Katie said not a word. She was helpless.
"To-morrow, early," said Lopez, "you must be mine. Rivers shall be then set free."
Without waiting for any further words, Lopez bade her adieu, and retired.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
HOW LOPEZ GOES TO SEE THE PRIEST ABOUT HIS MARRIAGE.
After leaving Katie, Lopez decided to give notice to the priest about the nature of the ceremony that was to be performed, and also to appoint the time for its performance on the following morning.
As he entered the room Talbot saw in his face the sign of some important purpose. At once she divined it. She had already made up her mind as to what that service would be that Lopez expected of her, and what her own action should be. Brooke also, in spite of his plausible arguments, was afraid that she was only too near the truth, and such terrors gathered around the prospect that he could not think of it. But now all suspense was at an end. The truth was about to be made known, and, whatever it was, they would have to face it.
"Senor," said Lopez, addressing himself to Brooke, yet courteously including Talbot in his glance, "I have now come to tell you why I have required thus far the company of your friend the priest, and you may explain to him what I have to say. It is for a very simple and pleasing ceremony--namely, a marriage."
"A marriage!" repeated Brooke, in a low voice.
That word, sometimes so full of joyous meaning and so surrounded with a.s.sociations of mirth and festivity, now rang in Brooke"s ears with a sound as harsh and terrible as that of a death-knell. It was the word which he dreaded more than all others to hear from the lips of Lopez. His heart sank within him, and he knew not what to think, or where to turn for hope. That Talbot would refuse to perform this ceremony he felt convinced, but what would be the consequences of such a refusal under such circ.u.mstances?
"The priest," continued Lopez, who had not noticed any difference in Brooke"s manner, and was not at all aware of the intense agitation which now pervaded all his frame--"the priest will be ready to perform the ceremony at an early hour to-morrow morning."
"To-morrow morning!" repeated Brooke, mechanically.
Worse and worse! This man was hurrying matters so that he did not leave any time for thought, much less for action. To-morrow morning, at an early hour! Oh, terrible haste! Oh, fearful flight of time! "Was there, then, so short a time until this new ordeal, with its new dangers? Brooke shuddered.
A sudden thought now came to him, at which he grasped eagerly. It was utterly useless, and he knew it, but it was all that he had to offer against this man"s resolution.
"Can the priest officiate without the government license?"
"Government license!" repeated Lopez. "Of course. The Church does not ask permission of the State to perform the solemn sacraments. What has the State to do with the acts of a priest of the Church?"
"Oh, I don"t know," said Brooke, dejectedly; "it"s different in other countries."
"Spain," said Lopez, severely--"Spain is a Christian country."
"True--true; I forgot," said Brooke.
"In an infidel country," continued Lopez, "like England or America, the State regulates marriage, of course; but it is different in Spain--very different."
Brooke scarcely heard this. He was groping about mentally in search of an idea. Another one came--a hopeless one, like the last--but he caught at it, since there was nothing else to do.
"This priest," said he, "is an Englishman."
"Well!" said Lopez, with a slight expression of surprise.
"I didn"t know but that it might make some difference," said Brooke, meekly.
"Difference! How?"
"Not--not knowing your language, you know."
"My language!" said Lopez; "what does that matter? He has the language of the Church, and that language every priest uses in the formulas and services of the Church, whether he is a Spaniard, or an Englishman, or an African negro. He celebrates the sacraments in the words laid down by the Church, and the languages of the various nations have nothing to do with these holy rites. I fear, senor, you are raising objections which will seem as strange and unreasonable to your friend, this good priest, as they do to me."
At this Brooke was struck dumb. He had nothing more to say.
"You will tell your friend," said Lopez, "to be ready at an early hour to-morrow morning. I also will do myself the honor, senor, to invite you to give us the pleasure of your company on this occasion."
Brooke bowed, and murmured something about the consciousness which he had of the honor that Lopez had done him; and in the midst of these commonplaces Lopez retired.
After his departure Brooke remained silent for a long time. Talbot feared the worst, and as she had divined already the meaning of this visit, she understood perfectly the feelings of Brooke. So she said not a word, but patiently waited until he chose to speak. At length he told her all.
"I thought so," said Talbot.
"What will you do?" asked Brooke, in a low voice.
"Nothing," said Talbot, simply.
"Nothing?" repeated Brooke. "What can I do?"
"Can you not do what he requests?" asked Brooke, in a trembling voice.
"What! and marry them?"
"Why not?"
"It is impossible!" said Talbot, firmly.
"Oh heavens!" moaned Brooke, in a tone of despair.
"Oh, Brooke, do not talk like that!" said Talbot, entreatingly. "Have I not already said all that can be said?"
"Well," said Brooke, "listen to reason for a moment. Only think what marriage is. It is a union of two loving hearts. In Scotland people marry themselves. Why cannot you do in Spain what you might safely do in Scotland?"
"Yes," said Talbot, "and in Turkey a man may marry a hundred wives. Why may not you do in Spain what you may safely do in Turkey? Oh, Brooke!
Brooke! Are you altogether candid now, and true to your better self? Do not tempt me, Brooke. Do not try to shake me. My mind is clear on this point. I cannot do wrong, not even to please yon, Brooke."
As Talbot said this she looked at Brooke with a glance that penetrated to his soul. Her eyes showed unfathomable tenderness and devotion, yet her face and her voice told of a resolve that was immutable.
Then Brooke tried another tone.
"Confound these Spaniards!" he cried. "Talbot! Talbot! Come, why not marry this couple of cursed fools and have done with it?"
Of these words Talbot took no notice whatever. She was silent for a time and thoughtful. Then she went on to speak: