I have omitted to give a detail of his words, from a notion that they would not interest the reader as they did me, and not because I have forgotten them. No; I remember them well; for I thought them over and over again in the course of that day and many succeeding ones, I know not how often; and recalled every intonation of his deep, clear voice, every flash of his quick, brown eye, and every gleam of his pleasant, but too transient smile. Such a confession will look very absurd, I fear: but no matter: I have written it: and they that read it will not know the writer.
While I was walking along, happy within, and pleased with all around, Miss Murray came hastening to meet me; her buoyant step, flushed cheek, and radiant smiles showing that she, too, was happy, in her own way.
Running up to me, she put her arm through mine, and without waiting to recover breath, began-"Now, Miss Grey, think yourself highly honoured, for I"m come to tell you my news before I"ve breathed a word of it to anyone else."
"Well, what is it?"
"Oh, _such_ news! In the first place, you must know that Mr. Hatfield came upon me just after you were gone. I was in such a way for fear papa or mamma should see him; but you know I couldn"t call you back again, and so!-oh, dear! I can"t tell you all about it now, for there"s Matilda, I see, in the park, and I must go and open my budget to her. But, however, Hatfield was most uncommonly audacious, unspeakably complimentary, and unprecedentedly tender-tried to be so, at least-he didn"t succeed very well in _that_, because it"s not his vein. I"ll tell you all he said another time."
"But what did _you_ say-I"m more interested in that?"
"I"ll tell you that, too, at some future period. I happened to be in a very good humour just then; but, though I was complaisant and gracious enough, I took care not to compromise myself in any possible way. But, however, the conceited wretch chose to interpret my amiability of temper his own way, and at length presumed upon my indulgence so far-what do you think?-he actually made me an offer!"
"And you-"
"I proudly drew myself up, and with the greatest coolness expressed my astonishment at such an occurrence, and hoped he had seen nothing in my conduct to justify his expectations. You should have _seen_ how his countenance fell! He went perfectly white in the face. I a.s.sured him that I esteemed him and all that, but could not possibly accede to his proposals; and if I did, papa and mamma could never be brought to give their consent."
""But if they could," said he, "would yours be wanting?"
""Certainly, Mr. Hatfield," I replied, with a cool decision which quelled all hope at once. Oh, if you had seen how dreadfully mortified he was-how crushed to the earth by his disappointment! really, I almost pitied him myself.
"One more desperate attempt, however, he made. After a silence of considerable duration, during which he struggled to be calm, and I to be grave-for I felt a strong propensity to laugh-which would have ruined all-he said, with the ghost of a smile-"But tell me plainly, Miss Murray, if I had the wealth of Sir Hugh Meltham, or the prospects of his eldest son, would you still refuse me? Answer me truly, upon your honour."
""Certainly," said I. "That would make no difference whatever."
"It was a great lie, but he looked so confident in his own attractions still, that I determined not to leave him one stone upon another. He looked me full in the face; but I kept my countenance so well that he could not imagine I was saying anything more than the actual truth.
""Then it"s all over, I suppose," he said, looking as if he could have died on the spot with vexation and the intensity of his despair. But he was angry as well as disappointed. There was he, suffering so unspeakably, and there was I, the pitiless cause of it all, so utterly impenetrable to all the artillery of his looks and words, so calmly cold and proud, he could not but feel some resentment; and with singular bitterness he began-"I certainly did not expect this, Miss Murray. I might say something about your past conduct, and the hopes you have led me to foster, but I forbear, on condition-"
""No conditions, Mr. Hatfield!" said I, now truly indignant at his insolence.
""Then let me beg it as a favour," he replied, lowering his voice at once, and taking a humbler tone: "let me entreat that you will not mention this affair to anyone whatever. If you will keep silence about it, there need be no unpleasantness on either side-nothing, I mean, beyond what is quite unavoidable: for my own feelings I will endeavour to keep to myself, if I cannot annihilate them-I will try to forgive, if I cannot forget the cause of my sufferings. I will not suppose, Miss Murray, that you know how deeply you have injured me. I would not have you aware of it; but if, in addition to the injury you have already done me-pardon me, but, whether innocently or not, you _have_ done it-and if you add to it by giving publicity to this unfortunate affair, or naming it _at all_, you will find that I too can speak, and though you scorned my love, you will hardly scorn my-"
"He stopped, but he bit his bloodless lip, and looked so terribly fierce that I was quite frightened. However, my pride upheld me still, and I answered disdainfully; "I do not know what motive you suppose I could have for naming it to anyone, Mr. Hatfield; but if I were disposed to do so, you would not deter me by threats; and it is scarcely the part of a gentleman to attempt it."
""Pardon me, Miss Murray," said he, "I have loved you so intensely-I do still adore you so deeply, that I would not willingly offend you; but though I never have loved, and never _can_ love any woman as I have loved you, it is equally certain that I never was so ill-treated by any. On the contrary, I have always found your s.e.x the kindest and most tender and obliging of G.o.d"s creation, till now." (Think of the conceited fellow saying that!) "And the novelty and harshness of the lesson you have taught me to-day, and the bitterness of being disappointed in the only quarter on which the happiness of my life depended, must excuse any appearance of asperity. If my presence is disagreeable to you, Miss Murray," he said (for I was looking about me to show how little I cared for him, so he thought I was tired of him, I suppose)-"if my presence is disagreeable to you, Miss Murray, you have only to promise me the favour I named, and I will relieve you at once. There are many ladies-some even in this parish-who would be delighted to accept what you have so scornfully trampled under your feet. They would be naturally inclined to hate one whose surpa.s.sing loveliness has so completely estranged my heart from them and blinded me to their attractions; and a single hint of the truth from me to one of these would be sufficient to raise such a talk against you as would seriously injure your prospects, and diminish your chance of success with any other gentleman you or your mamma might design to entangle."
""What do your mean, sir?" said I, ready to stamp with pa.s.sion.
""I mean that this affair from beginning to end appears to me like a case of arrant flirtation, to say the least of it-such a case as you would find it rather inconvenient to have blazoned through the world: especially with the additions and exaggerations of your female rivals, who would be too glad to publish the matter, if I only gave them a handle to it. But I promise you, on the faith of a gentleman, that no word or syllable that could tend to your prejudice shall ever escape my lips, provided you will-"
""Well, well, I won"t mention it," said I. "You may rely upon my silence, if that can afford you any consolation."
""You promise it?"
""Yes," I answered; for I wanted to get rid of him now.
""Farewell, then!" said he, in a most doleful, heart-sick tone; and with a look where pride vainly struggled against despair, he turned and went away: longing, no doubt, to get home, that he might shut himself up in his study and cry-if he doesn"t burst into tears before he gets there."
"But you have broken your promise already," said I, truly horrified at her perfidy.
"Oh! it"s only to you; I know you won"t repeat it."
"Certainly, I shall not: but you say you are going to tell your sister; and she will tell your brothers when they come home, and Brown immediately, if you do not tell her yourself; and Brown will blazon it, or be the means of blazoning it, throughout the country."
"No, indeed, she won"t. We shall not tell her at all, unless it be under the promise of the strictest secrecy."
"But how can you expect her to keep her promises better than her more enlightened mistress?"
"Well, well, she shan"t hear it then," said Miss Murray, somewhat snappishly.
"But you will tell your mamma, of course," pursued I; "and she will tell your papa."
"Of course I shall tell mamma-that is the very thing that pleases me so much. I shall now be able to convince her how mistaken she was in her fears about me."
"Oh, _that"s_ it, is it? I was wondering what it was that delighted you so much."
"Yes; and another thing is, that I"ve humbled Mr. Hatfield so charmingly; and another-why, you must allow me some share of female vanity: I don"t pretend to be without that most essential attribute of our s.e.x-and if you had seen poor Hatfield"s intense eagerness in making his ardent declaration and his flattering proposal, and his agony of mind, that no effort of pride could conceal, on being refused, you would have allowed I had some cause to be gratified."
"The greater his agony, I should think, the less your cause for gratification."
"Oh, nonsense!" cried the young lady, shaking herself with vexation.
"You either can"t understand me, or you won"t. If I had not confidence in your magnanimity, I should think you envied me. But you will, perhaps, comprehend this cause of pleasure-which is as great as any-namely, that I am delighted with myself for my prudence, my self-command, my heartlessness, if you please. I was not a bit taken by surprise, not a bit confused, or awkward, or foolish; I just acted and spoke as I ought to have done, and was completely my own mistress throughout. And here was a man, decidedly good-looking-Jane and Susan Green call him bewitchingly handsome I suppose they"re two of the ladies he pretends would be so glad to have him; but, however, he was certainly a very clever, witty, agreeable companion-not what you call clever, but just enough to make him entertaining; and a man one needn"t be ashamed of anywhere, and would not soon grow tired of; and to confess the truth, I rather liked him-better even, of late, than Harry Meltham-and he evidently idolised me; and yet, though he came upon me all alone and unprepared, I had the wisdom, and the pride, and the strength to refuse him-and so scornfully and coolly as I did: I have good reason to be proud of that."
"And are you equally proud of having told him that his having the wealth of Sir Hugh Meltham would make no difference to you, when that was not the case; and of having promised to tell no one of his misadventure, apparently without the slightest intention of keeping your promise?"
"Of course! what else could I do? You would not have had me-but I see, Miss Grey, you"re not in a good temper. Here"s Matilda; I"ll see what she and mamma have to say about it."
She left me, offended at my want of sympathy, and thinking, no doubt, that I envied her. I did not-at least, I firmly believed I did not. I was sorry for her; I was amazed, disgusted at her heartless vanity; I wondered why so much beauty should be given to those who made so bad a use of it, and denied to some who would make it a benefit to both themselves and others.
But, G.o.d knows best, I concluded. There are, I suppose, some men as vain, as selfish, and as heartless as she is, and, perhaps, such women may be useful to punish them.
CHAPTER XV-THE WALK
"Oh, dear! I wish Hatfield had not been so precipitate!" said Rosalie next day at four P.M., as, with a portentous yawn, she laid down her worsted-work and looked listlessly towards the window. "There"s no inducement to go out now; and nothing to look forward to. The days will be so long and dull when there are no parties to enliven them; and there are none this week, or next either, that I know of."
"Pity you were so cross to him," observed Matilda, to whom this lamentation was addressed. "He"ll never come again: and I suspect you liked him after all. I hoped you would have taken him for your beau, and left dear Harry to me."
"Humph! my beau must be an Adonis indeed, Matilda, the admired of all beholders, if I am to be contented with him alone. I"m sorry to lose Hatfield, I confess; but the first decent man, or number of men, that come to supply his place, will be more than welcome. It"s Sunday to-morrow-I do wonder how he"ll look, and whether he"ll be able to go through the service. Most likely he"ll pretend he"s got a cold, and make Mr. Weston do it all."
"Not he!" exclaimed Matilda, somewhat contemptuously. "Fool as he is, he"s not so soft as that comes to."
Her sister was slightly offended; but the event proved Matilda was right: the disappointed lover performed his pastoral duties as usual. Rosalie, indeed, affirmed he looked very pale and dejected: he might be a little paler; but the difference, if any, was scarcely perceptible. As for his dejection, I certainly did not hear his laugh ringing from the vestry as usual, nor his voice loud in hilarious discourse; though I did hear it uplifted in rating the s.e.xton in a manner that made the congregation stare; and, in his transits to and from the pulpit and the communion-table, there was more of solemn pomp, and less of that irreverent, self-confident, or rather self-delighted imperiousness with which he usually swept along-that air that seemed to say, "You all reverence and adore me, I know; but if anyone does not, I defy him to the teeth!" But the most remarkable change was, that he never once suffered his eyes to wander in the direction of Mr. Murray"s pew, and did not leave the church till we were gone.
Mr. Hatfield had doubtless received a very severe blow; but his pride impelled him to use every effort to conceal the effects of it. He had been disappointed in his certain hope of obtaining not only a beautiful, and, to him, highly attractive wife, but one whose rank and fortune might give brilliance to far inferior charms: he was likewise, no doubt, intensely mortified by his repulse, and deeply offended at the conduct of Miss Murray throughout. It would have given him no little consolation to have known how disappointed she was to find him apparently so little moved, and to see that he was able to refrain from casting a single glance at her throughout both services; though, she declared, it showed he was thinking of her all the time, or his eyes would have fallen upon her, if it were only by chance: but if they had so chanced to fall, she would have affirmed it was because they could not resist the attraction.