"It was on the tip of my tongue, finding how I had surprised him, to take him while he was off his guard, and to ask why my question about Armadale had produced such a change in his behavior to me. But after what had happened already, I was afraid to risk returning to the subject too soon. Something or other--what they call an instinct, I dare say--warned me to let Armadale alone for the present, and to talk to him first about himself. As I told you in one of my early letters, I had noticed signs and tokens in his manner and appearance which convinced me, young as he was, that he had done something or suffered something out of the common in his past life. I had asked myself more and more suspiciously every time I saw him whether he was what he appeared to be; and first and foremost among my other doubts was a doubt whether he was passing among us by his real name. Having secrets to keep about my own past life, and having gone myself in other days by more than one assumed name, I suppose I am all the readier to suspect other people when I find something mysterious about them. Any way, having the suspicion in my mind, Idetermined to startle him, as he had startled me, by an unexpected question on my side--a question about his name.
"While I was thinking, he was thinking; and, as it soon appeared, of what I had just said to him. 'I am so grieved to have frightened you,' he whispered, with that gentleness and humility which we all so heartily despise in a man when he speaks to other women, and which we all so dearly like when he speaks to ourselves. 'I hardly know what I have been saying,' he went on;'my mind is miserably disturbed. Pray forgive me, if you can; Iam not myself to-night.'
" 'I am not angry,' I said; 'I have nothing to forgive. We are both imprudent; we are both unhappy.' I laid my head on his shoulder. 'Do you really love me?' I asked him, softly, in a whisper.
"His arm stole round me again; and I felt the quick beat of his heart get quicker and quicker. 'If you only knew!' he whispered back; 'if you only knew--' He could say no more. I felt his face bending toward mine, and dropped my head lower, and stopped him in the very act of kissing me.
" 'No,' I said; 'I am only a woman who has taken your fancy. You are treating me as if I was your promised wife.'
" '_Be_ my promised wife!' he whispered, eagerly, and tried to raise my head. I kept it down. The horror of these old remembrances that you know of came back and made me tremble a little when he asked me to be his wife. I don't think I was actually faint; but something like faintness made me close my eyes. The moment I shut them, the darkness seemed to open as if lightning had split it; and the ghosts of _those other men_ rose in the horrid gap, and looked at me.
" 'Speak to me!' he whispered, tenderly. 'My darling, my angel, speak to me!'
"His voice helped me to recover myself. I had just sense enough left to remember that the time was passing, and that I had not put my question to him yet about his name.
" 'Suppose I felt for you as you feel for me?' I said. 'Suppose Iloved you dearly enough to trust you with the happiness of all my life to come?'
"I paused a moment to get my breath. It was unbearably still and close; the air seemed to have died when the night came.
" 'Would you be marrying me honorably,' I went on, 'if you married me in your present name?'
"His arm dropped from my waist, and I felt him give one great start. After that he sat by me, still, and cold, and silent, as if my question had struck him dumb. I put my arm round his neck, and lifted my head again on his shoulder. Whatever the spell was I had laid on him, my coming closer in that way seemed to break it.
" 'Who told you?' He stopped. 'No,' he went on, 'nobody can have told you. What ma de you suspect--?' He stopped again.
" 'Nobody told me,' I said; 'and I don't know what made me suspect. Women have strange fancies sometimes. Is Midwinter really your name?'
" 'I can't deceive you,' he answered, after another interval of silence; 'Midwinter is _not_ really my name.'
