"Yes, mistress." he said.
"I suppose you thought that when I galloped away to Bath that night it was on purpose to be married?"
"I did at last -- not at first." he answered, somewhat surprised at the abruptness with which this new subject was broached.
"And others thought so, too?"
"Yes."
"And you blamed me for it?"
"Well-a little."
"I thought so. Now, I care a little for your good opinion, and I want to explain something-i have longed to do it ever since I returned, and you looked so gravely at me. For if I were to die -- and I may die soon -- it would be dreadful that you should always think mistakenly of me. Now, listen."
Gabriel ceased his rustling.
"I went to Bath that night in the full intention of breaking off my engagement to Mr. Troy. It was owing to circumstances which occurred after I got there that -- that we were married. Now, do you see the matter in a new light?"
"I do -- somewhat."
"I must, I suppose, say more, now that I have begun. And perhaps it's no harm, for you are certainly under no delusion that I ever loved you, or that I can have any object in speaking, more than that object I have mentioned. Well, I was alone in a strange city, and the horse was lame. And at last I didn't know what to do. I saw, when it was too late, that scandal might seize hold of me for meeting him alone in that way. But I was coming away, when he suddenly said he had that day seen a woman more beautiful than I, and that his constancy could not be counted on unless I at once became his.... And I was grieved and troubled -- --" She cleared her voice, and waited a moment, as if to gather breath. "And then, between jealousy and distraction, I married him!" she whispered with desperate impetuosity.
Gabriel made no reply.
"He was not to blame, for it was perfectly true about -- about his seeing somebody else." she quickly added.
"And now I don't wish for a single remark from you upon the subject -- indeed, I forbid it. I only wanted you to know that misunderstood bit of my history before a time comes when you could never know it. -- You want some more sheaves?"
She went down the ladder, and the work proceeded.
Gabriel soon perceived a languor in the movements of his mistress up and down, and he said to her, gently as a mother -"I think you had better go indoors now, you are tired. I can finish the rest alone. If the wind does not change the rain is likely to keep off."