But Paula would not be told at any time. A dreadful sorrow sat in her face; she insisted upon learning everything about the matter there and then, and there was no withstanding her.
When it was all explained she said in a low tone: 'It is that pernicious, evil man Dare--yet why is it he?--what can he have meant by it! Justice before generosity, even on one's wedding-day. Before I become any man's wife this morning I'll see that wretch in jail! The affair must be sifted.... O, it was a wicked thing to serve anybody so!--I'll send for Cunningham Haze this moment--the culprit is even now on the premises, I believe--acting as clerk of the works!' The usually well-balanced Paula was excited, and scarcely knowing what she did went to the bell-pull.
'Don't act hastily, Paula,' said her aunt. 'Had you not better consult Sir William? He will act for you in this.'
'Yes--He is coming round in a few minutes,' said Charlotte, jumping at this happy thought of Mrs. Goodman's. 'He's going to run across to see how you are getting on. He will be here by ten.'
'Yes--he promised last night.'
She had scarcely done speaking when the prancing of a horse was heard in the ward below, and in a few minutes a servant announced Sir William De Stancy.
De Stancy entered saying, 'I have ridden across for ten minutes, as I said I would do, to know if everything is easy and straightforward for you. There will be time enough for me to get back and prepare if I start shortly. Well?'
'I am ruffled,' said Paula, allowing him to take her hand.
'What is it?' said her betrothed.
As Paula did not immediately answer Mrs. Goodman beckoned to Charlotte, and they left the room together.
'A man has to be given in charge, or a boy, or a demon,' she replied. 'I was going to do it, but you can do it better than I. He will run away if we don't mind.'
'But, my dear Paula, who is it?--what has he done?'
'It is Dare--that young man you see out there against the sky.' She looked from the window sideways towards the new wing, on the roof of which Dare was walking prominently about, after having assisted two of the workmen in putting a red streamer on the tallest scaffold-pole. 'You must send instantly for Mr. Cunningham Haze!'
'My dearest Paula,' repeated De Stancy faintly, his complexion changing to that of a man who had died.