England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
"You paid my debts? For what reason, may I ask?"
"Because I love you!"
"How did you know that I owed money?" inquired the minister, ignoring
the confession, which, in truth, confused him beyond measure.
Miss Arnott smiled. "Your indebtedness is everybody's secret," she
replied quietly. "Your servant found some accounts which you
carelessly left lying about, and, as servants will, she talked about
them freely. I could not but hear something of this gossip. In fact, I
heard you were in difficulties. I wondered how best I could help you.
I decided that the first thing to do was to obtain a list of your
liabilities--without your knowledge, of course."
"Why so? Had you spoken openly to me----"
"You would not have accepted my help. Oh! believe me, I know your
proud nature. Not even your devotional life has had any effect upon
that. At least you would have wanted to know my reason for wishing to
help you, and that I could not have given you at that time, for you
stood well with the world then. I can tell it to you now--in one word.
Love! My love for you!"
"The love of one Christian for another, I hope."
"No! it is not." Miss Arnott struck her breast theatrically. Her whole
attitude now was reminiscent of her early profession. "It is the love
of a woman for a man--the passion which, once in her lifetime, is born
in the breast of every mortal woman--ay, and of every man. It is no
artificial creation of Christianity."
"You speak wickedly," said the minister, agitated and shocked.
"I speak humanly--as a woman whose life's happiness is at stake. Do
not misunderstand me, Mr. Johnson. I joined your denomination knowing
full well that it was for the salvation of my immortal soul. I was
called to grace, and I left my life of amusement and worldly vanities.
But the old leaven is here--here," and she struck her breast again.
"For ten years have I laboured to erase the evil of my past life. But
I have laboured in vain. When I saw you, I--I loved you. Even my faith
seemed as nothing then, beside the hope of becoming your wife: your
wife--your wife; let me say it. You came between me and my Creator,
try as I would to banish you from my thoughts. In vain, in vain; all
in vain were my prayers. Nature was, nature is, too strong for me. I
love you. I love you--let all else go!"
"Miss Arnott, I really cannot listen to this," said Johnson. Her
absolute abandonment scandalized and pained him. He rose to go.
"Sit down!" she said, imperiously. "We must understand each other.
First, then, let us discuss your position, and see how best you can
escape the danger which threatens you. I may be able to help you."
"I don't think so." Johnson shook his head despondently. Nevertheless,
he resumed his seat.
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