The Law and The Lady (Thriller Classic). Уилки Коллинз

friends to take my part: I have nobody to come to but you! Do me the greatest of all favors — tell me why your friend Eustace has married me under a false name!”

      “Do me the greatest of all favors;” answered the Major. “Don’t ask me to say a word about it.”

      He looked, in spite of his unsatisfactory reply, as if he really felt for me. I determined to try my utmost powers of persuasion; I resolved not to be beaten at the first repulse.

      “I must ask you,” I said. “Think of my position. How can I live, knowing what I know — and knowing no more? I would rather hear the most horrible thing you can tell me than be condemned (as I am now) to perpetual misgiving and perpetual suspense. I love my husband with all my heart; but I cannot live with him on these terms: the misery of it would drive me mad. I am only a woman, Major. I can only throw myself on your kindness. Don’t — pray, pray don’t keep me in the dark!”

      I could say no more. In the reckless impulse of the moment I snatched up his hand and raised it to my lips. The gallant old gentleman started as if I had given him an electric shock.

      “My dear, dear lady!” he exclaimed, “I can’t tell you how I feel for you! You charm me, you overwhelm me, you touch me to the heart. What can I say? What can I do? I can only imitate your admirable frankness, your fearless candor. You have told me what your position is. Let me tell you, in my turn, how I am placed. Compose yourself — pray compose yourself! I have a smelling-bottle here at the service of the ladies. Permit me to offer it.”

      He brought me the smelling-bottle; he put a little stool under my feet; he entreated me to take time enough to compose myself. “Infernal fool!” I heard him say to himself, as he considerately turned away from me for a few moments. “If I had been her husband, come what might of it, I would have told her the truth!”

      Was he referring to Eustace? And was he going to do what he would have done in my husband’s place? — was he really going to tell me the truth?

      The idea had barely crossed my mind when I was startled by a loud and peremptory knocking at the street door. The Major stopped and listened attentively. In a few moments the door was opened, and the rustling of a woman’s dress was plainly audible in the hall. The Major hurried to the door of the room with the activity of a young man. He was too late. The door was violently opened from the outer side, just as he got to it. The lady of the rustling dress burst into the room.