India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction; Love stories
Stella went swiftly to the verandah-steps to meet him. "Everard! What
is it? Oh, what is it?" she said.
He took her arm, turning her back. "Have you had tea?" he said.
His voice was low, but absolutely steady. Its deadly quietness made her
tremble.
"I haven't finished," she said. "I have been waiting for you."
"You needn't have done that," he said. "I won't have any, Peter," he
turned on the waiting servant, "get me some brandy!"
He sat down, setting her free. But she remained beside him, and after a
moment laid her hand lightly upon his shoulder, without words.
He reached up instantly, caught and held it in a grip that almost made
her wince. "Stella," he said, "it's been a very short honeymoon, but I'm
afraid it's over. I've got to get back at once."
"I am coming with you," she said quickly.
He looked up at her with eyes that burned with a strange intensity but
he did not speak in answer.
An awful dread clutched her. She knelt swiftly down beside him.
"Everard, listen! I don't care what has happened or what is likely to
happen. My place is by your side--and nowhere else. I am coming with
you. Nothing on earth shall prevent me."
Her words were quick and vehement, her whole being pulsated. She
challenged his look with eyes of shining resolution.
His arms were round her in a moment; he held her fast. "My Stella! My
wife!" he said.
She clung closely to him. "By your side, I will face anything. You know
it, darling. I am not afraid."
"I know, I know," he said. "I won't leave you behind. I couldn't now.
But a time will come when we shall have to separate. We've got to face
that."
"Wait till it comes!" she whispered. "It isn't--yet."
He kissed her on the lips. "No, not yet, thank heaven. You want to know
what has happened. I will tell you. Ermsted--you know Ermsted--was shot
in the jungle near Khanmulla this afternoon, about half an hour ago."
"Oh, Everard!" She started back in horror and was struck afresh by the
awful intentness of his eyes.
"Yes," he said. "And if I had been here to receive that message, I could
have prevented it."
"Oh, Everard!" she said again.
He went on doggedly. "I ought to have been here. My agent knew I was in
the place. I ought to have stayed within reach. These warnings might
arrive at any time. I was a damned lunatic, and Ermsted has paid the
price." He stopped, and his look changed. "Poor girl! It's been a shock
to you," he said, "a beastly awakening for us both."
Stella was very pale. "I feel," she said slowly, "as if I were pursued
by a remorseless fate."
"You?" he questioned. "This had nothing to do with you."
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