"I should think not," said the colonel; and he spoke in a tone of such dejection, that it went to his wife"s heart more than any reproach of Kitty"s could have done. "You"re all right, and n.o.body blames you, f.a.n.n.y; but if _you_ think it"s well for such a girl as Kitty to find out that a man who has had the best that the world can give, and has really some fine qualities of his own, can be such a poor devil, after all, then _I_ don"t. She may be the wiser for it, but you know she won"t be the happier."
"O _don"t_, d.i.c.k, don"t speak seriously! It"s so dreadful from _you_. If you feel so about it, why don"t you do something."
"O yes, there"s a fine opening. We know, because we know ever so much more, how the case really is; but the way it seems to stand is, that Kitty couldn"t bear to have him show civility to his friends, and ran away, and then wouldn"t give him a chance to explain. Besides, what could I do under any circ.u.mstances?"
"Well, d.i.c.k, of course you"re right, and I wish I could see things as clearly as you do. But I really believe Kitty"s glad to be out of it."
"What?" thundered the colonel.
"I think Kitty"s secretly relieved to have it all over. But you needn"t _stun_ me."
"You _do_?" The colonel paused as if to gain force enough for a reply.
But after waiting, nothing whatever came to him, and he wound up his watch.
"To be sure," added Mrs. Ellison thoughtfully, after a pause, "she"s giving up a great deal; and she"ll probably never have such another chance as long as she lives."
"I hope she won"t," said the colonel.
"O, you needn"t pretend that a high position and the social advantages he could have given her are to be despised."
"No, you heartless worldling; and neither are peace of mind, and self-respect, and whole feelings, and your little joke."
"O, you--you sickly sentimentalist!"
"That"s what they used to call us in the good old abolition days,"
laughed the colonel; and the two being quite alone, they made their peace with a kiss, and were as happy for the moment as if they had thereby a.s.suaged Kitty"s grief and mortification.
"Besides, f.a.n.n.y," continued the colonel, "though I"m not much on religion, I believe these things are ordered."
"Don"t be blasphemous, Colonel Ellison!" cried his wife, who represented the church if not religion in her family. "As if Providence had anything to do with love-affairs!"
"Well, I won"t; but I will say that if Kitty turned her back on Mr.
Arbuton and the social advantages he could offer her, it"s a sign she wasn"t fit for them. And, poor thing, if she doesn"t know how much she"s lost, why she has the less to grieve over. If she thinks she couldn"t be happy with a husband who would keep her snubbed and frightened after he lifted her from her lowly sphere, and would tremble whenever she met any of his own sort, of course it may be a sad mistake, but it can"t be helped. She must go back to Eriecreek, and try to worry along without him. Perhaps she"ll work out her destiny some other way."
XIV.
AFTERWARDS.
Mrs. Ellison had Kitty"s whole story, and so has the reader, but for a little thing that happened next day, and which is perhaps scarcely worthy of being set down.
Mr. Arbuton"s valise was sent for at night from the Hotel St. Louis, and they did not see him again. When Kitty woke next morning, a fine cold rain was falling upon the drooping hollyhocks in the Ursulines" Garden, which seemed stricken through every leaf and flower with sudden autumn.
All the forenoon the garden-paths remained empty, but under the porch by the poplars sat the slender nun and the stout nun side by side, and held each other"s hands. They did not move, they did not appear to speak.
The fine cold rain was still falling as Kitty and f.a.n.n.y drove down Mountain Street toward the Railway Station, whither d.i.c.k and the baggage had preceded them, for they were going away from Quebec. Midway, their carriage was stopped by a ma.s.s of ascending vehicles, and their driver drew rein till the press was over. At the same time Kitty saw advancing up the sidewalk a figure grotesquely resembling Mr. Arbuton. It was he, but shorter, and smaller, and meaner. Then it was not he, but only a light overcoat like his covering a very common little man about whom it hung loosely,--a burlesque of Mr. Arbuton"s self-respectful overcoat, or the garment itself in a state of miserable yet comical collapse.
"What is that ridiculous little wretch staring at you for, Kitty?" asked f.a.n.n.y.
"I don"t know," answered Kitty, absently.
The man was now smiling and gesturing violently. Kitty remembered having seen him before, and then recognized the cooper who had released Mr.
Arbuton from the dog in the Sault au Matelot, and to whom he had given his lacerated overcoat.
The little creature awkwardly unb.u.t.toned the garment, and took from the breast-pocket a few letters, which he handed to Kitty, talking eagerly in French all the time.
"What _is_ he doing, Kitty?"
"What is he saying, f.a.n.n.y?"
"Something about a ferocious dog that was going to spring upon you, and the young gentleman being brave as a lion and rushing forward, and saving your life." Mrs. Ellison was not a woman to let her translation lack color, even though the original wanted it.
"Make him tell it again."
When the man had done so, "Yes," sighed Kitty, "it all happened that day of the Montgomery expedition; but I never knew, before, of what he had done for me. f.a.n.n.y," she cried, with a great sob, "may be I"m the one who has been cruel? But what happened yesterday makes his having saved my life seem such a very little matter."
"Nothing at all!" answered f.a.n.n.y, "less than nothing!" But her heart failed her.
The little cooper had bowed himself away, and was climbing the hill, Mr.
Arbuton"s coat-skirts striking his heels as he walked.
"What letters are those?" asked f.a.n.n.y.
"O, old letters to Mr. Arbuton, which he found in the pocket. I suppose he thought I would give them to him."
"But how are you going to do it?"
"I ought to send them to him," answered Kitty. Then, after a silence that lasted till they reached the boat, she handed the letters to f.a.n.n.y.
"d.i.c.k may send them," she said.
THE END.