’There is my past and my present wasted life.  There is the desolation of my heart and my soul.  There is my peace; there is my despair.  Stamp them into the dust; so that you take me, were it even mortally hating me!’

The frightful vehemence of the man, now reaching its full height, so additionally terrifies her as to break the spell that has held her to the spot.  She swiftly moves towards the porch; but in an instant he is at her side, and speaking in her ear.

’Rosa, I am self-repressed again.  I am walking calmly beside you to the house.  I shall wait for some encouragement and hope.  I shall not strike too soon.  Give me a sign that you attend to me.’

She slightly and constrainedly moves her hand.

’Not a word of this to any one, or it will bring down the blow, as certainly as night follows day.  Another sign that you attend to me.’

She moves her hand once more.

’I love you, love you, love you!  If you were to cast me off now—­ but you will not—­you would never be rid of me.  No one should come between us.  I would pursue you to the death.’

The handmaid coming out to open the gate for him, he quietly pulls off his hat as a parting salute, and goes away with no greater show of agitation than is visible in the effigy of Mr. Sapsea’s father opposite.  Rosa faints in going up-stairs, and is carefully carried to her room and laid down on her bed.  A thunderstorm is coming on, the maids say, and the hot and stifling air has overset the pretty dear:  no wonder; they have felt their own knees all of a tremble all day long.

CHAPTER XX—­A FLIGHT

Rosa no sooner came to herself than the whole of the late interview was before her.  It even seemed as if it had pursued her into her insensibility, and she had not had a moment’s unconsciousness of it.  What to do, she was at a frightened loss to know:  the only one clear thought in her mind was, that she must fly from this terrible man.

But where could she take refuge, and how could she go?  She had never breathed her dread of him to any one but Helena.  If she went to Helena, and told her what had passed, that very act might bring down the irreparable mischief that he threatened he had the power, and that she knew he had the will, to do.  The more fearful he appeared to her excited memory and imagination, the more alarming her responsibility appeared; seeing that a slight mistake on her part, either in action or delay, might let his malevolence loose on Helena’s brother.