“There isn’t much more to tell that you do not already know. I soon discovered the building was a church, not a prison. What happened afterward was the result of my extreme perturbation of mind, I suppose. I cannot account for my stupidity and subsequent cowardice in any other way. Neither was it possible for me to explain matters satisfactorily at any time during the whole mix-up, on account of the trust which I carried, and which I could on no account reveal even in confidence, or put in jeopardy in the slightest degree. Naturally at first my commission and how to get safely through it all was the only thing of importance to me. If you keep this in mind perhaps you will be able to judge me less harshly. My only thought when the carriage came to a halt was how to escape from those two pursuers, and that more or less pervaded my mind during what followed so that ordinary matters which at another time would have been at once clear to me, meant nothing at all. You see, the instant that carriage came to a standstill some one threw open the door, and I heard a voice call ‘Where is the best man?’ Then another voice said, ‘Here he is!’ I took it that they thought I was best man, but would soon discover that I wasn’t when I came into the light. There wasn’t any chance to slip away, or I should have done so, and vanished in the dark, but everybody surrounded me, and seemed to think I was all right. The two men who had followed were close behind eyeing me keenly. I’m satisfied that they were to blame for that wild ride we took in Pittsburgh! I soon saw by the remarks that the man I was supposed to be had been away from this country for ten years, and of course then they would not be very critical. I tried twice to explain that there was a mistake, but both times they misunderstood me and thought I was saying I couldn’t go in the procession because I hadn’t practised. I don’t just know how I came to be in such a dreadful mess. It would seem as if it ought to have been a very easy thing to say I had got into the wrong carriage and they must excuse me, that I wasn’t their man, but, you see, they gave me no time to think nor to speak. They just turned me over from one man to another and took everything for granted, and I, finding that I would have to break loose and flee before their eyes if I wished to escape, reflected that there would be no harm in marching down the aisle as best man in a delayed wedding, if that was all there was to do. I could disappear as soon as the ceremony was over, and no one would be the wiser. The real best man would probably turn up and then they might wonder as they pleased for I would be far away and perhaps this was as good a place as any in which to hide for half an hour until my pursuers were baffled and well on their way seeking elsewhere for me. I can see now that I made a grave mistake in allowing even so much deception, but I did not see any harm in it then, and they all seemed in great distress for the ceremony to go forward. Bear in mind also that I was at that time entirely taken up with the importance of hiding my message until I could take it safely to my chief. Nothing else seemed to matter much. If the real best man was late to the wedding and they were willing to use me in his place what harm could come from it? He certainly deserved it for being late and if he came in during the ceremony he would think some one else had been put in his place. They introduced me to your brother—Jefferson. I thought he was the bridegroom, and I thought so until they laid your hand in mine!”
“Oh!” she moaned, and the little hand went to help its mate cover her face.
“I knew it!” he said bitterly. “I knew you would feel just that way as soon as you knew. I don’t blame you. I deserve it! I was a fool, a villain, a dumb brute—whatever you have a mind to call me! You can’t begin to understand how I have suffered for you since this happened, and how I have blamed myself.”
He got up suddenly and strode over to the window, frowning down into the sunlit street, and wondering how it was that everybody seemed to be going on in exactly the same hurry as ever, when for him life had suddenly come to a standstill.
CHAPTER XVI
The room was very still. The girl did not even sob. He turned after a moment and went back to that bowed golden head there in the deep crimson chair.
“Look here,” he said, “I know you can’t ever forgive me. I don’t expect it! I don’t deserve it! But please don’t feel so awfully about it. I’ll explain it all to every one. I’ll make it all right for you. I’ll take every bit of blame on myself, and get plenty of witnesses to prove all about it——”
The girl looked up with sorrow and surprise in her wet eyes.
“Why, I do not blame you,” she said, mournfully. “I cannot see how you were to blame. It was no one’s fault. It was just an unusual happening—a strange set of circumstances. I could not blame you. There is nothing to forgive, and if there were I would gladly forgive it!”
“Then what on earth makes you look so white and feel so distressed?” he asked in a distracted voice, as a man will sometimes look and talk to the woman he loves when she becomes a tearful problem of despair to his obtuse eyes.