"Well, but," said Percy, with a few slight hesitations, "not to t-take an interest in c-coal is not to take an interest in the n-nation, for this n-nation is g-great, not by its p-powerful fleet, nor its little b-b-bit of an army--"
A snort from the Colonel.
"--nor its raw m-militia, but by its m-m-manufactures; these depend on machines that are driven by steam-power, and the steam-engines are coal-fed, and were made in coal-fed furnaces; our machines do the work of five hundred million hands, and you see coal keeps them going. The machinery will be imitated by other nations, but those nations can not create coal-fields. Should those ever be exhausted, our ingenuity will be imitated by larger nations, our territory will remain small, and we shall be a second-rate power; so I say that every man who reads and thinks about his own c--country ought to be able to say, "I have been d--d--down a coal mine.""
"Well," said the Colonel, loftily, "and can"t you say you have been down a coal mine? I could say that and sit here. Well, sir, you have been reading the newspapers, and learning them off by heart as if they were the Epistle and Gospel; of course _you_ must go down a coal mine; but if you do, have a little mercy on the fair, and go down by yourself. In the mean while, Walter, you can take your cousin and give her a walk in the woods, and show her the primroses."
Now Julia was surprised and pleased at Percy"s good sense, and she did not care whether he got it from the newspapers or where he got it from; it was there; so she resisted, and said, coldly and firmly, "Thank you, uncle, but I don"t want the primroses, and Walter does not want me. Come, Percy _dear_;" and so she marched off; but she had not gone many steps before, having a great respect for old age, she ordered Percy, in a whisper, to make some apology to her uncle.
Percy did not much like the commission. However, he went back, and said, very civilly, "This is a free country, but I am afraid I have been a little too free in expressing my opinion; let me hope you are not annoyed with me."
"I am never annoyed with a fool," said the implacable Colonel.
This was too much for any little man to stand.
"That is why you are always on such good terms with yourself," said Percy, as red as a turkey-c.o.c.k.
The Colonel literally stared with amazement. Hitherto it had been for him to deliver bayonet thrusts, not to receive them.
Julia pounced on her bantam-c.o.c.k, and with her left hand literally pulled him off the premises, and shook her right fist at him till she got him out of sight of the foe; then she kissed him on both cheeks, and burst out laughing; and, indeed, she was so tickled that she kept laughing at intervals, whether the immediate subject of the conversation was grave or gay. It is hard not to laugh when a very little fellow cheeks a very big one. Even Walter, though he admired as well as loved his father, hung his head, and his shoulders shook with suppressed risibility. Colonel Clifford detected him in this posture, and in his wrath gave his chair a whack with his staff that brought Master Walter to the position of a private soldier when the drill-sergeant cries "ATTENTION!"
"Did you hear that, sir?" said he.
"I did," said Walter: "cheeky little beggar. But you know, father, you were rather hard upon him before his sweetheart, and a little pot is soon hot."
"There was nothing to be hot about," said the Colonel, naively; "but that is neither here nor there. You are ten times worse than he is. He is only a prating, pedantic puppy, but you are a m.u.f.f, sir, a most unmitigated m.u.f.f, to stand there mum-chance and let such an article as that carry off the prize."
"Oh, father," said Walter, "why will you not see that the prize is a living woman, a woman with a will of her own, and not a French eagle, or the figure-head of a ship? Now do listen to reason."
"Not a word," said the Colonel, marching off.
"But excuse me," said Walter, "I have another thing far more important to speak to you about: this unhappy lawsuit."
"That"s no business of yours, and I don"t want your opinion of it; there is no more fight in you than there is in a hen-sparrow. I decline your company and your pacific twaddle; I have no patience with a m.u.f.f;"
and the Colonel marched off, leaving his son planted there, as the French say.
Walter, however, was not long alone; the interview had been watched from a distance by Mary. She now stole noiselessly on the scene, and laid her white hand upon her husband"s shoulder before he was aware of her. The sight of her was heaven to him, but her first question clouded his happy face.
"Well, dear, have you propitiated him?"
Walter hung his head sorrowfully, and said hardly anything.
"He has been bl.u.s.tering at me all the time, and insists upon my cutting out Percy whether I can or not, and marrying Julia whether she chooses or not."
"Then we must do what I said. Indeed there is no other course. We must own the truth; concealment and deceit will not mend our folly."
"Oh, hang it, Mary, don"t call it folly."
"Forgive me, dear, but it was the height of folly. Not that I mean to throw the blame on you--that would be ungenerous; but the truth is you had no business to marry me, and I had no business to marry you. Only think--me--Mary Bartley--a clandestine marriage, and then our going to the lakes again, and spending our honey-moon together just like other couples--the recklessness--the audacity! Oh, what happiness it was!"
Walter very naturally pounced upon this unguarded and naive conclusion of Mary"s self-reproaches. "Yes," said he, eagerly; "let us go there again next week."
"Not next week, not next month, not next year, nor ever again until we have told all the world."
"Well, Mary," said Walter, "it"s for you to command and me to obey. I said so before, and I say so now, if you are not ashamed of me, how can I be ashamed of you; you say the word, and I will tell my father at dinner-time, before Julia Clifford and John Baker, and request them to tell everybody they know, that I am married to a woman I adore, and there is n.o.body I care for on earth as I do for her, and nothing I value compared with her love and her esteem."
Mary put her arm tenderly around her husband"s neck; and now it was with her as it is often with generous and tender-hearted women, when all opposition to their wishes is withdrawn, they begin to see the other side.
"My dearest," said Mary, "I couldn"t bear you to sacrifice your prospects for me."
"Why, Mary," said Walter, "what would my love be worth if it shrank from self-sacrifice? I really think I should feel more pleasure than pain if I gave up friends, kindred, hope, everything that is supposed to make life pleasant for you."
"And so would I for you," said Mary; "and oh, Walter, women have presentiments, and something tells me that fate has great trials in store for you or for me, perhaps for both. Yes, you are right, the true measure of love must be self-sacrifice, and if there is to be self-sacrifice, oh, let the self-sacrifice fall on me; for I can not think any man can love a woman quite so deeply as I love you--my darling."
He had only time to draw her sweet forehead to his bosom, whilst her arm encircled his neck, when in came an ordinary love by way of contrast.
Julia Clifford and Percy came in, walking three yards apart: Percy had untied the ap.r.o.n strings without Walter"s a.s.sistance.
"Ah," said she, "you two are not like us. I am ashamed to interrupt you; but they would not let us go down the mine without an order from Mr.
Hope. Really, I think Mr. Hope is king of this country. Not that we have wasted our time, for he has been quarrelling with me all the way there and back."
"Oh, Mr. Fitzroy!" said Mary Bartley.
"Miss Bartley," said Percy, very civilly, "I never q-q-quarrel, I merely dis-distin-guished between right and wrong. I shall make you the judge.
I gave her a di-dia-mond br-bracelet which came down from my ancestors; she did me the honor to accept it, and she said it should never leave her day nor night."
"Oh," cried Julia, "that I never did. I can not afford to stop my circulation altogether; it"s much too little." Then she flew at him suddenly. "Your ancestors were pigmies."
Percy drew himself up to his full height, and defied the insinuation.
"They were giants, in chain armor," said he.
"What," said Julia, without a moment"s hesitation, "the ladies? Or was it the knights that wore bracelets?"
Some French writer says, "The tongue of a woman is her sword," and Percy Fitzroy found it so. He could no more answer this sudden thrust than he could win the high leap at Lillie Bridge. He stood quivering as if a polished rapier had really been pa.s.sed clean through him.
Mary was too kind-hearted to laugh in his face, but she could not help turning her head away and giggling a little.
At last Percy recovered himself enough to say,
"The truth is you have gone and given it to somebody else."
"Oh, you wicked--bad-hearted--you that couldn"t be jealous!"
By this time Percy was himself again, and said, with some reason, that "invectives were not arguments. Produce the bracelet."
"And so I can," said Julia, stoutly. "Give me time."
"Oh," said Percy, "if it"s a mere question of time, there is no more to be said. You"ll find the bracelet in time, and in time I shall feel once more that confidence in you which induced me to confide to you as to another self that precious family relic, which I value more than any other material object in the world." Then Percy, whose character seemed to have changed, retired with stiff dignity and an air of indomitable resolution.