“If you mean your care and your kindness,” said I, looking up
gratefully, “why, you can’t give me more than you have given me
already, Mr. Rayner. But there are some experiences which one can
never forget except away from the scenes where they happened. And, oh,
Mr. Rayner,” I went on quickly, “you mustn’t think me ungrateful or
capricious; but I have packed my boxes, and I want to ask you to
release me from my engagement and let me go back to London by this
afternoon’s train! For, if I had to sleep in that room another night,
I should go mad!”
He came and sat by my side.
“My dear child,” he said gravely, “you can’t do that--for our sakes.”
“But I must--I must indeed!” I cried piteously. “You don’t know, you
can’t tell what I suffered when I felt her hand creeping up to my
throat, and thought I was going to be killed--I did indeed! And then I
thought the stuff on the handkerchief was poison. She says it is only
something to make you sleep. Is it true, Mr. Rayner? Here is the
handkerchief.” And I pulled it from my pocket and gave it to him.
“Quite true,” said he; but I saw him frown. “It is chloroform, which
she got out of my medicine-chest; I missed the bottle this morning.
No, that wouldn’t have hurt you, child; I don’t suppose for a moment
she meant to hurt you. But it was a cruel trick, all the same. Do you
know”--and he looked at me searchingly--“what she did it for?”
“Oh, yes, she told me! She wanted to get at a letter--from a--from a
friend, which I wore round my neck.” I felt myself blushing violently,
knowing from what I had overheard Sarah say to him on the previous
night that he knew all about that foolish pendant. “She wanted to read
it, and she couldn’t get it without stupefying me, because I was
holding it. But I have forgiven her, and promised I would ask you to
let her stay. I told her it wouldn’t matter what I said; but she made
me promise.”
“And what made you think what you said wouldn’t matter?” asked he
gently.
“There is no reason why it should,” said I. “But I couldn’t have
promised to ask you to let her stay if I had not been going away
myself. Mr. Rayner, you must let me go.”
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