She came, and he ordered her to have up a basket of wood, and light a roaring fire in her mistress"s room, and put out garments to air. He also inquired the number of Zoe"s bedroom. The girl said it was "No. 74."
The Misogyn waited half an hour, and then visited "No. 74." He found the fire burned down to one log, and some things airing at the fire, as domestics air their employers" things, but not their own, you may be sure. There was a chemise carefully folded into the smallest possible compa.s.s, and doubled over a horse at a good distance from the cold fire.
There were other garments and supplementaries, all treated in the same way.
The Misogyn looked, and remarked as follows, "Idiots! at everything but taking in the men."
Having relieved his spleen with this courteous and comprehensive observation, he piled log upon log till the fire was half up the chimney.
Then he got all the chairs and made a semi-circle, and spread out the various garments to the genial heat; and so close that, had a spark flown, they would have been warmed with a vengeance, and the superiority of the male intellect demonstrated. This done, he retired, with a guilty air; for he did not want to be caught meddling in such frivolities by Miss Dover or Miss Maitland. However, he was quite safe; those superior spirits were wholly occupied with the loftier things of the mind, especially the characters of their neighbors.
I must now go for these truants that are giving everybody so much trouble.
When f.a.n.n.y fell lame and said she was very sorry, but she must go home and change her boots, Zoe was for going home too. But f.a.n.n.y, doubting her sincerity, was peremptory, and said they had only to stroll slowly on, and then turn; she should meet them coming back. Zoe colored high, suspecting they had seen the last of this ingenious young lady.
"What a good girl!" cried Severne.
"I am afraid she is a very naughty girl," said Zoe, faintly; and the first effect of f.a.n.n.y"s retreat was to make her a great deal more reserved and less sprightly.
Severne observed, and understood, and saw he must give her time. He was so respectful, as well as tender, that, by degrees, she came out again, and beamed with youth and happiness.
They strolled very slowly by the fair river, and the pretty little nothings they said to each other began to be mere vehicles for those soft tones and looks, in which love is made, far more than by the words themselves.
When they started on this walk, Severne had no distinct nor serious views on Zoe. But he had been playing with fire for some time, and so now he got well burned.
Walking slowly by his side, and conscious of being wooed, whatever the words might be, Zoe was lovelier than ever. Those lowered lashes, that mantling cheek, those soft, tender murmurs, told him he was dear, and thrilled his heart, though a cold one compared with hers.
He was in love; as much as he could be, and more than he had ever been before. He never even asked himself whether permanent happiness was likely to spring from this love: he was self-indulgent, reckless, and in love.
He looked at her, wished he could recall his whole life, and sighed.
"Why do you sigh?" said she, gently.
"I don"t know. Yes, I do. Because I am not happy."
"Not happy?" said she. "You ought to be; and I am sure you deserve to be."
"I don"t know that. However, I think I shall be happier in a few minutes, or else very unhappy indeed. That depends on you."
"On me, Mr. Severne?" and she blushed crimson, and her bosom began to heave. His words led her to expect a declaration and a proposal of marriage.
He saw her mistake; and her emotion spoke so plainly and sweetly, and tried him so, that it cost him a great effort not to clasp her in his arms. But that was not his cue at present. He lowered his eyes, to give her time, and said, sadly, "I cannot help seeing that, somehow, there is suspicion in the air about me. Miss Maitland puts questions, and drops hints. Miss Dover watches me like a lynx. Even you gave me a hint the other day that I never talk to you about my relations, and my past life."
"Pray do not confound me with other people," said Zoe proudly. "If I am curious, it is because I know you must have done many good things and clever things; but you have too little vanity, or too much pride, to tell them even to one who--esteems you, and could appreciate."
"I know you are as generous and n.o.ble as most people are narrow-minded,"
said Severne, enthusiastically; "and I have determined to tell you all about myself."
Zoe"s cheeks beamed with gratified pride and her eyes sparkled.
"Only, as I would not tell it to anybody but you, I must stipulate that you will receive it in sacred confidence, and not repeat it to a living soul."
"Not even to my brother, who loves you so?"
"Not even to him."
This alarmed the instinctive delicacy and modesty of a truly virgin soul.
"I am not experienced," said she. "But I feel I ought not to yield to curiosity and hear from you anything I am forbidden to tell my brother.
You might as well say I must not tell my mother; for dear Harrington is all the mother I have; and I am sure he is a true friend to you" (this last a little reproachfully).
But for Severne"s habitual self-command, he would have treated this delicacy as ridiculous prudery; but he was equal to greater difficulties.
"You are right, by instinct, in everything. Well, then, I shall tell you, and you shall see at once whether it ought to be repeated, or to remain a sacred deposit between me and the only creature I have the courage to tell it to."
Zoe lowered her eyes, and marked the sand with her parasol. She was a little puzzled now, and half conscious that, somehow, he was tying her to secrecy with silk instead of rope; but she never suspected the deliberate art and dexterity with which it was done.
Severne then made the revelation which he had been preparing for a day or two past; and, to avoid eternal comments by the author, I must once more call in the artful aid of the printers. The true part of Mr. Severne"s revelation is in italics; the false in ordinary type.
_"When my father died, I inherited an estate in Huntingdonshire. It was not so large as Vizard"s, but it was clear. Not a mortgage nor inc.u.mbrance on it. I had a younger brother;_ a fellow with charming manners, and very accomplished. These were his ruin: he got into high society in London; _but high society is not always good society._ He became connected with a fast lot, some of the young n.o.bility. Of course he could not vie with them. He got deeply in debt. Not but what they were in debt too, every one of them. He used to send to me for money oftener than I liked; but I never suspected the rate he was going at. I was anxious, too, about him; but I said to myself he was just sowing his wild oats, like other fellows. Well, it went on, until--to his misfortune and mine--he got entangled in some disgraceful transactions; the general features are known to all the world. I dare say you have heard of one or two young n.o.blemen who committed forgeries on their relations and friends some years ago. _One of them, the son of an earl, took his sister"s whole fortune out of her bank, with a single forged check. I believe the sum total of his forgeries was over one hundred thousand pounds. His father could not find half the money. A number of the n.o.bility had to combine to repurchase the doc.u.ments; many of them were in the hands of the Jews; and I believe a composition was effected, with the help of a very powerful barrister, an M. P. He went out of his line on this occasion, and mediated between the parties._ What will you think when I tell you that my brother, the son of my father and my mother, was one of these forgers--a criminal?"
"My poor friend!" cried Zoe, clasping her innocent hands.
"It was a thunder-clap. I had a great mind to wash my hands of it, and let him go to prison. But how could I? The struggle ended in my doing like the rest. Only poor, I had no n.o.ble kinsmen with long purses to help me, and no solicitor-general to mediate _sub rosa._ The total amount would have swamped my family acres. I got them down to sixty per cent, and that only crippled my estate forever. As for my brother, he fell on his knees to me. But I could not forgive him. _He left the country with a hundred pounds_ I gave him. _He is in Canada; and only known there as a most respectable farmer._ He talks of paying me back. That I shall believe when I see it. All I know for certain is that his crime has mortgaged my estate, and left me poor--and suspected."
While Severne related this, there pa.s.sed a somewhat notable thing in the world of mind. The inventor of this history did not understand it; the hearer did, and accompanied it with innocent sympathetic sighs. Her imagination, more powerful and precise than the inventor"s, pictured the horror of the high-minded brother, his agony, his shame, his respect for law and honesty, his pity for his own flesh and blood, his struggle, and the final triumph of fraternal affection. Every line of the figment was alive to her, and she _realized_ the tale. Severne only repeated it.
At the last touch of his cold art, the warm-hearted girl could contain no longer.
"Oh, poor Mr. Severne!" she cried; "poor Mr. Severne!" And the tears ran down her cheeks.
He looked at her first with a little astonishment--fancy taking his little narrative to heart like that--then with compunction, and then with a momentary horror at himself, and terror at the impa.s.sable gulf fixed between them, by her rare goodness and his depravity.
Then for a moment he felt, and felt all manner of things at once. "Oh, don"t cry," he blurted out, and began to blubber himself at having made her cry at all, and so unfairly. It was his lucky hour; this hysterical effusion, undignified by a single grain of active contrition, or even penitent resolve, told in his favor. They mingled their tears; and hearts cannot hold aloof when tears come together. Yes, they mingled their tears, and the crocodile tears were the male"s, if you please, and the woman"s tears were pure holy drops, that angels might have gathered and carried them to G.o.d for pearls of the human soul.
After they had cried together over the cool figment, Zoe said: "I do not repent my curiosity now. You did well to tell me. Oh, no, you were right, and I will never tell anybody. People are narrow-minded. They shall never cast your brother"s crime in your teeth, nor your own losses I esteem you for--oh, so much more than ever! I wonder you could tell me."
"You would not wonder if you knew how superior you are to all the world: how n.o.ble, how generous, and how I--"
"Oh, Mr. Severne, it is going to rain! We must get home as fast as ever we can."
They turned, and Zoe, with true virgin coyness, and elastic limbs, made the coming rain an excuse for such swift walking that Severne could not make tender love to her. To be sure, Apollo ran after Daphne, with his little proposals; but, I take it, he ran mute--till he found he couldn"t catch her. Indeed, it was as much as Severne could do to keep up with her "fair heel and toe." But I ascribe this to her not wearing high heels ever since f.a.n.n.y told her she was just a little too tall, and she was novice enough to believe her.
She would not stop for the drizzle; but at last it came down with such a vengeance that she was persuaded to leave the path and run for a cattle-shed at some distance. Here she and Severne were imprisoned.
Luckily for them "the kye had not come hame," and the shed was empty.
They got into the farthest corner of it; for it was all open toward the river; and the rain pattered on the roof as if it would break it.
Thus driven together, was it wonderful that soon her hand was in his, and that, as they purred together, and murmured soft nothings, more than once she was surprised into returning the soft pressure which he gave it so often?
The plump declaration she had fled from, and now seemed deliciously resigned to, did not actually come. But he did what she valued more, he resumed his confidences: told her he had vices; was fond of gambling.
Excused it on the score of his loss by his brother; said he hoped soon to hear good news from Canada; didn"t despair; was happy now, in spite of all; had been happy ever since he had met _her._ What declaration was needed? The understanding was complete. Neither doubted the other"s love; and Zoe would have thought herself a faithless, wicked girl, if, after this, she had gone and accepted any other man.