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CHAPTER VIII A PHILANTHROPIST

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nora went to her bedroom. it was a pleasant room; as it was then it was practically her own creation; it represented her ideal of what her sleeping chamber ought to be. she had even invested it with an air of romance, as girls, when they are at the most romantic period of their lives, sometimes will do. there are girls who regard their bedrooms as if they were parts of themselves. nora was one of them; she regarded her bedroom as if it were part of herself.

as she entered it that afternoon, it seemed to her that there was something strange about it, as if something had come into the atmosphere which was not present when she was in it last. it disturbed her, until she understood that the change was in her; that she had already unconsciously realized that this room, which had meant to her so many things, which she supposed would be hers for ever, might, probably, soon be hers no longer. with that feeling in her mind the room could never again be to her what it had been before; she felt almost as if she were a stranger in it then. seating herself at her writing-table, she took the bible which lay on the little shelf in front, and read in it, trying her hardest to concentrate her attention on its pages; but it was not easy, even the sacred words came to her through a mist. but when she closed the book, and went and knelt beside the bed, pillowing her face on the coverlet, as she had done again and again, times without number; alike in her infrequent moments of sorrow--she knew then what pigmy things those sorrows had been! and in her abounding hours of joy;--it was almost with a sense of terror that it was borne in upon her what great happiness she in truth had known--there came to her, as she continued to kneel, that peace which she so earnestly desired; so that she arose from prayer refreshed, and with that courage in her heart which refreshment brings. placing herself on the armchair which stood by the open window, resting her arms on the sill, looking at the green world, perhaps without seeing how green and beautiful it was, so far as she could, she thought it all out.

and the more she thought the more clearly she apprehended that life for her--life as she hitherto had understood it--was at an end already, before it had scarcely begun, if the things which she had heard were true. she must depart from cloverlea, and all that it stood for, and go out into a world, of which she knew nothing, to earn her own bread; she wondered, with an odd little smile, how she was going to set about it; if the picture was as black as it had just been painted. but was it? in her heart of hearts she doubted. although she had been in such slight communion with her father; although his attitude towards her had been, in many respects, so unfatherlike; she believed that she had understood him, and that they had had much more in common than he had chosen to let it appear;--it would require a great deal to convince her that she was wrong.

she was fortified in her belief by a curious idea which, almost in spite of herself, obsessed her more and more; that she understood him better now that he was dead than she had done when he was living; that she was closer to him now than she had been then; that she saw more clearly into his very heart, and knew what manner of man he really was; and she knew that he was not the kind of man he must have been if the things which she had heard were true. he was incapable of falsehood; in small things, as in large, the soul of honour; he had not lied when he had told her that there would be enough for robert as well as for her. even then she had gathered more from what he said than his actual words; and she had understood that he had meant that she should gather more. she believed that he had wished her to know that in the future she would be a rich woman, and that his brief speech had been intended to convey that meaning; she was persuaded that he would not have meant it if it had not been true.

yet, how was she to reconcile these things with the facts as they appeared at present? what explanation would make them harmonize? she did not know; she admitted to herself that she did not know; still she was convinced that, when everything was known, her father's truth would be established.

while nora thought and thought; in the pretty bedchamber which had been assigned to her as an honoured guest, elaine harding was wrestling with troubles of her own, and her troubles were worse than nora's. in her dressing-case, under a false bottom, were nearly three thousand pounds which did not belong to her; the dressing-case itself had been a gift from nora, who had shown her the false bottom with glee, pointing out what a safe hiding-place it would be for any special treasures she might desire to keep from prying eyes. almost the first use she had made of it had been to conceal the huge sum of which she had robbed the giver.

how she hated herself for what she had done! how gladly she would have restored the money to its place upon the dead man's table! she understood now what it had been doing there; doubtless it was the amount which it was his custom to pay into the bank each quarter, which it had been his intention to deliver on the morrow. god had intervened on the one hand, the devil on the other; she had played the devil's game;--fool! idiot! wretch that she had been! she realized quite clearly that that money would never bring any good to her; that it would lie like some obscene incubus on her whole life; even if she bought a husband with the proceeds of her stealing, how could she expect that such a marriage would be blest? the dressing-case itself had become a sort of monomania; not only did she keep it locked, but she hid it in her trunk and kept that locked; even then she was continually haunted by fears that some one was taking liberties with her property, as she had done with that of others. suppose, by some mischance, the secret of that false bottom was discovered, what would happen then? she did not dare to think. what a fool she had been to tell herbert nash that tale about the legacy. it was not only a gratuitous, it was a foolish lie; she had seen that for herself almost as soon as it was told. he had only to make the most superficial inquiries, the falsehood would be discovered. she felt like biting her tongue out every time she thought of it. her only excuse was that she had done it on the spur of the moment, without thinking; yielding to a temptation which was stronger than her. if only she did not love him! with so strange and violent a love that she had been willing to do what she had done rather than that he should not love her, rather than that she should not win him for her own! if, now, he were to find her out--what she had done--for his sake, what would he think of her then? but he should not find out; she would take care that he did not find out; rather than he should find out she would continue as she had begun, at whatever cost to herself, and to others.

therefore it seemed to her disordered, tortured, twisted brain, that there was only one thing to be done, to make amends, to wipe off some of the blackness from her sin. she had told him that her aunt had left two thousand pounds. well, he should have it. he had already had two hundred; there would be fifteen hundred for a share in mr. dawson's practice; the rest would be required to furnish a house, so that they might be married at once--on that point she was resolved, that there should be no delay about their being married; after what had happened she would be in constant agony till she had become his wife, and, so far, safe. he could not put his wife from him, even if he did find out. she was inclined to make it a condition that he should marry her before she gave him another farthing; in that way she would make sure of him. even then, after the whole of the two thousand had been expended, more than a thousand pounds would still remain. it looked as if a thousand pounds would be a fortune to nora lindsay; a windfall from the skies; manna from heaven, which would at least preserve her from starvation. nora should have the superfluous thousand; she would insist on it. it was true that such a sum would be most useful to a young couple, just married; but what did that matter, in face of nora's pressing need? it was only too probable that they would be occasionally pinched; herbert had explained that his income from a share of mr. dawson's practice would not, at the beginning, be large; there were eventualities for which they ought to be prepared; but such considerations were as nothing when one thought of nora. she must be considered before anything else; she who had been such a faithful, such a generous friend; the whole of that thousand pounds should be hers.

by the time that miss harding had finally decided that this should be so she had nearly worked herself into a consciousness of virtue. when you looked facts in the face, from one point of view, it was generous to give away such a sum as that, especially when you remembered how much she stood in need of it herself; beyond a doubt that was how it would appear to nora. nora would appreciate her beneficence; would realize that this was the result of being kind to her humble friend in the days of her prosperity; the knowledge that the bread which she had cast upon the waters had returned to her after many days ought to make her--well, it ought to make her more contented with the measure which had been meted out to her; elaine felt that it ought.

what miss harding had to do next was to invent some plausible explanation of how the money had come into her hands, and she was aware that that was not easy. so hard, indeed, was it to find that explanation that, in her despair, she nearly decided, after all, to relinquish her philanthropic scheme. but she would not do that--she could not do it; she had said that nora should have the money, and she should. the misfortune was that nora knew so much about her; it would be impossible to produce an aunt for her; nora would refuse to swallow that aunt. being intimately acquainted with the family history, she was pretty well aware that all the members of the harding family would not be able to produce a thousand pounds between them. and then--there were other things. only a short time ago nora had "obliged" her, as elaine phrased it, with the "loan" of a ten-pound note; if miss harding had had a thousand pounds laid by she would hardly have wanted those ten sovereigns.

so elusive did that explanation seem, so persistently did it refuse to come at her bidding, that elaine brushed back her pretty hair with her pretty hands with what she intended to be a frenzied gesture, which was certainly not unbecoming, and at that moment she formed a resolution. she would go to nora there and then, straight off, and approach the subject gently, trusting to the inspiration of the moment to provide her with the lie which would sound like truth, which it was so necessary that she should find to aid her in her beneficent purpose. no one knew better than she did how quickly her wits could come to her assistance at a pinch; with characteristic courage she took it for granted that they would not fail her when she was alone with nora, and heart was speaking unto heart. in so doing she overlooked one factor--the unexpected. experience had taught her that when she was hard pressed her wits could be relied upon, but hitherto she had always found herself in situations for which she was more or less prepared. the immediate future had something in store for her which was wholly unexpected.

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