"Not a word."
"I wish him to marry, that I may then conclude the deeds in respect to my estate,--and the only child of Sir William Winterton (a rich heiress) was the wife I meant to propose; but from his indifference to all I have said on the occasion, I have not yet mentioned her name to him; you may."
"I will, my Lord, and use all my persuasion to engage his obedience; and you shall have, at least, a faithful account of what he says."
Sandford the next morning sought an opportunity of being alone with Rushbrook--he then plainly repeated to him what Lord Elmwood had said, and saw him listen to it all, and heard him answer with the most tranquil resolution, "That he would do any thing to preserve the friendship and patronage of his uncle--but marry."
"What can be your reason?" asked Sandford--though he guessed.
"A reason, I cannot give to Lord Elmwood."
"Then do not give it to me, for I have promised to tell him every thing you say to me."
"And every thing I _have_ said?" asked Rushbrook hastily.
"As to what you have said, I don"t know whether it has made impression enough on my memory, to enable me to repeat it."
"I am glad it has not."
"And my answer to your uncle, is to be simply, that you will not obey him?"
"I should hope, Mr. Sandford, that you would express it in better terms."
"Tell me the terms, and I will be exact."
Rushbrook struck his forehead, and walked about the room.
"Am I to give him any reason for your disobeying him?"
"I tell you again, that I dare not name the cause."
"Then why do you submit to a power you are ashamed to own?"
"I am not ashamed--I glory in it.--Are you ashamed of your esteem for Lady Matilda?"
"Oh! if she is the cause of your disobedience, be a.s.sured I shall not mention it, for I am forbid to name her."
"And surely, as that is the case, I need not fear to speak plainly to you. I love Lady Matilda--or, perhaps, unacquainted with love, what I feel may be only pity--and if so, pity is the most pleasing pa.s.sion that ever possessed a human heart, and I would not change it for all her father"s estates."
"Pity, then, gives rise to very different sensations--for I pity you, and that sensation I would gladly exchange for approbation."
"If you really feel compa.s.sion for me, and I believe you do, contrive some means by your answers to Lord Elmwood to pacify him, without involving me in ruin. Hint at my affections being engaged, but not to whom; and add, that I have given my word, if he will allow me a short time, a year or two only, I will, during that period, try to disengage them, and use all my power to render myself worthy of the union for which he designs me."
"And this is not only your solemn promise--but your fixed determination?"
"Nay, why will you search my heart to the bottom, when the surface ought to content you?"
"If you cannot resolve on what you have proposed, why do you ask this time of your uncle? For should he allow it you, at the expiration, your disobedience to his commands will be less pardonable than it is now."
"Within a year, Mr. Sandford, who can tell what strange events may not occur, to change all our prospects? Even my pa.s.sion may decline."
"In that expectation, then--the failure of which yourself must answer for--I will repeat as much of this discourse as shall be proper."
Here Rushbrook communicated his having been to see Lady Matilda, for which Sandford reproved him, but in less rigorous terms than he generally used in his reproofs; and Rushbrook, by his entreaties, now gained the intelligence who the n.o.bleman was who addressed Matilda, and on what views; but was restrained to patience, by Sandford"s arguments and threats.
Upon the subject of this marriage, Sandford met his patron, without having determined exactly what to say, but rested on the temper in which he should find him.
At the commencement of the conversation he said, "Rushbrook begged for time."
"I have given him time, have I not?" cried Lord Elmwood: "What can be the meaning of his thus trifling with me?"
Sandford replied, "My Lord, young men are frequently romantic in their notions of love, and think it impossible to have a sincere affection, where their own inclinations do not first point out the choice."
"If he is in love," answered Lord Elmwood, "let him take the object, and leave my house and me for ever. Nor under this destiny can he have any claim to pity; for genuine love will make him happy in banishment, in poverty, or in sickness: it makes the poor man happy as the rich, the fool blest as the wise." The sincerity with which Lord Elmwood had loved, was expressed more than in words, as he said this.
"Your Lordship is talking," replied Sandford, "of the pa.s.sion in its most refined and predominant sense; while I may possibly be speaking of a mere phantom, that has led this young man astray."
"Whatever it be," returned Lord Elmwood, "let him and his friends weigh the case well, and act for the best--so shall I."
"His friends, my Lord?--What friends, or what friend has he upon earth but you?"
"Then why will he not submit to my advice; or himself give me a proper reason why he cannot?"
"Because there may be friendship without familiarity--and so it is between him and you."
"That cannot be; for I have condescended to talk to him in the most familiar terms."
"To condescend, my Lord, is _not_ to be familiar."
"Then come, Sir, let us be on an equal footing through you. And now speak out _his_ thoughts freely, and hear mine in return."
"Why, then, he begs a respite for a year or two."
"On what pretence?"
"To me, it was preference of a single life--but I suspect it is--what he imagines to be love--and for some object whom he thinks your Lordship would disapprove."
"He has not, then, actually confessed this to you?"
"If he has, it was drawn from him by such means, that I am not warranted to say it in direct words."
"I have entered into no contract, no agreement on his account with the friends of the lady I have pointed out," said Lord Elmwood; "nothing beyond implications have pa.s.sed betwixt her family and myself at present; and if the person on whom he has fixed his affections, should not be in a situation absolutely contrary to my wishes, I may, perhaps, confirm his choice."
That moment Sandford"s courage prompted him to name Lady Matilda, but his discretion opposed--however, in the various changes of his countenance from the conflict, it was plain to discern that he wished to say more than he dared.
On which Lord Elmwood cried,
"Speak on, Sandford--what are you afraid of?"