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Perhaps that might throw some light on her conduct towards him, and so things could be cleared up. But he pinned his whole faith on youth and propinquity to arrange matters before then, and dismissed it from his mind. Meanwhile, the pair in question were speeding along to Wrayth.
And she quivered suddenly and caught in her breath with the horror of this thought. And who was Cyril? Zara had no knowledge of Cyril, any more than of Wrayth! But she did not ask. If Francis Markrute had heard this conversation he would have been very much annoyed with himself, and would have blamed himself for stupidity.
However," he added joyously, "we will forget dark things, because to-morrow I shall take you back to Wrayth, and we shall have our real honeymoon there in perfect peace." And, as her lips met his, Zara whispered softly once more, "Tu sais que je t'aime!" Oh! the glorious joy of that second home-coming for the bridal pair!
"Why did they not tell me?" he said hurriedly, and then recollected himself. How could they? No one, not even his servant, knew where he had been. She dropped back unsteadily on the sofa. "Uncle Francis did telegraph to you, to Wrayth, but you were not there," she said. He bit his lips he was so very moved.
The man had taken him for the doctor, and she had not even been aware of his entrance: he would go back to Wrayth, alone, and there try to think out some plan. So he searched among the covered-up furniture for his writing table, and found some paper, and sat down and wrote two notes, one to his mother.
He longed to take her into his arms once more, but did not like to disturb her she seemed to have fallen into a comfortable position among the pillows so he watched over her tenderly, and presently they came to the lodge gates of Wrayth, and the stoppage caused her to wake and sit up. "It seems I had not slept for so long," she said, "and now I feel better.
Then an old apple-cheeked farmer got up from far down the table and made a long rambling harangue, about having been there, man and boy, and his forbears before him, for a matter of two hundred years; but he'd take his oath they had none of them ever seen such a beautiful bride brought to Wrayth as they were welcoming now; and he drank to her ladyship's health, and hoped it would not be long before they would have another and as great a feast for the rejoicings over the son and heir!
Well, the whole thing was a ghastly farce that must be got through; he would take up politics, and be a wonderful landlord to the people at Wrayth; and somehow, he would get through with it, and no one should ever know, from him, of his awful mistake. He hardly allowed himself to tell her she looked very beautiful as they walked along the great corridor.
"Wrayth mortgaged heavily, I suppose?" said Mr. Markrute, quietly. "Pretty well, and the Northern property, too. When my mother's jointure is paid there is not a great deal left this year, it seems. I don't mind much; I had a pretty fair time before these beastly Radicals made things so difficult."
"Do you think you will like this old England of ours, with its damp and its gloom in the autumn, and its beautiful fresh spring? I want you to and to love your future home." "Everything is very strange to me, but I will try," Zara answered. "Tristram has been making great arrangements to please you at Wrayth," Lady Tancred went on. "But, of course, he has told you all about it."
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