The Magician: Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Susie stared without comprehension at the note that announced Margaret's
marriage. It was a _petit bleu_ sent off from the Gare du Nord, and ran
as follows:

When you receive this I shall be on my way to London. I was married to
Oliver Haddo this morning. I love him as I never loved Arthur. I have
acted in this manner because I thought I had gone too far with Arthur to
make an explanation possible. Please tell him.

MARGARET

Susie was filled with dismay. She did not know what to do nor what to
think. There was a knock at the door, and she knew it must be Arthur, for
he was expected at midday. She decided quickly that it was impossible to
break the news to him then and there. It was needful first to find out
all manner of things, and besides, it was incredible. Making up her mind,
she opened the door.

'Oh, I'm so sorry Margaret isn't here,' she said. 'A friend of hers is
ill and sent for her suddenly.'

'What a bore!' answered Arthur. 'Mrs Bloomfield as usual, I suppose?'

'Oh, you know she's been ill?'

'Margaret has spent nearly every afternoon with her for some days.'

Susie did not answer. This was the first she had heard of Mrs
Bloomfield's illness, and it was news that Margaret was in the habit
of visiting her. But her chief object at this moment was to get rid
of Arthur.

'Won't you come back at five o'clock?' she said.

'But, look here, why shouldn't we lunch together, you and I?'

'I'm very sorry, but I'm expecting somebody in.'

'Oh, all right. Then I'll come back at five.'

He nodded and went out. Susie read the brief note once more, and
asked herself if it could possibly be true. The callousness of it was
appalling. She went to Margaret's room and saw that everything was in
its place. It did not look as if the owner had gone on a journey. But
then she noticed that a number of letters had been destroyed. She opened
a drawer and found that Margaret's trinkets were gone. An idea struck
her. Margaret had bought lately a number of clothes, and these she had
insisted should be sent to her dressmaker, saying that it was needless
to cumber their little apartment with them. They could stay there till
she returned to England a few weeks later for her marriage, and it would
be simpler to despatch them all from one place. Susie went out. At the
door it occurred to her to ask the _concierge_ if she knew where Margaret
had gone that morning.

'_Parfaitement, Mademoiselle_,' answered the old woman. 'I heard her tell
the coachman to go to the British Consulate.'

The last doubt was leaving Susie. She went to the dressmaker and there
discovered that by Margaret's order the boxes containing her things had
gone on the previous day to the luggage office of the Gare du Nord.

'I hope you didn't let them go till your bill was paid,' said Susie
lightly, as though in jest.

The dressmaker laughed.

'Mademoiselle paid for everything two or three days ago.'

With indignation, Susie realised that Margaret had not only taken away
the trousseau bought for her marriage with Arthur; but, since she was
herself penniless, had paid for it with the money which he had generously
given her. Susie drove then to Mrs Bloomfield, who at once reproached her
for not coming to see her.

'I'm sorry, but I've been exceedingly busy, and I knew that Margaret was
looking after you.'

'I've not seen Margaret for three weeks,' said the invalid.

'Haven't you? I thought she dropped in quite often.'

Susie spoke as though the matter were of no importance. She asked herself
now where Margaret could have spent those afternoons. By a great effort
she forced herself to speak of casual things with the garrulous old lady
long enough to make her visit seem natural. On leaving her, she went to
the Consulate, and her last doubt was dissipated. Then nothing remained
but to go home and wait for Arthur. Her first impulse had been to see Dr
Porho�t and ask for his advice; but, even if he offered to come back with
her to the studio, his presence would be useless. She must see Arthur by
himself. Her heart was wrung as she thought of the man's agony when he
knew the truth. She had confessed to herself long before that she loved
him passionately, and it seemed intolerable that she of all persons must
bear him this great blow.

She sat in the studio, counting the minutes, and thought with a bitter
smile that his eagerness to see Margaret would make him punctual. She had
eaten nothing since the _petit d�jeuner_ of the morning, and she was
faint with hunger. But she had not the heart to make herself tea. At last
he came. He entered joyfully and looked around.

'Is Margaret not here yet?' he asked, with surprise.

'Won't you sit down?'

He did not notice that her voice was strange, nor that she kept her eyes
averted.

'How lazy you are,' he cried. 'You haven't got the tea.'

'Mr Burdon, I have something to say to you. It will cause you very great
pain.'

He observed now the hoarseness of her tone. He sprang to his feet, and
a thousand fancies flashed across his brain. Something horrible had
happened to Margaret. She was ill. His terror was so great that he could
not speak. He put out his hands as does a blind man. Susie had to make an
effort to go on. But she could not. Her voice was choked, and she began
to cry. Arthur trembled as though he were seized with ague. She gave him
the letter.

'What does it mean?'

He looked at her vacantly. Then she told him all that she had done that
day and the places to which she had been.

'When you thought she was spending every afternoon with Mrs Bloomfield,
she was with that man. She made all the arrangements with the utmost
care. It was quite premeditated.'

Arthur sat down and leaned his head on his hand. He turned his back
to her, so that she should not see his face. They remained in perfect
silence. And it was so terrible that Susie began to cry quietly. She knew
that the man she loved was suffering an agony greater than the agony of
death, and she could not help him. Rage flared up in her heart, and
hatred for Margaret.

'Oh, it's infamous!' she cried suddenly. 'She's lied to you, she's been
odiously deceitful. She must be vile and heartless. She must be rotten to
the very soul.'

He turned round sharply, and his voice was hard.

'I forbid you to say anything against her.'

Susie gave a little gasp. He had never spoken to her before in anger. She
flashed out bitterly.

'Can you love her still, when she's shown herself capable of such vile
treachery? For nearly a month this man must have been making love to her,
and she's listened to all we said of him. She's pretended to hate the
sight of him, I've seen her cut him in the street. She's gone on with all
the preparations for your marriage. She must have lived in a world of
lies, and you never suspected anything because you had an unalterable
belief in her love and truthfulness. She owes everything to you. For four
years she's lived on your charity. She was only able to be here because
you gave her money to carry out a foolish whim, and the very clothes on
her back were paid for by you.'

'I can't help it if she didn't love me,' he cried desperately.

'You know just as well as I do that she pretended to love you. Oh, she's
behaved shamefully. There can be no excuse for her.'

He looked at Susie with haggard, miserable eyes.

'How can you be so cruel? For God's sake don't make it harder.'

There was an indescribable agony in his voice. And as if his own words of
pain overcame the last barrier of his self-control, he broke down. He hid
his face in his hands and sobbed. Susie was horribly conscience-stricken.

'Oh, I'm so sorry,' she said. 'I didn't mean to say such hateful things.
I didn't mean to be unkind. I ought to have remembered how passionately
you love her.'

It was very painful to see the effort he made to regain his self-command.
Susie suffered as much as he did. Her impulse was to throw herself on her
knees, and kiss his hands, and comfort him; but she knew that he was
interested in her only because she was Margaret's friend. At last he
got up and, taking his pipe from his pocket, filled it silently. She was
terrified at the look on his face. The first time she had ever seen him,
Susie wondered at the possibility of self-torture which was in that
rough-hewn countenance; but she had never dreamed that it could express
such unutterable suffering. Its lines were suddenly changed, and it was
terrible to look upon.

'I can't believe it's true,' he muttered. 'I can't believe it.'

There was a knock at the door, and Arthur gave a startled cry.

'Perhaps she's come back.'

He opened it hurriedly, his face suddenly lit up by expectation; but it
was Dr Porho�t.

'How do you do?' said the Frenchman. 'What is happening?'

He looked round and caught the dismay that was on the faces of Arthur and
Susie.

'Where is Miss Margaret? I thought you must be giving a party.'

There was something in his manner that made Susie ask why.

'I received a telegram from Mr Haddo this morning.'

He took it from his pocket and handed it to Susie. She read it and passed
it to Arthur. It said:

Come to the studio at five. High jinks.

Oliver Haddo

'Margaret was married to Mr Haddo this morning,' said Arthur, quietly. 'I
understand they have gone to England.'

Susie quickly told the doctor the few facts they knew. He was as
surprised, as distressed, as they.

'But what is the explanation of it all?' he asked.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders wearily.

'She cared for Haddo more than she cared for me, I suppose. It is
natural enough that she should go away in this fashion rather than offer
explanations. I suppose she wanted to save herself a scene she thought
might be rather painful.'

'When did you see her last?'

'We spent yesterday evening together.'

'And did she not show in any way that she contemplated such a step?'

Arthur shook his head.

'You had no quarrel?'

'We've never quarrelled. She was in the best of spirits. I've never seen
her more gay. She talked the whole time of our house in London, and of
the places we must visit when we were married.'

Another contraction of pain passed over his face as he remembered that
she had been more affectionate than she had ever been before. The fire
of her kisses still burnt upon his lips. He had spent a night of almost
sleepless ecstasy because he had been certain for the first time that the
passion which consumed him burnt in her heart too. Words were dragged out
of him against his will.

'Oh, I'm sure she loved me.'

Meanwhile Susie's eyes were fixed on Haddo's cruel telegram. She seemed
to hear his mocking laughter.

'Margaret loathed Oliver Haddo with a hatred that was almost unnatural.
It was a physical repulsion like that which people sometimes have for
certain animals. What can have happened to change it into so great a love
that it has made her capable of such villainous acts?'

'We mustn't be unfair to him,' said Arthur. 'He put our backs up, and we
were probably unjust. He has done some very remarkable things in his day,
and he's no fool. It's possible that some people wouldn't mind the
eccentricities which irritated us. He's certainly of very good family and
he's rich. In many ways it's an excellent match for Margaret.'

He was trying with all his might to find excuses for her. It would not
make her treachery so intolerable if he could persuade himself that Haddo
had qualities which might explain her infatuation. But as his enemy stood
before his fancy, monstrously obese, vulgar, and overbearing, a shudder
passed through him. The thought of Margaret in that man's arms tortured
him as though his flesh were torn with iron hooks.

'Perhaps it's not true. Perhaps she'll return,' he cried.

'Would you take her back if she came to you?' asked Susie.

'Do you think anything she can do has the power to make me love her less?
There must be reasons of which we know nothing that caused her to do all
she has done. I daresay it was inevitable from the beginning.'

Dr Porho�t got up and walked across the room.

'If a woman had done me such an injury that I wanted to take some
horrible vengeance, I think I could devise nothing more subtly cruel than
to let her be married to Oliver Haddo.'

'Ah, poor thing, poor thing!' said Arthur. 'If I could only suppose she
would be happy! The future terrifies me.'

'I wonder if she knew that Haddo had sent that telegram,' said Susie.

'What can it matter?'

She turned to Arthur gravely.

'Do you remember that day, in this studio, when he kicked Margaret's
dog, and you thrashed him? Well, afterwards, when he thought no one saw
him, I happened to catch sight of his face. I never saw in my life such
malignant hatred. It was the face of a fiend of wickedness. And when
he tried to excuse himself, there was a cruel gleam in his eyes which
terrified me. I warned you; I told you that he had made up his mind to
revenge himself, but you laughed at me. And then he seemed to go out of
our lives and I thought no more about it. I wonder why he sent Dr Porho�t
here today. He must have known that the doctor would hear of his
humiliation, and he may have wished that he should be present at his
triumph. I think that very moment he made up his mind to be even with
you, and he devised this odious scheme.'

'How could he know that it was possible to carry out such a horrible
thing?' said Arthur.

'I wonder if Miss Boyd is right,' murmured the doctor. 'After all, if
you come to think of it, he must have thought that he couldn't hurt
you more. The whole thing is fiendish. He took away from you all your
happiness. He must have known that you wanted nothing in the world more
than to make Margaret your wife, and he has not only prevented that, but
he has married her himself. And he can only have done it by poisoning
her mind, by warping her very character. Her soul must be horribly
besmirched; he must have entirely changed her personality.'

'Ah, I feel that,' cried Arthur. 'If Margaret has broken her word to me,
if she's gone to him so callously, it's because it's not the Margaret I
know. Some devil must have taken possession of her body.'

'You use a figure of speech. I wonder if it can possibly be a reality.'

Arthur and Dr Porho�t looked at Susie with astonishment.

'I can't believe that Margaret could have done such a thing,' she went
on. 'The more I think of it, the more incredible it seems. I've known
Margaret for years, and she was incapable of deceit. She was very
kind-hearted. She was honest and truthful. In the first moment of
horror, I was only indignant, but I don't want to think too badly of
her. There is only one way to excuse her, and that is by supposing she
acted under some strange compulsion.'

Arthur clenched his hands.

'I'm not sure if that doesn't make it more awful than before. If he's
married her, not because he cares, but in order to hurt me, what life
will she lead with him? We know how heartless he is, how vindictive, how
horribly cruel.'

'Dr Porho�t knows more about these things than we do,' said Susie. 'Is it
possible that Haddo can have cast some spell upon her that would make her
unable to resist his will? Is it possible that he can have got such an
influence over her that her whole character was changed?'

'How can I tell?' cried the doctor helplessly. 'I have heard that such
things may happen. I have read of them, but I have no proof. In these
matters all is obscurity. The adepts in magic make strange claims. Arthur
is a man of science, and he knows what the limits of hypnotism are.'

'We know that Haddo had powers that other men have not,' answered Susie.
'Perhaps there was enough truth in his extravagant pretensions to enable
him to do something that we can hardly imagine.'

Arthur passed his hands wearily over his face.

'I'm so broken, so confused, that I cannot think sanely. At this moment
everything seems possible. My faith in all the truths that have supported
me is tottering.'

For a while they remained silent. Arthur's eyes rested on the chair in
which Margaret had so often sat. An unfinished canvas still stood upon
the easel. It was Dr Porho�t who spoke at last.

'But even if there were some truth in Miss Boyd's suppositions, I don't
see how it can help you. You cannot do anything. You have no remedy,
legal or otherwise. Margaret is apparently a free agent, and she has
married this man. It is plain that many people will think she has done
much better in marrying a country gentleman than in marrying a young
surgeon. Her letter is perfectly lucid. There is no trace of compulsion.
To all intents and purposes she has married him of her own free-will, and
there is nothing to show that she desires to be released from him or from
the passion which we may suppose enslaves her.'

What he said was obviously true, and no reply was possible.

'The only thing is to grin and bear it,' said Arthur, rising.

'Where are you going?' said Susie.

'I think I want to get away from Paris. Here everything will remind me of
what I have lost. I must get back to my work.'

He had regained command over himself, and except for the hopeless woe of
his face, which he could not prevent from being visible, he was as calm
as ever. He held out his hand to Susie.

'I can only hope that you'll forget,' she said.

'I don't wish to forget,' he answered, shaking his head. 'It's possible
that you will hear from Margaret. She'll want the things that she has
left here, and I daresay will write to you. I should like you to tell her
that I bear her no ill-will for anything she has done, and I will never
venture to reproach her. I don't know if I shall be able to do anything
for her, but I wish her to know that in any case and always I will do
everything that she wants.'

'If she writes to me, I will see that she is told,' answered Susie
gravely.

'And now goodbye.'

'You can't go to London till tomorrow. Shan't I see you in the morning?'

'I think if you don't mind, I won't come here again. The sight of all
this rather disturbs me.'

Again a contraction of pain passed across his eyes, and Susie saw that he
was using a superhuman effort to preserve the appearance of composure.
She hesitated a moment.

'Shall I never see you again?' she said. 'I should be sorry to lose sight
of you entirely.'

'I should be sorry, too,' he answered. 'I have learned how good and kind
you are, and I shall never forget that you are Margaret's friend. When
you come to London, I hope that you will let me know.'

He went out. Dr Porho�t, his hands behind his back, began to walk up and
down the room. At last he turned to Susie.

'There is one thing that puzzles me,' he said. 'Why did he marry her?'

'You heard what Arthur said,' answered Susie bitterly. 'Whatever
happened, he would have taken her back. The other man knew that he could
only bind her to him securely by going through the ceremonies of
marriage.'

Dr Porho�t shrugged his shoulders, and presently he left her. When Susie
was alone she began to weep broken-heartedly, not for herself, but
because Arthur suffered an agony that was hardly endurable.

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