He kissed me again and again, then tore himself from my arms, and
dashed away without daring even to look at me again; and, tearful and
trembling, I turned to go back to the house. But Laurence’s terrible
excitement had communicated itself to me, and I staggered down the
drive, hardly able to see where I was going; and, when I had got to
the bottom, with only the lawn at the side and the gravel-space in
front between me and the house, I stopped for a moment, and clung to a
birch-tree for support while I dried my eyes before presenting myself
at the front door. I had told Jane to come down and open it for me
when she heard my ring; and I hoped with all my heart that it would be
she, and that that horrid Sarah would not have taken it into her head
to sit up, for I did not want her to see my tear-stained face.
But, just as I was going to leave the shelter of the trees and cross
the gravel-space to the portico, I stopped, for I saw in the gloom a
figure making its way across the lawn towards the back of the house.
It was coming from the path among the trees which led to the stables.
I strained my eyes, but there was a cloud passing before the moon, and
I could only see that it was a man, and that he was carrying what
looked like a small trunk; and it seemed heavy.
Who could it be at this time of night? For it was between eleven and
twelve o’clock. Was it Tom Parkes paying a late visit to Sarah,
knowing the master was away? Or was it the mysterious servant Gordon,
thinking Mr. Rayner was at home? Or was it a burglar? But then a
burglar, I argued to myself, would hardly be likely to carry things to
the house he was going to rob, but rather to take things away; and the
trunk he was carrying seemed to be heavy already. He had disappeared
behind the back of the house by this time, and, as I was curious to
know what would happen next, I waited, trembling, creeping in among
the trees, and in a few minutes had the satisfaction of seeing him
reappear, followed by Sarah. And, the cloud having passed over the
face of the moon, I saw that it was indeed Tom Parkes; and then I
would have given the world to know what he had brought her.
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