Occasionally she came across another strong-minded woman who objected to interference; but the men never objected. They rather liked it, most of them.
Mr. Kingston, at any rate, thought it was very pleasant to be lectured in a maternal manner by a woman five feet high, who was just thirty years younger than he was; and he made profuse and solemn promises that he would be "a good boy," and take the utmost care of the innocent young creature who had confided her happiness to his charge. And then she fetched Rachel away to spend the day with her, and, over a protracted discussion of afternoon tea, gave _her_ some valuable advice as to the conduct of her affairs.
"You know," she said, with much gravity and decision, "it is always best to look at these things in a practical way. Mr. Kingston is, no doubt, a splendid match, and not a bad fellow, as men go; but it is no use pretending that he won"t be a great handful. He has been a bachelor too long. The habit of having his own way in everything will have become his second nature. I doubt if anyone could properly break him of it now, and I am sure _you_ could not."
"I should not try," said Rachel, smiling. "I should like my husband, whoever he was, to have his own way."
Mrs. Reade shook her head.
"It doesn"t answer, my dear. What is the use of a man marrying if his wife doesn"t try to keep him straight? And if you give in to him in everything, he only despises you for it."
"But, Beatrice," Rachel protested, "all men don"t want keeping straight, do they? It seems to me that every case is different from every other case. One is no guide for another."
"I know it isn"t. I"m only thinking of your case. And I want to make you understand it. You don"t know him as well as I do, and you don"t know anything about married life. If you run into it blindfold, and let things take their chance, then--why, then it is too late to talk about it. Everything depends upon how you begin. You must begin as you mean to go on."
"And how ought I to begin?" inquired Rachel, still smiling. She could not be brought to regard this momentous subject with that serious attention which it demanded.
"Well, _I_ should take a very high hand if it were my case--but you are not like me. I should put a stop to a great deal that goes on now at _once_, and get it over, while the novelty and pleasure of his marriage was fresh and my influence was supreme. I should try to make him as happy as possible, of course, for both our sakes. I"d humour him in little things. I"d never put him out of temper, if I could help it. But I would keep him well in hand, and on no account put up with any nonsense. If they see you mean that from the beginning, they generally give in; and by and bye they are used to it, and settle down quietly and comfortably, and you have no more trouble."
Rachel"s smiling face had been growing grave, and her large eyes dilating and kindling.
"Oh, Beatrice," she broke out, "that is not marriage--not my idea of marriage! How can a husband and wife be happy if they are always watching each other like two policemen? And they marry on purpose to be happy. I think they should love one another enough to have no fear of those treacheries. If they are not alike--if they have different tastes and ways--oughtn"t they to be companions whenever they _can_ enjoy things together, and help each other to get what else they want. Love should limit those outside wants--love should make everything safe. If that will not, I don"t think anything else will. I should never have the heart to try anything else, if that failed."
Mrs. Reade gazed with intense curiosity and interest at this girl, with her young enthusiasm and her old-world philosophy. She was so surprised at the unexpected element introduced into the dialogue, that for a few minutes she could not speak. Then she put out her hand impulsively and laid it on Rachel"s knee.
"Is _that_ how you feel about Mr. Kingston?" she exclaimed, earnestly.
"My dear, I beg your pardon. I did not know how things were. If you think of your marriage in that way, pray forget all I have been saying, and act as your own heart dictates. That will be your safest guide."
So Rachel was engaged with satisfaction to all concerned. She conscientiously believed that she loved her elderly _fiance_, and that she would be very happy with him; and the rest of them thought so too--himself of course included.
The winter wore away, full of peace and pleasure. The interesting event was public property, and the engaged pair were feted and congratulated on all sides, and enjoyed themselves immensely.
Rachel had her diamond ring, and a diamond bracelet into the bargain, with a promise of the "necklace of stars, strung together," on her wedding day: and her aunt in consideration of her prospective importance, bought her the coveted sealskin jacket.
Black Agnes was made over to her entirely, and she rode and jumped fences to her heart"s content. She went to the opera whenever she liked.
She was the belle of all the b.a.l.l.s; and in the best part of Melbourne her splendid home was being prepared for her, where she was to reign as a queen of beauty and fashion, with unlimited power to "aggravate other women"--which is supposed by some cynics to be the highest object of female ambition.
And Mr. Kingston bore with extreme complacency the jokes of his club friends on his defection from that faith in the superior advantages of celibacy, which he and some of them had held in common; for he knew they all admired his lady-love extravagantly, if they did not actually go so far as to envy him her possession. And he attended her wherever she went with the utmost a.s.siduity.
When the winter was nearly over, an event occurred in the Hardy family which made a change in this state of things. Mrs. Thornley, the second daughter, who lived in the country, having married a wealthy landowner, who preferred all the year round to manage his own property, presented Mrs. Hardy with her first grandchild; and being in rather delicate health afterwards, wrote to beg her mother to come and stay with her, and of course to bring Rachel.
To this invitation Mrs. Hardy responded eagerly by return of post, and bade Rachel pack up quickly for an early start. Rachel was delighted with the prospect, even though it involved her separation from her betrothed; and her preparations were soon completed. Mr. Hardy was handed over to his daughter Beatrice, "to be kept till called for;" one old servant was placed in charge of the Toorak house, and others on board wages; and Mrs. Hardy, paying a round of farewell calls, intimated to her friends that she was likely to make a long visit.
Rachel rose early on the day of her departure. It was a very lovely morning in the earliest dawn of spring, full of that delicate, delicious, champagny freshness which belongs to Australian mornings.
She opened her window, while yet half dressed, to let in the sweet air blowing off the sea.
Far away the luminous blue of the transparent sky met the sparkle of the bluer bay, where white sails shone like the wings of a flock of sea-birds. Below her, spreading out from under the garden terraces, far and wide, lay Melbourne in a thin veil of mist and smoke, beginning to flash back the sunshine from its spiky forest of chimney stacks and towers. And close by, through an opening in the belt of pinus insignis which enclosed Mr. Hardy"s domain, and where just now a flock of king parrots were noisily congregating after an early breakfast on almond blossoms, she could see the dusty mess surrounding the nucleus of her future home, and the workmen beginning their day"s task of chipping and chopping at the stones which were to build it; even they were picturesque in this glorifying atmosphere. How bright it all was! Her heart swelled with childish exultation at the prospect of a journey on such a day.
As for Mr. Kingston, to be left behind to stroll about Collins Street disconsolately by himself, just now she did not give him a thought.
Two or three hours later, however, when she and her aunt, accompanied by "Ned"--who had no office, unfortunately for him, and was therefore driven by his wife to make himself useful when opportunity offered--arrived at Spencer Street, there was Mr. Kingston on the platform waiting to see the last of her. If she was able to leave him without any severe pangs of regret and remorse, he for his part was by no means willing to let her go.
"You will write to me often," he pleaded, when, having placed her in a corner of the ladies" carriage, he rested his arms on the window for a last few words. Mrs. Hardy was leaning out of the opposite window, deeply interested in the spectacle of an empty Williamstown train patiently waiting for its pa.s.sengers and its engine.
"Yes," said Rachel slowly; "but you must remember I shall be in the country, and shall have no news to make letters of."
"I don"t want news," he replied with a shade of darkness in his eager face. "Pray don"t give me news--that"s a kind of letter I detest. I want you to write about yourself."
"I--I have never had many friends," she stammered, "and I am not used to writing letters. You will be disappointed with mine--and perhaps ashamed of me."
"What rubbish! Do you think I shall be critical about the grammar and composition? Why, my pet, if you don"t spell a single word right I shan"t care--so long as you tell me you think of me, and miss me, and want to come back to me."
"Oh," said Rachel bridling, "I know how to _spell_."
Here a railway official shouldered them apart in order to lock the door, and Mr. Kingston demanded of him what he meant by his impudence. Having satisfied the claims of outraged dignity, he again leaned into the window, and put out his hand for a tender farewell.
"Good-bye, my darling. You _will_ write often, won"t you? And mind now,"
with one of his Mephistophelian smiles, "you are not to go and flirt with anybody behind my back."
"I never flirt," said Rachel severely.
"Nor fall in love with handsome young squatters, you know."
"Don"t talk nonsense," she retorted, melting into one of her sunny smiles. "If you can"t trust me, why do you let me go?"
"I would not, if I had the power to stop you--you may be quite sure of that. But you will promise me, Rachel?"
"Promise you what?"
"That you will be constant to me while you are away from me, and not let other men----"
She lifted her ungloved hand, on which shone that ring "full of diamonds" which he had given her, and laid it on his mouth--or rather on his moustache.
"Now you"ll make me angry if you go on," she said, with a playfully dignified and dictatorial air. "No, I won"t hear any more--I am ashamed of you! after all the long time we have been engaged. As if I was a girl of _that_ sort, indeed!"
Here the signal was given for the train to start, and Mrs. Hardy came forward to make her own adieux, and to give her last instructions to her son-in-law, who had been meekly standing apart.
As they slowly steamed out of the station, Rachel rose and comforted her bereaved lover with a last sight of her fair face, full of fun and smiles.
"Good-bye," she called gaily; "I promise."
"Thank you," he shouted back.
He lifted his hat, and kissed the tips of his fingers, and stood to watch the train disappear into the dismal waste that lay immediately beyond the station precincts. Then he walked away dejectedly to find his cab. He had grown very fond of his little sweetheart, and he antic.i.p.ated the long, dull days that he would have to spend without her.
He wished Mrs. Hardy had been a little more definite as to the time when she meant to bring her home. It was not as if he were a young man, with any quant.i.ty of time to waste. However, he had her a.s.surance that she would be true to him under any temptations that should a.s.sail her in his absence; and though too experienced to put absolute faith in that, it greatly cheered and consoled him. He stepped into his hansom, and told the driver to take him to Toorak, that he might see how the house where they were going to live together was getting on.