第63章 CHAPTER XIV.(1)

"Where now?"said the canon,as they approached the London Bridge station.

"To the Great Western,"said she;"Hellingford is on that line,Isee.But,please,now we must part.""Then I may not go with you to Hellingford?At any rate,you will allow me to go with you to the railway station,and do my last office as courier in getting you your ticket and placing you in the carriage."So they went together to the station,and learnt that no train was leaving for Hellingford for two hours.There was nothing for it but to go to the hotel close by,and pass away the time as best they could.

Ellinor called for her maid's accounts,and dismissed her.Some refreshment that the canon had ordered was eaten,and the table cleared.He began walking up and down the room,his arms folded,his eyes cast down.Every now and then he looked at the clock on the mantelpiece.When that showed that it only wanted a quarter of an hour to the time appointed for the train to start,he came up to Ellinor,who sat leaning her head upon her hand,her hand resting on the table.

"Miss Wilkins,"he began--and there was something peculiar in his tone which startled Ellinor--"I am sure you will not scruple to apply to me if in any possible way I can help you in this sad trouble of yours?""No indeed I won't!"said Ellinor,gratefully,and putting out her hand as a token.He took it,and held it;she went on,a little more hastily than before:"You know you were so good as to say you would go at once and see Miss Monro,and tell her all you know,and that Iwill write to her as soon as I can.""May I not ask for one line?"he continued,still holding her hand.

"Certainly:so kind a friend as you shall hear all I can tell;that is,all I am at liberty to tell.""A friend!Yes,I am a friend;and I will not urge any other claim just now.Perhaps--"Ellinor could not affect to misunderstand him.His manner implied even more than his words.

"No!"she said,eagerly."We are friends.That is it.I think we shall always be friends,though I will tell you now--something--this much--it is a sad secret.God help me!I am as guilty as poor Dixon,if,indeed,he is guilty--but he is innocent--indeed he is!""If he is no more guilty than you,I am sure he is!Let me be more than your friend,Ellinor--let me know all,and help you all that Ican,with the right of an affianced husband.""No,no!"said she,frightened both at what she had revealed,and his eager,warm,imploring manner."That can never be.You do not know the disgrace that may be hanging over me.""If that is all,"said he,"I take my risk--if that is all--if you only fear that I may shrink from sharing any peril you may be exposed to.""It is not peril--it is shame and obloquy--"she murmured.

"Well!shame and obloquy.Perhaps,if I knew all I could shield you from it.""Don't,pray,speak any more about it now;if you do,I must say 'No.'"She did not perceive the implied encouragement in these words;but he did,and they sufficed to make him patient.

The time was up,and he could only render her his last services as "courier,"and none other but the necessary words at starting passed between them.

But he went away from the station with a cheerful heart;while she,sitting alone and quiet,and at last approaching near to the place where so much was to be decided,felt sadder and sadder,heavier and heavier.

All the intelligence she had gained since she had seen the Galignani in Paris,had been from the waiter at the Great Western Hotel,who,after returning from a vain search for an unoccupied Times,had volunteered the information that there was an unusual demand for the paper because of Hellingford Assizes,and the trial there for murder that was going on.

There was no electric telegraph in those days;at every station Ellinor put her head out,and enquired if the murder trial at Hellingford was ended.Some porters told her one thing,some another,in their hurry;she felt that she could not rely on them.

"Drive to Mr.Johnson's in the High street--quick,quick.I will give you half-a-crown if you will go quick."For,indeed,her endurance,her patience,was strained almost to snapping;yet at Hellingford station,where doubtless they could have told her the truth,she dared not ask the question.It was past eight o'clock at night.In many houses in the little country town there were unusual lights and sounds.The inhabitants were showing their hospitality to such of the strangers brought by the assizes,as were lingering there now that the business which had drawn them was over.The Judges had left the town that afternoon,to wind up the circuit by the short list of a neighbouring county town.