"M--M--Martin!" gasped Miss Belinda. "What--oh, what does this mean?"
Martin Ba.s.sett led her to a seat, and smiled more triumphantly still.
"Never mind, Belinda," he said. "Don"t be frightened. It"s Jack Belasys, and he"s the finest fellow in the West. And she hasn"t seen him for two years."
"Martin," Miss Belinda fluttered, "it is not proper--it really isn"t."
"Yes, it is," answered Mr. Ba.s.sett; "for he"s going to marry her before we go abroad."
It was an eventful day for all parties concerned. At its close Lady Theobald found herself in an utterly bewildered and thunderstruck condition. And to Mr. Dugald Binnie, more than to any one else, her demoralization was due. That gentleman got into the carriage, in rather a better humor than usual.
"Same man I used to know," he remarked. "Glad to see him. I knew him as soon as I set eyes on him."
"Do you allude to Mr. Burmistone?"
"Yes. Had a long talk with him. He"s coming to see you to-morrow. Told him he might come, myself. Appears he"s taken a fancy to Lucia. Wants to talk it over. Suits me exactly, and suppose it suits her. Looks as if it does. Glad she hasn"t taken a fancy to some haw-haw fellow, like that fool Barold. Girls generally do. Burmistone"s worth ten of him."
Lucia, who had been looking steadily out of the carriage-window, turned, with an amazed expression. Lady Theobald had received a shock which made all her manacles rattle. She could scarcely support herself under it.
"Do I"--she said. "Am I to understand that Mr. Francis Barold does not meet with your approval?" Mr. Binnie struck his stick sharply upon the floor of the carriage.
"Yes, by George!" he said. "I"ll have nothing to do with chaps like that.
If she"d taken up with him, she"d never have heard from _me_ again. Make sure of that."
When they reached Oldclough, her ladyship followed Lucia to her room. She stood before her, arranging the manacles on her wrists nervously.
"I begin to understand now," she said. "I find I was mistaken in my impressions of Mr. Dugald Binnie"s tastes--and in my impressions of _you_. You are to marry Mr. Burmistone. My rule is over. Permit me to congratulate you."
The tears rose to Lucia"s eyes.
"Grandmamma," she said, her voice soft and broken, "I think I should have been more frank, if--if you had been kinder sometimes."
"I have done my duty by you," said my lady.
Lucia looked at her pathetically.
"I have been ashamed to keep things from you," she hesitated. "And I have often told myself that--that it was sly to do it--but I could not help it."
"I trust," said my lady, "that you will be more candid with Mr.
Burmistone."
Lucia blushed guiltily.
"I--think I shall, grandmamma," she said.
It was the Rev. Alfred Poppleton who a.s.sisted the rector of St. James to marry Jack Belasys and Octavia Ba.s.sett; and it was observed that he was almost as pale as his surplice.
s...o...b..idge had never seen such a wedding, or such a bride as Octavia. It was even admitted that Jack Belasys was a singularly handsome fellow, and had a dashing, adventurous air, which carried all before it. There was a rumor that he owned silver-mines himself, and had even done something in diamonds, in Brazil, where he had spent the last two years. At all events, it was ascertained beyond doubt, that, being at last a married woman, and ent.i.tled to splendors of the kind, Octavia would not lack them. Her present to Lucia, who was one of her bridesmaids, dazzled all beholders. When she was borne away by the train, with her father and husband, and Miss Belinda, whose bonnet-strings were bedewed with tears, the Rev. Alfred Poppleton was the last man who shook hands with her. He held in his hand a large bouquet, which Octavia herself had given him out of her abundance. "s...o...b..idge will miss you, Miss--Mrs. Belasys," he faltered. "I--I shall miss you. Perhaps we--may even meet again. I have thought that, perhaps, I should like to go to America."
And, as the train puffed out of the station and disappeared, he stood motionless for several seconds; and a large and brilliant drop of moisture appeared on the calyx of the lily which formed the centre-piece of his bouquet.