'I know it has,' was all the reply.
'My professional duty,' said Lightwood hesitating, with another glance towards Bella, 'is greatly at variance with my personal inclination; but I doubt, Mr Handford, or Mr Rokesmith, whether Iam justified in taking leave of you here, with your whole course unexplained.'
Bella caught her husband by the hand.
'Don't be alarmed, my darling. Mr Lightwood will find that he is quite justified in taking leave of me here. At all events,' added Rokesmith, 'he will find that I mean to take leave of him here.'
'I think, sir,' said Lightwood, 'you can scarcely deny that when Icame to your house on the occasion to which you have referred, you avoided me of a set purpose.'
'Mr Lightwood, I assure you I have no disposition to deny it, or intention to deny it. I should have continued to avoid you, in pursuance of the same set purpose, for a short time longer, if we had not met now. I am going straight home, and shall remain at home to-morrow until noon. Hereafter, I hope we may be better acquainted. Good-day.'
Lightwood stood irresolute, but Bella's husband passed him in the steadiest manner, with Bella on his arm; and they went home without encountering any further remonstrance or molestation from any one.
When they had dined and were alone, John Rokesmith said to his wife, who had preserved her cheerfulness: 'And you don't ask me, my dear, why I bore that name?'
'No, John love. I should dearly like to know, of course;' (which her anxious face confirmed;) 'but I wait until you can tell me of your own free will. You asked me if I could have perfect faith in you, and I said yes, and I meant it.'
It did not escape Bella's notice that he began to look triumphant.
She wanted no strengthening in her firmness; but if she had had need of any, she would have derived it from his kindling face.
'You cannot have been prepared, my dearest, for such a discovery as that this mysterious Mr Handford was identical with your husband?'
'No, John dear, of course not. But you told me to prepare to be tried, and I prepared myself.'
He drew her to nestle closer to him, and told her it would soon be over, and the truth would soon appear. 'And now,' he went on, 'lay stress, my dear, on these words that I am going to add. I stand in no kind of peril, and I can by possibility be hurt at no one's hand.'
'You are quite, quite sure of that, John dear?'
'Not a hair of my head! Moreover, I have done no wrong, and have injured no man. Shall I swear it?'
'No, John!' cried Bella, laying her hand upon his lips, with a proud look. 'Never to me!'
'But circumstances,' he went on '--I can, and I will, disperse them in a moment--have surrounded me with one of the strangest suspicions ever known. You heard Mr Lightwood speak of a dark transaction?'
'Yes, John.'
'You are prepared to hear explicitly what he meant?'
'Yes, John.'
'My life, he meant the murder of John Harmon, your allotted husband.'
With a fast palpitating heart, Bella grasped him by the arm. 'You cannot be suspected, John?'
'Dear love, I can be--for I am!'
There was silence between them, as she sat looking in his face, with the colour quite gone from her own face and lips. 'How dare they!' she cried at length, in a burst of generous indignation. 'My beloved husband, how dare they!'
He caught her in his arms as she opened hers, and held her to his heart. 'Even knowing this, you can trust me, Bella?'
'I can trust you, John dear, with all my soul. If I could not trust you, I should fall dead at your feet.'
The kindling triumph in his face was bright indeed, as he looked up and rapturously exclaimed, what had he done to deserve the blessing of this dear confiding creature's heart! Again she put her hand upon his lips, saying, 'Hush!' and then told him, in her own little natural pathetic way, that if all the world were against him, she would be for him; that if all the world repudiated him, she would believe him; that if he were infamous in other eyes, he would be honoured in hers; and that, under the worst unmerited suspicion, she could devote her life to consoling him, and imparting her own faith in him to their little child.
A twilight calm of happiness then succeeding to their radiant noon, they remained at peace, until a strange voice in the room startled them both. The room being by that time dark, the voice said, 'Don't let the lady be alarmed by my striking a light,' and immediately a match rattled, and glimmered in a hand. The hand and the match and the voice were then seen by John Rokesmith to belong to Mr Inspector, once meditatively active in this chronicle.
'I take the liberty,' said Mr Inspector, in a business-like manner, 'to bring myself to the recollection of Mr Julius Handford, who gave me his name and address down at our place a considerable time ago. Would the lady object to my lighting the pair of candles on the chimneypiece, to throw a further light upon the subject? No?
Thank you, ma'am. Now, we look cheerful.'
Mr Inspector, in a dark-blue buttoned-up frock coat and pantaloons, presented a serviceable, half-pay, Royal Arms kind of appearance, as he applied his pocket handkerchief to his nose and bowed to the lady.
'You favoured me, Mr Handford,' said Mr Inspector, 'by writing down your name and address, and I produce the piece of paper on which you wrote it. Comparing the same with the writing on the fly-leaf of this book on the table--and a sweet pretty volume it is--Ifind the writing of the entry, 'Mrs John Rokesmith. From her husband on her birthday"--and very gratifying to the feelings such memorials are--to correspond exactly. Can I have a word with you?'
'Certainly. Here, if you please,' was the reply.
