The Rafael Sabatini Megapack. Rafael Sabatini

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СКАЧАТЬ crimsoned again at the memory of his words; a wave of indignation swept through her gentle soul, but was gone at once, leaving an ineffable sadness in its room. What was to be done? She turned to Diana for counsel. But Diana was still whipping up her scorn.

      “If he goes out to meet Mr. Wilding, he’ll shame himself and every man and woman that bears the name of Westmacott,” said she, and struck a new fear with that into the heart of Ruth.

      “He must not go!” she answered passionately. “He must not meet him!”

      Diana flashed her a sidelong glance. “And if he doesn’t, will things be mended?” she inquired. “Will it save his honour to have Mr. Wilding come and cane him?”

      “He’d not do that?” said Ruth.

      “Not if you asked him—no,” was Diana’s sharp retort, and she caught her breath on the last word of it, for just then the Devil dropped the seed of a suggestion into the fertile soil of her lovesick soul.

      “Diana!” Ruth exclaimed in reproof, turning to confront her cousin. But Diana’s mind started upon its scheming journey was now travelling fast. Out of that devil’s seed there sprang with amazing rapidity a tree-like growth, throwing out branches, putting forth leaves, bearing already—in her fancy—bloom and fruit.

      “Why not?” quoth she after a breathing space, and her voice was gentle, her tone innocent beyond compare. “Why should you not ask him?” Ruth frowned, perplexed and thoughtful, and now Diana turned to her with the lively eye of one into whose mind has leapt a sudden inspiration. “Ruth!” she exclaimed. “Why, indeed, should you not ask him to forgo this duel?”

      “How, how could I?” faltered Ruth.

      “He’d not deny you; you know he’d not.”

      “I do not know it,” answered Ruth. “But if I did, how could I ask it?”

      “Were I Richard’s sister, and had I his life and honour at heart as you have, I’d not ask how. If Richard goes to that encounter he loses both, remember—unless between this and then he undergoes some change. Were I in your place, I’d straight to Wilding.”

      “To him?” mused Ruth, sitting up. “How could I go to him?”

      “Go to him, yes,” Diana insisted. “Go to him at once—while there is yet time.”

      Ruth rose and moved away a step or two towards the water, deep in thought. Diana watched her furtively and slyly, the rapid rise and fall of her maiden breast betraying the agitation that filled her as she waited—like a gamester—for the turn of the card that would show her whether she had won or lost. For she saw clearly how Ruth might be so compromised that there was something more than a chance that Diana would no longer have cause to account her cousin a barrier between herself and Blake.

      “I could not go alone,” said Ruth, and her tone was that of one still battling with a notion that is repugnant.

      “Why, if that is all,” said Diana, “then I’ll go with you.”

      “I can’t! I can’t! Consider the humiliation.”

      “Consider Richard rather,” the fair temptress made answer eagerly. “Be sure that Mr. Wilding will save you all humiliation. He’ll not deny you. At a word from you, I know what answer he will make. He will refuse to push the matter forward—acknowledge himself in the wrong, do whatever you may ask him. He can do it. None will question his courage. It has been proved too often.” She rose and came to Ruth. She set her arm about her waist again, and poured shrewd persuasion over her cousin s indecision. “Tonight you’ll thank me for this thought,” she assured her. “Why do you pause? Are you so selfish as to think more of the little humiliation that may await you than of Richard’s life and honour?”

      “No, no,” Ruth protested feebly.

      “What, then? Is Richard to go out and slay his honour by a show of fear before he is slain, himself, by the man he has insulted?”

      “I’ll go,” said Ruth. Now that the resolve was taken, she was brisk, impatient. “Come, Diana. Let Jerry saddle for us. We’ll ride to Zoyland Chase at once.”

      They went without a word to Richard who was still closeted with Vallancey, and riding forth they crossed the river and took the road that, skirting Sedgemoor, runs south to Weston Zoyland. They rode with little said until they came to the point where the road branches on the left, throwing out an arm across the moor towards Chedzoy, a mile or so short of Zoyland Chase. Here Diana reined in with a sharp gasp of pain. Ruth checked, and cried to know what ailed her.

      “It is the sun, I think,” muttered Diana, her hand to her brow. “I am sick and giddy.” And she slipped a thought heavily to the ground. In an instant Ruth had dismounted and was beside her. Diana was pale, which lent colour to her complaint, for Ruth was not to know that the pallor sprang from her agitation in wondering whether the ruse she attempted would succeed or not.

      A short stone’s-throw from where they had halted stood a cottage back from the road in a little plot of ground, the property of a kindly old woman known to both. There Diana expressed the wish to rest awhile, and thither they took their way, Ruth leading both horses and supporting her faltering cousin. The dame was all solicitude. Diana was led into her parlour, and what could be done was done. Her corsage was loosened, water drawn from the well and brought her to drink and bathe her brow.

      She sat back languidly, her head lolling sideways against one of the wings of the great chair, and languidly assured them she would be better soon if she were but allowed to rest awhile. Ruth drew up a stool to sit beside her, for all that her soul fretted at this delay. What if in consequence she should reach Zoyland Chase too late—to find that Mr. Wilding had gone forth already? But even as she was about to sit, it seemed that the same thought had of a sudden come to Diana. The girl leaned forward, thrusting—as if by an effort—some of her faintness from her.

      “Do not wait for me, Ruth,” she begged.

      “I must, child.”

      “You must not;” the other insisted. “Think what it may mean—Richard’s life, perhaps. No, no, Ruth, dear. Go on; go on to Zoyland. I’ll follow you in a few minutes.”

      “I’ll wait for you,” said Ruth with firmness.

      At that Diana rose, and in rising staggered. “Then we’ll push on at once,” she gasped, as if speech itself were an excruciating effort.

      “But you are in no case to stand!” said Ruth. “Sit, Diana, sit.”

      “Either you go on alone or I go with you, but go at once you must. At any moment Mr. Wilding may go forth, and your chance is lost. I’ll not have Richard’s blood upon my head.”

      Ruth wrung her hands in her dismay, confronted by a parlous choice. Consent to Diana’s accompanying her in this condition she could not; ride on alone to Mr. Wilding’s house was hardly to be thought of, and yet if she delayed she was endangering Richard’s life. By the very strength of her nature she was caught in the mesh of Diana’s scheme. She saw that her hesitation was unworthy. This was no ordinary cause, no ordinary occasion. It was a time for heroic measures. She must ride on, nor could she consent to take Diana.

      And so in the end she went, having seen her cousin settled again СКАЧАТЬ