forgotten me." + +"I never forget." And Pauline's eye turned on him with a look he dared +not meet. + +Unsilenced by her husband's frown, Mrs. Redmond, intent on pleasing +herself, drew her friend to the seat beside her as she said petulantly, +"Gilbert tells me nothing, and I am constantly discovering things which +might have given me pleasure had he only chosen to be frank. I've spoken +of you often, yet he never betrayed the least knowledge of you, and I +take it very ill of him, because I am sure he has not forgotten you. Sit +here, Pauline, and let me tease you with questions, as I used to do so +long ago. You were always patient with me, and though far more +beautiful, your face is still the same kind one that comforted the +little child at school. Gilbert, enjoy your friend, and leave us to +ourselves until the dance is over." + +Pauline obeyed; but as she chatted, skillfully leading the young wife's +conversation to her own affairs, she listened to the two voices behind +her, watched the two figures reflected in the mirror before her, and +felt a secret pride in Manuel's address, for it was evident that the +former positions were renewed. + +The timid boy who had feared the sarcastic tongue of his guardian's +guest, and shrunk from his presence to conceal the jealousy that was his +jest, now stood beside his formal rival, serene and self-possessed, by +far the manliest man of the two, for no shame daunted him, no fear +oppressed him, no dishonorable deed left him at the mercy of another's +tongue. + +Gilbert Redmond felt this keenly, and cursed the falsehood which had +placed him in such an unenviable position. It was vain to assume the old +superiority that was forfeited; but too much a man of the world to be +long discomforted by any contretemps like this, he rapidly regained his +habitual ease of manner, and avoiding the perilous past clung to the +safer present, hoping, by some unguarded look or word, to fathom the +purpose of his adversary, for such he knew the husband of Pauline must +be at heart. But Manuel schooled his features, curbed his tongue, and +when his hot blood tempted him to point his smooth speech with a taunt, +or offer a silent insult with the eye, he remembered Pauline, looked +down on the graceful head below, and forgot all other passions in that +of love. + +"Gilbert, my shawl. The sea air chills me." + +"I forgot it, Babie." + +"Allow me to supply the want." + +Mindful of his wife's commands, Manuel seized this opportunity to win a +glance of commendation from her. And taking the downy mantle that hung +upon his arm, he wrapped the frail girl in it with a care that made the +act as cordial as courteous. Mrs. Redmond felt the charm of his manner +with the quickness of a woman, and sent a reproachful glance at Gilbert +as she said plaintively, "Ah! It is evident that my honeymoon is over, +and the assiduous lover replaced by the negligent husband. Enjoy your +midsummer night's dream while you may, Pauline, and be ready for the +awakening that must come." + +"Not to her, madame, for our honeymoon shall last till the golden +wedding day comes round. Shall it not, caria?" + +"There is no sign of waning yet, Manuel," and Pauline looked up into her +husband's face with a genuine affection which made her own more +beautiful and filled his with a visible content. Gilbert read the +glance, and in that instant suffered the first pang of regret that +Pauline had foretold. He spoke abruptly, longing to be away. + +"Babie, we may dance now, if you will." + +"I am going, but not with you--so give me my fan, and entertain Pauline +till my return." + +He unclosed his hand, but the delicately carved fan fell at his feet in +a shower of ivory shreds--he had crushed it as he watched his first love +with the bitter thought "It might have been!" + +"Forgive me, Babie, it was too frail for use; you should choose a +stronger." + +"I will next time, and a gentler hand to hold it. Now, Monsieur Laroche, +I am ready." + +Mrs. Redmond rose in a small bustle of satisfaction, shook out her +flounces, glanced at the mirror, then Manuel led her away; and the other +pair were left alone. Both felt a secret agitation quicken their breath +and thrill along their nerves, but the woman concealed it best. +Gilbert's eye wandered restlessly to and fro, while Pauline fixed her +own on his as quietly as if he were the statue in the niche behind him. +For a moment he tried to seem unconscious of it, then essayed to meet +and conquer it, but failed signally and, driven to his last resources by +that steady gaze, resolved to speak out and have all over before his +wife's return. Assuming the seat beside her, he said, impetuously, +"Pauline, take off your mask as I do mine--we are alone now, and may see +each other as we are." + +Leaning deep into the crimson curve of the couch, with the indolent +grace habitual to her, yet in strong contrast to the vigilant gleam of +her eye, she swept her hand across her face as if obeying him, yet no +change followed, as she said with a cold smile, "It is off; what next?" + +"Let me understand you. Did my letter reach your hands?" + +"A week before my marriage." + +He drew a long breath of relief, yet a frown gathered as he asked, like +one loath and eager to be satisfied, "Your love died a natural death, +then, and its murder does not lie at my door?" + +Pointing to the shattered toy upon the ground, she only echoed his own +words. "It was too frail for use--I chose a stronger." + +It wounded, as she meant it should; and the evil spirit to whose +guidance she had yielded herself exulted to see his self-love bleed, and +pride vainly struggle to conceal the stab. He caught the expression in +her averted glance, bent suddenly a fixed and scrutinizing gaze upon +her, asking, below his breath, "Then why are you here to tempt me with +the face that tempted me a year ago?" + +"I came to see the woman to whom you sold yourself. I have seen her, and +am satisfied." + +Such quiet contempt iced her tones, such pitiless satisfaction shone +through the long lashes that swept slowly down, after her eye had met +and caused his own to fall again, that Gilbert's cheek burned as if the +words had been a blow, and mingled shame and anger trembled in his +voice. + +"Ah, you are quick to read our secret, for you possess the key. Have you +no fear that I may read your own, and tell the world you sold your +beauty for a name and fortune? Your bargain is a better one than mine, +but I know you too well, though your fetters are diamonds and your +master a fond boy." + +She had been prepared for this, and knew she had a shield in the real +regard she bore her husband, for though sisterly, it was sincere. She +felt its value now, for it gave her courage to confront the spirit of +retaliation she had roused, and calmness to answer the whispered taunt +with an unruffled mien, as lifting her white arm she let its single +decoration drop glittering to her lap. + +"You see my 'fetters' are as loose as they are light, and nothing binds +me but my will. Read my heart, if you can. You will find there contempt +for a love so poor that it feared poverty; pity for a man who dared not +face the world and conquer it, as a girl had done before him, and +gratitude that I have found my 'master' in a truehearted boy, not a +falsehearted man. If I am a slave, I never know it. Can you say as +much?" + +Her woman's tongue avenged her, and Gilbert owned his defeat. Pain +quenched the ire of his glance, remorse subdued his pride, +self-condemnation compelled him to ask, imploringly, "Pauline, when may +I hope for pardon?" + +"Never." + +The stern utterance of the word dismayed him, and, like one shut out +from hope, he rose, as if to leave her, but paused irresolutely, looked +back, then sank down again, as if constrained against his will by a +longing past control. If she had doubted her power this action set the +doubt at rest, as the haughtiest nature she had known confessed it by a +bittersweet complaint. Eyeing her wistfully, tenderly, Gilbert murmured, +in the voice of long ago, "Why do I stay to wound and to be wounded by +the hand that once caressed me? Why do I find more pleasure in your +contempt than in another woman's praise, and feel myself transported +into the delights of that irrecoverable past, now grown the sweetest, +saddest memory of my life? Send me away, Pauline, before the old charm +asserts its power, and I forget that I am not the happy lover of a year +ago." + +"Leave me then, Gilbert. Good night." + +Half unconsciously, the former softness stole into her voice as it +lingered on his name. The familiar gesture accompanied the words, the +old charm did assert itself, and for an instant changed the cold woman +into the ardent girl again. Gilbert did not go but, with a hasty glance +down the deserted hall behind him, captured and kissed the hand he had +lost, passionately whispering, "Pauline, I love you still, and that look +assures me that you have forgiven, forgotten, and kept a place for me in +that deep heart of yours. It is too late to deny it. I have seen the +tender eyes again, and the sight has made me the proudest, happiest man +that walks the world tonight, slave though I am." + +Over cheek and forehead rushed the treacherous blood as the violet eyes +filled and fell before his own, and in the glow of mingled pain and fear +that stirred her blood, Pauline, for the first time, owned the peril of +the task she had set herself, saw the dangerous power she possessed, and +felt the buried passion faintly moving in its grave. Indignant at her +own weakness, she took refuge in the memory of her wrong, controlled the +rebel color, steeled the front she showed him, and with feminine skill +mutely conveyed the rebuke she would not trust herself to utter, by +stripping the glove from the hand he had touched and dropping it +disdainfully as if unworthy of its place. Gilbert had not looked for +such an answer, and while it baffled him it excited his man's spirit to +rebel against her silent denial. With a bitter laugh he snatched up the +glove. + +"I read a defiance in your eye as you flung this down. I accept the +challenge, and will keep gage until I prove myself the victor. I have +asked for pardon. You refuse it. I have confessed my love. You scorn it. +I have possessed myself of your secret, yet you deny it. Now we will try +our strength together, and leave those children to their play." + +"We are the children, and we play with edge tools. There has been enough +of this, there must be no more." Pauline rose with her haughtiest mien, +and the brief command, "Take me to Manuel." + +Silently Gilbert offered his arm, and silently she rejected it. + +"Will you accept nothing from me?" + +"Nothing." + +Side by side they passed through the returning throng till Mrs. Redmond +joined them, looking blithe and bland with the exhilaration of gallantry +and motion. Manuel's first glance was at Pauline, his second at her +companion; there was a shadow upon the face of each, which seemed +instantly to fall upon his own as he claimed his wife with a masterful +satisfaction as novel as becoming, and which prompted her to whisper, +"You enact your role to the life, and shall enjoy a foretaste of your +reward at once. I want excitement; let us show these graceless, frozen +people the true art of dancing, and electrify them with the life and +fire of a Cuban valse." + +Manuel kindled at once, and Pauline smiled stealthily as she glanced +over her shoulder from the threshold of the dancing hall, for her +slightest act, look, and word had their part to play in that night's +drama. + +"Gilbert, if you are tired I will go now." + +"Thank you, I begin to find it interesting. Let us watch the dancers." + +Mrs. Redmond accepted the tardy favor, wondering at his unwonted +animation, for never had she seen such eagerness in his countenance, +such energy in his manner as he pressed through the crowd and won a +place where they could freely witness one of those exhibitions of +fashionable figurante which are nightly to be seen at such resorts. Many +couples were whirling around the white hall, but among them one pair +circled with slowly increasing speed, in perfect time to the inspiring +melody of trumpet, flute, and horn, that seemed to sound for them alone. +Many paused to watch them, for they gave to the graceful pastime the +enchantment which few have skill enough to lend it, and made it a +spectacle of life-enjoying youth, to be remembered long after the music +ceased and the agile feet were still. + +Gilbert's arm was about his little wife to shield her from the pressure +of the crowd, and as they stood his hold unconsciously tightened, till, +marveling at this unwonted care, she looked up to thank him with a happy +glance and discovered that his eye rested on a single pair, kindling as +they approached, keenly scanning every gesture as they floated by, +following them with untiring vigilance through the many-colored mazes +they threaded with such winged steps, while his breath quickened, his +hand kept time, and every sense seemed to own the intoxication of the +scene. Sorrowfully she too watched this pair, saw their grace, admired +their beauty, envied their happiness; for, short as her wedded life had +been, the thorns already pierced her through the roses, and with each +airy revolution of those figures, dark and bright, her discontent +increased, her wonder deepened, her scrutiny grew keener, for she knew +no common interest held her husband there, fascinated, flushed, and +excited as if his heart beat responsive to the rhythmic rise and fall of +that booted foot and satin slipper. The music ended with a crash, the +crowd surged across the floor, and the spell was broken. Like one but +half disenchanted, Gilbert stood a moment, then remembered his wife, and +looking down met brown eyes, full of tears, fastened on his face. + +"Tired so soon, Babie? Or in a pet because I cannot change myself into a +thistledown and float about with you, like Manuel and Pauline?" + +"Neither; I was only wishing that you loved me as he loves her, and +hoping he would never tire of her, they are so fond and charming now. +How long have you known them--and where?" + +"I shall have no peace until I tell you. I passed a single summer with +them in a tropical paradise, where we swung half the day in hammocks, +under tamarind and almond trees; danced half the night to music, of +which this seems but a faint echo; and led a life of luxurious delight +in an enchanted climate, where all is so beautiful and brilliant that +its memory haunts a life as pressed flowers sweeten the leaves of a dull +book." + +"Why did you leave it then?" + +"To marry you, child." + +"That was a regretful sigh, as if I were not worth the sacrifice. Let us +go back and enjoy it together." + +"If you were dying for it, I would not take you to Cuba. It would be +purgatory, not paradise, now." + +"How stern you look, how strangely you speak. Would you not go to save +your own life, Gilbert?" + +"I would not cross the room to do that, much less the sea." + +"Why do you both love and dread it? Don't frown, but tell me. I have a +right to know." + +"Because the bitterest blunder of my life was committed there--a blunder +that I never can repair in this world, and may be damned for in the +next. Rest satisfied with this, Babie, lest you prove like Bluebeard's +wife, and make another skeleton in my closet, which has enough already." + +Strange regret was in his voice, strange gloom fell upon his face; but +though rendered doubly curious by the change, Mrs. Redmond dared not +question further and, standing silent, furtively scanned the troubled +countenance beside her. Gilbert spoke first, waking out of his sorrowful +reverie with a start. + +"Pauline is coming. Say adieu, not au revoir, for tomorrow we must leave +this place." + +His words were a command, his aspect one of stern resolve, though the +intensest longing mingled with the dark look he cast on the approaching +pair. The tone, the glance displeased his willful wife, who loved to use +her power and exact obedience where she had failed to win affection, +often ruling imperiously when a tender word would have made her happy to +submit. + +"Gilbert, you take no thought for my pleasures though you pursue your +own at my expense. Your neglect forces me to find solace and +satisfaction where I can, and you have forfeited your right to command +or complain. I love Pauline, I am happy with her, therefore I shall stay +until we tire of one another. I am a burden to you; go if you will." + +"You know I cannot without you, Babie. I ask it as a favor. For my sake, +for your own, I implore you to come away." + +"Gilbert, do you love her?" + +She seized his arm and forced an answer by the energy of her sharply +whispered question. He saw that it was vain to dissemble, yet replied +with averted head, "I did and still remember it." + +"And she? Did she return your love?" + +"I believed so; but she forgot me when I went. She married Manuel and is +happy. Babie, let me go!" + +"No! you shall stay and feel a little of the pain I feel when I look +into your heart and find I have no place there. It is this which has +stood between us and made all my efforts vain. I see it now and despise +you for the falsehood you have shown me, vowing you loved no one but me +until I married you, then letting me so soon discover that I was only an +encumbrance to your enjoyment of the fortune I possessed. You treat me +like a child, but I suffer like a woman, and you shall share my +suffering, because you might have spared me, and you did not. Gilbert, +you shall stay." + +"Be it so, but remember I have warned you." + +An exultant expression broke through the gloom of her husband's face as +he answered with the grim satisfaction of one who gave restraint to the +mind, and stood ready to follow whatever impulse should sway him next. +His wife trembled inwardly at what she had done, but was too proud to +recall her words and felt a certain bitter pleasure in the excitement of +the new position she had taken, the new interest given to her listless +life. + +Pauline and Manuel found them standing silently together, for a moment +had done the work of years and raised a barrier between them never to be +swept away. + +Mrs. Redmond spoke first, and with an air half resentful, half +triumphant: + +"Pauline, this morose husband of mine says we must leave tomorrow. But +in some things I rule; this is one of them. Therefore we remain and go +with you to the mountains when we are tired of the gay life here. So +smile and submit, Gilbert, else these friends will count your society no +favor. Would you not fancy, from the aspect he thinks proper to assume, +that I had sentenced him to a punishment, not a pleasure?" + +"Perhaps you have unwittingly, Babie. Marriage is said to cancel the +follies of the past, but not those of the future, I believe; and, as +there are many temptations to an idle man in a place like this, +doubtless your husband is wise enough to own that he dares not stay but +finds discretion the better part of valor." + +Nothing could be softer than the tone in which these words were uttered, +nothing sharper than the hidden taunt conveyed, but Gilbert only laughed +a scornful laugh as he fixed his keen eyes full upon her and took her +bouquet with the air of one assuming former rights. + +"My dear Pauline, discretion is the last virtue I should expect to be +accused of by you; but if valor consists in daring all things, I may lay +claim to it without its 'better part,' for temptation is my delight--the +stronger the better. Have no fears for me, my friend. I gladly accept +Babie's decree and, ignoring the last ten years, intend to begin life +anew, having discovered a sauce piquante which will give the stalest +pleasures a redoubled zest. I am unfortunate tonight, and here is a +second wreck; this I can rebuild happily. Allow me to do so, for I +remember you once praised my skill in floral architecture." + +With an air of eager gallantry in strange contrast to the malign +expression of his countenance, Gilbert knelt to regather the flowers +which a careless gesture of his own had scattered from their jeweled +holder. His wife turned to speak to Manuel, and, yielding to the +unconquerable anxiety his reckless manner awoke, Pauline whispered below +her breath as she bent as if to watch the work, "Gilbert, follow your +first impulse, and go tomorrow." + +"Nothing shall induce me to." + +"I warn you harm will come of it." "Let it come; I am past fear now." + +"Shun me for Babie's sake, if not for your own." + +"Too late for that; she is headstrong--let her suffer." + +"Have you no power, Gilbert?" + +"None over her, much over you." + +"We will prove that!" + +"We will!" Rapidly as words could shape them, these questions and +answers fell, and with their utterance the last generous feeling died in +Pauline's breast; for as she received the flowers, now changed from a +love token to a battle gage, she saw the torn glove still crushed in +Gilbert's hand, and silently accepted his challenge to the tournament so +often held between man and woman--a tournament where the keen tongue is +the lance, pride the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the hardest +heart the winner of the prize, which seldom fails to prove a barren +honor, ending in remorse. + + + +Chapter III + +For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for a +daily drive, a twilight saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to the +ballroom, there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which they +both excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the hotel, +and from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all the charms +of home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of poetry and peace +that pervaded the nest which Love, the worker of miracles, had built +himself even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers in the halls or along +the breezy verandas often paused to listen to the music of instrument or +voice which came floating out from these sequestered rooms. Frequent +laughter and the murmur of conversation proved that ennui was unknown, +and a touch of romance inevitably enhanced the interest wakened by the +beautiful young pair, always together, always happy, never weary of the +dolce far niente of this summer life. + +In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by blossoming +shrubs and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous shade, +Pauline lay indolently swinging in a gaily fringed hammock as she had +been wont to do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the luxury of +motion which now failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put down the +book to which she no longer listened and, leaning his head upon his +hand, sat watching her as she swayed to and fro with thoughtful eyes +intent upon the sea, whose murmurous voice possessed a charm more +powerful than his own. Suddenly he spoke: + +"Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east and +west to find this man, yet when found you shun him and seem content to +make my life a heaven upon earth. I sometimes fancy that you have +resolved to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born, for +in moments like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me, the +old purpose is unchanged, and I marvel why you pause." + +Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an +intelligence which deepened his perplexity. "You have not learned to +know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. +This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been +one of constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word +of mine has been without effect. At first I secluded myself that Gilbert +might contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one +another, find impotent regret his daily portion. Three days ago accident +placed an unexpected weapon in my hand which I have used in silence, +lest in spite of promises you should rebel and end his trial too soon. +Have you no suspicion of my meaning?" + +"None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth, believe +you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your spells work +invisibly." + +"They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to you. +Take my lorgnette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the green +grapes hang thickest, look up at the little window in the shadowy angle +of the low roof opposite, and tell me what you see." + +"Nothing but a half-drawn curtain." + +"Ah! I must try the ruse that first convinced me. Do not show yourself, +but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish." + +Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent over the balcony as if to gather +the climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind. Before +the third stem was broken Manuel whispered, "I see the curtain move; now +comes the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright object in +it. Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if you were a +lady in a balcony. What prying rascal is it?" + +"Gilbert." + +"Impossible! He is a gentleman." + +"If gentlemen play the traitor and the spy, then he is one. I am not +mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I have +watched covertly, and several trials as successful as the present have +confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his long +absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these rooms +with the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and let you +sing and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned upon your +shoulder? Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony a little +stage for the performance of our version of the honeymoon for one +spectator?" + +Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been fastening the +roses in her bosom as she spoke, and ended with a silvery laugh that +made the silence musical with its heartsome sound. As she paused, Manuel +flung down the lorgnette and was striding past her with ireful +impetuosity, but the white arms took him captive, adding another figure +to the picture framed by the green arch as she whispered decisively, "No +farther! There must be no violence. You promised obedience and I exact +it. Do you think detection to a man so lost to honor would wound as +deeply as the sights which make his daily watch a torment? Or that a +blow would be as hard to bear as the knowledge that his own act has +placed you where you are and made him what he is? Silent contempt is the +law now, so let this insult pass, unclench your hand and turn that +defiant face to me, while I console you for submission with a kiss." + +He yielded to the command enforced by the caress but drew her jealously +from sight, and still glanced rebelliously through the leaves, asking +with a frown, "Why show me this if I may not resent it? How long must I +bear with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall mar it in some +moment when hatred of him conquers love of you." + +"I will, for it is tune, because though I have taken the first step you +must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action +pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer +for my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile the time. Long +ago you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it then, +now I can believe anything, and you can convince the world of this vice +of his as speedily as you will." + +"Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I also +told you that he was suspected of dishonorable play--shall I load the +dice and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares?" + +Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed at the task assigned +him; womanly wiles seemed more degrading than the masculine method of +retaliation, in which strength replaces subtlety and speedier vengeance +brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast learning to play upon +that mysterious instrument, the human heart, knew when to stimulate and +when to soothe. + +"Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than your +own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put your +life and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling is forbidden +here, he would not hesitate to break all laws, human or divine, if by so +doing he could separate us. What would you gain by it? If you kill him +he is beyond our reach forever, and a crime remains to be atoned for. If +he kill you your blood will be upon my head, and where should I find +consolation for the loss of the one heart always true and tender?" + +With the inexplicable prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming +ills, she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before +her, but he only saw the solicitude it was a sweet surprise to find he +had awakened, and in present pleasure forgot past pain. + +"You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you +from, rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your +ways are not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall be +such as you decree." + +"Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances have +molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that shall +leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that which +you refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard room an +hour ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same fascination as +himself. Your skill in games of chance excels his, as you proved at home +where these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect by being openly +enjoyed. Therefore I would have you whet this appetite of his by losing +freely at first--he will take a grim delight in lessening the fortune he +covets--then exert all your skill till he is deeply in your debt. He has +nothing but what is doled out to him by Babie's father, I find; he dare +not ask help there for such a purpose; other resources have failed else +he would not have married; and if the sum be large enough, it lays him +under an obligation which will be a thorn in his flesh, the sharper for +your knowledge of his impotence to draw it out. When this is done, or +even while it is in progress, I would have you add the pain of a new +jealousy to the old. He neglects this young wife of his, and she is +eager to recover the affections she believes she once possessed. Help +her, and teach Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young, +comely, accomplished, and possessed of many graces more attractive than +you are conscious of; your southern birth and breeding gift you with a +winning warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures +around you; and your love for me lends an almost tender deference to +your intercourse with all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and +show her husband what he should be; I have no fear of losing your heart +nor need you fear for hers; she is one of those spaniel-like creatures +who love the hand that strikes them and fawn upon the foot that spurns +them." + +"Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo Babie, +what will you do, Pauline?" + +"Let Gilbert woo me--have patience till you understand my meaning; he +still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not +undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own in +words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's happiness +on baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude no longer, +leaving me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the same. He shall +follow me undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all ties; shall stake +his last throw and lose it, for when the crowning moment comes I shall +show him that through me he is made bankrupt in love, honor, liberty, +and hope, tell him I am yours entirely and forever, then vanish like an +ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness of despair and defeat. Is not +this a better retribution than the bullet that would give him peace at +once?" + +Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at the +baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all generous +impulses, withering all gentle charities, and making her the saddest +spectacle this world can show--one human soul rebelling against +Providence, to become the nemesis of another. Involuntarily he recoiled +from her, exclaiming, "Pauline! Are you possessed of a devil?" + +"Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and sorrow +mental ingenuity can conceive and inflict has been heaped on that man's +head. I thought I should be satisfied with one accusing look, one bitter +word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose cannot be recaptured. +Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I have +come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess will +ban, not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield them as weapons which +may win me success at the price of my salvation. It is not yet too late +for you to shun the spiritual contagion I bear about me. Choose now, and +abide by that choice without a shadow of turning, as I abide by mine. +Take me as I am; help me willingly and unwillingly; and in the end +receive the promised gift--years like the days you have called heaven +upon earth. Or retract the vows you plighted, receive again the heart +and name you gave me, and live unvexed by the stormy nature time alone +can tame. Here is the ring. Shall I restore or keep it, Manuel?" + +Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of +will, daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by intensity +of emotion, voice half sad, half stern, and outstretched hand on which +the wedding ring no longer shone. She felt her power, yet was wary +enough to assure it by one bold appeal to the strongest element of her +husband's character: passions, not principles, were the allies she +desired, and before the answer came she knew that she had gained them at +the cost of innocence and self-respect. + +As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own +settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the +air of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the +ring, resolutely accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love, +only saying as he had said before, "Soul and body, I belong to you; do +with me as you will." + +A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under the +pretext of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week, that +Manuel might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she set him. +He submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no tidings of his +progress, told her nothing when they met that night, and had left her an +hour before asking her to have patience till he could show his finished +work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear alert to catch the coming +step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes and fears, she sat waiting +with the vigilant immobility of an Indian on the watch. She had not long +to look and listen. Manuel entered hastily, locked the door, closed the +windows, dropped the curtains, then paused in the middle of the room and +broke into a low, triumphant laugh as he eyed his wife with an +expression she had never seen in those dear eyes before. It startled +her, and, scarcely knowing what to desire or dread, she asked eagerly, +"You are come to tell me you have prospered." + +"Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and lead +the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do. I am +tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have told +all say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied." + +He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his head +in her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and continued in a +muffled voice. + +"You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to play, +and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the satisfaction +you foretold, till, obeying your commands, I ceased losing and won sums +which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not idle, and in the effort +to extricate himself, Gilbert plunged deeper into debt; for my desire to +please you seemed to gift me with redoubled skill. Two days ago I +refused to continue the unequal conflict, telling him to give himself no +uneasiness, for I could wait. You were right in thinking it would +oppress him to be under any obligation to me, but wrong in believing he +would endure, and will hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took +to free himself. That night he played falsely, was detected, and though +his opponent generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair +stole out--he is shunned and this resource has failed. I thought he had +no other, but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of +relief, discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my +friendship with his wife was not approved by him and must cease. This +proves that I have obeyed you in all things, though the comforting of +Babie was an easy task, for, both loving you, our bond of sympathy and +constant theme has been Pauline and her perfections." + +"Hush! No praise--it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy has made; +I may yet learn to be worthy of another man's devotion. What more, +Manuel?" + +"I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has given +me a strange success. At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert. +He was absent, but upon offering information relative to the time of his +return, which proved my intimacy with him, this Seguin entered into +conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and +waylay her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat +closely concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my suspicions +were roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly discharged, I +received a confidence that startled me. In a moment of despair Gilbert +had forged the name of his former friend, whom he believed abroad, had +drawn the money and freed himself from my power, but not for long. The +good fortune which has led him safely through many crooked ways seems to +have deserted him in this strait. For the forgery was badly executed, +inspection raised doubts, and Seguin, just returned, was at his banker's +an hour after Gilbert, to prove the fraud; he came hither at once to +accuse him of it and made me his confidant. What would you have had me +do, Pauline? Time was short, and I could not wait for you." + +"How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?" + +"Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation, punishment, and power +in my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the money, +secured the forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the matter in +my hands, while he departed as quietly as he had come. Babie's presence +when we met tonight prevented my taking you into my counsels. I had +prepared this surprise for you and felt a secret pride in working it out +alone. An hour ago I went to watch for Gilbert. He came, I took him to +his rooms, told him what I had done, added that compassion for his wife +had actuated me. I left him saying the possession of the check was a +full equivalent for the money, which I now declined to receive from such +dishonorable hands. Are you satisfied, Pauline?" + +With countenance and gestures full of exultation she sprang up to pace +the room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, "Yes, that stroke +was superb! How strangely the plot thickens. Surely the powers of +darkness are working with us and have put this weapon in our hands when +that I forged proved useless. By means of this we have a hold upon him +which nothing can destroy unless he escape by death. Will he, Manuel?" + +"No; there was more wrath than shame in his demeanor when I accused him. +He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only possessor of +this fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me; for if ever +there was murder in a man's heart it was in his when I showed him that +paper and then replaced it next the little poniard you smile at me for +wearing. This is over. What next, my queen?" + +There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or aspect, +as, still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head upon his +arm and turned toward her a face already worn and haggard with the +feverish weariness that had usurped the blithe serenity which had been +his chiefest charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as if +arrested by the change that seemed to strike her suddenly, she recalled +her thoughts from the dominant idea of her life and, remembering the +youth she was robbing of its innocent delights, answered the wistful +look which betrayed the hunger of a heart she had never truly fed, as +she knelt beside her husband and, laying her soft cheek to his, +whispered in her tenderest accents, "I am not wholly selfish or +ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing to you, and tomorrow +we will go away among the hills and leave behind us for a time the dark +temptation which harms you through me." + +"No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if we +pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess only the +shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end this devil's +work without delay. Hark! What is that?" + +Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then beat +impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill +importunity, "Let me in! Oh, let me in!" + +Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed, with +streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's arms, +crying incoherently, "Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to him; he +said I was a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been born!" + +"What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us +comfort and protect you if we can." + +But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a +despairing vehemence sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed her; +and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest at +Manuel, who stood before them, as if sure of redress from him. + +"When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty, and, +though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would be +displeased to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of +the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices woke me. I +heard Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells me; +therefore we are alone here. What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?' +That tempted me to listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and +misery you so generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you, +ever love and honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and +forlorn as I?" + +"I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here with +such an air of fright and fear?" + +"When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of +something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed from +me so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce temper of +his grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said such cruel +things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come to you, for +I was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that seemed like oil to +fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he struck me! See, if I do +not tell the living truth!" + +Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve of +her wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set his +teeth and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant exclamation +and the brief question, "Then you left him, Babie?" + +"Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the +right to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly +along the balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to you. +He will come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to suffer any +more?" + +In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel with +a cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A comprehensive +glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the hardihood wherewith to +confront the three, saying sternly as he beckoned, "Babie, I am waiting +for you." + +She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only +hope. A glance from Pauline checked the fiery words trembling on his +lips, and he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that +amazed him: + +"Your wife has chosen us her guardians, and I think you will scarcely +venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these to prove +that you have forfeited your right to her obedience and justify the step +she has taken." + +With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held the +forgery before him. For a moment Gilbert stood daunted by these mute +accusations, but just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and +believing that he could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through +her husband, he ignored her presence and, turning to the young man, +asked significantly, "Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and +prefer to abide by the consequences of such an act?" + +Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling creature +closer, and answered with his haughtiest mien, "I do; spare yourself the +labor of insulting me, for having placed yourself beyond the reach of a +gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from a--" + +A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious word, as Babie, true +woman through it all, whispered with a broken sob, "Spare him, for I +loved him once." + +Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this generous +forbearance wrung it with a momentary pang of genuine remorse, too +swiftly followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost if through his +wife he could retain a hold upon the pair which now possessed for him +the strong attraction of both love and hate. In that brief pause this +thought came, was accepted and obeyed, for, as if yielding to an +uncontrollable impulse of penitent despair, he stretched his arms to his +wife, saying humbly, imploringly, "Babie, come back to me, and teach me +how I may retrieve the past. I freely confess I bitterly repent my +manifold transgressions, and submit to your decree alone; but in +executing justice, oh, remember mercy! Remember that I was too early +left fatherless, motherless, and went astray for want of some kind heart +to guide and cherish me. There is still time. Be compassionate and save +me from myself. Am I not punished enough? Must death be my only +comforter? Babie, when all others cast me off, will you too forsake me?" + +"No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still be +happy!" + +Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the hand that +struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully returned to the arms from which she +had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever received from him +welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet dead, for Gilbert felt +the value this once neglected possession had suddenly acquired, and he +held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle touch and tone, could not +forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators of the scene. + +Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of +intelligence toward her husband, as she said, "Did I not prophesy truly, +Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us a happier +wife than the one now sobbing on your shoulder. Babie, good night and +farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning." + +"Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you pity +me and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at home, +and places like this will seem so desolate when you and Manuel are gone. +May we, can we be with you a little longer?" + +"If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear much +for your sake, my poor child." + +Pauline's eye said, "Dare you go?" and Gilbert's answered, "Yes," as the +two met with a somber fire in each; but his lips replied, "Anywhere with +you, Babie," and Manuel took Mrs. Redmond's hand with a graceful warmth +that touched her deeper than his words. + +"Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's friends +are mine." + +"Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I have +nothing to return but this," and, like a grateful child, she lifted up +her innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall head to +receive the kiss she offered. + +Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously at the sight, but he never +spoke; and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried +his little wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were +banished by returning love. + +"Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread. Heaven +grant she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence prove no sham." +Manuel paused suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable impulse, +Pauline laid a hand on either shoulder and searched his face with an +expression which baffled his comprehension, though he bore it steadily +till her eyes fell before his own, when he asked smilingly: + +"Is the doubt destroyed, caria?" + +"No; it is laid asleep." + +Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown +offense, she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear +to find Babie's kiss upon his lips? + + + +Chapter IV + +The work of weeks is soon recorded, and when another month was gone +these were the changes it had wrought. The four so strangely bound +together by ties of suffering and sin went on their way, to the world's +eye, blessed with every gracious gift, but below the tranquil surface +rolled that undercurrent whose mysterious tides ebb and flow in human +hearts unfettered by race or rank or time. Gilbert was a good actor, +but, though he curbed his fitful temper, smoothed his mien, and +sweetened his manner, his wife soon felt the vanity of hoping to recover +that which never had been hers. Silently she accepted the fact and, +uttering no complaint, turned to others for the fostering warmth without +which she could not live. Conscious of a hunger like her own, Manuel +could offer her sincerest sympathy, and soon learned to find a troubled +pleasure in the knowledge that she loved him and her husband knew it, +for his life of the emotions was rapidly maturing the boy into the man, +as the fierce ardors of his native skies quicken the growth of wondrous +plants that blossom in a night. Mrs. Redmond, as young in character as +in years, felt the attraction of a nature generous and sweet, and +yielded to it as involuntarily as an unsupported vine yields to the wind +that blows it to the strong arms of a tree, still unconscious that a +warmer sentiment than gratitude made his companionship the sunshine of +her life. Pauline saw this, and sometimes owned within herself that she +had evoked spirits which she could not rule, but her purpose drove her +on, and in it she found a charm more perilously potent than before. +Gilbert watched the three with a smile darker than a frown, yet no +reproach warned his wife of the danger which she did not see; no jealous +demonstration roused Manuel to rebel against the oppression of a +presence so distasteful to him; no rash act or word gave Pauline power +to banish him, though the one desire of his soul became the discovery of +the key to the inscrutable expression of her eyes as they followed the +young pair, whose growing friendship left their mates alone. Slowly her +manner softened toward him, pity seemed to bridge across the gulf that +lay between them, and in rare moments time appeared to have retraced its +steps, leaving the tender woman of a year ago. Nourished by such +unexpected hope, the early passion throve and strengthened until it +became the mastering ambition of his life, and, only pausing to make +assurance doubly sure, he waited the advent of the hour when he could +"put his fortune to the touch and win or lose it all." + +"Manuel, are you coming?" + +He was lying on the sward at Mrs. Redmond's feet, and, waking from the +reverie that held him, while his companion sang the love lay he was +teaching her, he looked up to see his wife standing on the green slope +before him. A black lace scarf lay over her blonde hair as Spanish women +wear their veils, below it the violet eyes shone clear, the cheek glowed +with the color fresh winds had blown upon their paleness, the lips +parted with a wistful smile, and a knot of bright-hued leaves upon her +bosom made a mingling of snow and fire in the dress, whose white folds +swept the grass. Against a background of hoary cliffs and somber pines, +this figure stood out like a picture of blooming womanhood, but Manuel +saw three blemishes upon it--Gilbert had sketched her with that shadowy +veil upon her head, Gilbert had swung himself across a precipice to +reach the scarlet nosegay for her breast, Gilbert stood beside her with +her hand upon his arm; and troubled by the fear that often haunted him +since Pauline's manner to himself had grown so shy and sad, Manuel +leaned and looked forgetful of reply, but Mrs. Redmond answered +blithely: + +"He is coming, but with me. You are too grave for us, so go your ways, +talking wisely of heaven and earth, while we come after, enjoying both +as we gather lichens, chase the goats, and meet you at the waterfall. +Now seor, put away guitar and book, for I have learned my lesson; so +help me with this unruly hair of mine and leave the Spanish for today." + +They looked a pair of lovers as Manuel held back the long locks blowing +in the wind, while Babie tied her hat, still chanting the burthen of the +tender song she had caught so soon. A voiceless sigh stirred the ruddy +leaves on Pauline's bosom as she turned away, but Gilbert embodied it in +words, "They are happier without us. Let us go." + +Neither spoke till they reached the appointed tryst. The others were not +there, and, waiting for them, Pauline sat on a mossy stone, Gilbert +leaned against the granite boulder beside her, and both silently +surveyed a scene that made the heart glow, the eye kindle with delight +as it swept down from that airy height, across valleys dappled with +shadow and dark with untrodden forests, up ranges of majestic mountains, +through gap after gap, each hazier than the last, far out into that sea +of blue which rolls around all the world. Behind them roared the +waterfall swollen with autumn rains and hurrying to pour itself into the +rocky basin that lay boiling below, there to leave its legacy of +shattered trees, then to dash itself into a deeper chasm, soon to be +haunted by a tragic legend and go glittering away through forest, field, +and intervale to join the river rolling slowly to the sea. Won by the +beauty and the grandeur of the scene, Pauline forgot she was not alone, +till turning, she suddenly became aware that while she scanned the face +of nature her companion had been scanning hers. What he saw there she +could not tell, but all restraint had vanished from his manner, all +reticence from his speech, for with the old ardor in his eye, the old +impetuosity in his voice, he said, leaning down as if to read her heart, +"This is the moment I have waited for so long. For now you see what I +see, that both have made a bitter blunder, and may yet repair it. Those +children love each other; let them love, youth mates them, fortune makes +them equals, fate brings them together that we may be free. Accept this +freedom as I do, and come out into the world with me to lead the life +you were born to enjoy." + +With the first words he uttered Pauline felt that the time had come, and +in the drawing of a breath was ready for it, with every sense alert, +every power under full control, every feature obedient to the art which +had become a second nature. Gilbert had seized her hand, and she did not +draw it back; the sudden advent of the instant which must end her work +sent an unwonted color to her cheek, and she did avert it; the +exultation which flashed into her eyes made it unsafe to meet his own, +and they drooped before him as if in shame or fear, her whole face woke +and brightened with the excitement that stirred her blood. She did not +seek to conceal it, but let him cheat himself with the belief that love +touched it with such light and warmth, as she softly answered in a voice +whose accents seemed to assure his hope. + +"You ask me to relinquish much. What do you offer in return, Gilbert, +that I may not for a second time find love's labor lost?" + +It was a wily speech, though sweetly spoken, for it reminded him how +much he had thrown away, how little now remained to give, but her mien +inspired him, and nothing daunted, he replied more ardently than ever: + +"I can offer you a heart always faithful in truth though not in seeming, +for I never loved that child. I would give years of happy life to undo +that act and be again the man you trusted. I can offer you a name which +shall yet be an honorable one, despite the stain an hour's madness cast +upon it. You once taunted me with cowardice because I dared not face the +world and conquer it. I dare do that now; I long to escape from this +disgraceful servitude, to throw myself into the press, to struggle and +achieve for your dear sake. I can offer you strength, energy, +devotion--three gifts worthy any woman's acceptance who possesses power +to direct, reward, and enjoy them as you do, Pauline. Because with your +presence for my inspiration, I feel that I can retrieve my faultful +past, and with time become God's noblest work--an honest man. Babie +never could exert this influence over me. You can, you will, for now my +earthly hope is in your hands, my soul's salvation in your love." + +If that love had not died a sudden death, it would have risen up to +answer him as the one sincere desire of an erring life cried out to her +for help, and this man, as proud as sinful, knelt down before her with a +passionate humility never paid at any other shrine, human or divine. It +seemed to melt and win her, for he saw the color ebb and flow, heard the +rapid beating of her heart, felt the hand tremble in his own, and +received no denial but a lingering doubt, whose removal was a keen +satisfaction to himself. + +"Tell me, before I answer, are you sure that Manuel loves Babie?" + +"I am; for every day convinces me that he has outlived the brief +delusion, and longs for liberty, but dares not ask it. Ah! that pricks +pride! But it is so. I have watched with jealous vigilance and let no +sign escape me; because in his infidelity to you lay my chief hope. Has +he not grown melancholy, cold, and silent? Does he not seek Babie and, +of late, shun you? Will he not always yield his place to me without a +token of displeasure or regret? Has he ever uttered reproach, warning, +or command to you, although he knows I was and am your lover? Can you +deny these proofs, or pause to ask if he will refuse to break the tie +that binds him to a woman, whose superiority in all things keeps him a +subject where he would be a king? You do not know the heart of man if +you believe he will not bless you for his freedom." + +Like the cloud which just then swept across the valley, blotting out its +sunshine with a gloomy shadow, a troubled look flitted over Pauline's +face. But if the words woke any sleeping fear she cherished, it was +peremptorily banished, for scarcely had the watcher seen it than it was +gone. Her eyes still shone upon the ground, and still she prolonged the +bittersweet delight at seeing this humiliation of both soul and body by +asking the one question whose reply would complete her sad success. + +"Gilbert, do you believe I love you still?" + +"I know it! Can I not read the signs that proved it to me once? Can I +forget that, though you followed me to pity and despise, you have +remained to pardon and befriend? Am I not sure that no other power could +work the change you have wrought in me? I was learning to be content +with slavery, and slowly sinking into that indolence of will which makes +submission easy. I was learning to forget you, and be resigned to hold +the shadow when the substance was gone, but you came, and with a look +undid my work, with a word destroyed my hard-won peace, with a touch +roused the passion which was not dead but sleeping, and have made this +month of growing certainty to be the sweetest in my life--for I believed +all lost, and you showed me that all was won. Surely that smile is +propitious! and I may hope to hear the happy confirmation of my faith +from lips that were formed to say 'I love!'" + +She looked up then, and her eyes burned on him, with an expression which +made his heart leap with expectant joy, as over cheek and forehead +spread a glow of womanly emotion too genuine to be feigned, and her +voice thrilled with the fervor of that sentiment which blesses life and +outlives death. + +"Yes, I love; not as of old, with a girl's blind infatuation, but with +the warmth and wisdom of heart, mind, and soul--love made up of honor, +penitence and trust, nourished in secret by the better self which +lingers in the most tried and tempted of us, and now ready to blossom +and bear fruit, if God so wills. I have been once deceived, but faith +still endures, and I believe that I may yet earn this crowning gift of a +woman's life for the man who shall make my happiness as I make his--who +shall find me the prouder for past coldness, the humbler for past +pride--whose life shall pass serenely loving. And that beloved is--my +husband." If she had lifted her white hand and stabbed him, with that +smile upon her face, it would not have shocked him with a more pale +dismay than did those two words as Pauline shook him off and rose up, +beautiful and stern as an avenging angel. Dumb with an amazement too +fathomless for words, he knelt there motionless and aghast. She did not +speak. And, passing his hand across his eyes as if he felt himself the +prey to some delusion, he rose slowly, asking, half incredulously, half +imploringly, "Pauline, this is a jest?" + +"To me it is; to you--a bitter earnest." + +A dim foreboding of the truth fell on him then, and with it a strange +sense of fear; for in this apparition of human judgment he seemed to +receive a premonition of the divine. With a sudden gesture of something +like entreaty, he cried out, as if his fate lay in her hands, "How will +it end? how will it end?" + +"As it began--in sorrow, shame and loss." Then, in words that fell hot +and heavy on the sore heart made desolate, she poured out the dark +history of the wrong and the atonement wrung from him with such pitiless +patience and inexorable will. No hard fact remained unrecorded, no +subtle act unveiled, no hint of her bright future unspared to deepen the +gloom of his. And when the final word of doom died upon the lips that +should have awarded pardon, not punishment, Pauline tore away the last +gift he had given, and dropping it to the rocky path, set her foot upon +it, as if it were the scarlet badge of her subjection to the evil spirit +which had haunted her so long, now cast out and crushed forever. + +Gilbert had listened with a slowly gathering despair, which deepened to +the blind recklessness that comes to those whose passions are their +masters, when some blow smites but cannot subdue. Pale to his very lips, +with the still white wrath, so much more terrible to witness than the +fiercest ebullition of the ire that flames and feeds like a sudden fire, +he waited till she ended, then used the one retaliation she had left +him. His hand went to his breast, a tattered glove flashed white against +the cliff as he held it up before her, saying, in a voice that rose +gradually till the last words sounded clear above the waterfall's wild +song: + +"It was well and womanly done, Pauline, and I could wish Manuel a happy +life with such a tender, frank, and noble wife; but the future which you +paint so well never shall be his. For, by the Lord that hears me! I +swear I will end this jest of yours in a more bitter earnest than you +prophesied. Look; I have worn this since the night you began the +conflict, which has ended in defeat to me, as it shall to you. I do not +war with women, but you shall have one man's blood upon your soul, for I +will goad that tame boy to rebellion by flinging this in his face and +taunting him with a perfidy blacker than my own. Will that rouse him to +forget your commands and answer like a man?" + +"Yes!" + +The word rang through the air sharp and short as a pistol shot, a +slender brown hand wrenched the glove away, and Manuel came between +them. Wild with fear, Mrs. Redmond clung to him. Pauline sprang before +him, and for a moment the two faced each other, with a year's smoldering +jealousy and hate blazing in fiery eyes, trembling in clenched hands, +and surging through set teeth in defiant speech. + +"This is the gentleman who gambles his friend to desperation, and skulks +behind a woman, like the coward he is," sneered Gilbert. + +"Traitor and swindler, you lie!" shouted Manuel, and, flinging his wife +behind him, he sent the glove, with a stinging blow, full in his +opponent's face. + +Then the wild beast that lurks in every strong man's blood leaped up in +Gilbert Redmond's, as, with a single gesture of his sinewy right arm he +swept Manuel to the verge of the narrow ledge, saw him hang poised there +one awful instant, struggling to save the living weight that weighed him +down, heard a heavy plunge into the black pool below, and felt that +thrill of horrible delight which comes to murderers alone. + +So swift and sure had been the act it left no time for help. A rush, a +plunge, a pause, and then two figures stood where four had been--a man +and woman staring dumbly at each other, appalled at the dread silence +that made high noon more ghostly than the deepest night. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Pauline's Passion and Punishment + +Author: Louisa May Alcott + + +Release Date: June, 2005 [EBook #8384] +This file was first posted on July 5, 2003 +Last Updated: March 10, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAULINE'S PASSION AND PUNISHMENT *** + + + + +Text file produced by Beginners Projects, Laura Sabel and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + PAULINE'S PASSION + </h1> + <h4> + and + </h4> + <h1> + PUNISHMENT + </h1> + <h2> + by Louisa May Alcott + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> Chapter I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> Chapter II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> Chapter III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> Chapter IV </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter I + </h2> + <p> + To and fro, like a wild creature in its cage, paced that handsome woman, + with bent head, locked hands, and restless steps. Some mental storm, swift + and sudden as a tempest of the tropics, had swept over her and left its + marks behind. As if in anger at the beauty now proved powerless, all + ornaments had been flung away, yet still it shone undimmed, and filled her + with a passionate regret. A jewel glittered at her feet, leaving the lace + rent to shreds on the indignant bosom that had worn it; the wreaths of + hair that had crowned her with a woman's most womanly adornment fell + disordered upon shoulders that gleamed the fairer for the scarlet of the + pomegranate flowers clinging to the bright meshes that had imprisoned them + an hour ago; and over the face, once so affluent in youthful bloom, a + stern pallor had fallen like a blight, for pride was slowly conquering + passion, and despair had murdered hope. + </p> + <p> + Pausing in her troubled march, she swept away the curtain swaying in the + wind and looked out, as if imploring help from Nature, the great mother of + us all. A summer moon rode high in a cloudless heaven, and far as eye + could reach stretched the green wilderness of a Cuban <i>cafetal</i>. No + forest, but a tropical orchard, rich in lime, banana, plantain, palm, and + orange trees, under whose protective shade grew the evergreen coffee + plant, whose dark-red berries are the fortune of their possessor, and the + luxury of one-half the world. Wide avenues diverging from the mansion, + with its belt of brilliant shrubs and flowers, formed shadowy vistas, + along which, on the wings of the wind, came a breath of far-off music, + like a wooing voice; for the magic of night and distance lulled the + cadence of a Spanish <i>contradanza</i> to a trance of sound, soft, + subdued, and infinitely sweet. It was a southern scene, but not a southern + face that looked out upon it with such unerring glance; there was no + southern languor in the figure, stately and erect; no southern swarthiness + on fairest cheek and arm; no southern darkness in the shadowy gold of the + neglected hair; the light frost of northern snows lurked in the features, + delicately cut, yet vividly alive, betraying a temperament ardent, + dominant, and subtle. For passion burned in the deep eyes, changing their + violet to black. Pride sat on the forehead, with its dark brows; all a + woman's sweetest spells touched the lips, whose shape was a smile; and in + the spirited carriage of the head appeared the freedom of an intellect + ripened under colder skies, the energy of a nature that could wring + strength from suffering, and dare to act where feebler souls would only + dare desire. + </p> + <p> + Standing thus, conscious only of the wound that bled in that high heart of + hers, and the longing that gradually took shape and deepened to a purpose, + an alien presence changed the tragic atmosphere of that still room and + woke her from her dangerous mood. A wonderfully winning guise this + apparition wore, for youth, hope, and love endowed it with the charm that + gives beauty to the plainest, while their reign endures. A boy in any + other climate, in this his nineteen years had given him the stature of a + man; and Spain, the land of romance, seemed embodied in this figure, full + of the lithe slenderness of the whispering palms overhead, the warm + coloring of the deep-toned flowers sleeping in the room, the native grace + of the tame antelope lifting its human eyes to his as he lingered on the + threshold in an attitude eager yet timid, watching that other figure as it + looked into the night and found no solace there. + </p> + <p> + “Pauline!” + </p> + <p> + She turned as if her thought had taken voice and answered her, regarded + him a moment, as if hesitating to receive the granted wish, then beckoned + with the one word. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” + </p> + <p> + Instantly the fear vanished, the ardor deepened, and with an imperious + “Lie down!” to his docile attendant, the young man obeyed with equal + docility, looking as wistfully toward his mistress as the brute toward her + master, while he waited proudly humble for her commands. + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, why are you here?” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me! I saw Dolores bring a letter; you vanished, an hour passed, I + could wait no longer, and I came.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad, I needed my one friend. Read that.” + </p> + <p> + She offered a letter, and with her steady eyes upon him, her purpose + strengthening as she looked, stood watching the changes of that expressive + countenance. This was the letter: + </p> + <p> + Pauline— + </p> + <p> + Six months ago I left you, promising to return and take you home my wife; + I loved you, but I deceived you; for though my heart was wholly yours, my + hand was not mine to give. This it was that haunted me through all that + blissful summer, this that marred my happiness when you owned you loved + me, and this drove me from you, hoping I could break the tie with which I + had rashly bound myself. I could not, I am married, and there all ends. + Hate me, forget me, solace your pride with the memory that none knew your + wrong, assure your peace with the knowledge that mine is destroyed + forever, and leave my punishment to remorse and time. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert + </p> + <p> + With a gesture of wrathful contempt, Manuel flung the paper from him as he + flashed a look at his companion, muttering through his teeth, “Traitor! + Shall I kill him?” + </p> + <p> + Pauline laughed low to herself, a dreary sound, but answered with a slow + darkening of the face that gave her words an ominous significance. “Why + should you? Such revenge is brief and paltry, fit only for mock tragedies + or poor souls who have neither the will to devise nor the will to execute + a better. There are fates more terrible than death; weapons more keen than + poniards, more noiseless than pistols. Women use such, and work out a + subtler vengeance than men can conceive. Leave Gilbert to remorse—and + me.” + </p> + <p> + She paused an instant, and by some strong effort banished the black frown + from her brow, quenched the baleful fire of her eyes, and left nothing + visible but the pale determination that made her beautiful face more + eloquent than her words. + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, in a week I leave the island.” + </p> + <p> + “Alone, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not alone.” + </p> + <p> + A moment they looked into each other's eyes, each endeavoring to read the + other. Manuel saw some indomitable purpose, bent on conquering all + obstacles. Pauline saw doubt, desire, and hope; knew that a word would + bring the ally she needed; and, with a courage as native to her as her + pride, resolved to utter it. + </p> + <p> + Seating herself, she beckoned her companion to assume the place beside + her, but for the first time he hesitated. Something in the unnatural + calmness of her manner troubled him, for his southern temperament was + alive to influences whose presence would have been unfelt by one less + sensitive. He took the cushion at her feet, saying, half tenderly, half + reproachfully, “Let me keep my old place till I know in what character I + am to fill the new. The man you trusted has deserted you; the boy you + pitied will prove loyal. Try him, Pauline.” + </p> + <p> + “I will.” + </p> + <p> + And with the bitter smile unchanged upon her lips, the low voice unshaken + in its tones, the deep eyes unwavering in their gaze, Pauline went on: + </p> + <p> + “You know my past, happy as a dream till eighteen. Then all was swept + away, home, fortune, friends, and I was left, like an unfledged bird, + without even the shelter of a cage. For five years I have made my life + what I could, humble, honest, but never happy, till I came here, for here + I saw Gilbert. In the poor companion of your guardian's daughter he seemed + to see the heiress I had been, and treated me as such. This flattered my + pride and touched my heart. He was kind, I grateful; then he loved me, and + God knows how utterly I loved him! A few months of happiness the purest, + then he went to make home ready for me, and I believed him; for where I + wholly love I wholly trust. While my own peace was undisturbed, I learned + to read the language of your eyes, Manuel, to find the boy grown into the + man, the friend warmed into a lover. Your youth had kept me blind too + long. Your society had grown dear to me, and I loved you like a sister for + your unvarying kindness to the solitary woman who earned her bread and + found it bitter. I told you my secret to prevent the utterance of your + own. You remember the promise you made me then, keep it still, and bury + the knowledge of my lost happiness deep in your pitying heart, as I shall + in my proud one. Now the storm is over, and I am ready for my work again, + but it must be a new task in a new scene. I hate this house, this room, + the faces I must meet, the duties I must perform, for the memory of that + traitor haunts them all. I see a future full of interest, a stage whereon + I could play a stirring part. I long for it intensely, yet cannot make it + mine alone. Manuel, do you love me still?” + </p> + <p> + Bending suddenly, she brushed back the dark hair that streaked his + forehead and searched the face that in an instant answered her. Like a + swift rising light, the eloquent blood rushed over swarthy cheek and brow, + the slumberous softness of the eyes kindled with a flash, and the lips, + sensitive as any woman's, trembled yet broke into a rapturous smile as he + cried, with fervent brevity, “I would die for you!” + </p> + <p> + A look of triumph swept across her face, for with this boy, as chivalrous + as ardent, she knew that words were not mere breath. Still, with her stern + purpose uppermost, she changed the bitter smile into one half-timid, + half-tender, as she bent still nearer, “Manuel, in a week I leave the + island. Shall I go alone?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Pauline.” + </p> + <p> + He understood her now. She saw it in the sudden paleness that fell on him, + heard it in the rapid beating of his heart, felt it in the strong grasp + that fastened on her hand, and knew that the first step was won. A + regretful pang smote her, but the dark mood which had taken possession of + her stifled the generous warnings of her better self and drove her on. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, Manuel. A strange spirit rules me tonight, but I will have no + reserves from you, all shall be told; then, if you will come, be it so; if + not, I shall go my way as solitary as I came. If you think that this loss + has broken my heart, undeceive yourself, for such as I live years in an + hour and show no sign. I have shed no tears, uttered no cry, asked no + comfort; yet, since I read that letter, I have suffered more than many + suffer in a lifetime. I am not one to lament long over any hopeless + sorrow. A single paroxysm, sharp and short, and it is over. Contempt has + killed my love, I have buried it, and no power can make it live again, + except as a pale ghost that will not rest till Gilbert shall pass through + an hour as bitter as the last.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that the task you give yourself, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + The savage element that lurks in southern blood leaped up in the boy's + heart as he listened, glittered in his eye, and involuntarily found + expression in the nervous grip of the hands that folded a fairer one + between them. Alas for Pauline that she had roused the sleeping devil, and + was glad to see it! + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is weak, wicked, and unwomanly; yet I persist as relentlessly as + any Indian on a war trail. See me as I am, not the gay girl you have + known, but a revengeful woman with but one tender spot now left in her + heart, the place you fill. I have been wronged, and I long to right myself + at once. Time is too slow; I cannot wait, for that man must be taught that + two can play at the game of hearts, taught soon and sharply. I can do + this, can wound as I have been wounded, can sting him with contempt, and + prove that I too can forget.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Pauline. Show me how I am to help you.” + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, I want fortune, rank, splendor, and power; you can give me all + these, and a faithful friend beside. I desire to show Gilbert the creature + he deserted no longer poor, unknown, unloved, but lifted higher than + himself, cherished, honored, applauded, her life one of royal pleasure, + herself a happy queen. Beauty, grace, and talent you tell me I possess; + wealth gives them luster, rank exalts them, power makes them irresistible. + Place these worldly gifts in my hand and that hand is yours. See, I offer + it.” + </p> + <p> + She did so, but it was not taken. Manuel had left his seat and now stood + before her, awed by the undertone of strong emotion in her calmly spoken + words, bewildered by the proposal so abruptly made, longing to ask the + natural question hovering on his lips, yet too generous to utter it. + Pauline read his thought, and answered it with no touch of pain or pride + in the magical voice that seldom spoke in vain. + </p> + <p> + “I know your wish; it is as just as your silence is generous, and I reply + to it in all sincerity. You would ask, 'When I have given all that I + possess, what do I receive in return?' This—a wife whose friendship + is as warm as many a woman's love; a wife who will give you all the heart + still left her, and cherish the hope that time may bring a harvest of real + affection to repay you for the faithfulness of years; who, though she + takes the retribution of a wrong into her hands and executes it in the + face of heaven, never will forget the honorable name you give into her + keeping or blemish it by any act of hers. I can promise no more. Will this + content you, Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + Before she ended his face was hidden in his hands, and tears streamed + through them as he listened, for like a true child of the south each + emotion found free vent and spent itself as swiftly as it rose. The + reaction was more than he could bear, for in a moment his life was + changed, months of hopeless longing were banished with a word, a blissful + yes canceled the hard no that had been accepted as inexorable, and + Happiness, lifting her full cup to his lips, bade him drink. A moment he + yielded to the natural relief, then dashed his tears away and threw + himself at Pauline's feet in that attitude fit only for a race as graceful + as impassioned. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me! Take all I have—fortune, name, and my poor self; use us + as you will, we are proud and happy to be spent for you! No service will + be too hard, no trial too long if in the end you learn to love me with one + tithe of the affection I have made my life. Do you mean it? Am I to go + with you? To be near you always, to call you wife, and know we are each + other's until death? What have I ever done to earn a fate like this?” + </p> + <p> + Fast and fervently he spoke, and very winsome was the glad abandonment of + this young lover, half boy, half man, possessing the simplicity of the + one, the fervor of the other. Pauline looked and listened with a soothing + sense of consolation in the knowledge that this loyal heart was all her + own, a sweet foretaste of the devotion which henceforth was to shelter her + from poverty, neglect, and wrong, and turn life's sunniest side to one who + had so long seen only its most bleak and barren. Still at her feet, his + arms about her waist, his face flushed and proud, lifted to hers, Manuel + saw the cold mask soften, the stern eyes melt with a sudden dew as Pauline + watched him, saying, “Dear Manuel, love me less; I am not worth such + ardent and entire faith. Pause and reflect before you take this step. I + will not bind you to my fate too soon lest you repent too late. We both + stand alone in the world, free to make or mar our future as we will. I + have chosen my lot. Recall all it may cost you to share it and be sure the + price is not too high a one. Remember I am poor, you the possessor of one + princely fortune, the sole heir to another.” + </p> + <p> + “The knowledge of this burdened me before; now I glory in it because I + have the more for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, I am older than yourself, and may early lose the beauty you + love so well, leaving an old wife to burden your youth.” + </p> + <p> + “What are a few years to me? Women like you grow lovelier with age, and + you shall have a strong young husband to lean on all your life.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, I am not of your faith, and the priests will shut me out from + your heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “Let them prate as they will. Where you go I will go; Santa Paula shall be + my madonna!” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, I am a deserted woman, and in the world we are going to my name + may become the sport of that man's cruel tongue. Could you bear that + patiently; and curb your fiery pride if I desired it?” + </p> + <p> + “Anything for you, Pauline!” + </p> + <p> + “One thing more. I give you my liberty; for a time give me forbearance in + return, and though wed in haste woo me slowly, lest this sore heart of + mine find even your light yoke heavy. Can you promise this, and wait till + time has healed my wound, and taught me to be meek?” + </p> + <p> + “I swear to obey you in all things; make me what you will, for soul and + body I am wholly yours henceforth.” + </p> + <p> + “Faithful and true! I knew you would not fail me. Now go, Manuel. Tomorrow + do your part resolutely as I shall do mine, and in a week we will begin + the new life together. Ours is a strange betrothal, but it shall not lack + some touch of tenderness from me. Love, good night.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline bent till her bright hair mingled with the dark, kissed the boy on + lips and forehead as a fond sister might have done, then put him gently + from her; and like one in a blessed dream he went away to pace all night + beneath her window, longing for the day. + </p> + <p> + As the echo of his steps died along the corridor, Pauline's eye fell on + the paper lying where her lover flung it. At this sight all the softness + vanished, the stern woman reappeared, and, crushing it in her hand with + slow significance, she said low to herself, “This is an old, old story, + but it shall have a new ending.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter II + </h2> + <h3> + “What jewels will the señora wear tonight?” + </h3> + <p> + “None, Dolores. Manuel has gone for flowers—he likes them best. You + may go.” + </p> + <p> + “But the señora's toilette is not finished; the sandals, the gloves, the + garland yet remain.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave them all; I shall not go down. I am tired of this endless folly. + Give me that book and go.” + </p> + <p> + The pretty Creole obeyed; and careless of Dolores' work, Pauline sank into + the deep chair with a listless mien, turned the pages for a little, then + lost herself in thoughts that seemed to bring no rest. + </p> + <p> + Silently the young husband entered and, pausing, regarded his wife with + mingled pain and pleasure—pain to see her so spiritless, pleasure to + see her so fair. She seemed unconscious of his presence till the fragrance + of his floral burden betrayed him, and looking up to smile a welcome she + met a glance that changed the sad dreamer into an excited actor, for it + told her that the object of her search was found. Springing erect, she + asked eagerly, “Manuel, is he here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Alone?” + </p> + <p> + “His wife is with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she beautiful?” + </p> + <p> + “Pretty, petite, and petulant.” + </p> + <p> + “And he?” + </p> + <p> + “Unchanged: the same imposing figure and treacherous face, the same + restless eye and satanic mouth. Pauline, let me insult him!” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet. Were they together?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. He seemed anxious to leave her, but she called him back imperiously, + and he came like one who dared not disobey.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he see you?” + </p> + <p> + “The crowd was too dense, and I kept in the shadow.” + </p> + <p> + “The wife's name? Did you learn it?” + </p> + <p> + “Barbara St. Just.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I knew her once and will again. Manuel, am I beautiful tonight?” + </p> + <p> + “How can you be otherwise to me?” + </p> + <p> + “That is not enough. I must look my fairest to others, brilliant and + blithe, a happy-hearted bride whose honeymoon is not yet over.” + </p> + <p> + “For his sake, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “For yours. I want him to envy you your youth, your comeliness, your + content; to see the man he once sneered at the husband of the woman he + once loved; to recall impotent regret. I know his nature, and can stir him + to his heart's core with a look, revenge myself with a word, and read the + secrets of his life with a skill he cannot fathom.” + </p> + <p> + “And when you have done all this, shall you be happier, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “Infinitely; our three weeks' search is ended, and the real interest of + the plot begins. I have played the lover for your sake, now play the man + of the world for mine. This is the moment we have waited for. Help me to + make it successful. Come! Crown me with your garland, give me the + bracelets that were your wedding gift—none can be too brilliant for + tonight. Now the gloves and fan. Stay, my sandals—you shall play + Dolores and tie them on.” + </p> + <p> + With an air of smiling coquetry he had never seen before, Pauline + stretched out a truly Spanish foot and offered him its dainty covering. + Won by the animation of her manner, Manuel forgot his misgivings and + played his part with boyish spirit, hovering about his stately wife as no + assiduous maid had ever done; for every flower was fastened with a word + sweeter than itself, the white arms kissed as the ornaments went on, and + when the silken knots were deftly accomplished, the lighthearted + bridegroom performed a little dance of triumph about his idol, till she + arrested him, beckoning as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, I am waiting to assume the last best ornament you have given me, + my handsome husband.” Then, as he came to her laughing with frank pleasure + at her praise, she added, “You, too, must look your best and bravest now, + and remember you must enact the man tonight. Before Gilbert wear your + stateliest aspect, your tenderest to me, your courtliest to his wife. You + possess dramatic skill. Use it for my sake, and come for your reward when + this night's work is done.” + </p> + <p> + The great hotel was swarming with life, ablaze with light, resonant with + the tread of feet, the hum of voices, the musical din of the band, and + full of the sights and sounds which fill such human hives at a fashionable + watering place in the height of the season. As Manuel led his wife along + the grand hall thronged with promenaders, his quick ear caught the + whispered comments of the passers-by, and the fragmentary rumors + concerning themselves amused him infinitely. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mon ami!</i> There are five bridal couples here tonight, and there is + the handsomest, richest, and most enchanting of them all. The groom is not + yet twenty, they tell me, and the bride still younger. Behold them!” + </p> + <p> + Manuel looked down at Pauline with a mirthful glance, but she had not + heard. + </p> + <p> + “See, Belle! Cubans; own half the island between them. Splendid, aren't + they? Look at the diamonds on her lovely arms, and his ravishing + moustache. Isn't he your ideal of Prince Djalma, in The Wandering Jew?” + </p> + <p> + A pretty girl, forgetting propriety in interest, pointed as they passed. + Manuel half-bowed to the audible compliment, and the blushing damsel + vanished, but Pauline had not seen. + </p> + <p> + “Jack, there's the owner of the black span you fell into raptures over. My + lord and lady look as highbred as their stud. We'll patronize them!” + </p> + <p> + Manuel muttered a disdainful “<i>Impertinente!</i>” between his teeth as + he surveyed a brace of dandies with an air that augured ill for the + patronage of Young America, but Pauline was unconscious of both criticism + and reproof. A countercurrent held them stationary for a moment, and close + behind them sounded a voice saying, confidentially, to some silent + listener, “The Redmonds are here tonight, and I am curious to see how he + bears his disappointment. You know he married for money, and was outwitted + in the bargain; for his wife's fortune not only proves to be much less + than he was led to believe, but is so tied up that he is entirely + dependent upon her, and the bachelor debts he sold himself to liquidate + still harass him, with a wife's reproaches to augment the affliction. To + be ruled by a spoiled child's whims is a fit punishment for a man whom + neither pride nor principle could curb before. Let us go and look at the + unfortunate.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline heard now. Manuel felt her start, saw her flush and pale, then her + eye lit, and the dark expression he dreaded to see settled on her face as + she whispered, like a satanic echo, “Let us also go and look at this + unfortunate.” + </p> + <p> + A jealous pang smote the young man's heart as he recalled the past. + </p> + <p> + “You pity him, Pauline, and pity is akin to love.” + </p> + <p> + “I only pity what I respect. Rest content, my husband.” + </p> + <p> + Steadily her eyes met his, and the hand whose only ornament was a wedding + ring went to meet the one folded on his arm with a confiding gesture that + made the action a caress. + </p> + <p> + “I will try to be, yet mine is a hard part,” Manuel answered with a sigh, + then silently they both paced on. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert Redmond lounged behind his wife's chair, looking intensely bored. + </p> + <p> + “Have you had enough of this folly, Babie?” + </p> + <p> + “No, we have but just come. Let us dance.” + </p> + <p> + “Too late; they have begun.” + </p> + <p> + “Then go about with me. It's very tiresome sitting here.” + </p> + <p> + “It is too warm to walk in all that crowd, child.” + </p> + <p> + “You are so indolent! Tell me who people are as they pass. I know no one + here.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I.” + </p> + <p> + But his act belied the words, for as they passed his lips he rose erect, + with a smothered exclamation and startled face, as if a ghost had suddenly + confronted him. The throng had thinned, and as his wife followed the + direction of his glance, she saw no uncanny apparition to cause such + evident dismay, but a woman fair-haired, violet-eyed, blooming and serene, + sweeping down the long hall with noiseless grace. An air of sumptuous life + pervaded her, the shimmer of bridal snow surrounded her, bridal gifts + shone on neck and arms, and bridal happiness seemed to touch her with its + tender charm as she looked up at her companion, as if there were but one + human being in the world to her. This companion, a man slender and tall, + with a face delicately dark as a fine bronze, looked back at her with eyes + as eloquent as her own, while both spoke rapidly and low in the melodious + language which seems made for lover's lips. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, who are they?” + </p> + <p> + There was no answer, and before she could repeat the question the + approaching pair paused before her, and the beautiful woman offered her + hand, saying, with inquiring smiles, “Barbara, have you forgotten your + early friend, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + Recognition came with the familiar name, and Mrs. Redmond welcomed the + newcomer with a delight as unrestrained as if she were still the + schoolgirl, Babie. Then, recovering herself, she said, with a pretty + attempt at dignity, “Let me present my husband. Gilbert, come and welcome + my friend Pauline Valary.” + </p> + <p> + Scarlet with shame, dumb with conflicting emotions, and utterly deserted + by self-possession, Redmond stood with downcast eyes and agitated mien, + suffering a year's remorse condensed into a moment. A mute gesture was all + the greeting he could offer. Pauline slightly bent her haughty head as she + answered, in a voice frostily sweet, “Your wife mistakes. Pauline Valary + died three weeks ago, and Pauline Laroche rose from her ashes. Manuel, my + schoolmate, Mrs. Redmond; Gilbert you already know.” + </p> + <p> + With the manly presence he could easily assume and which was henceforth to + be his role in public, Manuel bowed courteously to the lady, coldly to the + gentleman, and looked only at his wife. Mrs. Redmond, though childish, was + observant; she glanced from face to face, divined a mystery, and spoke out + at once. + </p> + <p> + “Then you have met before? Gilbert, you have never told me this.” + </p> + <p> + “It was long ago—in Cuba. I believed they had forgotten me.” + </p> + <p> + “I never forget.” And Pauline's eye turned on him with a look he dared not + meet. + </p> + <p> + Unsilenced by her husband's frown, Mrs. Redmond, intent on pleasing + herself, drew her friend to the seat beside her as she said petulantly, + “Gilbert tells me nothing, and I am constantly discovering things which + might have given me pleasure had he only chosen to be frank. I've spoken + of you often, yet he never betrayed the least knowledge of you, and I take + it very ill of him, because I am sure he has not forgotten you. Sit here, + Pauline, and let me tease you with questions, as I used to do so long ago. + You were always patient with me, and though far more beautiful, your face + is still the same kind one that comforted the little child at school. + Gilbert, enjoy your friend, and leave us to ourselves until the dance is + over.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline obeyed; but as she chatted, skillfully leading the young wife's + conversation to her own affairs, she listened to the two voices behind + her, watched the two figures reflected in the mirror before her, and felt + a secret pride in Manuel's address, for it was evident that the former + positions were renewed. + </p> + <p> + The timid boy who had feared the sarcastic tongue of his guardian's guest, + and shrunk from his presence to conceal the jealousy that was his jest, + now stood beside his formal rival, serene and self-possessed, by far the + manliest man of the two, for no shame daunted him, no fear oppressed him, + no dishonorable deed left him at the mercy of another's tongue. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert Redmond felt this keenly, and cursed the falsehood which had + placed him in such an unenviable position. It was vain to assume the old + superiority that was forfeited; but too much a man of the world to be long + discomforted by any contretemps like this, he rapidly regained his + habitual ease of manner, and avoiding the perilous past clung to the safer + present, hoping, by some unguarded look or word, to fathom the purpose of + his adversary, for such he knew the husband of Pauline must be at heart. + But Manuel schooled his features, curbed his tongue, and when his hot + blood tempted him to point his smooth speech with a taunt, or offer a + silent insult with the eye, he remembered Pauline, looked down on the + graceful head below, and forgot all other passions in that of love. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, my shawl. The sea air chills me.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot it, Babie.” + </p> + <p> + “Allow me to supply the want.” + </p> + <p> + Mindful of his wife's commands, Manuel seized this opportunity to win a + glance of commendation from her. And taking the downy mantle that hung + upon his arm, he wrapped the frail girl in it with a care that made the + act as cordial as courteous. Mrs. Redmond felt the charm of his manner + with the quickness of a woman, and sent a reproachful glance at Gilbert as + she said plaintively, “Ah! It is evident that my honeymoon is over, and + the assiduous lover replaced by the negligent husband. Enjoy your + midsummer night's dream while you may, Pauline, and be ready for the + awakening that must come.” + </p> + <p> + “Not to her, madame, for our honeymoon shall last till the golden wedding + day comes round. Shall it not, cariña?” + </p> + <p> + “There is no sign of waning yet, Manuel,” and Pauline looked up into her + husband's face with a genuine affection which made her own more beautiful + and filled his with a visible content. Gilbert read the glance, and in + that instant suffered the first pang of regret that Pauline had foretold. + He spoke abruptly, longing to be away. + </p> + <p> + “Babie, we may dance now, if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “I am going, but not with you—so give me my fan, and entertain + Pauline till my return.” + </p> + <p> + He unclosed his hand, but the delicately carved fan fell at his feet in a + shower of ivory shreds—he had crushed it as he watched his first + love with the bitter thought “It might have been!” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, Babie, it was too frail for use; you should choose a + stronger.” + </p> + <p> + “I will next time, and a gentler hand to hold it. Now, Monsieur Laroche, I + am ready.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Redmond rose in a small bustle of satisfaction, shook out her + flounces, glanced at the mirror, then Manuel led her away; and the other + pair were left alone. Both felt a secret agitation quicken their breath + and thrill along their nerves, but the woman concealed it best. Gilbert's + eye wandered restlessly to and fro, while Pauline fixed her own on his as + quietly as if he were the statue in the niche behind him. For a moment he + tried to seem unconscious of it, then essayed to meet and conquer it, but + failed signally and, driven to his last resources by that steady gaze, + resolved to speak out and have all over before his wife's return. Assuming + the seat beside her, he said, impetuously, “Pauline, take off your mask as + I do mine—we are alone now, and may see each other as we are.” + </p> + <p> + Leaning deep into the crimson curve of the couch, with the indolent grace + habitual to her, yet in strong contrast to the vigilant gleam of her eye, + she swept her hand across her face as if obeying him, yet no change + followed, as she said with a cold smile, “It is off; what next?” + </p> + <p> + “Let me understand you. Did my letter reach your hands?” + </p> + <p> + “A week before my marriage.” + </p> + <p> + He drew a long breath of relief, yet a frown gathered as he asked, like + one loath and eager to be satisfied, “Your love died a natural death, + then, and its murder does not lie at my door?” + </p> + <p> + Pointing to the shattered toy upon the ground, she only echoed his own + words. “It was too frail for use—I chose a stronger.” + </p> + <p> + It wounded, as she meant it should; and the evil spirit to whose guidance + she had yielded herself exulted to see his self-love bleed, and pride + vainly struggle to conceal the stab. He caught the expression in her + averted glance, bent suddenly a fixed and scrutinizing gaze upon her, + asking, below his breath, “Then why are you here to tempt me with the face + that tempted me a year ago?” + </p> + <p> + “I came to see the woman to whom you sold yourself. I have seen her, and + am satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + Such quiet contempt iced her tones, such pitiless satisfaction shone + through the long lashes that swept slowly down, after her eye had met and + caused his own to fall again, that Gilbert's cheek burned as if the words + had been a blow, and mingled shame and anger trembled in his voice. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you are quick to read our secret, for you possess the key. Have you + no fear that I may read your own, and tell the world you sold your beauty + for a name and fortune? Your bargain is a better one than mine, but I know + you too well, though your fetters are diamonds and your master a fond + boy.” + </p> + <p> + She had been prepared for this, and knew she had a shield in the real + regard she bore her husband, for though sisterly, it was sincere. She felt + its value now, for it gave her courage to confront the spirit of + retaliation she had roused, and calmness to answer the whispered taunt + with an unruffled mien, as lifting her white arm she let its single + decoration drop glittering to her lap. + </p> + <p> + “You see my 'fetters' are as loose as they are light, and nothing binds me + but my will. Read my heart, if you can. You will find there contempt for a + love so poor that it feared poverty; pity for a man who dared not face the + world and conquer it, as a girl had done before him, and gratitude that I + have found my 'master' in a truehearted boy, not a falsehearted man. If I + am a slave, I never know it. Can you say as much?” + </p> + <p> + Her woman's tongue avenged her, and Gilbert owned his defeat. Pain + quenched the ire of his glance, remorse subdued his pride, + self-condemnation compelled him to ask, imploringly, “Pauline, when may I + hope for pardon?” + </p> + <p> + “Never.” + </p> + <p> + The stern utterance of the word dismayed him, and, like one shut out from + hope, he rose, as if to leave her, but paused irresolutely, looked back, + then sank down again, as if constrained against his will by a longing past + control. If she had doubted her power this action set the doubt at rest, + as the haughtiest nature she had known confessed it by a bittersweet + complaint. Eyeing her wistfully, tenderly, Gilbert murmured, in the voice + of long ago, “Why do I stay to wound and to be wounded by the hand that + once caressed me? Why do I find more pleasure in your contempt than in + another woman's praise, and feel myself transported into the delights of + that irrecoverable past, now grown the sweetest, saddest memory of my + life? Send me away, Pauline, before the old charm asserts its power, and I + forget that I am not the happy lover of a year ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave me then, Gilbert. Good night.” + </p> + <p> + Half unconsciously, the former softness stole into her voice as it + lingered on his name. The familiar gesture accompanied the words, the old + charm did assert itself, and for an instant changed the cold woman into + the ardent girl again. Gilbert did not go but, with a hasty glance down + the deserted hall behind him, captured and kissed the hand he had lost, + passionately whispering, “Pauline, I love you still, and that look assures + me that you have forgiven, forgotten, and kept a place for me in that deep + heart of yours. It is too late to deny it. I have seen the tender eyes + again, and the sight has made me the proudest, happiest man that walks the + world tonight, slave though I am.” + </p> + <p> + Over cheek and forehead rushed the treacherous blood as the violet eyes + filled and fell before his own, and in the glow of mingled pain and fear + that stirred her blood, Pauline, for the first time, owned the peril of + the task she had set herself, saw the dangerous power she possessed, and + felt the buried passion faintly moving in its grave. Indignant at her own + weakness, she took refuge in the memory of her wrong, controlled the rebel + color, steeled the front she showed him, and with feminine skill mutely + conveyed the rebuke she would not trust herself to utter, by stripping the + glove from the hand he had touched and dropping it disdainfully as if + unworthy of its place. Gilbert had not looked for such an answer, and + while it baffled him it excited his man's spirit to rebel against her + silent denial. With a bitter laugh he snatched up the glove. + </p> + <p> + “I read a defiance in your eye as you flung this down. I accept the + challenge, and will keep gage until I prove myself the victor. I have + asked for pardon. You refuse it. I have confessed my love. You scorn it. I + have possessed myself of your secret, yet you deny it. Now we will try our + strength together, and leave those children to their play.” + </p> + <p> + “We are the children, and we play with edge tools. There has been enough + of this, there must be no more.” Pauline rose with her haughtiest mien, + and the brief command, “Take me to Manuel.” + </p> + <p> + Silently Gilbert offered his arm, and silently she rejected it. + </p> + <p> + “Will you accept nothing from me?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing.” + </p> + <p> + Side by side they passed through the returning throng till Mrs. Redmond + joined them, looking blithe and bland with the exhilaration of gallantry + and motion. Manuel's first glance was at Pauline, his second at her + companion; there was a shadow upon the face of each, which seemed + instantly to fall upon his own as he claimed his wife with a masterful + satisfaction as novel as becoming, and which prompted her to whisper, “You + enact your role to the life, and shall enjoy a foretaste of your reward at + once. I want excitement; let us show these graceless, frozen people the + true art of dancing, and electrify them with the life and fire of a Cuban + valse.” + </p> + <p> + Manuel kindled at once, and Pauline smiled stealthily as she glanced over + her shoulder from the threshold of the dancing hall, for her slightest + act, look, and word had their part to play in that night's drama. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, if you are tired I will go now.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, I begin to find it interesting. Let us watch the dancers.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Redmond accepted the tardy favor, wondering at his unwonted + animation, for never had she seen such eagerness in his countenance, such + energy in his manner as he pressed through the crowd and won a place where + they could freely witness one of those exhibitions of fashionable + figurante which are nightly to be seen at such resorts. Many couples were + whirling around the white hall, but among them one pair circled with + slowly increasing speed, in perfect time to the inspiring melody of + trumpet, flute, and horn, that seemed to sound for them alone. Many paused + to watch them, for they gave to the graceful pastime the enchantment which + few have skill enough to lend it, and made it a spectacle of life-enjoying + youth, to be remembered long after the music ceased and the agile feet + were still. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert's arm was about his little wife to shield her from the pressure of + the crowd, and as they stood his hold unconsciously tightened, till, + marveling at this unwonted care, she looked up to thank him with a happy + glance and discovered that his eye rested on a single pair, kindling as + they approached, keenly scanning every gesture as they floated by, + following them with untiring vigilance through the many-colored mazes they + threaded with such winged steps, while his breath quickened, his hand kept + time, and every sense seemed to own the intoxication of the scene. + Sorrowfully she too watched this pair, saw their grace, admired their + beauty, envied their happiness; for, short as her wedded life had been, + the thorns already pierced her through the roses, and with each airy + revolution of those figures, dark and bright, her discontent increased, + her wonder deepened, her scrutiny grew keener, for she knew no common + interest held her husband there, fascinated, flushed, and excited as if + his heart beat responsive to the rhythmic rise and fall of that booted + foot and satin slipper. The music ended with a crash, the crowd surged + across the floor, and the spell was broken. Like one but half + disenchanted, Gilbert stood a moment, then remembered his wife, and + looking down met brown eyes, full of tears, fastened on his face. + </p> + <p> + “Tired so soon, Babie? Or in a pet because I cannot change myself into a + thistledown and float about with you, like Manuel and Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “Neither; I was only wishing that you loved me as he loves her, and hoping + he would never tire of her, they are so fond and charming now. How long + have you known them—and where?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall have no peace until I tell you. I passed a single summer with + them in a tropical paradise, where we swung half the day in hammocks, + under tamarind and almond trees; danced half the night to music, of which + this seems but a faint echo; and led a life of luxurious delight in an + enchanted climate, where all is so beautiful and brilliant that its memory + haunts a life as pressed flowers sweeten the leaves of a dull book.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you leave it then?” + </p> + <p> + “To marry you, child.” + </p> + <p> + “That was a regretful sigh, as if I were not worth the sacrifice. Let us + go back and enjoy it together.” + </p> + <p> + “If you were dying for it, I would not take you to Cuba. It would be + purgatory, not paradise, now.” + </p> + <p> + “How stern you look, how strangely you speak. Would you not go to save + your own life, Gilbert?” + </p> + <p> + “I would not cross the room to do that, much less the sea.” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you both love and dread it? Don't frown, but tell me. I have a + right to know.” + </p> + <p> + “Because the bitterest blunder of my life was committed there—a + blunder that I never can repair in this world, and may be damned for in + the next. Rest satisfied with this, Babie, lest you prove like Bluebeard's + wife, and make another skeleton in my closet, which has enough already.” + </p> + <p> + Strange regret was in his voice, strange gloom fell upon his face; but + though rendered doubly curious by the change, Mrs. Redmond dared not + question further and, standing silent, furtively scanned the troubled + countenance beside her. Gilbert spoke first, waking out of his sorrowful + reverie with a start. + </p> + <p> + “Pauline is coming. Say adieu, not au revoir, for tomorrow we must leave + this place.” + </p> + <p> + His words were a command, his aspect one of stern resolve, though the + intensest longing mingled with the dark look he cast on the approaching + pair. The tone, the glance displeased his willful wife, who loved to use + her power and exact obedience where she had failed to win affection, often + ruling imperiously when a tender word would have made her happy to submit. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, you take no thought for my pleasures though you pursue your own + at my expense. Your neglect forces me to find solace and satisfaction + where I can, and you have forfeited your right to command or complain. I + love Pauline, I am happy with her, therefore I shall stay until we tire of + one another. I am a burden to you; go if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “You know I cannot without you, Babie. I ask it as a favor. For my sake, + for your own, I implore you to come away.” + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, do you love her?” + </p> + <p> + She seized his arm and forced an answer by the energy of her sharply + whispered question. He saw that it was vain to dissemble, yet replied with + averted head, “I did and still remember it.” + </p> + <p> + “And she? Did she return your love?” + </p> + <p> + “I believed so; but she forgot me when I went. She married Manuel and is + happy. Babie, let me go!” + </p> + <p> + “No! you shall stay and feel a little of the pain I feel when I look into + your heart and find I have no place there. It is this which has stood + between us and made all my efforts vain. I see it now and despise you for + the falsehood you have shown me, vowing you loved no one but me until I + married you, then letting me so soon discover that I was only an + encumbrance to your enjoyment of the fortune I possessed. You treat me + like a child, but I suffer like a woman, and you shall share my suffering, + because you might have spared me, and you did not. Gilbert, you shall + stay.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so, but remember I have warned you.” + </p> + <p> + An exultant expression broke through the gloom of her husband's face as he + answered with the grim satisfaction of one who gave restraint to the mind, + and stood ready to follow whatever impulse should sway him next. His wife + trembled inwardly at what she had done, but was too proud to recall her + words and felt a certain bitter pleasure in the excitement of the new + position she had taken, the new interest given to her listless life. + </p> + <p> + Pauline and Manuel found them standing silently together, for a moment had + done the work of years and raised a barrier between them never to be swept + away. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Redmond spoke first, and with an air half resentful, half triumphant: + </p> + <p> + “Pauline, this morose husband of mine says we must leave tomorrow. But in + some things I rule; this is one of them. Therefore we remain and go with + you to the mountains when we are tired of the gay life here. So smile and + submit, Gilbert, else these friends will count your society no favor. + Would you not fancy, from the aspect he thinks proper to assume, that I + had sentenced him to a punishment, not a pleasure?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you have unwittingly, Babie. Marriage is said to cancel the + follies of the past, but not those of the future, I believe; and, as there + are many temptations to an idle man in a place like this, doubtless your + husband is wise enough to own that he dares not stay but finds discretion + the better part of valor.” + </p> + <p> + Nothing could be softer than the tone in which these words were uttered, + nothing sharper than the hidden taunt conveyed, but Gilbert only laughed a + scornful laugh as he fixed his keen eyes full upon her and took her + bouquet with the air of one assuming former rights. + </p> + <p> + “My dear Pauline, discretion is the last virtue I should expect to be + accused of by you; but if valor consists in daring all things, I may lay + claim to it without its 'better part,' for temptation is my delight—the + stronger the better. Have no fears for me, my friend. I gladly accept + Babie's decree and, ignoring the last ten years, intend to begin life + anew, having discovered a sauce piquante which will give the stalest + pleasures a redoubled zest. I am unfortunate tonight, and here is a second + wreck; this I can rebuild happily. Allow me to do so, for I remember you + once praised my skill in floral architecture.” + </p> + <p> + With an air of eager gallantry in strange contrast to the malign + expression of his countenance, Gilbert knelt to regather the flowers which + a careless gesture of his own had scattered from their jeweled holder. His + wife turned to speak to Manuel, and, yielding to the unconquerable anxiety + his reckless manner awoke, Pauline whispered below her breath as she bent + as if to watch the work, “Gilbert, follow your first impulse, and go + tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing shall induce me to.” + </p> + <p> + “I warn you harm will come of it.” “Let it come; I am past fear now.” + </p> + <p> + “Shun me for Babie's sake, if not for your own.” + </p> + <p> + “Too late for that; she is headstrong—let her suffer.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you no power, Gilbert?” + </p> + <p> + “None over her, much over you.” + </p> + <p> + “We will prove that!” + </p> + <p> + “We will!” Rapidly as words could shape them, these questions and answers + fell, and with their utterance the last generous feeling died in Pauline's + breast; for as she received the flowers, now changed from a love token to + a battle gage, she saw the torn glove still crushed in Gilbert's hand, and + silently accepted his challenge to the tournament so often held between + man and woman—a tournament where the keen tongue is the lance, pride + the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the hardest heart the winner of + the prize, which seldom fails to prove a barren honor, ending in remorse. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter III + </h2> + <p> + For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for a + daily drive, a twilight saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to the + ballroom, there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which they both + excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the hotel, and + from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all the charms of + home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of poetry and peace that + pervaded the nest which Love, the worker of miracles, had built himself + even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers in the halls or along the + breezy verandas often paused to listen to the music of instrument or voice + which came floating out from these sequestered rooms. Frequent laughter + and the murmur of conversation proved that ennui was unknown, and a touch + of romance inevitably enhanced the interest wakened by the beautiful young + pair, always together, always happy, never weary of the dolce far niente + of this summer life. + </p> + <p> + In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by blossoming + shrubs and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous shade, Pauline + lay indolently swinging in a gaily fringed hammock as she had been wont to + do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the luxury of motion which now + failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put down the book to which she no + longer listened and, leaning his head upon his hand, sat watching her as + she swayed to and fro with thoughtful eyes intent upon the sea, whose + murmurous voice possessed a charm more powerful than his own. Suddenly he + spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east and + west to find this man, yet when found you shun him and seem content to + make my life a heaven upon earth. I sometimes fancy that you have resolved + to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born, for in moments + like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me, the old purpose is + unchanged, and I marvel why you pause.” + </p> + <p> + Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an + intelligence which deepened his perplexity. “You have not learned to know + me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. This + week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been one of + constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word of mine + has been without effect. At first I secluded myself that Gilbert might + contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one another, + find impotent regret his daily portion. Three days ago accident placed an + unexpected weapon in my hand which I have used in silence, lest in spite + of promises you should rebel and end his trial too soon. Have you no + suspicion of my meaning?” + </p> + <p> + “None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth, believe + you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your spells work + invisibly.” + </p> + <p> + “They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to you. Take + my lorgnette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the green grapes + hang thickest, look up at the little window in the shadowy angle of the + low roof opposite, and tell me what you see.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing but a half-drawn curtain.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I must try the ruse that first convinced me. Do not show yourself, + but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent over the balcony as if to gather the + climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind. Before the + third stem was broken Manuel whispered, “I see the curtain move; now comes + the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright object in it. + Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if you were a lady in + a balcony. What prying rascal is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible! He is a gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “If gentlemen play the traitor and the spy, then he is one. I am not + mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I have + watched covertly, and several trials as successful as the present have + confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his long + absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these rooms with + the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and let you sing + and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned upon your shoulder? + Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony a little stage for the + performance of our version of the honeymoon for one spectator?” + </p> + <p> + Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been fastening the + roses in her bosom as she spoke, and ended with a silvery laugh that made + the silence musical with its heartsome sound. As she paused, Manuel flung + down the lorgnette and was striding past her with ireful impetuosity, but + the white arms took him captive, adding another figure to the picture + framed by the green arch as she whispered decisively, “No farther! There + must be no violence. You promised obedience and I exact it. Do you think + detection to a man so lost to honor would wound as deeply as the sights + which make his daily watch a torment? Or that a blow would be as hard to + bear as the knowledge that his own act has placed you where you are and + made him what he is? Silent contempt is the law now, so let this insult + pass, unclench your hand and turn that defiant face to me, while I console + you for submission with a kiss.” + </p> + <p> + He yielded to the command enforced by the caress but drew her jealously + from sight, and still glanced rebelliously through the leaves, asking with + a frown, “Why show me this if I may not resent it? How long must I bear + with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall mar it in some moment + when hatred of him conquers love of you.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, for it is tune, because though I have taken the first step you + must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action + pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer for + my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile the time. Long ago + you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it then, now I + can believe anything, and you can convince the world of this vice of his + as speedily as you will.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I also told + you that he was suspected of dishonorable play—shall I load the dice + and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares?” + </p> + <p> + Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed at the task assigned + him; womanly wiles seemed more degrading than the masculine method of + retaliation, in which strength replaces subtlety and speedier vengeance + brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast learning to play upon that + mysterious instrument, the human heart, knew when to stimulate and when to + soothe. + </p> + <p> + “Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than your + own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put your life + and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling is forbidden here, he + would not hesitate to break all laws, human or divine, if by so doing he + could separate us. What would you gain by it? If you kill him he is beyond + our reach forever, and a crime remains to be atoned for. If he kill you + your blood will be upon my head, and where should I find consolation for + the loss of the one heart always true and tender?” + </p> + <p> + With the inexplicable prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming ills, + she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before her, but + he only saw the solicitude it was a sweet surprise to find he had + awakened, and in present pleasure forgot past pain. + </p> + <p> + “You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you from, + rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your ways are + not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall be such as + you decree.” + </p> + <p> + “Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances have + molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that shall + leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that which you + refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard room an hour + ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same fascination as himself. + Your skill in games of chance excels his, as you proved at home where + these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect by being openly enjoyed. + Therefore I would have you whet this appetite of his by losing freely at + first—he will take a grim delight in lessening the fortune he covets—then + exert all your skill till he is deeply in your debt. He has nothing but + what is doled out to him by Babie's father, I find; he dare not ask help + there for such a purpose; other resources have failed else he would not + have married; and if the sum be large enough, it lays him under an + obligation which will be a thorn in his flesh, the sharper for your + knowledge of his impotence to draw it out. When this is done, or even + while it is in progress, I would have you add the pain of a new jealousy + to the old. He neglects this young wife of his, and she is eager to + recover the affections she believes she once possessed. Help her, and + teach Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young, comely, + accomplished, and possessed of many graces more attractive than you are + conscious of; your southern birth and breeding gift you with a winning + warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures around you; and + your love for me lends an almost tender deference to your intercourse with + all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and show her husband what he + should be; I have no fear of losing your heart nor need you fear for hers; + she is one of those spaniel-like creatures who love the hand that strikes + them and fawn upon the foot that spurns them.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo Babie, what + will you do, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “Let Gilbert woo me—have patience till you understand my meaning; he + still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not + undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own in + words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's happiness on + baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude no longer, leaving + me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the same. He shall follow me + undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all ties; shall stake his last + throw and lose it, for when the crowning moment comes I shall show him + that through me he is made bankrupt in love, honor, liberty, and hope, + tell him I am yours entirely and forever, then vanish like an + ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness of despair and defeat. Is not + this a better retribution than the bullet that would give him peace at + once?” + </p> + <p> + Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at the + baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all generous + impulses, withering all gentle charities, and making her the saddest + spectacle this world can show—one human soul rebelling against + Providence, to become the nemesis of another. Involuntarily he recoiled + from her, exclaiming, “Pauline! Are you possessed of a devil?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and sorrow + mental ingenuity can conceive and inflict has been heaped on that man's + head. I thought I should be satisfied with one accusing look, one bitter + word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose cannot be recaptured. + Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I have + come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess will ban, + not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield them as weapons which may win + me success at the price of my salvation. It is not yet too late for you to + shun the spiritual contagion I bear about me. Choose now, and abide by + that choice without a shadow of turning, as I abide by mine. Take me as I + am; help me willingly and unwillingly; and in the end receive the promised + gift—years like the days you have called heaven upon earth. Or + retract the vows you plighted, receive again the heart and name you gave + me, and live unvexed by the stormy nature time alone can tame. Here is the + ring. Shall I restore or keep it, Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of will, + daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by intensity of + emotion, voice half sad, half stern, and outstretched hand on which the + wedding ring no longer shone. She felt her power, yet was wary enough to + assure it by one bold appeal to the strongest element of her husband's + character: passions, not principles, were the allies she desired, and + before the answer came she knew that she had gained them at the cost of + innocence and self-respect. + </p> + <p> + As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own + settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the air + of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the ring, + resolutely accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love, only saying + as he had said before, “Soul and body, I belong to you; do with me as you + will.” + </p> + <p> + A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under the + pretext of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week, that Manuel + might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she set him. He + submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no tidings of his + progress, told her nothing when they met that night, and had left her an + hour before asking her to have patience till he could show his finished + work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear alert to catch the coming + step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes and fears, she sat waiting + with the vigilant immobility of an Indian on the watch. She had not long + to look and listen. Manuel entered hastily, locked the door, closed the + windows, dropped the curtains, then paused in the middle of the room and + broke into a low, triumphant laugh as he eyed his wife with an expression + she had never seen in those dear eyes before. It startled her, and, + scarcely knowing what to desire or dread, she asked eagerly, “You are come + to tell me you have prospered.” + </p> + <p> + “Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and lead + the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do. I am + tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have told all + say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his head in + her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and continued in a + muffled voice. + </p> + <p> + “You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to play, + and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the satisfaction + you foretold, till, obeying your commands, I ceased losing and won sums + which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not idle, and in the effort + to extricate himself, Gilbert plunged deeper into debt; for my desire to + please you seemed to gift me with redoubled skill. Two days ago I refused + to continue the unequal conflict, telling him to give himself no + uneasiness, for I could wait. You were right in thinking it would oppress + him to be under any obligation to me, but wrong in believing he would + endure, and will hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took to free + himself. That night he played falsely, was detected, and though his + opponent generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair stole + out—he is shunned and this resource has failed. I thought he had no + other, but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of relief, + discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my friendship + with his wife was not approved by him and must cease. This proves that I + have obeyed you in all things, though the comforting of Babie was an easy + task, for, both loving you, our bond of sympathy and constant theme has + been Pauline and her perfections.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! No praise—it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy has + made; I may yet learn to be worthy of another man's devotion. What more, + Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has given me + a strange success. At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert. He + was absent, but upon offering information relative to the time of his + return, which proved my intimacy with him, this Seguin entered into + conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and waylay + her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat closely + concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my suspicions were + roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly discharged, I received a + confidence that startled me. In a moment of despair Gilbert had forged the + name of his former friend, whom he believed abroad, had drawn the money + and freed himself from my power, but not for long. The good fortune which + has led him safely through many crooked ways seems to have deserted him in + this strait. For the forgery was badly executed, inspection raised doubts, + and Seguin, just returned, was at his banker's an hour after Gilbert, to + prove the fraud; he came hither at once to accuse him of it and made me + his confidant. What would you have had me do, Pauline? Time was short, and + I could not wait for you.” + </p> + <p> + “How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?” + </p> + <p> + “Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation, punishment, and power in + my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the money, secured the + forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the matter in my hands, + while he departed as quietly as he had come. Babie's presence when we met + tonight prevented my taking you into my counsels. I had prepared this + surprise for you and felt a secret pride in working it out alone. An hour + ago I went to watch for Gilbert. He came, I took him to his rooms, told + him what I had done, added that compassion for his wife had actuated me. I + left him saying the possession of the check was a full equivalent for the + money, which I now declined to receive from such dishonorable hands. Are + you satisfied, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + With countenance and gestures full of exultation she sprang up to pace the + room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, “Yes, that stroke was + superb! How strangely the plot thickens. Surely the powers of darkness are + working with us and have put this weapon in our hands when that I forged + proved useless. By means of this we have a hold upon him which nothing can + destroy unless he escape by death. Will he, Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + “No; there was more wrath than shame in his demeanor when I accused him. + He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only possessor of this + fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me; for if ever there was + murder in a man's heart it was in his when I showed him that paper and + then replaced it next the little poniard you smile at me for wearing. This + is over. What next, my queen?” + </p> + <p> + There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or aspect, as, + still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head upon his arm and + turned toward her a face already worn and haggard with the feverish + weariness that had usurped the blithe serenity which had been his chiefest + charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as if arrested by the change + that seemed to strike her suddenly, she recalled her thoughts from the + dominant idea of her life and, remembering the youth she was robbing of + its innocent delights, answered the wistful look which betrayed the hunger + of a heart she had never truly fed, as she knelt beside her husband and, + laying her soft cheek to his, whispered in her tenderest accents, “I am + not wholly selfish or ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing + to you, and tomorrow we will go away among the hills and leave behind us + for a time the dark temptation which harms you through me.” + </p> + <p> + “No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if we + pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess only the + shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end this devil's + work without delay. Hark! What is that?” + </p> + <p> + Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then beat + impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill + importunity, “Let me in! Oh, let me in!” + </p> + <p> + Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed, with + streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's arms, crying + incoherently, “Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to him; he said I was + a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been born!” + </p> + <p> + “What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us + comfort and protect you if we can.” + </p> + <p> + But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a + despairing vehemence sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed her; + and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest at Manuel, + who stood before them, as if sure of redress from him. + </p> + <p> + “When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty, and, + though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would be + displeased to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of + the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices woke me. I heard + Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells me; therefore we are + alone here. What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?' That tempted me to + listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and misery you so + generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you, ever love and + honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and forlorn as I?” + </p> + <p> + “I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here with + such an air of fright and fear?” + </p> + <p> + “When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of + something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed from me + so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce temper of his + grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said such cruel + things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come to you, for I + was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that seemed like oil to + fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he struck me! See, if I do + not tell the living truth!” + </p> + <p> + Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve of her + wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set his teeth + and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant exclamation and the + brief question, “Then you left him, Babie?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the right + to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly along the + balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to you. He will + come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to suffer any more?” + </p> + <p> + In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel with a + cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A comprehensive + glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the hardihood wherewith to + confront the three, saying sternly as he beckoned, “Babie, I am waiting + for you.” + </p> + <p> + She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only hope. + A glance from Pauline checked the fiery words trembling on his lips, and + he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that amazed him: + </p> + <p> + “Your wife has chosen us her guardians, and I think you will scarcely + venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these to prove that + you have forfeited your right to her obedience and justify the step she + has taken.” + </p> + <p> + With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held the + forgery before him. For a moment Gilbert stood daunted by these mute + accusations, but just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and + believing that he could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through her + husband, he ignored her presence and, turning to the young man, asked + significantly, “Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and prefer + to abide by the consequences of such an act?” + </p> + <p> + Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling creature + closer, and answered with his haughtiest mien, “I do; spare yourself the + labor of insulting me, for having placed yourself beyond the reach of a + gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from a—” + </p> + <p> + A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious word, as Babie, true woman + through it all, whispered with a broken sob, “Spare him, for I loved him + once.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this generous + forbearance wrung it with a momentary pang of genuine remorse, too swiftly + followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost if through his wife he + could retain a hold upon the pair which now possessed for him the strong + attraction of both love and hate. In that brief pause this thought came, + was accepted and obeyed, for, as if yielding to an uncontrollable impulse + of penitent despair, he stretched his arms to his wife, saying humbly, + imploringly, “Babie, come back to me, and teach me how I may retrieve the + past. I freely confess I bitterly repent my manifold transgressions, and + submit to your decree alone; but in executing justice, oh, remember mercy! + Remember that I was too early left fatherless, motherless, and went astray + for want of some kind heart to guide and cherish me. There is still time. + Be compassionate and save me from myself. Am I not punished enough? Must + death be my only comforter? Babie, when all others cast me off, will you + too forsake me?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still be + happy!” + </p> + <p> + Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the hand that + struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully returned to the arms from which she + had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever received from him + welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet dead, for Gilbert felt + the value this once neglected possession had suddenly acquired, and he + held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle touch and tone, could not + forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators of the scene. + </p> + <p> + Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of + intelligence toward her husband, as she said, “Did I not prophesy truly, + Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us a happier + wife than the one now sobbing on your shoulder. Babie, good night and + farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you pity me + and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at home, and + places like this will seem so desolate when you and Manuel are gone. May + we, can we be with you a little longer?” + </p> + <p> + “If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear much + for your sake, my poor child.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline's eye said, “Dare you go?” and Gilbert's answered, “Yes,” as the + two met with a somber fire in each; but his lips replied, “Anywhere with + you, Babie,” and Manuel took Mrs. Redmond's hand with a graceful warmth + that touched her deeper than his words. + </p> + <p> + “Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's friends + are mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I have + nothing to return but this,” and, like a grateful child, she lifted up her + innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall head to receive the + kiss she offered. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously at the sight, but he never spoke; + and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried his little + wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were banished by + returning love. + </p> + <p> + “Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread. Heaven grant + she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence prove no sham.” Manuel paused + suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable impulse, Pauline laid a hand + on either shoulder and searched his face with an expression which baffled + his comprehension, though he bore it steadily till her eyes fell before + his own, when he asked smilingly: + </p> + <p> + “Is the doubt destroyed, cariña?” + </p> + <p> + “No; it is laid asleep.” + </p> + <p> + Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown + offense, she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear to + find Babie's kiss upon his lips? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter IV + </h2> + <p> + The work of weeks is soon recorded, and when another month was gone these + were the changes it had wrought. The four so strangely bound together by + ties of suffering and sin went on their way, to the world's eye, blessed + with every gracious gift, but below the tranquil surface rolled that + undercurrent whose mysterious tides ebb and flow in human hearts + unfettered by race or rank or time. Gilbert was a good actor, but, though + he curbed his fitful temper, smoothed his mien, and sweetened his manner, + his wife soon felt the vanity of hoping to recover that which never had + been hers. Silently she accepted the fact and, uttering no complaint, + turned to others for the fostering warmth without which she could not + live. Conscious of a hunger like her own, Manuel could offer her sincerest + sympathy, and soon learned to find a troubled pleasure in the knowledge + that she loved him and her husband knew it, for his life of the emotions + was rapidly maturing the boy into the man, as the fierce ardors of his + native skies quicken the growth of wondrous plants that blossom in a + night. Mrs. Redmond, as young in character as in years, felt the + attraction of a nature generous and sweet, and yielded to it as + involuntarily as an unsupported vine yields to the wind that blows it to + the strong arms of a tree, still unconscious that a warmer sentiment than + gratitude made his companionship the sunshine of her life. Pauline saw + this, and sometimes owned within herself that she had evoked spirits which + she could not rule, but her purpose drove her on, and in it she found a + charm more perilously potent than before. Gilbert watched the three with a + smile darker than a frown, yet no reproach warned his wife of the danger + which she did not see; no jealous demonstration roused Manuel to rebel + against the oppression of a presence so distasteful to him; no rash act or + word gave Pauline power to banish him, though the one desire of his soul + became the discovery of the key to the inscrutable expression of her eyes + as they followed the young pair, whose growing friendship left their mates + alone. Slowly her manner softened toward him, pity seemed to bridge across + the gulf that lay between them, and in rare moments time appeared to have + retraced its steps, leaving the tender woman of a year ago. Nourished by + such unexpected hope, the early passion throve and strengthened until it + became the mastering ambition of his life, and, only pausing to make + assurance doubly sure, he waited the advent of the hour when he could “put + his fortune to the touch and win or lose it all.” + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, are you coming?” + </p> + <p> + He was lying on the sward at Mrs. Redmond's feet, and, waking from the + reverie that held him, while his companion sang the love lay he was + teaching her, he looked up to see his wife standing on the green slope + before him. A black lace scarf lay over her blonde hair as Spanish women + wear their veils, below it the violet eyes shone clear, the cheek glowed + with the color fresh winds had blown upon their paleness, the lips parted + with a wistful smile, and a knot of bright-hued leaves upon her bosom made + a mingling of snow and fire in the dress, whose white folds swept the + grass. Against a background of hoary cliffs and somber pines, this figure + stood out like a picture of blooming womanhood, but Manuel saw three + blemishes upon it—Gilbert had sketched her with that shadowy veil + upon her head, Gilbert had swung himself across a precipice to reach the + scarlet nosegay for her breast, Gilbert stood beside her with her hand + upon his arm; and troubled by the fear that often haunted him since + Pauline's manner to himself had grown so shy and sad, Manuel leaned and + looked forgetful of reply, but Mrs. Redmond answered blithely: + </p> + <p> + “He is coming, but with me. You are too grave for us, so go your ways, + talking wisely of heaven and earth, while we come after, enjoying both as + we gather lichens, chase the goats, and meet you at the waterfall. Now + señor, put away guitar and book, for I have learned my lesson; so help me + with this unruly hair of mine and leave the Spanish for today.” + </p> + <p> + They looked a pair of lovers as Manuel held back the long locks blowing in + the wind, while Babie tied her hat, still chanting the burthen of the + tender song she had caught so soon. A voiceless sigh stirred the ruddy + leaves on Pauline's bosom as she turned away, but Gilbert embodied it in + words, “They are happier without us. Let us go.” + </p> + <p> + Neither spoke till they reached the appointed tryst. The others were not + there, and, waiting for them, Pauline sat on a mossy stone, Gilbert leaned + against the granite boulder beside her, and both silently surveyed a scene + that made the heart glow, the eye kindle with delight as it swept down + from that airy height, across valleys dappled with shadow and dark with + untrodden forests, up ranges of majestic mountains, through gap after gap, + each hazier than the last, far out into that sea of blue which rolls + around all the world. Behind them roared the waterfall swollen with autumn + rains and hurrying to pour itself into the rocky basin that lay boiling + below, there to leave its legacy of shattered trees, then to dash itself + into a deeper chasm, soon to be haunted by a tragic legend and go + glittering away through forest, field, and intervale to join the river + rolling slowly to the sea. Won by the beauty and the grandeur of the + scene, Pauline forgot she was not alone, till turning, she suddenly became + aware that while she scanned the face of nature her companion had been + scanning hers. What he saw there she could not tell, but all restraint had + vanished from his manner, all reticence from his speech, for with the old + ardor in his eye, the old impetuosity in his voice, he said, leaning down + as if to read her heart, “This is the moment I have waited for so long. + For now you see what I see, that both have made a bitter blunder, and may + yet repair it. Those children love each other; let them love, youth mates + them, fortune makes them equals, fate brings them together that we may be + free. Accept this freedom as I do, and come out into the world with me to + lead the life you were born to enjoy.” + </p> + <p> + With the first words he uttered Pauline felt that the time had come, and + in the drawing of a breath was ready for it, with every sense alert, every + power under full control, every feature obedient to the art which had + become a second nature. Gilbert had seized her hand, and she did not draw + it back; the sudden advent of the instant which must end her work sent an + unwonted color to her cheek, and she did avert it; the exultation which + flashed into her eyes made it unsafe to meet his own, and they drooped + before him as if in shame or fear, her whole face woke and brightened with + the excitement that stirred her blood. She did not seek to conceal it, but + let him cheat himself with the belief that love touched it with such light + and warmth, as she softly answered in a voice whose accents seemed to + assure his hope. + </p> + <p> + “You ask me to relinquish much. What do you offer in return, Gilbert, that + I may not for a second time find love's labor lost?” + </p> + <p> + It was a wily speech, though sweetly spoken, for it reminded him how much + he had thrown away, how little now remained to give, but her mien inspired + him, and nothing daunted, he replied more ardently than ever: + </p> + <p> + “I can offer you a heart always faithful in truth though not in seeming, + for I never loved that child. I would give years of happy life to undo + that act and be again the man you trusted. I can offer you a name which + shall yet be an honorable one, despite the stain an hour's madness cast + upon it. You once taunted me with cowardice because I dared not face the + world and conquer it. I dare do that now; I long to escape from this + disgraceful servitude, to throw myself into the press, to struggle and + achieve for your dear sake. I can offer you strength, energy, devotion—three + gifts worthy any woman's acceptance who possesses power to direct, reward, + and enjoy them as you do, Pauline. Because with your presence for my + inspiration, I feel that I can retrieve my faultful past, and with time + become God's noblest work—an honest man. Babie never could exert + this influence over me. You can, you will, for now my earthly hope is in + your hands, my soul's salvation in your love.” + </p> + <p> + If that love had not died a sudden death, it would have risen up to answer + him as the one sincere desire of an erring life cried out to her for help, + and this man, as proud as sinful, knelt down before her with a passionate + humility never paid at any other shrine, human or divine. It seemed to + melt and win her, for he saw the color ebb and flow, heard the rapid + beating of her heart, felt the hand tremble in his own, and received no + denial but a lingering doubt, whose removal was a keen satisfaction to + himself. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me, before I answer, are you sure that Manuel loves Babie?” + </p> + <p> + “I am; for every day convinces me that he has outlived the brief delusion, + and longs for liberty, but dares not ask it. Ah! that pricks pride! But it + is so. I have watched with jealous vigilance and let no sign escape me; + because in his infidelity to you lay my chief hope. Has he not grown + melancholy, cold, and silent? Does he not seek Babie and, of late, shun + you? Will he not always yield his place to me without a token of + displeasure or regret? Has he ever uttered reproach, warning, or command + to you, although he knows I was and am your lover? Can you deny these + proofs, or pause to ask if he will refuse to break the tie that binds him + to a woman, whose superiority in all things keeps him a subject where he + would be a king? You do not know the heart of man if you believe he will + not bless you for his freedom.” + </p> + <p> + Like the cloud which just then swept across the valley, blotting out its + sunshine with a gloomy shadow, a troubled look flitted over Pauline's + face. But if the words woke any sleeping fear she cherished, it was + peremptorily banished, for scarcely had the watcher seen it than it was + gone. Her eyes still shone upon the ground, and still she prolonged the + bittersweet delight at seeing this humiliation of both soul and body by + asking the one question whose reply would complete her sad success. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, do you believe I love you still?” + </p> + <p> + “I know it! Can I not read the signs that proved it to me once? Can I + forget that, though you followed me to pity and despise, you have remained + to pardon and befriend? Am I not sure that no other power could work the + change you have wrought in me? I was learning to be content with slavery, + and slowly sinking into that indolence of will which makes submission + easy. I was learning to forget you, and be resigned to hold the shadow + when the substance was gone, but you came, and with a look undid my work, + with a word destroyed my hard-won peace, with a touch roused the passion + which was not dead but sleeping, and have made this month of growing + certainty to be the sweetest in my life—for I believed all lost, and + you showed me that all was won. Surely that smile is propitious! and I may + hope to hear the happy confirmation of my faith from lips that were formed + to say 'I love!'” + </p> + <p> + She looked up then, and her eyes burned on him, with an expression which + made his heart leap with expectant joy, as over cheek and forehead spread + a glow of womanly emotion too genuine to be feigned, and her voice + thrilled with the fervor of that sentiment which blesses life and outlives + death. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I love; not as of old, with a girl's blind infatuation, but with the + warmth and wisdom of heart, mind, and soul—love made up of honor, + penitence and trust, nourished in secret by the better self which lingers + in the most tried and tempted of us, and now ready to blossom and bear + fruit, if God so wills. I have been once deceived, but faith still + endures, and I believe that I may yet earn this crowning gift of a woman's + life for the man who shall make my happiness as I make his—who shall + find me the prouder for past coldness, the humbler for past pride—whose + life shall pass serenely loving. And that beloved is—my husband.” If + she had lifted her white hand and stabbed him, with that smile upon her + face, it would not have shocked him with a more pale dismay than did those + two words as Pauline shook him off and rose up, beautiful and stern as an + avenging angel. Dumb with an amazement too fathomless for words, he knelt + there motionless and aghast. She did not speak. And, passing his hand + across his eyes as if he felt himself the prey to some delusion, he rose + slowly, asking, half incredulously, half imploringly, “Pauline, this is a + jest?” + </p> + <p> + “To me it is; to you—a bitter earnest.” + </p> + <p> + A dim foreboding of the truth fell on him then, and with it a strange + sense of fear; for in this apparition of human judgment he seemed to + receive a premonition of the divine. With a sudden gesture of something + like entreaty, he cried out, as if his fate lay in her hands, “How will it + end? how will it end?” + </p> + <p> + “As it began—in sorrow, shame and loss.” Then, in words that fell + hot and heavy on the sore heart made desolate, she poured out the dark + history of the wrong and the atonement wrung from him with such pitiless + patience and inexorable will. No hard fact remained unrecorded, no subtle + act unveiled, no hint of her bright future unspared to deepen the gloom of + his. And when the final word of doom died upon the lips that should have + awarded pardon, not punishment, Pauline tore away the last gift he had + given, and dropping it to the rocky path, set her foot upon it, as if it + were the scarlet badge of her subjection to the evil spirit which had + haunted her so long, now cast out and crushed forever. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert had listened with a slowly gathering despair, which deepened to + the blind recklessness that comes to those whose passions are their + masters, when some blow smites but cannot subdue. Pale to his very lips, + with the still white wrath, so much more terrible to witness than the + fiercest ebullition of the ire that flames and feeds like a sudden fire, + he waited till she ended, then used the one retaliation she had left him. + His hand went to his breast, a tattered glove flashed white against the + cliff as he held it up before her, saying, in a voice that rose gradually + till the last words sounded clear above the waterfall's wild song: + </p> + <p> + “It was well and womanly done, Pauline, and I could wish Manuel a happy + life with such a tender, frank, and noble wife; but the future which you + paint so well never shall be his. For, by the Lord that hears me! I swear + I will end this jest of yours in a more bitter earnest than you + prophesied. Look; I have worn this since the night you began the conflict, + which has ended in defeat to me, as it shall to you. I do not war with + women, but you shall have one man's blood upon your soul, for I will goad + that tame boy to rebellion by flinging this in his face and taunting him + with a perfidy blacker than my own. Will that rouse him to forget your + commands and answer like a man?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” + </p> + <p> + The word rang through the air sharp and short as a pistol shot, a slender + brown hand wrenched the glove away, and Manuel came between them. Wild + with fear, Mrs. Redmond clung to him. Pauline sprang before him, and for a + moment the two faced each other, with a year's smoldering jealousy and + hate blazing in fiery eyes, trembling in clenched hands, and surging + through set teeth in defiant speech. + </p> + <p> + “This is the gentleman who gambles his friend to desperation, and skulks + behind a woman, like the coward he is,” sneered Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “Traitor and swindler, you lie!” shouted Manuel, and, flinging his wife + behind him, he sent the glove, with a stinging blow, full in his + opponent's face. + </p> + <p> + Then the wild beast that lurks in every strong man's blood leaped up in + Gilbert Redmond's, as, with a single gesture of his sinewy right arm he + swept Manuel to the verge of the narrow ledge, saw him hang poised there + one awful instant, struggling to save the living weight that weighed him + down, heard a heavy plunge into the black pool below, and felt that thrill + of horrible delight which comes to murderers alone. + </p> + <p> + So swift and sure had been the act it left no time for help. A rush, a + plunge, a pause, and then two figures stood where four had been—a + man and woman staring dumbly at each other, appalled at the dread silence + that made high noon more ghostly than the deepest night. And with that + moment of impotent horror, remorse, and woe, Pauline's long punishment + began. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Pauline's Passion and Punishment, by +Louisa May Alcott + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAULINE'S PASSION AND PUNISHMENT *** + +***** This file should be named 8384-h.htm or 8384-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/8/3/8/8384/ + + +Text file produced by Beginners Projects, Laura Sabel and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Pauline's Passion and Punishment + +Author: Louisa May Alcott + + +Release Date: June, 2005 [EBook #8384] +This file was first posted on July 5, 2003 +Last Updated: April 24, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAULINE'S PASSION AND PUNISHMENT *** + + + + +Produced by Beginners Projects, Laura Sabel and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + + + + + + + + +PAULINE'S PASSION + +and + +PUNISHMENT + + +by Louisa May Alcott + + + +Chapter I + +To and fro, like a wild creature in its cage, paced that handsome woman, +with bent head, locked hands, and restless steps. Some mental storm, +swift and sudden as a tempest of the tropics, had swept over her and +left its marks behind. As if in anger at the beauty now proved +powerless, all ornaments had been flung away, yet still it shone +undimmed, and filled her with a passionate regret. A jewel glittered at +her feet, leaving the lace rent to shreds on the indignant bosom that +had worn it; the wreaths of hair that had crowned her with a woman's +most womanly adornment fell disordered upon shoulders that gleamed the +fairer for the scarlet of the pomegranate flowers clinging to the bright +meshes that had imprisoned them an hour ago; and over the face, once so +affluent in youthful bloom, a stern pallor had fallen like a blight, for +pride was slowly conquering passion, and despair had murdered hope. + +Pausing in her troubled march, she swept away the curtain swaying in the +wind and looked out, as if imploring help from Nature, the great mother +of us all. A summer moon rode high in a cloudless heaven, and far as eye +could reach stretched the green wilderness of a Cuban _cafetal_. No +forest, but a tropical orchard, rich in lime, banana, plantain, palm, +and orange trees, under whose protective shade grew the evergreen coffee +plant, whose dark-red berries are the fortune of their possessor, and +the luxury of one-half the world. Wide avenues diverging from the +mansion, with its belt of brilliant shrubs and flowers, formed shadowy +vistas, along which, on the wings of the wind, came a breath of far-off +music, like a wooing voice; for the magic of night and distance lulled +the cadence of a Spanish _contradanza_ to a trance of sound, soft, +subdued, and infinitely sweet. It was a southern scene, but not a +southern face that looked out upon it with such unerring glance; there +was no southern languor in the figure, stately and erect; no southern +swarthiness on fairest cheek and arm; no southern darkness in the +shadowy gold of the neglected hair; the light frost of northern snows +lurked in the features, delicately cut, yet vividly alive, betraying a +temperament ardent, dominant, and subtle. For passion burned in the deep +eyes, changing their violet to black. Pride sat on the forehead, with +its dark brows; all a woman's sweetest spells touched the lips, whose +shape was a smile; and in the spirited carriage of the head appeared the +freedom of an intellect ripened under colder skies, the energy of a +nature that could wring strength from suffering, and dare to act where +feebler souls would only dare desire. + +Standing thus, conscious only of the wound that bled in that high heart +of hers, and the longing that gradually took shape and deepened to a +purpose, an alien presence changed the tragic atmosphere of that still +room and woke her from her dangerous mood. A wonderfully winning guise +this apparition wore, for youth, hope, and love endowed it with the +charm that gives beauty to the plainest, while their reign endures. A +boy in any other climate, in this his nineteen years had given him the +stature of a man; and Spain, the land of romance, seemed embodied in +this figure, full of the lithe slenderness of the whispering palms +overhead, the warm coloring of the deep-toned flowers sleeping in the +room, the native grace of the tame antelope lifting its human eyes to +his as he lingered on the threshold in an attitude eager yet timid, +watching that other figure as it looked into the night and found no +solace there. + +"Pauline!" + +She turned as if her thought had taken voice and answered her, regarded +him a moment, as if hesitating to receive the granted wish, then +beckoned with the one word. + +"Come!" + +Instantly the fear vanished, the ardor deepened, and with an imperious +"Lie down!" to his docile attendant, the young man obeyed with equal +docility, looking as wistfully toward his mistress as the brute toward +her master, while he waited proudly humble for her commands. + +"Manuel, why are you here?" + +"Forgive me! I saw Dolores bring a letter; you vanished, an hour passed, +I could wait no longer, and I came." + +"I am glad, I needed my one friend. Read that." + +She offered a letter, and with her steady eyes upon him, her purpose +strengthening as she looked, stood watching the changes of that +expressive countenance. This was the letter: + + +Pauline-- + +Six months ago I left you, promising to return and take you home my +wife; I loved you, but I deceived you; for though my heart was wholly +yours, my hand was not mine to give. This it was that haunted me through +all that blissful summer, this that marred my happiness when you owned +you loved me, and this drove me from you, hoping I could break the tie +with which I had rashly bound myself. I could not, I am married, and +there all ends. Hate me, forget me, solace your pride with the memory +that none knew your wrong, assure your peace with the knowledge that +mine is destroyed forever, and leave my punishment to remorse and time. + +Gilbert + + +With a gesture of wrathful contempt, Manuel flung the paper from him as +he flashed a look at his companion, muttering through his teeth, +"Traitor! Shall I kill him?" + +Pauline laughed low to herself, a dreary sound, but answered with a slow +darkening of the face that gave her words an ominous significance. "Why +should you? Such revenge is brief and paltry, fit only for mock +tragedies or poor souls who have neither the will to devise nor the will +to execute a better. There are fates more terrible than death; weapons +more keen than poniards, more noiseless than pistols. Women use such, +and work out a subtler vengeance than men can conceive. Leave Gilbert to +remorse--and me." + +She paused an instant, and by some strong effort banished the black +frown from her brow, quenched the baleful fire of her eyes, and left +nothing visible but the pale determination that made her beautiful face +more eloquent than her words. + +"Manuel, in a week I leave the island." + +"Alone, Pauline?" + +"No, not alone." + +A moment they looked into each other's eyes, each endeavoring to read +the other. Manuel saw some indomitable purpose, bent on conquering all +obstacles. Pauline saw doubt, desire, and hope; knew that a word would +bring the ally she needed; and, with a courage as native to her as her +pride, resolved to utter it. + +Seating herself, she beckoned her companion to assume the place beside +her, but for the first time he hesitated. Something in the unnatural +calmness of her manner troubled him, for his southern temperament was +alive to influences whose presence would have been unfelt by one less +sensitive. He took the cushion at her feet, saying, half tenderly, half +reproachfully, "Let me keep my old place till I know in what character I +am to fill the new. The man you trusted has deserted you; the boy you +pitied will prove loyal. Try him, Pauline." + +"I will." + +And with the bitter smile unchanged upon her lips, the low voice +unshaken in its tones, the deep eyes unwavering in their gaze, Pauline +went on: + +"You know my past, happy as a dream till eighteen. Then all was swept +away, home, fortune, friends, and I was left, like an unfledged bird, +without even the shelter of a cage. For five years I have made my life +what I could, humble, honest, but never happy, till I came here, for +here I saw Gilbert. In the poor companion of your guardian's daughter he +seemed to see the heiress I had been, and treated me as such. This +flattered my pride and touched my heart. He was kind, I grateful; then +he loved me, and God knows how utterly I loved him! A few months of +happiness the purest, then he went to make home ready for me, and I +believed him; for where I wholly love I wholly trust. While my own peace +was undisturbed, I learned to read the language of your eyes, Manuel, to +find the boy grown into the man, the friend warmed into a lover. Your +youth had kept me blind too long. Your society had grown dear to me, and +I loved you like a sister for your unvarying kindness to the solitary +woman who earned her bread and found it bitter. I told you my secret to +prevent the utterance of your own. You remember the promise you made me +then, keep it still, and bury the knowledge of my lost happiness deep in +your pitying heart, as I shall in my proud one. Now the storm is over, +and I am ready for my work again, but it must be a new task in a new +scene. I hate this house, this room, the faces I must meet, the duties I +must perform, for the memory of that traitor haunts them all. I see a +future full of interest, a stage whereon I could play a stirring part. I +long for it intensely, yet cannot make it mine alone. Manuel, do you +love me still?" + +Bending suddenly, she brushed back the dark hair that streaked his +forehead and searched the face that in an instant answered her. Like a +swift rising light, the eloquent blood rushed over swarthy cheek and +brow, the slumberous softness of the eyes kindled with a flash, and the +lips, sensitive as any woman's, trembled yet broke into a rapturous +smile as he cried, with fervent brevity, "I would die for you!" + +A look of triumph swept across her face, for with this boy, as +chivalrous as ardent, she knew that words were not mere breath. Still, +with her stern purpose uppermost, she changed the bitter smile into one +half-timid, half-tender, as she bent still nearer, "Manuel, in a week I +leave the island. Shall I go alone?" + +"No, Pauline." + +He understood her now. She saw it in the sudden paleness that fell on +him, heard it in the rapid beating of his heart, felt it in the strong +grasp that fastened on her hand, and knew that the first step was won. A +regretful pang smote her, but the dark mood which had taken possession +of her stifled the generous warnings of her better self and drove her +on. + +"Listen, Manuel. A strange spirit rules me tonight, but I will have no +reserves from you, all shall be told; then, if you will come, be it so; +if not, I shall go my way as solitary as I came. If you think that this +loss has broken my heart, undeceive yourself, for such as I live years +in an hour and show no sign. I have shed no tears, uttered no cry, asked +no comfort; yet, since I read that letter, I have suffered more than +many suffer in a lifetime. I am not one to lament long over any hopeless +sorrow. A single paroxysm, sharp and short, and it is over. Contempt has +killed my love, I have buried it, and no power can make it live again, +except as a pale ghost that will not rest till Gilbert shall pass +through an hour as bitter as the last." + +"Is that the task you give yourself, Pauline?" + +The savage element that lurks in southern blood leaped up in the boy's +heart as he listened, glittered in his eye, and involuntarily found +expression in the nervous grip of the hands that folded a fairer one +between them. Alas for Pauline that she had roused the sleeping devil, +and was glad to see it! + +"Yes, it is weak, wicked, and unwomanly; yet I persist as relentlessly +as any Indian on a war trail. See me as I am, not the gay girl you have +known, but a revengeful woman with but one tender spot now left in her +heart, the place you fill. I have been wronged, and I long to right +myself at once. Time is too slow; I cannot wait, for that man must be +taught that two can play at the game of hearts, taught soon and sharply. +I can do this, can wound as I have been wounded, can sting him with +contempt, and prove that I too can forget." + +"Go on, Pauline. Show me how I am to help you." + +"Manuel, I want fortune, rank, splendor, and power; you can give me all +these, and a faithful friend beside. I desire to show Gilbert the +creature he deserted no longer poor, unknown, unloved, but lifted higher +than himself, cherished, honored, applauded, her life one of royal +pleasure, herself a happy queen. Beauty, grace, and talent you tell me I +possess; wealth gives them luster, rank exalts them, power makes them +irresistible. Place these worldly gifts in my hand and that hand is +yours. See, I offer it." + +She did so, but it was not taken. Manuel had left his seat and now stood +before her, awed by the undertone of strong emotion in her calmly spoken +words, bewildered by the proposal so abruptly made, longing to ask the +natural question hovering on his lips, yet too generous to utter it. +Pauline read his thought, and answered it with no touch of pain or pride +in the magical voice that seldom spoke in vain. + +"I know your wish; it is as just as your silence is generous, and I +reply to it in all sincerity. You would ask, 'When I have given all that +I possess, what do I receive in return?' This--a wife whose friendship +is as warm as many a woman's love; a wife who will give you all the +heart still left her, and cherish the hope that time may bring a harvest +of real affection to repay you for the faithfulness of years; who, +though she takes the retribution of a wrong into her hands and executes +it in the face of heaven, never will forget the honorable name you give +into her keeping or blemish it by any act of hers. I can promise no +more. Will this content you, Manuel?" + +Before she ended his face was hidden in his hands, and tears streamed +through them as he listened, for like a true child of the south each +emotion found free vent and spent itself as swiftly as it rose. The +reaction was more than he could bear, for in a moment his life was +changed, months of hopeless longing were banished with a word, a +blissful yes canceled the hard no that had been accepted as inexorable, +and Happiness, lifting her full cup to his lips, bade him drink. A +moment he yielded to the natural relief, then dashed his tears away and +threw himself at Pauline's feet in that attitude fit only for a race as +graceful as impassioned. + +"Forgive me! Take all I have--fortune, name, and my poor self; use us as +you will, we are proud and happy to be spent for you! No service will be +too hard, no trial too long if in the end you learn to love me with one +tithe of the affection I have made my life. Do you mean it? Am I to go +with you? To be near you always, to call you wife, and know we are each +other's until death? What have I ever done to earn a fate like this?" + +Fast and fervently he spoke, and very winsome was the glad abandonment +of this young lover, half boy, half man, possessing the simplicity of +the one, the fervor of the other. Pauline looked and listened with a +soothing sense of consolation in the knowledge that this loyal heart was +all her own, a sweet foretaste of the devotion which henceforth was to +shelter her from poverty, neglect, and wrong, and turn life's sunniest +side to one who had so long seen only its most bleak and barren. Still +at her feet, his arms about her waist, his face flushed and proud, +lifted to hers, Manuel saw the cold mask soften, the stern eyes melt +with a sudden dew as Pauline watched him, saying, "Dear Manuel, love me +less; I am not worth such ardent and entire faith. Pause and reflect +before you take this step. I will not bind you to my fate too soon lest +you repent too late. We both stand alone in the world, free to make or +mar our future as we will. I have chosen my lot. Recall all it may cost +you to share it and be sure the price is not too high a one. Remember I +am poor, you the possessor of one princely fortune, the sole heir to +another." + +"The knowledge of this burdened me before; now I glory in it because I +have the more for you." + +"Remember, I am older than yourself, and may early lose the beauty you +love so well, leaving an old wife to burden your youth." + +"What are a few years to me? Women like you grow lovelier with age, and +you shall have a strong young husband to lean on all your life." + +"Remember, I am not of your faith, and the priests will shut me out from +your heaven." + +"Let them prate as they will. Where you go I will go; Santa Paula shall +be my madonna!" + +"Remember, I am a deserted woman, and in the world we are going to my +name may become the sport of that man's cruel tongue. Could you bear +that patiently; and curb your fiery pride if I desired it?" + +"Anything for you, Pauline!" + +"One thing more. I give you my liberty; for a time give me forbearance +in return, and though wed in haste woo me slowly, lest this sore heart +of mine find even your light yoke heavy. Can you promise this, and wait +till time has healed my wound, and taught me to be meek?" + +"I swear to obey you in all things; make me what you will, for soul and +body I am wholly yours henceforth." + +"Faithful and true! I knew you would not fail me. Now go, Manuel. +Tomorrow do your part resolutely as I shall do mine, and in a week we +will begin the new life together. Ours is a strange betrothal, but it +shall not lack some touch of tenderness from me. Love, good night." + +Pauline bent till her bright hair mingled with the dark, kissed the boy +on lips and forehead as a fond sister might have done, then put him +gently from her; and like one in a blessed dream he went away to pace +all night beneath her window, longing for the day. + +As the echo of his steps died along the corridor, Pauline's eye fell on +the paper lying where her lover flung it. At this sight all the softness +vanished, the stern woman reappeared, and, crushing it in her hand with +slow significance, she said low to herself, "This is an old, old story, +but it shall have a new ending." + + + +Chapter II + +"What jewels will the senora wear tonight?" + +"None, Dolores. Manuel has gone for flowers--he likes them best. You may +go." + +"But the senora's toilette is not finished; the sandals, the gloves, the +garland yet remain." + +"Leave them all; I shall not go down. I am tired of this endless folly. +Give me that book and go." + +The pretty Creole obeyed; and careless of Dolores' work, Pauline sank +into the deep chair with a listless mien, turned the pages for a little, +then lost herself in thoughts that seemed to bring no rest. + +Silently the young husband entered and, pausing, regarded his wife with +mingled pain and pleasure--pain to see her so spiritless, pleasure to +see her so fair. She seemed unconscious of his presence till the +fragrance of his floral burden betrayed him, and looking up to smile a +welcome she met a glance that changed the sad dreamer into an excited +actor, for it told her that the object of her search was found. +Springing erect, she asked eagerly, "Manuel, is he here?" + +"Yes." + +"Alone?" + +"His wife is with him." + +"Is she beautiful?" + +"Pretty, petite, and petulant." + +"And he?" + +"Unchanged: the same imposing figure and treacherous face, the same +restless eye and satanic mouth. Pauline, let me insult him!" + +"Not yet. Were they together?" + +"Yes. He seemed anxious to leave her, but she called him back +imperiously, and he came like one who dared not disobey." + +"Did he see you?" + +"The crowd was too dense, and I kept in the shadow." + +"The wife's name? Did you learn it?" + +"Barbara St. Just." + +"Ah! I knew her once and will again. Manuel, am I beautiful tonight?" + +"How can you be otherwise to me?" + +"That is not enough. I must look my fairest to others, brilliant and +blithe, a happy-hearted bride whose honeymoon is not yet over." + +"For his sake, Pauline?" + +"For yours. I want him to envy you your youth, your comeliness, your +content; to see the man he once sneered at the husband of the woman he +once loved; to recall impotent regret. I know his nature, and can stir +him to his heart's core with a look, revenge myself with a word, and +read the secrets of his life with a skill he cannot fathom." + +"And when you have done all this, shall you be happier, Pauline?" + +"Infinitely; our three weeks' search is ended, and the real interest of +the plot begins. I have played the lover for your sake, now play the man +of the world for mine. This is the moment we have waited for. Help me to +make it successful. Come! Crown me with your garland, give me the +bracelets that were your wedding gift--none can be too brilliant for +tonight. Now the gloves and fan. Stay, my sandals--you shall play +Dolores and tie them on." + +With an air of smiling coquetry he had never seen before, Pauline +stretched out a truly Spanish foot and offered him its dainty covering. +Won by the animation of her manner, Manuel forgot his misgivings and +played his part with boyish spirit, hovering about his stately wife as +no assiduous maid had ever done; for every flower was fastened with a +word sweeter than itself, the white arms kissed as the ornaments went +on, and when the silken knots were deftly accomplished, the lighthearted +bridegroom performed a little dance of triumph about his idol, till she +arrested him, beckoning as she spoke. + +"Manuel, I am waiting to assume the last best ornament you have given +me, my handsome husband." Then, as he came to her laughing with frank +pleasure at her praise, she added, "You, too, must look your best and +bravest now, and remember you must enact the man tonight. Before Gilbert +wear your stateliest aspect, your tenderest to me, your courtliest to +his wife. You possess dramatic skill. Use it for my sake, and come for +your reward when this night's work is done." + +The great hotel was swarming with life, ablaze with light, resonant with +the tread of feet, the hum of voices, the musical din of the band, and +full of the sights and sounds which fill such human hives at a +fashionable watering place in the height of the season. As Manuel led +his wife along the grand hall thronged with promenaders, his quick ear +caught the whispered comments of the passers-by, and the fragmentary +rumors concerning themselves amused him infinitely. + +"_Mon ami!_ There are five bridal couples here tonight, and there is the +handsomest, richest, and most enchanting of them all. The groom is not +yet twenty, they tell me, and the bride still younger. Behold them!" + +Manuel looked down at Pauline with a mirthful glance, but she had not +heard. + +"See, Belle! Cubans; own half the island between them. Splendid, aren't +they? Look at the diamonds on her lovely arms, and his ravishing +moustache. Isn't he your ideal of Prince Djalma, in The Wandering Jew?" + +A pretty girl, forgetting propriety in interest, pointed as they passed. +Manuel half-bowed to the audible compliment, and the blushing damsel +vanished, but Pauline had not seen. + +"Jack, there's the owner of the black span you fell into raptures over. +My lord and lady look as highbred as their stud. We'll patronize them!" + +Manuel muttered a disdainful "_Impertinente!_" between his teeth as he +surveyed a brace of dandies with an air that augured ill for the +patronage of Young America, but Pauline was unconscious of both +criticism and reproof. A countercurrent held them stationary for a +moment, and close behind them sounded a voice saying, confidentially, to +some silent listener, "The Redmonds are here tonight, and I am curious +to see how he bears his disappointment. You know he married for money, +and was outwitted in the bargain; for his wife's fortune not only proves +to be much less than he was led to believe, but is so tied up that he is +entirely dependent upon her, and the bachelor debts he sold himself to +liquidate still harass him, with a wife's reproaches to augment the +affliction. To be ruled by a spoiled child's whims is a fit punishment +for a man whom neither pride nor principle could curb before. Let us go +and look at the unfortunate." + +Pauline heard now. Manuel felt her start, saw her flush and pale, then +her eye lit, and the dark expression he dreaded to see settled on her +face as she whispered, like a satanic echo, "Let us also go and look at +this unfortunate." + +A jealous pang smote the young man's heart as he recalled the past. + +"You pity him, Pauline, and pity is akin to love." + +"I only pity what I respect. Rest content, my husband." + +Steadily her eyes met his, and the hand whose only ornament was a +wedding ring went to meet the one folded on his arm with a confiding +gesture that made the action a caress. + +"I will try to be, yet mine is a hard part," Manuel answered with a +sigh, then silently they both paced on. + +Gilbert Redmond lounged behind his wife's chair, looking intensely +bored. + +"Have you had enough of this folly, Babie?" + +"No, we have but just come. Let us dance." + +"Too late; they have begun." + +"Then go about with me. It's very tiresome sitting here." + +"It is too warm to walk in all that crowd, child." + +"You are so indolent! Tell me who people are as they pass. I know no one +here." + +"Nor I." + +But his act belied the words, for as they passed his lips he rose erect, +with a smothered exclamation and startled face, as if a ghost had +suddenly confronted him. The throng had thinned, and as his wife +followed the direction of his glance, she saw no uncanny apparition to +cause such evident dismay, but a woman fair-haired, violet-eyed, +blooming and serene, sweeping down the long hall with noiseless grace. +An air of sumptuous life pervaded her, the shimmer of bridal snow +surrounded her, bridal gifts shone on neck and arms, and bridal +happiness seemed to touch her with its tender charm as she looked up at +her companion, as if there were but one human being in the world to her. +This companion, a man slender and tall, with a face delicately dark as a +fine bronze, looked back at her with eyes as eloquent as her own, while +both spoke rapidly and low in the melodious language which seems made +for lover's lips. + +"Gilbert, who are they?" + +There was no answer, and before she could repeat the question the +approaching pair paused before her, and the beautiful woman offered her +hand, saying, with inquiring smiles, "Barbara, have you forgotten your +early friend, Pauline?" + +Recognition came with the familiar name, and Mrs. Redmond welcomed the +newcomer with a delight as unrestrained as if she were still the +schoolgirl, Babie. Then, recovering herself, she said, with a pretty +attempt at dignity, "Let me present my husband. Gilbert, come and +welcome my friend Pauline Valary." + +Scarlet with shame, dumb with conflicting emotions, and utterly deserted +by self-possession, Redmond stood with downcast eyes and agitated mien, +suffering a year's remorse condensed into a moment. A mute gesture was +all the greeting he could offer. Pauline slightly bent her haughty head +as she answered, in a voice frostily sweet, "Your wife mistakes. Pauline +Valary died three weeks ago, and Pauline Laroche rose from her ashes. +Manuel, my schoolmate, Mrs. Redmond; Gilbert you already know." + +With the manly presence he could easily assume and which was henceforth +to be his role in public, Manuel bowed courteously to the lady, coldly +to the gentleman, and looked only at his wife. Mrs. Redmond, though +childish, was observant; she glanced from face to face, divined a +mystery, and spoke out at once. + +"Then you have met before? Gilbert, you have never told me this." + +"It was long ago--in Cuba. I believed they had forgotten me." + +"I never forget." And Pauline's eye turned on him with a look he dared +not meet. + +Unsilenced by her husband's frown, Mrs. Redmond, intent on pleasing +herself, drew her friend to the seat beside her as she said petulantly, +"Gilbert tells me nothing, and I am constantly discovering things which +might have given me pleasure had he only chosen to be frank. I've spoken +of you often, yet he never betrayed the least knowledge of you, and I +take it very ill of him, because I am sure he has not forgotten you. Sit +here, Pauline, and let me tease you with questions, as I used to do so +long ago. You were always patient with me, and though far more +beautiful, your face is still the same kind one that comforted the +little child at school. Gilbert, enjoy your friend, and leave us to +ourselves until the dance is over." + +Pauline obeyed; but as she chatted, skillfully leading the young wife's +conversation to her own affairs, she listened to the two voices behind +her, watched the two figures reflected in the mirror before her, and +felt a secret pride in Manuel's address, for it was evident that the +former positions were renewed. + +The timid boy who had feared the sarcastic tongue of his guardian's +guest, and shrunk from his presence to conceal the jealousy that was his +jest, now stood beside his formal rival, serene and self-possessed, by +far the manliest man of the two, for no shame daunted him, no fear +oppressed him, no dishonorable deed left him at the mercy of another's +tongue. + +Gilbert Redmond felt this keenly, and cursed the falsehood which had +placed him in such an unenviable position. It was vain to assume the old +superiority that was forfeited; but too much a man of the world to be +long discomforted by any contretemps like this, he rapidly regained his +habitual ease of manner, and avoiding the perilous past clung to the +safer present, hoping, by some unguarded look or word, to fathom the +purpose of his adversary, for such he knew the husband of Pauline must +be at heart. But Manuel schooled his features, curbed his tongue, and +when his hot blood tempted him to point his smooth speech with a taunt, +or offer a silent insult with the eye, he remembered Pauline, looked +down on the graceful head below, and forgot all other passions in that +of love. + +"Gilbert, my shawl. The sea air chills me." + +"I forgot it, Babie." + +"Allow me to supply the want." + +Mindful of his wife's commands, Manuel seized this opportunity to win a +glance of commendation from her. And taking the downy mantle that hung +upon his arm, he wrapped the frail girl in it with a care that made the +act as cordial as courteous. Mrs. Redmond felt the charm of his manner +with the quickness of a woman, and sent a reproachful glance at Gilbert +as she said plaintively, "Ah! It is evident that my honeymoon is over, +and the assiduous lover replaced by the negligent husband. Enjoy your +midsummer night's dream while you may, Pauline, and be ready for the +awakening that must come." + +"Not to her, madame, for our honeymoon shall last till the golden +wedding day comes round. Shall it not, carina?" + +"There is no sign of waning yet, Manuel," and Pauline looked up into her +husband's face with a genuine affection which made her own more +beautiful and filled his with a visible content. Gilbert read the +glance, and in that instant suffered the first pang of regret that +Pauline had foretold. He spoke abruptly, longing to be away. + +"Babie, we may dance now, if you will." + +"I am going, but not with you--so give me my fan, and entertain Pauline +till my return." + +He unclosed his hand, but the delicately carved fan fell at his feet in +a shower of ivory shreds--he had crushed it as he watched his first love +with the bitter thought "It might have been!" + +"Forgive me, Babie, it was too frail for use; you should choose a +stronger." + +"I will next time, and a gentler hand to hold it. Now, Monsieur Laroche, +I am ready." + +Mrs. Redmond rose in a small bustle of satisfaction, shook out her +flounces, glanced at the mirror, then Manuel led her away; and the other +pair were left alone. Both felt a secret agitation quicken their breath +and thrill along their nerves, but the woman concealed it best. +Gilbert's eye wandered restlessly to and fro, while Pauline fixed her +own on his as quietly as if he were the statue in the niche behind him. +For a moment he tried to seem unconscious of it, then essayed to meet +and conquer it, but failed signally and, driven to his last resources by +that steady gaze, resolved to speak out and have all over before his +wife's return. Assuming the seat beside her, he said, impetuously, +"Pauline, take off your mask as I do mine--we are alone now, and may see +each other as we are." + +Leaning deep into the crimson curve of the couch, with the indolent +grace habitual to her, yet in strong contrast to the vigilant gleam of +her eye, she swept her hand across her face as if obeying him, yet no +change followed, as she said with a cold smile, "It is off; what next?" + +"Let me understand you. Did my letter reach your hands?" + +"A week before my marriage." + +He drew a long breath of relief, yet a frown gathered as he asked, like +one loath and eager to be satisfied, "Your love died a natural death, +then, and its murder does not lie at my door?" + +Pointing to the shattered toy upon the ground, she only echoed his own +words. "It was too frail for use--I chose a stronger." + +It wounded, as she meant it should; and the evil spirit to whose +guidance she had yielded herself exulted to see his self-love bleed, and +pride vainly struggle to conceal the stab. He caught the expression in +her averted glance, bent suddenly a fixed and scrutinizing gaze upon +her, asking, below his breath, "Then why are you here to tempt me with +the face that tempted me a year ago?" + +"I came to see the woman to whom you sold yourself. I have seen her, and +am satisfied." + +Such quiet contempt iced her tones, such pitiless satisfaction shone +through the long lashes that swept slowly down, after her eye had met +and caused his own to fall again, that Gilbert's cheek burned as if the +words had been a blow, and mingled shame and anger trembled in his +voice. + +"Ah, you are quick to read our secret, for you possess the key. Have you +no fear that I may read your own, and tell the world you sold your +beauty for a name and fortune? Your bargain is a better one than mine, +but I know you too well, though your fetters are diamonds and your +master a fond boy." + +She had been prepared for this, and knew she had a shield in the real +regard she bore her husband, for though sisterly, it was sincere. She +felt its value now, for it gave her courage to confront the spirit of +retaliation she had roused, and calmness to answer the whispered taunt +with an unruffled mien, as lifting her white arm she let its single +decoration drop glittering to her lap. + +"You see my 'fetters' are as loose as they are light, and nothing binds +me but my will. Read my heart, if you can. You will find there contempt +for a love so poor that it feared poverty; pity for a man who dared not +face the world and conquer it, as a girl had done before him, and +gratitude that I have found my 'master' in a truehearted boy, not a +falsehearted man. If I am a slave, I never know it. Can you say as +much?" + +Her woman's tongue avenged her, and Gilbert owned his defeat. Pain +quenched the ire of his glance, remorse subdued his pride, +self-condemnation compelled him to ask, imploringly, "Pauline, when may +I hope for pardon?" + +"Never." + +The stern utterance of the word dismayed him, and, like one shut out +from hope, he rose, as if to leave her, but paused irresolutely, looked +back, then sank down again, as if constrained against his will by a +longing past control. If she had doubted her power this action set the +doubt at rest, as the haughtiest nature she had known confessed it by a +bittersweet complaint. Eyeing her wistfully, tenderly, Gilbert murmured, +in the voice of long ago, "Why do I stay to wound and to be wounded by +the hand that once caressed me? Why do I find more pleasure in your +contempt than in another woman's praise, and feel myself transported +into the delights of that irrecoverable past, now grown the sweetest, +saddest memory of my life? Send me away, Pauline, before the old charm +asserts its power, and I forget that I am not the happy lover of a year +ago." + +"Leave me then, Gilbert. Good night." + +Half unconsciously, the former softness stole into her voice as it +lingered on his name. The familiar gesture accompanied the words, the +old charm did assert itself, and for an instant changed the cold woman +into the ardent girl again. Gilbert did not go but, with a hasty glance +down the deserted hall behind him, captured and kissed the hand he had +lost, passionately whispering, "Pauline, I love you still, and that look +assures me that you have forgiven, forgotten, and kept a place for me in +that deep heart of yours. It is too late to deny it. I have seen the +tender eyes again, and the sight has made me the proudest, happiest man +that walks the world tonight, slave though I am." + +Over cheek and forehead rushed the treacherous blood as the violet eyes +filled and fell before his own, and in the glow of mingled pain and fear +that stirred her blood, Pauline, for the first time, owned the peril of +the task she had set herself, saw the dangerous power she possessed, and +felt the buried passion faintly moving in its grave. Indignant at her +own weakness, she took refuge in the memory of her wrong, controlled the +rebel color, steeled the front she showed him, and with feminine skill +mutely conveyed the rebuke she would not trust herself to utter, by +stripping the glove from the hand he had touched and dropping it +disdainfully as if unworthy of its place. Gilbert had not looked for +such an answer, and while it baffled him it excited his man's spirit to +rebel against her silent denial. With a bitter laugh he snatched up the +glove. + +"I read a defiance in your eye as you flung this down. I accept the +challenge, and will keep gage until I prove myself the victor. I have +asked for pardon. You refuse it. I have confessed my love. You scorn it. +I have possessed myself of your secret, yet you deny it. Now we will try +our strength together, and leave those children to their play." + +"We are the children, and we play with edge tools. There has been enough +of this, there must be no more." Pauline rose with her haughtiest mien, +and the brief command, "Take me to Manuel." + +Silently Gilbert offered his arm, and silently she rejected it. + +"Will you accept nothing from me?" + +"Nothing." + +Side by side they passed through the returning throng till Mrs. Redmond +joined them, looking blithe and bland with the exhilaration of gallantry +and motion. Manuel's first glance was at Pauline, his second at her +companion; there was a shadow upon the face of each, which seemed +instantly to fall upon his own as he claimed his wife with a masterful +satisfaction as novel as becoming, and which prompted her to whisper, +"You enact your role to the life, and shall enjoy a foretaste of your +reward at once. I want excitement; let us show these graceless, frozen +people the true art of dancing, and electrify them with the life and +fire of a Cuban valse." + +Manuel kindled at once, and Pauline smiled stealthily as she glanced +over her shoulder from the threshold of the dancing hall, for her +slightest act, look, and word had their part to play in that night's +drama. + +"Gilbert, if you are tired I will go now." + +"Thank you, I begin to find it interesting. Let us watch the dancers." + +Mrs. Redmond accepted the tardy favor, wondering at his unwonted +animation, for never had she seen such eagerness in his countenance, +such energy in his manner as he pressed through the crowd and won a +place where they could freely witness one of those exhibitions of +fashionable figurante which are nightly to be seen at such resorts. Many +couples were whirling around the white hall, but among them one pair +circled with slowly increasing speed, in perfect time to the inspiring +melody of trumpet, flute, and horn, that seemed to sound for them alone. +Many paused to watch them, for they gave to the graceful pastime the +enchantment which few have skill enough to lend it, and made it a +spectacle of life-enjoying youth, to be remembered long after the music +ceased and the agile feet were still. + +Gilbert's arm was about his little wife to shield her from the pressure +of the crowd, and as they stood his hold unconsciously tightened, till, +marveling at this unwonted care, she looked up to thank him with a happy +glance and discovered that his eye rested on a single pair, kindling as +they approached, keenly scanning every gesture as they floated by, +following them with untiring vigilance through the many-colored mazes +they threaded with such winged steps, while his breath quickened, his +hand kept time, and every sense seemed to own the intoxication of the +scene. Sorrowfully she too watched this pair, saw their grace, admired +their beauty, envied their happiness; for, short as her wedded life had +been, the thorns already pierced her through the roses, and with each +airy revolution of those figures, dark and bright, her discontent +increased, her wonder deepened, her scrutiny grew keener, for she knew +no common interest held her husband there, fascinated, flushed, and +excited as if his heart beat responsive to the rhythmic rise and fall of +that booted foot and satin slipper. The music ended with a crash, the +crowd surged across the floor, and the spell was broken. Like one but +half disenchanted, Gilbert stood a moment, then remembered his wife, and +looking down met brown eyes, full of tears, fastened on his face. + +"Tired so soon, Babie? Or in a pet because I cannot change myself into a +thistledown and float about with you, like Manuel and Pauline?" + +"Neither; I was only wishing that you loved me as he loves her, and +hoping he would never tire of her, they are so fond and charming now. +How long have you known them--and where?" + +"I shall have no peace until I tell you. I passed a single summer with +them in a tropical paradise, where we swung half the day in hammocks, +under tamarind and almond trees; danced half the night to music, of +which this seems but a faint echo; and led a life of luxurious delight +in an enchanted climate, where all is so beautiful and brilliant that +its memory haunts a life as pressed flowers sweeten the leaves of a dull +book." + +"Why did you leave it then?" + +"To marry you, child." + +"That was a regretful sigh, as if I were not worth the sacrifice. Let us +go back and enjoy it together." + +"If you were dying for it, I would not take you to Cuba. It would be +purgatory, not paradise, now." + +"How stern you look, how strangely you speak. Would you not go to save +your own life, Gilbert?" + +"I would not cross the room to do that, much less the sea." + +"Why do you both love and dread it? Don't frown, but tell me. I have a +right to know." + +"Because the bitterest blunder of my life was committed there--a blunder +that I never can repair in this world, and may be damned for in the +next. Rest satisfied with this, Babie, lest you prove like Bluebeard's +wife, and make another skeleton in my closet, which has enough already." + +Strange regret was in his voice, strange gloom fell upon his face; but +though rendered doubly curious by the change, Mrs. Redmond dared not +question further and, standing silent, furtively scanned the troubled +countenance beside her. Gilbert spoke first, waking out of his sorrowful +reverie with a start. + +"Pauline is coming. Say adieu, not au revoir, for tomorrow we must leave +this place." + +His words were a command, his aspect one of stern resolve, though the +intensest longing mingled with the dark look he cast on the approaching +pair. The tone, the glance displeased his willful wife, who loved to use +her power and exact obedience where she had failed to win affection, +often ruling imperiously when a tender word would have made her happy to +submit. + +"Gilbert, you take no thought for my pleasures though you pursue your +own at my expense. Your neglect forces me to find solace and +satisfaction where I can, and you have forfeited your right to command +or complain. I love Pauline, I am happy with her, therefore I shall stay +until we tire of one another. I am a burden to you; go if you will." + +"You know I cannot without you, Babie. I ask it as a favor. For my sake, +for your own, I implore you to come away." + +"Gilbert, do you love her?" + +She seized his arm and forced an answer by the energy of her sharply +whispered question. He saw that it was vain to dissemble, yet replied +with averted head, "I did and still remember it." + +"And she? Did she return your love?" + +"I believed so; but she forgot me when I went. She married Manuel and is +happy. Babie, let me go!" + +"No! you shall stay and feel a little of the pain I feel when I look +into your heart and find I have no place there. It is this which has +stood between us and made all my efforts vain. I see it now and despise +you for the falsehood you have shown me, vowing you loved no one but me +until I married you, then letting me so soon discover that I was only an +encumbrance to your enjoyment of the fortune I possessed. You treat me +like a child, but I suffer like a woman, and you shall share my +suffering, because you might have spared me, and you did not. Gilbert, +you shall stay." + +"Be it so, but remember I have warned you." + +An exultant expression broke through the gloom of her husband's face as +he answered with the grim satisfaction of one who gave restraint to the +mind, and stood ready to follow whatever impulse should sway him next. +His wife trembled inwardly at what she had done, but was too proud to +recall her words and felt a certain bitter pleasure in the excitement of +the new position she had taken, the new interest given to her listless +life. + +Pauline and Manuel found them standing silently together, for a moment +had done the work of years and raised a barrier between them never to be +swept away. + +Mrs. Redmond spoke first, and with an air half resentful, half +triumphant: + +"Pauline, this morose husband of mine says we must leave tomorrow. But +in some things I rule; this is one of them. Therefore we remain and go +with you to the mountains when we are tired of the gay life here. So +smile and submit, Gilbert, else these friends will count your society no +favor. Would you not fancy, from the aspect he thinks proper to assume, +that I had sentenced him to a punishment, not a pleasure?" + +"Perhaps you have unwittingly, Babie. Marriage is said to cancel the +follies of the past, but not those of the future, I believe; and, as +there are many temptations to an idle man in a place like this, +doubtless your husband is wise enough to own that he dares not stay but +finds discretion the better part of valor." + +Nothing could be softer than the tone in which these words were uttered, +nothing sharper than the hidden taunt conveyed, but Gilbert only laughed +a scornful laugh as he fixed his keen eyes full upon her and took her +bouquet with the air of one assuming former rights. + +"My dear Pauline, discretion is the last virtue I should expect to be +accused of by you; but if valor consists in daring all things, I may lay +claim to it without its 'better part,' for temptation is my delight--the +stronger the better. Have no fears for me, my friend. I gladly accept +Babie's decree and, ignoring the last ten years, intend to begin life +anew, having discovered a sauce piquante which will give the stalest +pleasures a redoubled zest. I am unfortunate tonight, and here is a +second wreck; this I can rebuild happily. Allow me to do so, for I +remember you once praised my skill in floral architecture." + +With an air of eager gallantry in strange contrast to the malign +expression of his countenance, Gilbert knelt to regather the flowers +which a careless gesture of his own had scattered from their jeweled +holder. His wife turned to speak to Manuel, and, yielding to the +unconquerable anxiety his reckless manner awoke, Pauline whispered below +her breath as she bent as if to watch the work, "Gilbert, follow your +first impulse, and go tomorrow." + +"Nothing shall induce me to." + +"I warn you harm will come of it." "Let it come; I am past fear now." + +"Shun me for Babie's sake, if not for your own." + +"Too late for that; she is headstrong--let her suffer." + +"Have you no power, Gilbert?" + +"None over her, much over you." + +"We will prove that!" + +"We will!" Rapidly as words could shape them, these questions and +answers fell, and with their utterance the last generous feeling died in +Pauline's breast; for as she received the flowers, now changed from a +love token to a battle gage, she saw the torn glove still crushed in +Gilbert's hand, and silently accepted his challenge to the tournament so +often held between man and woman--a tournament where the keen tongue is +the lance, pride the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the hardest +heart the winner of the prize, which seldom fails to prove a barren +honor, ending in remorse. + + + +Chapter III + +For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for a +daily drive, a twilight saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to the +ballroom, there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which they +both excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the hotel, +and from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all the charms +of home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of poetry and peace +that pervaded the nest which Love, the worker of miracles, had built +himself even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers in the halls or along +the breezy verandas often paused to listen to the music of instrument or +voice which came floating out from these sequestered rooms. Frequent +laughter and the murmur of conversation proved that ennui was unknown, +and a touch of romance inevitably enhanced the interest wakened by the +beautiful young pair, always together, always happy, never weary of the +dolce far niente of this summer life. + +In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by blossoming +shrubs and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous shade, +Pauline lay indolently swinging in a gaily fringed hammock as she had +been wont to do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the luxury of +motion which now failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put down the +book to which she no longer listened and, leaning his head upon his +hand, sat watching her as she swayed to and fro with thoughtful eyes +intent upon the sea, whose murmurous voice possessed a charm more +powerful than his own. Suddenly he spoke: + +"Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east and +west to find this man, yet when found you shun him and seem content to +make my life a heaven upon earth. I sometimes fancy that you have +resolved to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born, for +in moments like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me, the +old purpose is unchanged, and I marvel why you pause." + +Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an +intelligence which deepened his perplexity. "You have not learned to +know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. +This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been +one of constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word +of mine has been without effect. At first I secluded myself that Gilbert +might contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one +another, find impotent regret his daily portion. Three days ago accident +placed an unexpected weapon in my hand which I have used in silence, +lest in spite of promises you should rebel and end his trial too soon. +Have you no suspicion of my meaning?" + +"None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth, believe +you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your spells work +invisibly." + +"They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to you. +Take my lorgnette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the green +grapes hang thickest, look up at the little window in the shadowy angle +of the low roof opposite, and tell me what you see." + +"Nothing but a half-drawn curtain." + +"Ah! I must try the ruse that first convinced me. Do not show yourself, +but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish." + +Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent over the balcony as if to gather +the climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind. Before +the third stem was broken Manuel whispered, "I see the curtain move; now +comes the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright object in +it. Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if you were a +lady in a balcony. What prying rascal is it?" + +"Gilbert." + +"Impossible! He is a gentleman." + +"If gentlemen play the traitor and the spy, then he is one. I am not +mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I have +watched covertly, and several trials as successful as the present have +confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his long +absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these rooms +with the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and let you +sing and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned upon your +shoulder? Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony a little +stage for the performance of our version of the honeymoon for one +spectator?" + +Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been fastening the +roses in her bosom as she spoke, and ended with a silvery laugh that +made the silence musical with its heartsome sound. As she paused, Manuel +flung down the lorgnette and was striding past her with ireful +impetuosity, but the white arms took him captive, adding another figure +to the picture framed by the green arch as she whispered decisively, "No +farther! There must be no violence. You promised obedience and I exact +it. Do you think detection to a man so lost to honor would wound as +deeply as the sights which make his daily watch a torment? Or that a +blow would be as hard to bear as the knowledge that his own act has +placed you where you are and made him what he is? Silent contempt is the +law now, so let this insult pass, unclench your hand and turn that +defiant face to me, while I console you for submission with a kiss." + +He yielded to the command enforced by the caress but drew her jealously +from sight, and still glanced rebelliously through the leaves, asking +with a frown, "Why show me this if I may not resent it? How long must I +bear with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall mar it in some +moment when hatred of him conquers love of you." + +"I will, for it is tune, because though I have taken the first step you +must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action +pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer +for my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile the time. Long +ago you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it then, +now I can believe anything, and you can convince the world of this vice +of his as speedily as you will." + +"Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I also +told you that he was suspected of dishonorable play--shall I load the +dice and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares?" + +Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed at the task assigned +him; womanly wiles seemed more degrading than the masculine method of +retaliation, in which strength replaces subtlety and speedier vengeance +brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast learning to play upon +that mysterious instrument, the human heart, knew when to stimulate and +when to soothe. + +"Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than your +own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put your +life and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling is forbidden +here, he would not hesitate to break all laws, human or divine, if by so +doing he could separate us. What would you gain by it? If you kill him +he is beyond our reach forever, and a crime remains to be atoned for. If +he kill you your blood will be upon my head, and where should I find +consolation for the loss of the one heart always true and tender?" + +With the inexplicable prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming +ills, she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before +her, but he only saw the solicitude it was a sweet surprise to find he +had awakened, and in present pleasure forgot past pain. + +"You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you +from, rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your +ways are not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall be +such as you decree." + +"Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances have +molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that shall +leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that which +you refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard room an +hour ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same fascination as +himself. Your skill in games of chance excels his, as you proved at home +where these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect by being openly +enjoyed. Therefore I would have you whet this appetite of his by losing +freely at first--he will take a grim delight in lessening the fortune he +covets--then exert all your skill till he is deeply in your debt. He has +nothing but what is doled out to him by Babie's father, I find; he dare +not ask help there for such a purpose; other resources have failed else +he would not have married; and if the sum be large enough, it lays him +under an obligation which will be a thorn in his flesh, the sharper for +your knowledge of his impotence to draw it out. When this is done, or +even while it is in progress, I would have you add the pain of a new +jealousy to the old. He neglects this young wife of his, and she is +eager to recover the affections she believes she once possessed. Help +her, and teach Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young, +comely, accomplished, and possessed of many graces more attractive than +you are conscious of; your southern birth and breeding gift you with a +winning warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures +around you; and your love for me lends an almost tender deference to +your intercourse with all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and +show her husband what he should be; I have no fear of losing your heart +nor need you fear for hers; she is one of those spaniel-like creatures +who love the hand that strikes them and fawn upon the foot that spurns +them." + +"Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo Babie, +what will you do, Pauline?" + +"Let Gilbert woo me--have patience till you understand my meaning; he +still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not +undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own in +words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's happiness +on baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude no longer, +leaving me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the same. He shall +follow me undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all ties; shall stake +his last throw and lose it, for when the crowning moment comes I shall +show him that through me he is made bankrupt in love, honor, liberty, +and hope, tell him I am yours entirely and forever, then vanish like an +ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness of despair and defeat. Is not +this a better retribution than the bullet that would give him peace at +once?" + +Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at the +baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all generous +impulses, withering all gentle charities, and making her the saddest +spectacle this world can show--one human soul rebelling against +Providence, to become the nemesis of another. Involuntarily he recoiled +from her, exclaiming, "Pauline! Are you possessed of a devil?" + +"Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and sorrow +mental ingenuity can conceive and inflict has been heaped on that man's +head. I thought I should be satisfied with one accusing look, one bitter +word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose cannot be recaptured. +Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I have +come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess will +ban, not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield them as weapons which +may win me success at the price of my salvation. It is not yet too late +for you to shun the spiritual contagion I bear about me. Choose now, and +abide by that choice without a shadow of turning, as I abide by mine. +Take me as I am; help me willingly and unwillingly; and in the end +receive the promised gift--years like the days you have called heaven +upon earth. Or retract the vows you plighted, receive again the heart +and name you gave me, and live unvexed by the stormy nature time alone +can tame. Here is the ring. Shall I restore or keep it, Manuel?" + +Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of +will, daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by intensity +of emotion, voice half sad, half stern, and outstretched hand on which +the wedding ring no longer shone. She felt her power, yet was wary +enough to assure it by one bold appeal to the strongest element of her +husband's character: passions, not principles, were the allies she +desired, and before the answer came she knew that she had gained them at +the cost of innocence and self-respect. + +As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own +settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the +air of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the +ring, resolutely accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love, +only saying as he had said before, "Soul and body, I belong to you; do +with me as you will." + +A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under the +pretext of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week, that +Manuel might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she set him. +He submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no tidings of his +progress, told her nothing when they met that night, and had left her an +hour before asking her to have patience till he could show his finished +work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear alert to catch the coming +step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes and fears, she sat waiting +with the vigilant immobility of an Indian on the watch. She had not long +to look and listen. Manuel entered hastily, locked the door, closed the +windows, dropped the curtains, then paused in the middle of the room and +broke into a low, triumphant laugh as he eyed his wife with an +expression she had never seen in those dear eyes before. It startled +her, and, scarcely knowing what to desire or dread, she asked eagerly, +"You are come to tell me you have prospered." + +"Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and lead +the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do. I am +tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have told +all say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied." + +He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his head +in her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and continued in a +muffled voice. + +"You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to play, +and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the satisfaction +you foretold, till, obeying your commands, I ceased losing and won sums +which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not idle, and in the effort +to extricate himself, Gilbert plunged deeper into debt; for my desire to +please you seemed to gift me with redoubled skill. Two days ago I +refused to continue the unequal conflict, telling him to give himself no +uneasiness, for I could wait. You were right in thinking it would +oppress him to be under any obligation to me, but wrong in believing he +would endure, and will hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took +to free himself. That night he played falsely, was detected, and though +his opponent generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair +stole out--he is shunned and this resource has failed. I thought he had +no other, but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of +relief, discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my +friendship with his wife was not approved by him and must cease. This +proves that I have obeyed you in all things, though the comforting of +Babie was an easy task, for, both loving you, our bond of sympathy and +constant theme has been Pauline and her perfections." + +"Hush! No praise--it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy has made; +I may yet learn to be worthy of another man's devotion. What more, +Manuel?" + +"I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has given +me a strange success. At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert. +He was absent, but upon offering information relative to the time of his +return, which proved my intimacy with him, this Seguin entered into +conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and +waylay her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat +closely concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my suspicions +were roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly discharged, I +received a confidence that startled me. In a moment of despair Gilbert +had forged the name of his former friend, whom he believed abroad, had +drawn the money and freed himself from my power, but not for long. The +good fortune which has led him safely through many crooked ways seems to +have deserted him in this strait. For the forgery was badly executed, +inspection raised doubts, and Seguin, just returned, was at his banker's +an hour after Gilbert, to prove the fraud; he came hither at once to +accuse him of it and made me his confidant. What would you have had me +do, Pauline? Time was short, and I could not wait for you." + +"How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?" + +"Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation, punishment, and power +in my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the money, +secured the forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the matter in +my hands, while he departed as quietly as he had come. Babie's presence +when we met tonight prevented my taking you into my counsels. I had +prepared this surprise for you and felt a secret pride in working it out +alone. An hour ago I went to watch for Gilbert. He came, I took him to +his rooms, told him what I had done, added that compassion for his wife +had actuated me. I left him saying the possession of the check was a +full equivalent for the money, which I now declined to receive from such +dishonorable hands. Are you satisfied, Pauline?" + +With countenance and gestures full of exultation she sprang up to pace +the room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, "Yes, that stroke +was superb! How strangely the plot thickens. Surely the powers of +darkness are working with us and have put this weapon in our hands when +that I forged proved useless. By means of this we have a hold upon him +which nothing can destroy unless he escape by death. Will he, Manuel?" + +"No; there was more wrath than shame in his demeanor when I accused him. +He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only possessor of +this fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me; for if ever +there was murder in a man's heart it was in his when I showed him that +paper and then replaced it next the little poniard you smile at me for +wearing. This is over. What next, my queen?" + +There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or aspect, +as, still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head upon his +arm and turned toward her a face already worn and haggard with the +feverish weariness that had usurped the blithe serenity which had been +his chiefest charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as if +arrested by the change that seemed to strike her suddenly, she recalled +her thoughts from the dominant idea of her life and, remembering the +youth she was robbing of its innocent delights, answered the wistful +look which betrayed the hunger of a heart she had never truly fed, as +she knelt beside her husband and, laying her soft cheek to his, +whispered in her tenderest accents, "I am not wholly selfish or +ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing to you, and tomorrow +we will go away among the hills and leave behind us for a time the dark +temptation which harms you through me." + +"No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if we +pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess only the +shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end this devil's +work without delay. Hark! What is that?" + +Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then beat +impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill +importunity, "Let me in! Oh, let me in!" + +Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed, with +streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's arms, +crying incoherently, "Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to him; he +said I was a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been born!" + +"What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us +comfort and protect you if we can." + +But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a +despairing vehemence sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed her; +and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest at +Manuel, who stood before them, as if sure of redress from him. + +"When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty, and, +though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would be +displeased to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of +the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices woke me. I +heard Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells me; +therefore we are alone here. What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?' +That tempted me to listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and +misery you so generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you, +ever love and honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and +forlorn as I?" + +"I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here with +such an air of fright and fear?" + +"When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of +something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed from +me so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce temper of +his grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said such cruel +things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come to you, for +I was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that seemed like oil to +fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he struck me! See, if I do +not tell the living truth!" + +Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve of +her wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set his +teeth and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant exclamation +and the brief question, "Then you left him, Babie?" + +"Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the +right to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly +along the balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to you. +He will come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to suffer any +more?" + +In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel with +a cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A comprehensive +glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the hardihood wherewith to +confront the three, saying sternly as he beckoned, "Babie, I am waiting +for you." + +She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only +hope. A glance from Pauline checked the fiery words trembling on his +lips, and he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that +amazed him: + +"Your wife has chosen us her guardians, and I think you will scarcely +venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these to prove +that you have forfeited your right to her obedience and justify the step +she has taken." + +With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held the +forgery before him. For a moment Gilbert stood daunted by these mute +accusations, but just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and +believing that he could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through +her husband, he ignored her presence and, turning to the young man, +asked significantly, "Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and +prefer to abide by the consequences of such an act?" + +Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling creature +closer, and answered with his haughtiest mien, "I do; spare yourself the +labor of insulting me, for having placed yourself beyond the reach of a +gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from a--" + +A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious word, as Babie, true +woman through it all, whispered with a broken sob, "Spare him, for I +loved him once." + +Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this generous +forbearance wrung it with a momentary pang of genuine remorse, too +swiftly followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost if through his +wife he could retain a hold upon the pair which now possessed for him +the strong attraction of both love and hate. In that brief pause this +thought came, was accepted and obeyed, for, as if yielding to an +uncontrollable impulse of penitent despair, he stretched his arms to his +wife, saying humbly, imploringly, "Babie, come back to me, and teach me +how I may retrieve the past. I freely confess I bitterly repent my +manifold transgressions, and submit to your decree alone; but in +executing justice, oh, remember mercy! Remember that I was too early +left fatherless, motherless, and went astray for want of some kind heart +to guide and cherish me. There is still time. Be compassionate and save +me from myself. Am I not punished enough? Must death be my only +comforter? Babie, when all others cast me off, will you too forsake me?" + +"No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still be +happy!" + +Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the hand that +struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully returned to the arms from which she +had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever received from him +welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet dead, for Gilbert felt +the value this once neglected possession had suddenly acquired, and he +held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle touch and tone, could not +forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators of the scene. + +Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of +intelligence toward her husband, as she said, "Did I not prophesy truly, +Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us a happier +wife than the one now sobbing on your shoulder. Babie, good night and +farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning." + +"Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you pity +me and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at home, +and places like this will seem so desolate when you and Manuel are gone. +May we, can we be with you a little longer?" + +"If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear much +for your sake, my poor child." + +Pauline's eye said, "Dare you go?" and Gilbert's answered, "Yes," as the +two met with a somber fire in each; but his lips replied, "Anywhere with +you, Babie," and Manuel took Mrs. Redmond's hand with a graceful warmth +that touched her deeper than his words. + +"Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's friends +are mine." + +"Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I have +nothing to return but this," and, like a grateful child, she lifted up +her innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall head to +receive the kiss she offered. + +Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously at the sight, but he never +spoke; and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried +his little wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were +banished by returning love. + +"Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread. Heaven +grant she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence prove no sham." +Manuel paused suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable impulse, +Pauline laid a hand on either shoulder and searched his face with an +expression which baffled his comprehension, though he bore it steadily +till her eyes fell before his own, when he asked smilingly: + +"Is the doubt destroyed, carina?" + +"No; it is laid asleep." + +Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown +offense, she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear +to find Babie's kiss upon his lips? + + + +Chapter IV + +The work of weeks is soon recorded, and when another month was gone +these were the changes it had wrought. The four so strangely bound +together by ties of suffering and sin went on their way, to the world's +eye, blessed with every gracious gift, but below the tranquil surface +rolled that undercurrent whose mysterious tides ebb and flow in human +hearts unfettered by race or rank or time. Gilbert was a good actor, +but, though he curbed his fitful temper, smoothed his mien, and +sweetened his manner, his wife soon felt the vanity of hoping to recover +that which never had been hers. Silently she accepted the fact and, +uttering no complaint, turned to others for the fostering warmth without +which she could not live. Conscious of a hunger like her own, Manuel +could offer her sincerest sympathy, and soon learned to find a troubled +pleasure in the knowledge that she loved him and her husband knew it, +for his life of the emotions was rapidly maturing the boy into the man, +as the fierce ardors of his native skies quicken the growth of wondrous +plants that blossom in a night. Mrs. Redmond, as young in character as +in years, felt the attraction of a nature generous and sweet, and +yielded to it as involuntarily as an unsupported vine yields to the wind +that blows it to the strong arms of a tree, still unconscious that a +warmer sentiment than gratitude made his companionship the sunshine of +her life. Pauline saw this, and sometimes owned within herself that she +had evoked spirits which she could not rule, but her purpose drove her +on, and in it she found a charm more perilously potent than before. +Gilbert watched the three with a smile darker than a frown, yet no +reproach warned his wife of the danger which she did not see; no jealous +demonstration roused Manuel to rebel against the oppression of a +presence so distasteful to him; no rash act or word gave Pauline power +to banish him, though the one desire of his soul became the discovery of +the key to the inscrutable expression of her eyes as they followed the +young pair, whose growing friendship left their mates alone. Slowly her +manner softened toward him, pity seemed to bridge across the gulf that +lay between them, and in rare moments time appeared to have retraced its +steps, leaving the tender woman of a year ago. Nourished by such +unexpected hope, the early passion throve and strengthened until it +became the mastering ambition of his life, and, only pausing to make +assurance doubly sure, he waited the advent of the hour when he could +"put his fortune to the touch and win or lose it all." + +"Manuel, are you coming?" + +He was lying on the sward at Mrs. Redmond's feet, and, waking from the +reverie that held him, while his companion sang the love lay he was +teaching her, he looked up to see his wife standing on the green slope +before him. A black lace scarf lay over her blonde hair as Spanish women +wear their veils, below it the violet eyes shone clear, the cheek glowed +with the color fresh winds had blown upon their paleness, the lips +parted with a wistful smile, and a knot of bright-hued leaves upon her +bosom made a mingling of snow and fire in the dress, whose white folds +swept the grass. Against a background of hoary cliffs and somber pines, +this figure stood out like a picture of blooming womanhood, but Manuel +saw three blemishes upon it--Gilbert had sketched her with that shadowy +veil upon her head, Gilbert had swung himself across a precipice to +reach the scarlet nosegay for her breast, Gilbert stood beside her with +her hand upon his arm; and troubled by the fear that often haunted him +since Pauline's manner to himself had grown so shy and sad, Manuel +leaned and looked forgetful of reply, but Mrs. Redmond answered +blithely: + +"He is coming, but with me. You are too grave for us, so go your ways, +talking wisely of heaven and earth, while we come after, enjoying both +as we gather lichens, chase the goats, and meet you at the waterfall. +Now senor, put away guitar and book, for I have learned my lesson; so +help me with this unruly hair of mine and leave the Spanish for today." + +They looked a pair of lovers as Manuel held back the long locks blowing +in the wind, while Babie tied her hat, still chanting the burthen of the +tender song she had caught so soon. A voiceless sigh stirred the ruddy +leaves on Pauline's bosom as she turned away, but Gilbert embodied it in +words, "They are happier without us. Let us go." + +Neither spoke till they reached the appointed tryst. The others were not +there, and, waiting for them, Pauline sat on a mossy stone, Gilbert +leaned against the granite boulder beside her, and both silently +surveyed a scene that made the heart glow, the eye kindle with delight +as it swept down from that airy height, across valleys dappled with +shadow and dark with untrodden forests, up ranges of majestic mountains, +through gap after gap, each hazier than the last, far out into that sea +of blue which rolls around all the world. Behind them roared the +waterfall swollen with autumn rains and hurrying to pour itself into the +rocky basin that lay boiling below, there to leave its legacy of +shattered trees, then to dash itself into a deeper chasm, soon to be +haunted by a tragic legend and go glittering away through forest, field, +and intervale to join the river rolling slowly to the sea. Won by the +beauty and the grandeur of the scene, Pauline forgot she was not alone, +till turning, she suddenly became aware that while she scanned the face +of nature her companion had been scanning hers. What he saw there she +could not tell, but all restraint had vanished from his manner, all +reticence from his speech, for with the old ardor in his eye, the old +impetuosity in his voice, he said, leaning down as if to read her heart, +"This is the moment I have waited for so long. For now you see what I +see, that both have made a bitter blunder, and may yet repair it. Those +children love each other; let them love, youth mates them, fortune makes +them equals, fate brings them together that we may be free. Accept this +freedom as I do, and come out into the world with me to lead the life +you were born to enjoy." + +With the first words he uttered Pauline felt that the time had come, and +in the drawing of a breath was ready for it, with every sense alert, +every power under full control, every feature obedient to the art which +had become a second nature. Gilbert had seized her hand, and she did not +draw it back; the sudden advent of the instant which must end her work +sent an unwonted color to her cheek, and she did avert it; the +exultation which flashed into her eyes made it unsafe to meet his own, +and they drooped before him as if in shame or fear, her whole face woke +and brightened with the excitement that stirred her blood. She did not +seek to conceal it, but let him cheat himself with the belief that love +touched it with such light and warmth, as she softly answered in a voice +whose accents seemed to assure his hope. + +"You ask me to relinquish much. What do you offer in return, Gilbert, +that I may not for a second time find love's labor lost?" + +It was a wily speech, though sweetly spoken, for it reminded him how +much he had thrown away, how little now remained to give, but her mien +inspired him, and nothing daunted, he replied more ardently than ever: + +"I can offer you a heart always faithful in truth though not in seeming, +for I never loved that child. I would give years of happy life to undo +that act and be again the man you trusted. I can offer you a name which +shall yet be an honorable one, despite the stain an hour's madness cast +upon it. You once taunted me with cowardice because I dared not face the +world and conquer it. I dare do that now; I long to escape from this +disgraceful servitude, to throw myself into the press, to struggle and +achieve for your dear sake. I can offer you strength, energy, +devotion--three gifts worthy any woman's acceptance who possesses power +to direct, reward, and enjoy them as you do, Pauline. Because with your +presence for my inspiration, I feel that I can retrieve my faultful +past, and with time become God's noblest work--an honest man. Babie +never could exert this influence over me. You can, you will, for now my +earthly hope is in your hands, my soul's salvation in your love." + +If that love had not died a sudden death, it would have risen up to +answer him as the one sincere desire of an erring life cried out to her +for help, and this man, as proud as sinful, knelt down before her with a +passionate humility never paid at any other shrine, human or divine. It +seemed to melt and win her, for he saw the color ebb and flow, heard the +rapid beating of her heart, felt the hand tremble in his own, and +received no denial but a lingering doubt, whose removal was a keen +satisfaction to himself. + +"Tell me, before I answer, are you sure that Manuel loves Babie?" + +"I am; for every day convinces me that he has outlived the brief +delusion, and longs for liberty, but dares not ask it. Ah! that pricks +pride! But it is so. I have watched with jealous vigilance and let no +sign escape me; because in his infidelity to you lay my chief hope. Has +he not grown melancholy, cold, and silent? Does he not seek Babie and, +of late, shun you? Will he not always yield his place to me without a +token of displeasure or regret? Has he ever uttered reproach, warning, +or command to you, although he knows I was and am your lover? Can you +deny these proofs, or pause to ask if he will refuse to break the tie +that binds him to a woman, whose superiority in all things keeps him a +subject where he would be a king? You do not know the heart of man if +you believe he will not bless you for his freedom." + +Like the cloud which just then swept across the valley, blotting out its +sunshine with a gloomy shadow, a troubled look flitted over Pauline's +face. But if the words woke any sleeping fear she cherished, it was +peremptorily banished, for scarcely had the watcher seen it than it was +gone. Her eyes still shone upon the ground, and still she prolonged the +bittersweet delight at seeing this humiliation of both soul and body by +asking the one question whose reply would complete her sad success. + +"Gilbert, do you believe I love you still?" + +"I know it! Can I not read the signs that proved it to me once? Can I +forget that, though you followed me to pity and despise, you have +remained to pardon and befriend? Am I not sure that no other power could +work the change you have wrought in me? I was learning to be content +with slavery, and slowly sinking into that indolence of will which makes +submission easy. I was learning to forget you, and be resigned to hold +the shadow when the substance was gone, but you came, and with a look +undid my work, with a word destroyed my hard-won peace, with a touch +roused the passion which was not dead but sleeping, and have made this +month of growing certainty to be the sweetest in my life--for I believed +all lost, and you showed me that all was won. Surely that smile is +propitious! and I may hope to hear the happy confirmation of my faith +from lips that were formed to say 'I love!'" + +She looked up then, and her eyes burned on him, with an expression which +made his heart leap with expectant joy, as over cheek and forehead +spread a glow of womanly emotion too genuine to be feigned, and her +voice thrilled with the fervor of that sentiment which blesses life and +outlives death. + +"Yes, I love; not as of old, with a girl's blind infatuation, but with +the warmth and wisdom of heart, mind, and soul--love made up of honor, +penitence and trust, nourished in secret by the better self which +lingers in the most tried and tempted of us, and now ready to blossom +and bear fruit, if God so wills. I have been once deceived, but faith +still endures, and I believe that I may yet earn this crowning gift of a +woman's life for the man who shall make my happiness as I make his--who +shall find me the prouder for past coldness, the humbler for past +pride--whose life shall pass serenely loving. And that beloved is--my +husband." If she had lifted her white hand and stabbed him, with that +smile upon her face, it would not have shocked him with a more pale +dismay than did those two words as Pauline shook him off and rose up, +beautiful and stern as an avenging angel. Dumb with an amazement too +fathomless for words, he knelt there motionless and aghast. She did not +speak. And, passing his hand across his eyes as if he felt himself the +prey to some delusion, he rose slowly, asking, half incredulously, half +imploringly, "Pauline, this is a jest?" + +"To me it is; to you--a bitter earnest." + +A dim foreboding of the truth fell on him then, and with it a strange +sense of fear; for in this apparition of human judgment he seemed to +receive a premonition of the divine. With a sudden gesture of something +like entreaty, he cried out, as if his fate lay in her hands, "How will +it end? how will it end?" + +"As it began--in sorrow, shame and loss." Then, in words that fell hot +and heavy on the sore heart made desolate, she poured out the dark +history of the wrong and the atonement wrung from him with such pitiless +patience and inexorable will. No hard fact remained unrecorded, no +subtle act unveiled, no hint of her bright future unspared to deepen the +gloom of his. And when the final word of doom died upon the lips that +should have awarded pardon, not punishment, Pauline tore away the last +gift he had given, and dropping it to the rocky path, set her foot upon +it, as if it were the scarlet badge of her subjection to the evil spirit +which had haunted her so long, now cast out and crushed forever. + +Gilbert had listened with a slowly gathering despair, which deepened to +the blind recklessness that comes to those whose passions are their +masters, when some blow smites but cannot subdue. Pale to his very lips, +with the still white wrath, so much more terrible to witness than the +fiercest ebullition of the ire that flames and feeds like a sudden fire, +he waited till she ended, then used the one retaliation she had left +him. His hand went to his breast, a tattered glove flashed white against +the cliff as he held it up before her, saying, in a voice that rose +gradually till the last words sounded clear above the waterfall's wild +song: + +"It was well and womanly done, Pauline, and I could wish Manuel a happy +life with such a tender, frank, and noble wife; but the future which you +paint so well never shall be his. For, by the Lord that hears me! I +swear I will end this jest of yours in a more bitter earnest than you +prophesied. Look; I have worn this since the night you began the +conflict, which has ended in defeat to me, as it shall to you. I do not +war with women, but you shall have one man's blood upon your soul, for I +will goad that tame boy to rebellion by flinging this in his face and +taunting him with a perfidy blacker than my own. Will that rouse him to +forget your commands and answer like a man?" + +"Yes!" + +The word rang through the air sharp and short as a pistol shot, a +slender brown hand wrenched the glove away, and Manuel came between +them. Wild with fear, Mrs. Redmond clung to him. Pauline sprang before +him, and for a moment the two faced each other, with a year's smoldering +jealousy and hate blazing in fiery eyes, trembling in clenched hands, +and surging through set teeth in defiant speech. + +"This is the gentleman who gambles his friend to desperation, and skulks +behind a woman, like the coward he is," sneered Gilbert. + +"Traitor and swindler, you lie!" shouted Manuel, and, flinging his wife +behind him, he sent the glove, with a stinging blow, full in his +opponent's face. + +Then the wild beast that lurks in every strong man's blood leaped up in +Gilbert Redmond's, as, with a single gesture of his sinewy right arm he +swept Manuel to the verge of the narrow ledge, saw him hang poised there +one awful instant, struggling to save the living weight that weighed him +down, heard a heavy plunge into the black pool below, and felt that +thrill of horrible delight which comes to murderers alone. + +So swift and sure had been the act it left no time for help. A rush, a +plunge, a pause, and then two figures stood where four had been--a man +and woman staring dumbly at each other, appalled at the dread silence +that made high noon more ghostly than the deepest night. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Pauline's Passion and Punishment + +Author: Louisa May Alcott + + +Release Date: June, 2005 [EBook #8384] +This file was first posted on July 5, 2003 +Last Updated: March 10, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAULINE'S PASSION AND PUNISHMENT *** + + + + +Text file produced by Beginners Projects, Laura Sabel and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + PAULINE'S PASSION + </h1> + <h4> + and + </h4> + <h1> + PUNISHMENT + </h1> + <h2> + by Louisa May Alcott + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> Chapter I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> Chapter II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> Chapter III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> Chapter IV </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter I + </h2> + <p> + To and fro, like a wild creature in its cage, paced that handsome woman, + with bent head, locked hands, and restless steps. Some mental storm, swift + and sudden as a tempest of the tropics, had swept over her and left its + marks behind. As if in anger at the beauty now proved powerless, all + ornaments had been flung away, yet still it shone undimmed, and filled her + with a passionate regret. A jewel glittered at her feet, leaving the lace + rent to shreds on the indignant bosom that had worn it; the wreaths of + hair that had crowned her with a woman's most womanly adornment fell + disordered upon shoulders that gleamed the fairer for the scarlet of the + pomegranate flowers clinging to the bright meshes that had imprisoned them + an hour ago; and over the face, once so affluent in youthful bloom, a + stern pallor had fallen like a blight, for pride was slowly conquering + passion, and despair had murdered hope. + </p> + <p> + Pausing in her troubled march, she swept away the curtain swaying in the + wind and looked out, as if imploring help from Nature, the great mother of + us all. A summer moon rode high in a cloudless heaven, and far as eye + could reach stretched the green wilderness of a Cuban <i>cafetal</i>. No + forest, but a tropical orchard, rich in lime, banana, plantain, palm, and + orange trees, under whose protective shade grew the evergreen coffee + plant, whose dark-red berries are the fortune of their possessor, and the + luxury of one-half the world. Wide avenues diverging from the mansion, + with its belt of brilliant shrubs and flowers, formed shadowy vistas, + along which, on the wings of the wind, came a breath of far-off music, + like a wooing voice; for the magic of night and distance lulled the + cadence of a Spanish <i>contradanza</i> to a trance of sound, soft, + subdued, and infinitely sweet. It was a southern scene, but not a southern + face that looked out upon it with such unerring glance; there was no + southern languor in the figure, stately and erect; no southern swarthiness + on fairest cheek and arm; no southern darkness in the shadowy gold of the + neglected hair; the light frost of northern snows lurked in the features, + delicately cut, yet vividly alive, betraying a temperament ardent, + dominant, and subtle. For passion burned in the deep eyes, changing their + violet to black. Pride sat on the forehead, with its dark brows; all a + woman's sweetest spells touched the lips, whose shape was a smile; and in + the spirited carriage of the head appeared the freedom of an intellect + ripened under colder skies, the energy of a nature that could wring + strength from suffering, and dare to act where feebler souls would only + dare desire. + </p> + <p> + Standing thus, conscious only of the wound that bled in that high heart of + hers, and the longing that gradually took shape and deepened to a purpose, + an alien presence changed the tragic atmosphere of that still room and + woke her from her dangerous mood. A wonderfully winning guise this + apparition wore, for youth, hope, and love endowed it with the charm that + gives beauty to the plainest, while their reign endures. A boy in any + other climate, in this his nineteen years had given him the stature of a + man; and Spain, the land of romance, seemed embodied in this figure, full + of the lithe slenderness of the whispering palms overhead, the warm + coloring of the deep-toned flowers sleeping in the room, the native grace + of the tame antelope lifting its human eyes to his as he lingered on the + threshold in an attitude eager yet timid, watching that other figure as it + looked into the night and found no solace there. + </p> + <p> + “Pauline!” + </p> + <p> + She turned as if her thought had taken voice and answered her, regarded + him a moment, as if hesitating to receive the granted wish, then beckoned + with the one word. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” + </p> + <p> + Instantly the fear vanished, the ardor deepened, and with an imperious + “Lie down!” to his docile attendant, the young man obeyed with equal + docility, looking as wistfully toward his mistress as the brute toward her + master, while he waited proudly humble for her commands. + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, why are you here?” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me! I saw Dolores bring a letter; you vanished, an hour passed, I + could wait no longer, and I came.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad, I needed my one friend. Read that.” + </p> + <p> + She offered a letter, and with her steady eyes upon him, her purpose + strengthening as she looked, stood watching the changes of that expressive + countenance. This was the letter: + </p> + <p> + Pauline— + </p> + <p> + Six months ago I left you, promising to return and take you home my wife; + I loved you, but I deceived you; for though my heart was wholly yours, my + hand was not mine to give. This it was that haunted me through all that + blissful summer, this that marred my happiness when you owned you loved + me, and this drove me from you, hoping I could break the tie with which I + had rashly bound myself. I could not, I am married, and there all ends. + Hate me, forget me, solace your pride with the memory that none knew your + wrong, assure your peace with the knowledge that mine is destroyed + forever, and leave my punishment to remorse and time. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert + </p> + <p> + With a gesture of wrathful contempt, Manuel flung the paper from him as he + flashed a look at his companion, muttering through his teeth, “Traitor! + Shall I kill him?” + </p> + <p> + Pauline laughed low to herself, a dreary sound, but answered with a slow + darkening of the face that gave her words an ominous significance. “Why + should you? Such revenge is brief and paltry, fit only for mock tragedies + or poor souls who have neither the will to devise nor the will to execute + a better. There are fates more terrible than death; weapons more keen than + poniards, more noiseless than pistols. Women use such, and work out a + subtler vengeance than men can conceive. Leave Gilbert to remorse—and + me.” + </p> + <p> + She paused an instant, and by some strong effort banished the black frown + from her brow, quenched the baleful fire of her eyes, and left nothing + visible but the pale determination that made her beautiful face more + eloquent than her words. + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, in a week I leave the island.” + </p> + <p> + “Alone, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not alone.” + </p> + <p> + A moment they looked into each other's eyes, each endeavoring to read the + other. Manuel saw some indomitable purpose, bent on conquering all + obstacles. Pauline saw doubt, desire, and hope; knew that a word would + bring the ally she needed; and, with a courage as native to her as her + pride, resolved to utter it. + </p> + <p> + Seating herself, she beckoned her companion to assume the place beside + her, but for the first time he hesitated. Something in the unnatural + calmness of her manner troubled him, for his southern temperament was + alive to influences whose presence would have been unfelt by one less + sensitive. He took the cushion at her feet, saying, half tenderly, half + reproachfully, “Let me keep my old place till I know in what character I + am to fill the new. The man you trusted has deserted you; the boy you + pitied will prove loyal. Try him, Pauline.” + </p> + <p> + “I will.” + </p> + <p> + And with the bitter smile unchanged upon her lips, the low voice unshaken + in its tones, the deep eyes unwavering in their gaze, Pauline went on: + </p> + <p> + “You know my past, happy as a dream till eighteen. Then all was swept + away, home, fortune, friends, and I was left, like an unfledged bird, + without even the shelter of a cage. For five years I have made my life + what I could, humble, honest, but never happy, till I came here, for here + I saw Gilbert. In the poor companion of your guardian's daughter he seemed + to see the heiress I had been, and treated me as such. This flattered my + pride and touched my heart. He was kind, I grateful; then he loved me, and + God knows how utterly I loved him! A few months of happiness the purest, + then he went to make home ready for me, and I believed him; for where I + wholly love I wholly trust. While my own peace was undisturbed, I learned + to read the language of your eyes, Manuel, to find the boy grown into the + man, the friend warmed into a lover. Your youth had kept me blind too + long. Your society had grown dear to me, and I loved you like a sister for + your unvarying kindness to the solitary woman who earned her bread and + found it bitter. I told you my secret to prevent the utterance of your + own. You remember the promise you made me then, keep it still, and bury + the knowledge of my lost happiness deep in your pitying heart, as I shall + in my proud one. Now the storm is over, and I am ready for my work again, + but it must be a new task in a new scene. I hate this house, this room, + the faces I must meet, the duties I must perform, for the memory of that + traitor haunts them all. I see a future full of interest, a stage whereon + I could play a stirring part. I long for it intensely, yet cannot make it + mine alone. Manuel, do you love me still?” + </p> + <p> + Bending suddenly, she brushed back the dark hair that streaked his + forehead and searched the face that in an instant answered her. Like a + swift rising light, the eloquent blood rushed over swarthy cheek and brow, + the slumberous softness of the eyes kindled with a flash, and the lips, + sensitive as any woman's, trembled yet broke into a rapturous smile as he + cried, with fervent brevity, “I would die for you!” + </p> + <p> + A look of triumph swept across her face, for with this boy, as chivalrous + as ardent, she knew that words were not mere breath. Still, with her stern + purpose uppermost, she changed the bitter smile into one half-timid, + half-tender, as she bent still nearer, “Manuel, in a week I leave the + island. Shall I go alone?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Pauline.” + </p> + <p> + He understood her now. She saw it in the sudden paleness that fell on him, + heard it in the rapid beating of his heart, felt it in the strong grasp + that fastened on her hand, and knew that the first step was won. A + regretful pang smote her, but the dark mood which had taken possession of + her stifled the generous warnings of her better self and drove her on. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, Manuel. A strange spirit rules me tonight, but I will have no + reserves from you, all shall be told; then, if you will come, be it so; if + not, I shall go my way as solitary as I came. If you think that this loss + has broken my heart, undeceive yourself, for such as I live years in an + hour and show no sign. I have shed no tears, uttered no cry, asked no + comfort; yet, since I read that letter, I have suffered more than many + suffer in a lifetime. I am not one to lament long over any hopeless + sorrow. A single paroxysm, sharp and short, and it is over. Contempt has + killed my love, I have buried it, and no power can make it live again, + except as a pale ghost that will not rest till Gilbert shall pass through + an hour as bitter as the last.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that the task you give yourself, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + The savage element that lurks in southern blood leaped up in the boy's + heart as he listened, glittered in his eye, and involuntarily found + expression in the nervous grip of the hands that folded a fairer one + between them. Alas for Pauline that she had roused the sleeping devil, and + was glad to see it! + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is weak, wicked, and unwomanly; yet I persist as relentlessly as + any Indian on a war trail. See me as I am, not the gay girl you have + known, but a revengeful woman with but one tender spot now left in her + heart, the place you fill. I have been wronged, and I long to right myself + at once. Time is too slow; I cannot wait, for that man must be taught that + two can play at the game of hearts, taught soon and sharply. I can do + this, can wound as I have been wounded, can sting him with contempt, and + prove that I too can forget.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Pauline. Show me how I am to help you.” + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, I want fortune, rank, splendor, and power; you can give me all + these, and a faithful friend beside. I desire to show Gilbert the creature + he deserted no longer poor, unknown, unloved, but lifted higher than + himself, cherished, honored, applauded, her life one of royal pleasure, + herself a happy queen. Beauty, grace, and talent you tell me I possess; + wealth gives them luster, rank exalts them, power makes them irresistible. + Place these worldly gifts in my hand and that hand is yours. See, I offer + it.” + </p> + <p> + She did so, but it was not taken. Manuel had left his seat and now stood + before her, awed by the undertone of strong emotion in her calmly spoken + words, bewildered by the proposal so abruptly made, longing to ask the + natural question hovering on his lips, yet too generous to utter it. + Pauline read his thought, and answered it with no touch of pain or pride + in the magical voice that seldom spoke in vain. + </p> + <p> + “I know your wish; it is as just as your silence is generous, and I reply + to it in all sincerity. You would ask, 'When I have given all that I + possess, what do I receive in return?' This—a wife whose friendship + is as warm as many a woman's love; a wife who will give you all the heart + still left her, and cherish the hope that time may bring a harvest of real + affection to repay you for the faithfulness of years; who, though she + takes the retribution of a wrong into her hands and executes it in the + face of heaven, never will forget the honorable name you give into her + keeping or blemish it by any act of hers. I can promise no more. Will this + content you, Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + Before she ended his face was hidden in his hands, and tears streamed + through them as he listened, for like a true child of the south each + emotion found free vent and spent itself as swiftly as it rose. The + reaction was more than he could bear, for in a moment his life was + changed, months of hopeless longing were banished with a word, a blissful + yes canceled the hard no that had been accepted as inexorable, and + Happiness, lifting her full cup to his lips, bade him drink. A moment he + yielded to the natural relief, then dashed his tears away and threw + himself at Pauline's feet in that attitude fit only for a race as graceful + as impassioned. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me! Take all I have—fortune, name, and my poor self; use us + as you will, we are proud and happy to be spent for you! No service will + be too hard, no trial too long if in the end you learn to love me with one + tithe of the affection I have made my life. Do you mean it? Am I to go + with you? To be near you always, to call you wife, and know we are each + other's until death? What have I ever done to earn a fate like this?” + </p> + <p> + Fast and fervently he spoke, and very winsome was the glad abandonment of + this young lover, half boy, half man, possessing the simplicity of the + one, the fervor of the other. Pauline looked and listened with a soothing + sense of consolation in the knowledge that this loyal heart was all her + own, a sweet foretaste of the devotion which henceforth was to shelter her + from poverty, neglect, and wrong, and turn life's sunniest side to one who + had so long seen only its most bleak and barren. Still at her feet, his + arms about her waist, his face flushed and proud, lifted to hers, Manuel + saw the cold mask soften, the stern eyes melt with a sudden dew as Pauline + watched him, saying, “Dear Manuel, love me less; I am not worth such + ardent and entire faith. Pause and reflect before you take this step. I + will not bind you to my fate too soon lest you repent too late. We both + stand alone in the world, free to make or mar our future as we will. I + have chosen my lot. Recall all it may cost you to share it and be sure the + price is not too high a one. Remember I am poor, you the possessor of one + princely fortune, the sole heir to another.” + </p> + <p> + “The knowledge of this burdened me before; now I glory in it because I + have the more for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, I am older than yourself, and may early lose the beauty you + love so well, leaving an old wife to burden your youth.” + </p> + <p> + “What are a few years to me? Women like you grow lovelier with age, and + you shall have a strong young husband to lean on all your life.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, I am not of your faith, and the priests will shut me out from + your heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “Let them prate as they will. Where you go I will go; Santa Paula shall be + my madonna!” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, I am a deserted woman, and in the world we are going to my name + may become the sport of that man's cruel tongue. Could you bear that + patiently; and curb your fiery pride if I desired it?” + </p> + <p> + “Anything for you, Pauline!” + </p> + <p> + “One thing more. I give you my liberty; for a time give me forbearance in + return, and though wed in haste woo me slowly, lest this sore heart of + mine find even your light yoke heavy. Can you promise this, and wait till + time has healed my wound, and taught me to be meek?” + </p> + <p> + “I swear to obey you in all things; make me what you will, for soul and + body I am wholly yours henceforth.” + </p> + <p> + “Faithful and true! I knew you would not fail me. Now go, Manuel. Tomorrow + do your part resolutely as I shall do mine, and in a week we will begin + the new life together. Ours is a strange betrothal, but it shall not lack + some touch of tenderness from me. Love, good night.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline bent till her bright hair mingled with the dark, kissed the boy on + lips and forehead as a fond sister might have done, then put him gently + from her; and like one in a blessed dream he went away to pace all night + beneath her window, longing for the day. + </p> + <p> + As the echo of his steps died along the corridor, Pauline's eye fell on + the paper lying where her lover flung it. At this sight all the softness + vanished, the stern woman reappeared, and, crushing it in her hand with + slow significance, she said low to herself, “This is an old, old story, + but it shall have a new ending.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter II + </h2> + <h3> + “What jewels will the señora wear tonight?” + </h3> + <p> + “None, Dolores. Manuel has gone for flowers—he likes them best. You + may go.” + </p> + <p> + “But the señora's toilette is not finished; the sandals, the gloves, the + garland yet remain.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave them all; I shall not go down. I am tired of this endless folly. + Give me that book and go.” + </p> + <p> + The pretty Creole obeyed; and careless of Dolores' work, Pauline sank into + the deep chair with a listless mien, turned the pages for a little, then + lost herself in thoughts that seemed to bring no rest. + </p> + <p> + Silently the young husband entered and, pausing, regarded his wife with + mingled pain and pleasure—pain to see her so spiritless, pleasure to + see her so fair. She seemed unconscious of his presence till the fragrance + of his floral burden betrayed him, and looking up to smile a welcome she + met a glance that changed the sad dreamer into an excited actor, for it + told her that the object of her search was found. Springing erect, she + asked eagerly, “Manuel, is he here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Alone?” + </p> + <p> + “His wife is with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she beautiful?” + </p> + <p> + “Pretty, petite, and petulant.” + </p> + <p> + “And he?” + </p> + <p> + “Unchanged: the same imposing figure and treacherous face, the same + restless eye and satanic mouth. Pauline, let me insult him!” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet. Were they together?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. He seemed anxious to leave her, but she called him back imperiously, + and he came like one who dared not disobey.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he see you?” + </p> + <p> + “The crowd was too dense, and I kept in the shadow.” + </p> + <p> + “The wife's name? Did you learn it?” + </p> + <p> + “Barbara St. Just.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I knew her once and will again. Manuel, am I beautiful tonight?” + </p> + <p> + “How can you be otherwise to me?” + </p> + <p> + “That is not enough. I must look my fairest to others, brilliant and + blithe, a happy-hearted bride whose honeymoon is not yet over.” + </p> + <p> + “For his sake, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “For yours. I want him to envy you your youth, your comeliness, your + content; to see the man he once sneered at the husband of the woman he + once loved; to recall impotent regret. I know his nature, and can stir him + to his heart's core with a look, revenge myself with a word, and read the + secrets of his life with a skill he cannot fathom.” + </p> + <p> + “And when you have done all this, shall you be happier, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “Infinitely; our three weeks' search is ended, and the real interest of + the plot begins. I have played the lover for your sake, now play the man + of the world for mine. This is the moment we have waited for. Help me to + make it successful. Come! Crown me with your garland, give me the + bracelets that were your wedding gift—none can be too brilliant for + tonight. Now the gloves and fan. Stay, my sandals—you shall play + Dolores and tie them on.” + </p> + <p> + With an air of smiling coquetry he had never seen before, Pauline + stretched out a truly Spanish foot and offered him its dainty covering. + Won by the animation of her manner, Manuel forgot his misgivings and + played his part with boyish spirit, hovering about his stately wife as no + assiduous maid had ever done; for every flower was fastened with a word + sweeter than itself, the white arms kissed as the ornaments went on, and + when the silken knots were deftly accomplished, the lighthearted + bridegroom performed a little dance of triumph about his idol, till she + arrested him, beckoning as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, I am waiting to assume the last best ornament you have given me, + my handsome husband.” Then, as he came to her laughing with frank pleasure + at her praise, she added, “You, too, must look your best and bravest now, + and remember you must enact the man tonight. Before Gilbert wear your + stateliest aspect, your tenderest to me, your courtliest to his wife. You + possess dramatic skill. Use it for my sake, and come for your reward when + this night's work is done.” + </p> + <p> + The great hotel was swarming with life, ablaze with light, resonant with + the tread of feet, the hum of voices, the musical din of the band, and + full of the sights and sounds which fill such human hives at a fashionable + watering place in the height of the season. As Manuel led his wife along + the grand hall thronged with promenaders, his quick ear caught the + whispered comments of the passers-by, and the fragmentary rumors + concerning themselves amused him infinitely. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Mon ami!</i> There are five bridal couples here tonight, and there is + the handsomest, richest, and most enchanting of them all. The groom is not + yet twenty, they tell me, and the bride still younger. Behold them!” + </p> + <p> + Manuel looked down at Pauline with a mirthful glance, but she had not + heard. + </p> + <p> + “See, Belle! Cubans; own half the island between them. Splendid, aren't + they? Look at the diamonds on her lovely arms, and his ravishing + moustache. Isn't he your ideal of Prince Djalma, in The Wandering Jew?” + </p> + <p> + A pretty girl, forgetting propriety in interest, pointed as they passed. + Manuel half-bowed to the audible compliment, and the blushing damsel + vanished, but Pauline had not seen. + </p> + <p> + “Jack, there's the owner of the black span you fell into raptures over. My + lord and lady look as highbred as their stud. We'll patronize them!” + </p> + <p> + Manuel muttered a disdainful “<i>Impertinente!</i>” between his teeth as + he surveyed a brace of dandies with an air that augured ill for the + patronage of Young America, but Pauline was unconscious of both criticism + and reproof. A countercurrent held them stationary for a moment, and close + behind them sounded a voice saying, confidentially, to some silent + listener, “The Redmonds are here tonight, and I am curious to see how he + bears his disappointment. You know he married for money, and was outwitted + in the bargain; for his wife's fortune not only proves to be much less + than he was led to believe, but is so tied up that he is entirely + dependent upon her, and the bachelor debts he sold himself to liquidate + still harass him, with a wife's reproaches to augment the affliction. To + be ruled by a spoiled child's whims is a fit punishment for a man whom + neither pride nor principle could curb before. Let us go and look at the + unfortunate.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline heard now. Manuel felt her start, saw her flush and pale, then her + eye lit, and the dark expression he dreaded to see settled on her face as + she whispered, like a satanic echo, “Let us also go and look at this + unfortunate.” + </p> + <p> + A jealous pang smote the young man's heart as he recalled the past. + </p> + <p> + “You pity him, Pauline, and pity is akin to love.” + </p> + <p> + “I only pity what I respect. Rest content, my husband.” + </p> + <p> + Steadily her eyes met his, and the hand whose only ornament was a wedding + ring went to meet the one folded on his arm with a confiding gesture that + made the action a caress. + </p> + <p> + “I will try to be, yet mine is a hard part,” Manuel answered with a sigh, + then silently they both paced on. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert Redmond lounged behind his wife's chair, looking intensely bored. + </p> + <p> + “Have you had enough of this folly, Babie?” + </p> + <p> + “No, we have but just come. Let us dance.” + </p> + <p> + “Too late; they have begun.” + </p> + <p> + “Then go about with me. It's very tiresome sitting here.” + </p> + <p> + “It is too warm to walk in all that crowd, child.” + </p> + <p> + “You are so indolent! Tell me who people are as they pass. I know no one + here.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I.” + </p> + <p> + But his act belied the words, for as they passed his lips he rose erect, + with a smothered exclamation and startled face, as if a ghost had suddenly + confronted him. The throng had thinned, and as his wife followed the + direction of his glance, she saw no uncanny apparition to cause such + evident dismay, but a woman fair-haired, violet-eyed, blooming and serene, + sweeping down the long hall with noiseless grace. An air of sumptuous life + pervaded her, the shimmer of bridal snow surrounded her, bridal gifts + shone on neck and arms, and bridal happiness seemed to touch her with its + tender charm as she looked up at her companion, as if there were but one + human being in the world to her. This companion, a man slender and tall, + with a face delicately dark as a fine bronze, looked back at her with eyes + as eloquent as her own, while both spoke rapidly and low in the melodious + language which seems made for lover's lips. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, who are they?” + </p> + <p> + There was no answer, and before she could repeat the question the + approaching pair paused before her, and the beautiful woman offered her + hand, saying, with inquiring smiles, “Barbara, have you forgotten your + early friend, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + Recognition came with the familiar name, and Mrs. Redmond welcomed the + newcomer with a delight as unrestrained as if she were still the + schoolgirl, Babie. Then, recovering herself, she said, with a pretty + attempt at dignity, “Let me present my husband. Gilbert, come and welcome + my friend Pauline Valary.” + </p> + <p> + Scarlet with shame, dumb with conflicting emotions, and utterly deserted + by self-possession, Redmond stood with downcast eyes and agitated mien, + suffering a year's remorse condensed into a moment. A mute gesture was all + the greeting he could offer. Pauline slightly bent her haughty head as she + answered, in a voice frostily sweet, “Your wife mistakes. Pauline Valary + died three weeks ago, and Pauline Laroche rose from her ashes. Manuel, my + schoolmate, Mrs. Redmond; Gilbert you already know.” + </p> + <p> + With the manly presence he could easily assume and which was henceforth to + be his role in public, Manuel bowed courteously to the lady, coldly to the + gentleman, and looked only at his wife. Mrs. Redmond, though childish, was + observant; she glanced from face to face, divined a mystery, and spoke out + at once. + </p> + <p> + “Then you have met before? Gilbert, you have never told me this.” + </p> + <p> + “It was long ago—in Cuba. I believed they had forgotten me.” + </p> + <p> + “I never forget.” And Pauline's eye turned on him with a look he dared not + meet. + </p> + <p> + Unsilenced by her husband's frown, Mrs. Redmond, intent on pleasing + herself, drew her friend to the seat beside her as she said petulantly, + “Gilbert tells me nothing, and I am constantly discovering things which + might have given me pleasure had he only chosen to be frank. I've spoken + of you often, yet he never betrayed the least knowledge of you, and I take + it very ill of him, because I am sure he has not forgotten you. Sit here, + Pauline, and let me tease you with questions, as I used to do so long ago. + You were always patient with me, and though far more beautiful, your face + is still the same kind one that comforted the little child at school. + Gilbert, enjoy your friend, and leave us to ourselves until the dance is + over.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline obeyed; but as she chatted, skillfully leading the young wife's + conversation to her own affairs, she listened to the two voices behind + her, watched the two figures reflected in the mirror before her, and felt + a secret pride in Manuel's address, for it was evident that the former + positions were renewed. + </p> + <p> + The timid boy who had feared the sarcastic tongue of his guardian's guest, + and shrunk from his presence to conceal the jealousy that was his jest, + now stood beside his formal rival, serene and self-possessed, by far the + manliest man of the two, for no shame daunted him, no fear oppressed him, + no dishonorable deed left him at the mercy of another's tongue. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert Redmond felt this keenly, and cursed the falsehood which had + placed him in such an unenviable position. It was vain to assume the old + superiority that was forfeited; but too much a man of the world to be long + discomforted by any contretemps like this, he rapidly regained his + habitual ease of manner, and avoiding the perilous past clung to the safer + present, hoping, by some unguarded look or word, to fathom the purpose of + his adversary, for such he knew the husband of Pauline must be at heart. + But Manuel schooled his features, curbed his tongue, and when his hot + blood tempted him to point his smooth speech with a taunt, or offer a + silent insult with the eye, he remembered Pauline, looked down on the + graceful head below, and forgot all other passions in that of love. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, my shawl. The sea air chills me.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot it, Babie.” + </p> + <p> + “Allow me to supply the want.” + </p> + <p> + Mindful of his wife's commands, Manuel seized this opportunity to win a + glance of commendation from her. And taking the downy mantle that hung + upon his arm, he wrapped the frail girl in it with a care that made the + act as cordial as courteous. Mrs. Redmond felt the charm of his manner + with the quickness of a woman, and sent a reproachful glance at Gilbert as + she said plaintively, “Ah! It is evident that my honeymoon is over, and + the assiduous lover replaced by the negligent husband. Enjoy your + midsummer night's dream while you may, Pauline, and be ready for the + awakening that must come.” + </p> + <p> + “Not to her, madame, for our honeymoon shall last till the golden wedding + day comes round. Shall it not, cariña?” + </p> + <p> + “There is no sign of waning yet, Manuel,” and Pauline looked up into her + husband's face with a genuine affection which made her own more beautiful + and filled his with a visible content. Gilbert read the glance, and in + that instant suffered the first pang of regret that Pauline had foretold. + He spoke abruptly, longing to be away. + </p> + <p> + “Babie, we may dance now, if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “I am going, but not with you—so give me my fan, and entertain + Pauline till my return.” + </p> + <p> + He unclosed his hand, but the delicately carved fan fell at his feet in a + shower of ivory shreds—he had crushed it as he watched his first + love with the bitter thought “It might have been!” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, Babie, it was too frail for use; you should choose a + stronger.” + </p> + <p> + “I will next time, and a gentler hand to hold it. Now, Monsieur Laroche, I + am ready.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Redmond rose in a small bustle of satisfaction, shook out her + flounces, glanced at the mirror, then Manuel led her away; and the other + pair were left alone. Both felt a secret agitation quicken their breath + and thrill along their nerves, but the woman concealed it best. Gilbert's + eye wandered restlessly to and fro, while Pauline fixed her own on his as + quietly as if he were the statue in the niche behind him. For a moment he + tried to seem unconscious of it, then essayed to meet and conquer it, but + failed signally and, driven to his last resources by that steady gaze, + resolved to speak out and have all over before his wife's return. Assuming + the seat beside her, he said, impetuously, “Pauline, take off your mask as + I do mine—we are alone now, and may see each other as we are.” + </p> + <p> + Leaning deep into the crimson curve of the couch, with the indolent grace + habitual to her, yet in strong contrast to the vigilant gleam of her eye, + she swept her hand across her face as if obeying him, yet no change + followed, as she said with a cold smile, “It is off; what next?” + </p> + <p> + “Let me understand you. Did my letter reach your hands?” + </p> + <p> + “A week before my marriage.” + </p> + <p> + He drew a long breath of relief, yet a frown gathered as he asked, like + one loath and eager to be satisfied, “Your love died a natural death, + then, and its murder does not lie at my door?” + </p> + <p> + Pointing to the shattered toy upon the ground, she only echoed his own + words. “It was too frail for use—I chose a stronger.” + </p> + <p> + It wounded, as she meant it should; and the evil spirit to whose guidance + she had yielded herself exulted to see his self-love bleed, and pride + vainly struggle to conceal the stab. He caught the expression in her + averted glance, bent suddenly a fixed and scrutinizing gaze upon her, + asking, below his breath, “Then why are you here to tempt me with the face + that tempted me a year ago?” + </p> + <p> + “I came to see the woman to whom you sold yourself. I have seen her, and + am satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + Such quiet contempt iced her tones, such pitiless satisfaction shone + through the long lashes that swept slowly down, after her eye had met and + caused his own to fall again, that Gilbert's cheek burned as if the words + had been a blow, and mingled shame and anger trembled in his voice. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you are quick to read our secret, for you possess the key. Have you + no fear that I may read your own, and tell the world you sold your beauty + for a name and fortune? Your bargain is a better one than mine, but I know + you too well, though your fetters are diamonds and your master a fond + boy.” + </p> + <p> + She had been prepared for this, and knew she had a shield in the real + regard she bore her husband, for though sisterly, it was sincere. She felt + its value now, for it gave her courage to confront the spirit of + retaliation she had roused, and calmness to answer the whispered taunt + with an unruffled mien, as lifting her white arm she let its single + decoration drop glittering to her lap. + </p> + <p> + “You see my 'fetters' are as loose as they are light, and nothing binds me + but my will. Read my heart, if you can. You will find there contempt for a + love so poor that it feared poverty; pity for a man who dared not face the + world and conquer it, as a girl had done before him, and gratitude that I + have found my 'master' in a truehearted boy, not a falsehearted man. If I + am a slave, I never know it. Can you say as much?” + </p> + <p> + Her woman's tongue avenged her, and Gilbert owned his defeat. Pain + quenched the ire of his glance, remorse subdued his pride, + self-condemnation compelled him to ask, imploringly, “Pauline, when may I + hope for pardon?” + </p> + <p> + “Never.” + </p> + <p> + The stern utterance of the word dismayed him, and, like one shut out from + hope, he rose, as if to leave her, but paused irresolutely, looked back, + then sank down again, as if constrained against his will by a longing past + control. If she had doubted her power this action set the doubt at rest, + as the haughtiest nature she had known confessed it by a bittersweet + complaint. Eyeing her wistfully, tenderly, Gilbert murmured, in the voice + of long ago, “Why do I stay to wound and to be wounded by the hand that + once caressed me? Why do I find more pleasure in your contempt than in + another woman's praise, and feel myself transported into the delights of + that irrecoverable past, now grown the sweetest, saddest memory of my + life? Send me away, Pauline, before the old charm asserts its power, and I + forget that I am not the happy lover of a year ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave me then, Gilbert. Good night.” + </p> + <p> + Half unconsciously, the former softness stole into her voice as it + lingered on his name. The familiar gesture accompanied the words, the old + charm did assert itself, and for an instant changed the cold woman into + the ardent girl again. Gilbert did not go but, with a hasty glance down + the deserted hall behind him, captured and kissed the hand he had lost, + passionately whispering, “Pauline, I love you still, and that look assures + me that you have forgiven, forgotten, and kept a place for me in that deep + heart of yours. It is too late to deny it. I have seen the tender eyes + again, and the sight has made me the proudest, happiest man that walks the + world tonight, slave though I am.” + </p> + <p> + Over cheek and forehead rushed the treacherous blood as the violet eyes + filled and fell before his own, and in the glow of mingled pain and fear + that stirred her blood, Pauline, for the first time, owned the peril of + the task she had set herself, saw the dangerous power she possessed, and + felt the buried passion faintly moving in its grave. Indignant at her own + weakness, she took refuge in the memory of her wrong, controlled the rebel + color, steeled the front she showed him, and with feminine skill mutely + conveyed the rebuke she would not trust herself to utter, by stripping the + glove from the hand he had touched and dropping it disdainfully as if + unworthy of its place. Gilbert had not looked for such an answer, and + while it baffled him it excited his man's spirit to rebel against her + silent denial. With a bitter laugh he snatched up the glove. + </p> + <p> + “I read a defiance in your eye as you flung this down. I accept the + challenge, and will keep gage until I prove myself the victor. I have + asked for pardon. You refuse it. I have confessed my love. You scorn it. I + have possessed myself of your secret, yet you deny it. Now we will try our + strength together, and leave those children to their play.” + </p> + <p> + “We are the children, and we play with edge tools. There has been enough + of this, there must be no more.” Pauline rose with her haughtiest mien, + and the brief command, “Take me to Manuel.” + </p> + <p> + Silently Gilbert offered his arm, and silently she rejected it. + </p> + <p> + “Will you accept nothing from me?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing.” + </p> + <p> + Side by side they passed through the returning throng till Mrs. Redmond + joined them, looking blithe and bland with the exhilaration of gallantry + and motion. Manuel's first glance was at Pauline, his second at her + companion; there was a shadow upon the face of each, which seemed + instantly to fall upon his own as he claimed his wife with a masterful + satisfaction as novel as becoming, and which prompted her to whisper, “You + enact your role to the life, and shall enjoy a foretaste of your reward at + once. I want excitement; let us show these graceless, frozen people the + true art of dancing, and electrify them with the life and fire of a Cuban + valse.” + </p> + <p> + Manuel kindled at once, and Pauline smiled stealthily as she glanced over + her shoulder from the threshold of the dancing hall, for her slightest + act, look, and word had their part to play in that night's drama. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, if you are tired I will go now.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, I begin to find it interesting. Let us watch the dancers.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Redmond accepted the tardy favor, wondering at his unwonted + animation, for never had she seen such eagerness in his countenance, such + energy in his manner as he pressed through the crowd and won a place where + they could freely witness one of those exhibitions of fashionable + figurante which are nightly to be seen at such resorts. Many couples were + whirling around the white hall, but among them one pair circled with + slowly increasing speed, in perfect time to the inspiring melody of + trumpet, flute, and horn, that seemed to sound for them alone. Many paused + to watch them, for they gave to the graceful pastime the enchantment which + few have skill enough to lend it, and made it a spectacle of life-enjoying + youth, to be remembered long after the music ceased and the agile feet + were still. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert's arm was about his little wife to shield her from the pressure of + the crowd, and as they stood his hold unconsciously tightened, till, + marveling at this unwonted care, she looked up to thank him with a happy + glance and discovered that his eye rested on a single pair, kindling as + they approached, keenly scanning every gesture as they floated by, + following them with untiring vigilance through the many-colored mazes they + threaded with such winged steps, while his breath quickened, his hand kept + time, and every sense seemed to own the intoxication of the scene. + Sorrowfully she too watched this pair, saw their grace, admired their + beauty, envied their happiness; for, short as her wedded life had been, + the thorns already pierced her through the roses, and with each airy + revolution of those figures, dark and bright, her discontent increased, + her wonder deepened, her scrutiny grew keener, for she knew no common + interest held her husband there, fascinated, flushed, and excited as if + his heart beat responsive to the rhythmic rise and fall of that booted + foot and satin slipper. The music ended with a crash, the crowd surged + across the floor, and the spell was broken. Like one but half + disenchanted, Gilbert stood a moment, then remembered his wife, and + looking down met brown eyes, full of tears, fastened on his face. + </p> + <p> + “Tired so soon, Babie? Or in a pet because I cannot change myself into a + thistledown and float about with you, like Manuel and Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “Neither; I was only wishing that you loved me as he loves her, and hoping + he would never tire of her, they are so fond and charming now. How long + have you known them—and where?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall have no peace until I tell you. I passed a single summer with + them in a tropical paradise, where we swung half the day in hammocks, + under tamarind and almond trees; danced half the night to music, of which + this seems but a faint echo; and led a life of luxurious delight in an + enchanted climate, where all is so beautiful and brilliant that its memory + haunts a life as pressed flowers sweeten the leaves of a dull book.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you leave it then?” + </p> + <p> + “To marry you, child.” + </p> + <p> + “That was a regretful sigh, as if I were not worth the sacrifice. Let us + go back and enjoy it together.” + </p> + <p> + “If you were dying for it, I would not take you to Cuba. It would be + purgatory, not paradise, now.” + </p> + <p> + “How stern you look, how strangely you speak. Would you not go to save + your own life, Gilbert?” + </p> + <p> + “I would not cross the room to do that, much less the sea.” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you both love and dread it? Don't frown, but tell me. I have a + right to know.” + </p> + <p> + “Because the bitterest blunder of my life was committed there—a + blunder that I never can repair in this world, and may be damned for in + the next. Rest satisfied with this, Babie, lest you prove like Bluebeard's + wife, and make another skeleton in my closet, which has enough already.” + </p> + <p> + Strange regret was in his voice, strange gloom fell upon his face; but + though rendered doubly curious by the change, Mrs. Redmond dared not + question further and, standing silent, furtively scanned the troubled + countenance beside her. Gilbert spoke first, waking out of his sorrowful + reverie with a start. + </p> + <p> + “Pauline is coming. Say adieu, not au revoir, for tomorrow we must leave + this place.” + </p> + <p> + His words were a command, his aspect one of stern resolve, though the + intensest longing mingled with the dark look he cast on the approaching + pair. The tone, the glance displeased his willful wife, who loved to use + her power and exact obedience where she had failed to win affection, often + ruling imperiously when a tender word would have made her happy to submit. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, you take no thought for my pleasures though you pursue your own + at my expense. Your neglect forces me to find solace and satisfaction + where I can, and you have forfeited your right to command or complain. I + love Pauline, I am happy with her, therefore I shall stay until we tire of + one another. I am a burden to you; go if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “You know I cannot without you, Babie. I ask it as a favor. For my sake, + for your own, I implore you to come away.” + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, do you love her?” + </p> + <p> + She seized his arm and forced an answer by the energy of her sharply + whispered question. He saw that it was vain to dissemble, yet replied with + averted head, “I did and still remember it.” + </p> + <p> + “And she? Did she return your love?” + </p> + <p> + “I believed so; but she forgot me when I went. She married Manuel and is + happy. Babie, let me go!” + </p> + <p> + “No! you shall stay and feel a little of the pain I feel when I look into + your heart and find I have no place there. It is this which has stood + between us and made all my efforts vain. I see it now and despise you for + the falsehood you have shown me, vowing you loved no one but me until I + married you, then letting me so soon discover that I was only an + encumbrance to your enjoyment of the fortune I possessed. You treat me + like a child, but I suffer like a woman, and you shall share my suffering, + because you might have spared me, and you did not. Gilbert, you shall + stay.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so, but remember I have warned you.” + </p> + <p> + An exultant expression broke through the gloom of her husband's face as he + answered with the grim satisfaction of one who gave restraint to the mind, + and stood ready to follow whatever impulse should sway him next. His wife + trembled inwardly at what she had done, but was too proud to recall her + words and felt a certain bitter pleasure in the excitement of the new + position she had taken, the new interest given to her listless life. + </p> + <p> + Pauline and Manuel found them standing silently together, for a moment had + done the work of years and raised a barrier between them never to be swept + away. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Redmond spoke first, and with an air half resentful, half triumphant: + </p> + <p> + “Pauline, this morose husband of mine says we must leave tomorrow. But in + some things I rule; this is one of them. Therefore we remain and go with + you to the mountains when we are tired of the gay life here. So smile and + submit, Gilbert, else these friends will count your society no favor. + Would you not fancy, from the aspect he thinks proper to assume, that I + had sentenced him to a punishment, not a pleasure?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you have unwittingly, Babie. Marriage is said to cancel the + follies of the past, but not those of the future, I believe; and, as there + are many temptations to an idle man in a place like this, doubtless your + husband is wise enough to own that he dares not stay but finds discretion + the better part of valor.” + </p> + <p> + Nothing could be softer than the tone in which these words were uttered, + nothing sharper than the hidden taunt conveyed, but Gilbert only laughed a + scornful laugh as he fixed his keen eyes full upon her and took her + bouquet with the air of one assuming former rights. + </p> + <p> + “My dear Pauline, discretion is the last virtue I should expect to be + accused of by you; but if valor consists in daring all things, I may lay + claim to it without its 'better part,' for temptation is my delight—the + stronger the better. Have no fears for me, my friend. I gladly accept + Babie's decree and, ignoring the last ten years, intend to begin life + anew, having discovered a sauce piquante which will give the stalest + pleasures a redoubled zest. I am unfortunate tonight, and here is a second + wreck; this I can rebuild happily. Allow me to do so, for I remember you + once praised my skill in floral architecture.” + </p> + <p> + With an air of eager gallantry in strange contrast to the malign + expression of his countenance, Gilbert knelt to regather the flowers which + a careless gesture of his own had scattered from their jeweled holder. His + wife turned to speak to Manuel, and, yielding to the unconquerable anxiety + his reckless manner awoke, Pauline whispered below her breath as she bent + as if to watch the work, “Gilbert, follow your first impulse, and go + tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing shall induce me to.” + </p> + <p> + “I warn you harm will come of it.” “Let it come; I am past fear now.” + </p> + <p> + “Shun me for Babie's sake, if not for your own.” + </p> + <p> + “Too late for that; she is headstrong—let her suffer.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you no power, Gilbert?” + </p> + <p> + “None over her, much over you.” + </p> + <p> + “We will prove that!” + </p> + <p> + “We will!” Rapidly as words could shape them, these questions and answers + fell, and with their utterance the last generous feeling died in Pauline's + breast; for as she received the flowers, now changed from a love token to + a battle gage, she saw the torn glove still crushed in Gilbert's hand, and + silently accepted his challenge to the tournament so often held between + man and woman—a tournament where the keen tongue is the lance, pride + the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the hardest heart the winner of + the prize, which seldom fails to prove a barren honor, ending in remorse. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter III + </h2> + <p> + For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for a + daily drive, a twilight saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to the + ballroom, there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which they both + excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the hotel, and + from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all the charms of + home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of poetry and peace that + pervaded the nest which Love, the worker of miracles, had built himself + even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers in the halls or along the + breezy verandas often paused to listen to the music of instrument or voice + which came floating out from these sequestered rooms. Frequent laughter + and the murmur of conversation proved that ennui was unknown, and a touch + of romance inevitably enhanced the interest wakened by the beautiful young + pair, always together, always happy, never weary of the dolce far niente + of this summer life. + </p> + <p> + In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by blossoming + shrubs and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous shade, Pauline + lay indolently swinging in a gaily fringed hammock as she had been wont to + do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the luxury of motion which now + failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put down the book to which she no + longer listened and, leaning his head upon his hand, sat watching her as + she swayed to and fro with thoughtful eyes intent upon the sea, whose + murmurous voice possessed a charm more powerful than his own. Suddenly he + spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east and + west to find this man, yet when found you shun him and seem content to + make my life a heaven upon earth. I sometimes fancy that you have resolved + to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born, for in moments + like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me, the old purpose is + unchanged, and I marvel why you pause.” + </p> + <p> + Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an + intelligence which deepened his perplexity. “You have not learned to know + me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. This + week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been one of + constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word of mine + has been without effect. At first I secluded myself that Gilbert might + contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one another, + find impotent regret his daily portion. Three days ago accident placed an + unexpected weapon in my hand which I have used in silence, lest in spite + of promises you should rebel and end his trial too soon. Have you no + suspicion of my meaning?” + </p> + <p> + “None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth, believe + you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your spells work + invisibly.” + </p> + <p> + “They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to you. Take + my lorgnette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the green grapes + hang thickest, look up at the little window in the shadowy angle of the + low roof opposite, and tell me what you see.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing but a half-drawn curtain.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I must try the ruse that first convinced me. Do not show yourself, + but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent over the balcony as if to gather the + climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind. Before the + third stem was broken Manuel whispered, “I see the curtain move; now comes + the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright object in it. + Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if you were a lady in + a balcony. What prying rascal is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible! He is a gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “If gentlemen play the traitor and the spy, then he is one. I am not + mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I have + watched covertly, and several trials as successful as the present have + confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his long + absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these rooms with + the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and let you sing + and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned upon your shoulder? + Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony a little stage for the + performance of our version of the honeymoon for one spectator?” + </p> + <p> + Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been fastening the + roses in her bosom as she spoke, and ended with a silvery laugh that made + the silence musical with its heartsome sound. As she paused, Manuel flung + down the lorgnette and was striding past her with ireful impetuosity, but + the white arms took him captive, adding another figure to the picture + framed by the green arch as she whispered decisively, “No farther! There + must be no violence. You promised obedience and I exact it. Do you think + detection to a man so lost to honor would wound as deeply as the sights + which make his daily watch a torment? Or that a blow would be as hard to + bear as the knowledge that his own act has placed you where you are and + made him what he is? Silent contempt is the law now, so let this insult + pass, unclench your hand and turn that defiant face to me, while I console + you for submission with a kiss.” + </p> + <p> + He yielded to the command enforced by the caress but drew her jealously + from sight, and still glanced rebelliously through the leaves, asking with + a frown, “Why show me this if I may not resent it? How long must I bear + with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall mar it in some moment + when hatred of him conquers love of you.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, for it is tune, because though I have taken the first step you + must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action + pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer for + my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile the time. Long ago + you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it then, now I + can believe anything, and you can convince the world of this vice of his + as speedily as you will.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I also told + you that he was suspected of dishonorable play—shall I load the dice + and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares?” + </p> + <p> + Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed at the task assigned + him; womanly wiles seemed more degrading than the masculine method of + retaliation, in which strength replaces subtlety and speedier vengeance + brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast learning to play upon that + mysterious instrument, the human heart, knew when to stimulate and when to + soothe. + </p> + <p> + “Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than your + own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put your life + and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling is forbidden here, he + would not hesitate to break all laws, human or divine, if by so doing he + could separate us. What would you gain by it? If you kill him he is beyond + our reach forever, and a crime remains to be atoned for. If he kill you + your blood will be upon my head, and where should I find consolation for + the loss of the one heart always true and tender?” + </p> + <p> + With the inexplicable prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming ills, + she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before her, but + he only saw the solicitude it was a sweet surprise to find he had + awakened, and in present pleasure forgot past pain. + </p> + <p> + “You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you from, + rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your ways are + not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall be such as + you decree.” + </p> + <p> + “Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances have + molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that shall + leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that which you + refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard room an hour + ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same fascination as himself. + Your skill in games of chance excels his, as you proved at home where + these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect by being openly enjoyed. + Therefore I would have you whet this appetite of his by losing freely at + first—he will take a grim delight in lessening the fortune he covets—then + exert all your skill till he is deeply in your debt. He has nothing but + what is doled out to him by Babie's father, I find; he dare not ask help + there for such a purpose; other resources have failed else he would not + have married; and if the sum be large enough, it lays him under an + obligation which will be a thorn in his flesh, the sharper for your + knowledge of his impotence to draw it out. When this is done, or even + while it is in progress, I would have you add the pain of a new jealousy + to the old. He neglects this young wife of his, and she is eager to + recover the affections she believes she once possessed. Help her, and + teach Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young, comely, + accomplished, and possessed of many graces more attractive than you are + conscious of; your southern birth and breeding gift you with a winning + warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures around you; and + your love for me lends an almost tender deference to your intercourse with + all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and show her husband what he + should be; I have no fear of losing your heart nor need you fear for hers; + she is one of those spaniel-like creatures who love the hand that strikes + them and fawn upon the foot that spurns them.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo Babie, what + will you do, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + “Let Gilbert woo me—have patience till you understand my meaning; he + still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not + undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own in + words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's happiness on + baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude no longer, leaving + me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the same. He shall follow me + undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all ties; shall stake his last + throw and lose it, for when the crowning moment comes I shall show him + that through me he is made bankrupt in love, honor, liberty, and hope, + tell him I am yours entirely and forever, then vanish like an + ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness of despair and defeat. Is not + this a better retribution than the bullet that would give him peace at + once?” + </p> + <p> + Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at the + baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all generous + impulses, withering all gentle charities, and making her the saddest + spectacle this world can show—one human soul rebelling against + Providence, to become the nemesis of another. Involuntarily he recoiled + from her, exclaiming, “Pauline! Are you possessed of a devil?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and sorrow + mental ingenuity can conceive and inflict has been heaped on that man's + head. I thought I should be satisfied with one accusing look, one bitter + word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose cannot be recaptured. + Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I have + come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess will ban, + not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield them as weapons which may win + me success at the price of my salvation. It is not yet too late for you to + shun the spiritual contagion I bear about me. Choose now, and abide by + that choice without a shadow of turning, as I abide by mine. Take me as I + am; help me willingly and unwillingly; and in the end receive the promised + gift—years like the days you have called heaven upon earth. Or + retract the vows you plighted, receive again the heart and name you gave + me, and live unvexed by the stormy nature time alone can tame. Here is the + ring. Shall I restore or keep it, Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of will, + daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by intensity of + emotion, voice half sad, half stern, and outstretched hand on which the + wedding ring no longer shone. She felt her power, yet was wary enough to + assure it by one bold appeal to the strongest element of her husband's + character: passions, not principles, were the allies she desired, and + before the answer came she knew that she had gained them at the cost of + innocence and self-respect. + </p> + <p> + As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own + settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the air + of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the ring, + resolutely accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love, only saying + as he had said before, “Soul and body, I belong to you; do with me as you + will.” + </p> + <p> + A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under the + pretext of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week, that Manuel + might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she set him. He + submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no tidings of his + progress, told her nothing when they met that night, and had left her an + hour before asking her to have patience till he could show his finished + work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear alert to catch the coming + step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes and fears, she sat waiting + with the vigilant immobility of an Indian on the watch. She had not long + to look and listen. Manuel entered hastily, locked the door, closed the + windows, dropped the curtains, then paused in the middle of the room and + broke into a low, triumphant laugh as he eyed his wife with an expression + she had never seen in those dear eyes before. It startled her, and, + scarcely knowing what to desire or dread, she asked eagerly, “You are come + to tell me you have prospered.” + </p> + <p> + “Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and lead + the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do. I am + tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have told all + say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his head in + her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and continued in a + muffled voice. + </p> + <p> + “You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to play, + and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the satisfaction + you foretold, till, obeying your commands, I ceased losing and won sums + which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not idle, and in the effort + to extricate himself, Gilbert plunged deeper into debt; for my desire to + please you seemed to gift me with redoubled skill. Two days ago I refused + to continue the unequal conflict, telling him to give himself no + uneasiness, for I could wait. You were right in thinking it would oppress + him to be under any obligation to me, but wrong in believing he would + endure, and will hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took to free + himself. That night he played falsely, was detected, and though his + opponent generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair stole + out—he is shunned and this resource has failed. I thought he had no + other, but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of relief, + discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my friendship + with his wife was not approved by him and must cease. This proves that I + have obeyed you in all things, though the comforting of Babie was an easy + task, for, both loving you, our bond of sympathy and constant theme has + been Pauline and her perfections.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! No praise—it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy has + made; I may yet learn to be worthy of another man's devotion. What more, + Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has given me + a strange success. At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert. He + was absent, but upon offering information relative to the time of his + return, which proved my intimacy with him, this Seguin entered into + conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and waylay + her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat closely + concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my suspicions were + roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly discharged, I received a + confidence that startled me. In a moment of despair Gilbert had forged the + name of his former friend, whom he believed abroad, had drawn the money + and freed himself from my power, but not for long. The good fortune which + has led him safely through many crooked ways seems to have deserted him in + this strait. For the forgery was badly executed, inspection raised doubts, + and Seguin, just returned, was at his banker's an hour after Gilbert, to + prove the fraud; he came hither at once to accuse him of it and made me + his confidant. What would you have had me do, Pauline? Time was short, and + I could not wait for you.” + </p> + <p> + “How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?” + </p> + <p> + “Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation, punishment, and power in + my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the money, secured the + forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the matter in my hands, + while he departed as quietly as he had come. Babie's presence when we met + tonight prevented my taking you into my counsels. I had prepared this + surprise for you and felt a secret pride in working it out alone. An hour + ago I went to watch for Gilbert. He came, I took him to his rooms, told + him what I had done, added that compassion for his wife had actuated me. I + left him saying the possession of the check was a full equivalent for the + money, which I now declined to receive from such dishonorable hands. Are + you satisfied, Pauline?” + </p> + <p> + With countenance and gestures full of exultation she sprang up to pace the + room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, “Yes, that stroke was + superb! How strangely the plot thickens. Surely the powers of darkness are + working with us and have put this weapon in our hands when that I forged + proved useless. By means of this we have a hold upon him which nothing can + destroy unless he escape by death. Will he, Manuel?” + </p> + <p> + “No; there was more wrath than shame in his demeanor when I accused him. + He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only possessor of this + fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me; for if ever there was + murder in a man's heart it was in his when I showed him that paper and + then replaced it next the little poniard you smile at me for wearing. This + is over. What next, my queen?” + </p> + <p> + There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or aspect, as, + still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head upon his arm and + turned toward her a face already worn and haggard with the feverish + weariness that had usurped the blithe serenity which had been his chiefest + charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as if arrested by the change + that seemed to strike her suddenly, she recalled her thoughts from the + dominant idea of her life and, remembering the youth she was robbing of + its innocent delights, answered the wistful look which betrayed the hunger + of a heart she had never truly fed, as she knelt beside her husband and, + laying her soft cheek to his, whispered in her tenderest accents, “I am + not wholly selfish or ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing + to you, and tomorrow we will go away among the hills and leave behind us + for a time the dark temptation which harms you through me.” + </p> + <p> + “No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if we + pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess only the + shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end this devil's + work without delay. Hark! What is that?” + </p> + <p> + Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then beat + impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill + importunity, “Let me in! Oh, let me in!” + </p> + <p> + Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed, with + streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's arms, crying + incoherently, “Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to him; he said I was + a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been born!” + </p> + <p> + “What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us + comfort and protect you if we can.” + </p> + <p> + But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a + despairing vehemence sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed her; + and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest at Manuel, + who stood before them, as if sure of redress from him. + </p> + <p> + “When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty, and, + though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would be + displeased to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of + the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices woke me. I heard + Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells me; therefore we are + alone here. What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?' That tempted me to + listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and misery you so + generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you, ever love and + honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and forlorn as I?” + </p> + <p> + “I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here with + such an air of fright and fear?” + </p> + <p> + “When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of + something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed from me + so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce temper of his + grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said such cruel + things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come to you, for I + was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that seemed like oil to + fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he struck me! See, if I do + not tell the living truth!” + </p> + <p> + Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve of her + wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set his teeth + and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant exclamation and the + brief question, “Then you left him, Babie?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the right + to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly along the + balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to you. He will + come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to suffer any more?” + </p> + <p> + In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel with a + cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A comprehensive + glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the hardihood wherewith to + confront the three, saying sternly as he beckoned, “Babie, I am waiting + for you.” + </p> + <p> + She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only hope. + A glance from Pauline checked the fiery words trembling on his lips, and + he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that amazed him: + </p> + <p> + “Your wife has chosen us her guardians, and I think you will scarcely + venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these to prove that + you have forfeited your right to her obedience and justify the step she + has taken.” + </p> + <p> + With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held the + forgery before him. For a moment Gilbert stood daunted by these mute + accusations, but just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and + believing that he could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through her + husband, he ignored her presence and, turning to the young man, asked + significantly, “Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and prefer + to abide by the consequences of such an act?” + </p> + <p> + Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling creature + closer, and answered with his haughtiest mien, “I do; spare yourself the + labor of insulting me, for having placed yourself beyond the reach of a + gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from a—” + </p> + <p> + A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious word, as Babie, true woman + through it all, whispered with a broken sob, “Spare him, for I loved him + once.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this generous + forbearance wrung it with a momentary pang of genuine remorse, too swiftly + followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost if through his wife he + could retain a hold upon the pair which now possessed for him the strong + attraction of both love and hate. In that brief pause this thought came, + was accepted and obeyed, for, as if yielding to an uncontrollable impulse + of penitent despair, he stretched his arms to his wife, saying humbly, + imploringly, “Babie, come back to me, and teach me how I may retrieve the + past. I freely confess I bitterly repent my manifold transgressions, and + submit to your decree alone; but in executing justice, oh, remember mercy! + Remember that I was too early left fatherless, motherless, and went astray + for want of some kind heart to guide and cherish me. There is still time. + Be compassionate and save me from myself. Am I not punished enough? Must + death be my only comforter? Babie, when all others cast me off, will you + too forsake me?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still be + happy!” + </p> + <p> + Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the hand that + struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully returned to the arms from which she + had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever received from him + welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet dead, for Gilbert felt + the value this once neglected possession had suddenly acquired, and he + held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle touch and tone, could not + forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators of the scene. + </p> + <p> + Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of + intelligence toward her husband, as she said, “Did I not prophesy truly, + Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us a happier + wife than the one now sobbing on your shoulder. Babie, good night and + farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you pity me + and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at home, and + places like this will seem so desolate when you and Manuel are gone. May + we, can we be with you a little longer?” + </p> + <p> + “If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear much + for your sake, my poor child.” + </p> + <p> + Pauline's eye said, “Dare you go?” and Gilbert's answered, “Yes,” as the + two met with a somber fire in each; but his lips replied, “Anywhere with + you, Babie,” and Manuel took Mrs. Redmond's hand with a graceful warmth + that touched her deeper than his words. + </p> + <p> + “Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's friends + are mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I have + nothing to return but this,” and, like a grateful child, she lifted up her + innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall head to receive the + kiss she offered. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously at the sight, but he never spoke; + and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried his little + wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were banished by + returning love. + </p> + <p> + “Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread. Heaven grant + she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence prove no sham.” Manuel paused + suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable impulse, Pauline laid a hand + on either shoulder and searched his face with an expression which baffled + his comprehension, though he bore it steadily till her eyes fell before + his own, when he asked smilingly: + </p> + <p> + “Is the doubt destroyed, cariña?” + </p> + <p> + “No; it is laid asleep.” + </p> + <p> + Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown + offense, she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear to + find Babie's kiss upon his lips? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter IV + </h2> + <p> + The work of weeks is soon recorded, and when another month was gone these + were the changes it had wrought. The four so strangely bound together by + ties of suffering and sin went on their way, to the world's eye, blessed + with every gracious gift, but below the tranquil surface rolled that + undercurrent whose mysterious tides ebb and flow in human hearts + unfettered by race or rank or time. Gilbert was a good actor, but, though + he curbed his fitful temper, smoothed his mien, and sweetened his manner, + his wife soon felt the vanity of hoping to recover that which never had + been hers. Silently she accepted the fact and, uttering no complaint, + turned to others for the fostering warmth without which she could not + live. Conscious of a hunger like her own, Manuel could offer her sincerest + sympathy, and soon learned to find a troubled pleasure in the knowledge + that she loved him and her husband knew it, for his life of the emotions + was rapidly maturing the boy into the man, as the fierce ardors of his + native skies quicken the growth of wondrous plants that blossom in a + night. Mrs. Redmond, as young in character as in years, felt the + attraction of a nature generous and sweet, and yielded to it as + involuntarily as an unsupported vine yields to the wind that blows it to + the strong arms of a tree, still unconscious that a warmer sentiment than + gratitude made his companionship the sunshine of her life. Pauline saw + this, and sometimes owned within herself that she had evoked spirits which + she could not rule, but her purpose drove her on, and in it she found a + charm more perilously potent than before. Gilbert watched the three with a + smile darker than a frown, yet no reproach warned his wife of the danger + which she did not see; no jealous demonstration roused Manuel to rebel + against the oppression of a presence so distasteful to him; no rash act or + word gave Pauline power to banish him, though the one desire of his soul + became the discovery of the key to the inscrutable expression of her eyes + as they followed the young pair, whose growing friendship left their mates + alone. Slowly her manner softened toward him, pity seemed to bridge across + the gulf that lay between them, and in rare moments time appeared to have + retraced its steps, leaving the tender woman of a year ago. Nourished by + such unexpected hope, the early passion throve and strengthened until it + became the mastering ambition of his life, and, only pausing to make + assurance doubly sure, he waited the advent of the hour when he could “put + his fortune to the touch and win or lose it all.” + </p> + <p> + “Manuel, are you coming?” + </p> + <p> + He was lying on the sward at Mrs. Redmond's feet, and, waking from the + reverie that held him, while his companion sang the love lay he was + teaching her, he looked up to see his wife standing on the green slope + before him. A black lace scarf lay over her blonde hair as Spanish women + wear their veils, below it the violet eyes shone clear, the cheek glowed + with the color fresh winds had blown upon their paleness, the lips parted + with a wistful smile, and a knot of bright-hued leaves upon her bosom made + a mingling of snow and fire in the dress, whose white folds swept the + grass. Against a background of hoary cliffs and somber pines, this figure + stood out like a picture of blooming womanhood, but Manuel saw three + blemishes upon it—Gilbert had sketched her with that shadowy veil + upon her head, Gilbert had swung himself across a precipice to reach the + scarlet nosegay for her breast, Gilbert stood beside her with her hand + upon his arm; and troubled by the fear that often haunted him since + Pauline's manner to himself had grown so shy and sad, Manuel leaned and + looked forgetful of reply, but Mrs. Redmond answered blithely: + </p> + <p> + “He is coming, but with me. You are too grave for us, so go your ways, + talking wisely of heaven and earth, while we come after, enjoying both as + we gather lichens, chase the goats, and meet you at the waterfall. Now + señor, put away guitar and book, for I have learned my lesson; so help me + with this unruly hair of mine and leave the Spanish for today.” + </p> + <p> + They looked a pair of lovers as Manuel held back the long locks blowing in + the wind, while Babie tied her hat, still chanting the burthen of the + tender song she had caught so soon. A voiceless sigh stirred the ruddy + leaves on Pauline's bosom as she turned away, but Gilbert embodied it in + words, “They are happier without us. Let us go.” + </p> + <p> + Neither spoke till they reached the appointed tryst. The others were not + there, and, waiting for them, Pauline sat on a mossy stone, Gilbert leaned + against the granite boulder beside her, and both silently surveyed a scene + that made the heart glow, the eye kindle with delight as it swept down + from that airy height, across valleys dappled with shadow and dark with + untrodden forests, up ranges of majestic mountains, through gap after gap, + each hazier than the last, far out into that sea of blue which rolls + around all the world. Behind them roared the waterfall swollen with autumn + rains and hurrying to pour itself into the rocky basin that lay boiling + below, there to leave its legacy of shattered trees, then to dash itself + into a deeper chasm, soon to be haunted by a tragic legend and go + glittering away through forest, field, and intervale to join the river + rolling slowly to the sea. Won by the beauty and the grandeur of the + scene, Pauline forgot she was not alone, till turning, she suddenly became + aware that while she scanned the face of nature her companion had been + scanning hers. What he saw there she could not tell, but all restraint had + vanished from his manner, all reticence from his speech, for with the old + ardor in his eye, the old impetuosity in his voice, he said, leaning down + as if to read her heart, “This is the moment I have waited for so long. + For now you see what I see, that both have made a bitter blunder, and may + yet repair it. Those children love each other; let them love, youth mates + them, fortune makes them equals, fate brings them together that we may be + free. Accept this freedom as I do, and come out into the world with me to + lead the life you were born to enjoy.” + </p> + <p> + With the first words he uttered Pauline felt that the time had come, and + in the drawing of a breath was ready for it, with every sense alert, every + power under full control, every feature obedient to the art which had + become a second nature. Gilbert had seized her hand, and she did not draw + it back; the sudden advent of the instant which must end her work sent an + unwonted color to her cheek, and she did avert it; the exultation which + flashed into her eyes made it unsafe to meet his own, and they drooped + before him as if in shame or fear, her whole face woke and brightened with + the excitement that stirred her blood. She did not seek to conceal it, but + let him cheat himself with the belief that love touched it with such light + and warmth, as she softly answered in a voice whose accents seemed to + assure his hope. + </p> + <p> + “You ask me to relinquish much. What do you offer in return, Gilbert, that + I may not for a second time find love's labor lost?” + </p> + <p> + It was a wily speech, though sweetly spoken, for it reminded him how much + he had thrown away, how little now remained to give, but her mien inspired + him, and nothing daunted, he replied more ardently than ever: + </p> + <p> + “I can offer you a heart always faithful in truth though not in seeming, + for I never loved that child. I would give years of happy life to undo + that act and be again the man you trusted. I can offer you a name which + shall yet be an honorable one, despite the stain an hour's madness cast + upon it. You once taunted me with cowardice because I dared not face the + world and conquer it. I dare do that now; I long to escape from this + disgraceful servitude, to throw myself into the press, to struggle and + achieve for your dear sake. I can offer you strength, energy, devotion—three + gifts worthy any woman's acceptance who possesses power to direct, reward, + and enjoy them as you do, Pauline. Because with your presence for my + inspiration, I feel that I can retrieve my faultful past, and with time + become God's noblest work—an honest man. Babie never could exert + this influence over me. You can, you will, for now my earthly hope is in + your hands, my soul's salvation in your love.” + </p> + <p> + If that love had not died a sudden death, it would have risen up to answer + him as the one sincere desire of an erring life cried out to her for help, + and this man, as proud as sinful, knelt down before her with a passionate + humility never paid at any other shrine, human or divine. It seemed to + melt and win her, for he saw the color ebb and flow, heard the rapid + beating of her heart, felt the hand tremble in his own, and received no + denial but a lingering doubt, whose removal was a keen satisfaction to + himself. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me, before I answer, are you sure that Manuel loves Babie?” + </p> + <p> + “I am; for every day convinces me that he has outlived the brief delusion, + and longs for liberty, but dares not ask it. Ah! that pricks pride! But it + is so. I have watched with jealous vigilance and let no sign escape me; + because in his infidelity to you lay my chief hope. Has he not grown + melancholy, cold, and silent? Does he not seek Babie and, of late, shun + you? Will he not always yield his place to me without a token of + displeasure or regret? Has he ever uttered reproach, warning, or command + to you, although he knows I was and am your lover? Can you deny these + proofs, or pause to ask if he will refuse to break the tie that binds him + to a woman, whose superiority in all things keeps him a subject where he + would be a king? You do not know the heart of man if you believe he will + not bless you for his freedom.” + </p> + <p> + Like the cloud which just then swept across the valley, blotting out its + sunshine with a gloomy shadow, a troubled look flitted over Pauline's + face. But if the words woke any sleeping fear she cherished, it was + peremptorily banished, for scarcely had the watcher seen it than it was + gone. Her eyes still shone upon the ground, and still she prolonged the + bittersweet delight at seeing this humiliation of both soul and body by + asking the one question whose reply would complete her sad success. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert, do you believe I love you still?” + </p> + <p> + “I know it! Can I not read the signs that proved it to me once? Can I + forget that, though you followed me to pity and despise, you have remained + to pardon and befriend? Am I not sure that no other power could work the + change you have wrought in me? I was learning to be content with slavery, + and slowly sinking into that indolence of will which makes submission + easy. I was learning to forget you, and be resigned to hold the shadow + when the substance was gone, but you came, and with a look undid my work, + with a word destroyed my hard-won peace, with a touch roused the passion + which was not dead but sleeping, and have made this month of growing + certainty to be the sweetest in my life—for I believed all lost, and + you showed me that all was won. Surely that smile is propitious! and I may + hope to hear the happy confirmation of my faith from lips that were formed + to say 'I love!'” + </p> + <p> + She looked up then, and her eyes burned on him, with an expression which + made his heart leap with expectant joy, as over cheek and forehead spread + a glow of womanly emotion too genuine to be feigned, and her voice + thrilled with the fervor of that sentiment which blesses life and outlives + death. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I love; not as of old, with a girl's blind infatuation, but with the + warmth and wisdom of heart, mind, and soul—love made up of honor, + penitence and trust, nourished in secret by the better self which lingers + in the most tried and tempted of us, and now ready to blossom and bear + fruit, if God so wills. I have been once deceived, but faith still + endures, and I believe that I may yet earn this crowning gift of a woman's + life for the man who shall make my happiness as I make his—who shall + find me the prouder for past coldness, the humbler for past pride—whose + life shall pass serenely loving. And that beloved is—my husband.” If + she had lifted her white hand and stabbed him, with that smile upon her + face, it would not have shocked him with a more pale dismay than did those + two words as Pauline shook him off and rose up, beautiful and stern as an + avenging angel. Dumb with an amazement too fathomless for words, he knelt + there motionless and aghast. She did not speak. And, passing his hand + across his eyes as if he felt himself the prey to some delusion, he rose + slowly, asking, half incredulously, half imploringly, “Pauline, this is a + jest?” + </p> + <p> + “To me it is; to you—a bitter earnest.” + </p> + <p> + A dim foreboding of the truth fell on him then, and with it a strange + sense of fear; for in this apparition of human judgment he seemed to + receive a premonition of the divine. With a sudden gesture of something + like entreaty, he cried out, as if his fate lay in her hands, “How will it + end? how will it end?” + </p> + <p> + “As it began—in sorrow, shame and loss.” Then, in words that fell + hot and heavy on the sore heart made desolate, she poured out the dark + history of the wrong and the atonement wrung from him with such pitiless + patience and inexorable will. No hard fact remained unrecorded, no subtle + act unveiled, no hint of her bright future unspared to deepen the gloom of + his. And when the final word of doom died upon the lips that should have + awarded pardon, not punishment, Pauline tore away the last gift he had + given, and dropping it to the rocky path, set her foot upon it, as if it + were the scarlet badge of her subjection to the evil spirit which had + haunted her so long, now cast out and crushed forever. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert had listened with a slowly gathering despair, which deepened to + the blind recklessness that comes to those whose passions are their + masters, when some blow smites but cannot subdue. Pale to his very lips, + with the still white wrath, so much more terrible to witness than the + fiercest ebullition of the ire that flames and feeds like a sudden fire, + he waited till she ended, then used the one retaliation she had left him. + His hand went to his breast, a tattered glove flashed white against the + cliff as he held it up before her, saying, in a voice that rose gradually + till the last words sounded clear above the waterfall's wild song: + </p> + <p> + “It was well and womanly done, Pauline, and I could wish Manuel a happy + life with such a tender, frank, and noble wife; but the future which you + paint so well never shall be his. For, by the Lord that hears me! I swear + I will end this jest of yours in a more bitter earnest than you + prophesied. Look; I have worn this since the night you began the conflict, + which has ended in defeat to me, as it shall to you. I do not war with + women, but you shall have one man's blood upon your soul, for I will goad + that tame boy to rebellion by flinging this in his face and taunting him + with a perfidy blacker than my own. Will that rouse him to forget your + commands and answer like a man?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” + </p> + <p> + The word rang through the air sharp and short as a pistol shot, a slender + brown hand wrenched the glove away, and Manuel came between them. Wild + with fear, Mrs. Redmond clung to him. Pauline sprang before him, and for a + moment the two faced each other, with a year's smoldering jealousy and + hate blazing in fiery eyes, trembling in clenched hands, and surging + through set teeth in defiant speech. + </p> + <p> + “This is the gentleman who gambles his friend to desperation, and skulks + behind a woman, like the coward he is,” sneered Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “Traitor and swindler, you lie!” shouted Manuel, and, flinging his wife + behind him, he sent the glove, with a stinging blow, full in his + opponent's face. + </p> + <p> + Then the wild beast that lurks in every strong man's blood leaped up in + Gilbert Redmond's, as, with a single gesture of his sinewy right arm he + swept Manuel to the verge of the narrow ledge, saw him hang poised there + one awful instant, struggling to save the living weight that weighed him + down, heard a heavy plunge into the black pool below, and felt that thrill + of horrible delight which comes to murderers alone. + </p> + <p> + So swift and sure had been the act it left no time for help. A rush, a + plunge, a pause, and then two figures stood where four had been—a + man and woman staring dumbly at each other, appalled at the dread silence + that made high noon more ghostly than the deepest night. And with that + moment of impotent horror, remorse, and woe, Pauline's long punishment + began. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Pauline's Passion and Punishment, by +Louisa May Alcott + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAULINE'S PASSION AND PUNISHMENT *** + +***** This file should be named 8384-h.htm or 8384-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/8/3/8/8384/ + + +Text file produced by Beginners Projects, Laura Sabel and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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