Miss Vavasour"s haughty lip curled perceptibly; her face did not care to conceal some aversion and disdain.
"I should certainly spare myself the annoyance of writing that letter, if I were you, Alan. I don"t think mendicancy would suit you at any time, and it is rather early to begin the trade. _I_ should hardly succeed better, even if I had the chance of trying. If I have any fascinations, I think I will keep them for some other subjects than odd, disagreeable, old men."
Wyverne was not in the least inclined to chafe at her tone; in truth, admiration left no place for anger; it would have been hard to quarrel with her, she looked so handsome in her scorn. He knew, too, that her pride was only half selfish, and that she would have dreaded humiliation for his sake, more than for her own. So he smiled quite pleasantly, as he answered,
"O Queen, let your imperial mind be set at rest. Your bond-servant had no intention of making obeisance to any other tyrant. Do I look like one of "the pet.i.tioners who will ever pray?" (He certainly did _not_ at that moment.) I only meant to convey a piece of simple intelligence, which perhaps Mr. Haldane is ent.i.tled to in courtesy, and leave him to think and act as he would. But I told you I disliked doing even this; and I hesitated till I consulted your mother on the point after breakfast. She decided at once that I ought to do so. I own her look, as she said it, would have puzzled me, if I had not given up long ago trying to decipher "my lady"s" countenance. I imagine she expects not much will result. I"m sure _I_ don"t. But if Plutus were only to part with a poor thousand, it would help me to furnish two or three rooms prettily at the Abbey for you and your friends. My pet, you will look like Nell in the Curiosity Shop, in that dismal grey house, with its faded old-fashioned furniture."
Helen was accusing herself already of having been unjust and unkind. Her conscience smote her yet more keenly as her cousin spoke these last words. When she laid her hand on his mouth to stop him, it was half meant as a caress. Wyverne pressed the lithe white fingers against his lips, and made them linger there not unwillingly; but his mood, usually so equable and gay, had become strangely variable since yesterday. The dark hour came on suddenly now. His face seemed to gather anything but light from the bright loveliness on which he gazed. Helen"s hand was dropped almost abruptly, and he went on muttering low to himself, as if unconscious of her presence.
"Esau was wiser than I. He _sold_ his birthright at all events: I gave mine away. G.o.d help us! Instead of these miserable shifts and subterfuges, I ought at this moment to be talking about the fresh setting of my mother"s diamonds. I wonder who wore them at the last drawing-room! I took my own ruin too lightly. I suppose that is why it stands out so black and dismal, when I have brought another down to share it. Ah me! If the struggle and the remorse begin so early, what will the end be?"
She broke in quickly, her fingers trembling as she twined them in his, and her cheeks glowing with her pa.s.sionate earnestness.
"Alan, how can you speak so? Do you want to make me feel more selfish than I do already? I might have known what it would come to when you proposed selling Red Lancer, and I ought to have resisted then. You would sacrifice all your own pursuits and pleasures to me and my fancies, and you take nothing in return except"--(the word-music could scarcely be heard here)--"except--my my dear love. See, _I_ do not fear or doubt for one instant. Am I to teach you courage--you that I have always heard quoted for daring since I was a little child?"
We have read in the _Magic Ring_ how the draught mixed by Gerda, the sorceress, for Arinbiorn, before the great sea-king went forth to fight, doubled the strength of his arm and the sway of his battle-axe. Glamour more potent yet may be drawn from brilliant dark eyes, whose imperial light is softened, not subdued, by tears that are destined never to fall. A tamer spirit than Wyverne"s would have leapt up, ready for any contest, under the influence of Helen"s glance, when she finished speaking. Very scanty are the relics that abide with us of the old-time chivalry; but our dames and demoiselles still play their part as gallantly and gracefully as ever. Even "Sir Guy of the Dolorous Blast,"
when bound to the battle, will scarcely lack a maiden to brace on his armour.
Alan rose to his feet and leant over his cousin where she sate. He forgot to be ashamed of his own weakness; he felt so proud of his beautiful prize, as he wound his arm round her delicate waist and drew her close to his side, till the little head nestled on his shoulder and his lips touched her ear as they whispered,
"My own brave darling! you shall never have to revive me again. The dead past may bury its dead; my last moan is made; henceforward will we not hope, even against hope."
In spite of his newly-born confidence, he scarcely repressed a start and a shiver, as, looking up during the happy silence that ensued, he seemed to be answered by the earnest melancholy eyes of the last Baron Vavasour.
There are certain pictures, you know, whose gaze always follows you, however often you may change your position. This portrait was one of such. It ought to have been excepted from the other ancestors, when we spoke of the unconcern with which they regarded the proceedings of their descendants. It was a very remarkable face, as I have said before, and by far the most peculiar feature in it were those same eyes.
Notwithstanding their soft beauty, there was something dark and dangerous about them, as if the devil that lurked in their languid depths _would_ look out sometimes. They were just the eyes from which an Italian would dread the _jetta-tura_, seeming to threaten not only evil to others, but misfortune to their owner. In Fulke Vavasour"s life certainly both promises were amply fulfilled. If those scornful lips could have spoken now, one might have guessed at the import of the words.
"No change since my time. Those old commonplaces about faith and hope and love are not worn out yet; but it amuses me to hear them again now and then--not too often. I could repeat them glibly enough myself once, and perhaps I believed in them a little. I am wiser now, and so will you be, _beau cousin_, before you have done. I had my romance, of course.
You know how that was cut short one cold morning on Tower-hill; but you _don"t_ know where yours will end."
Some ideas like these shot across Wyverne"s mind, but he had no time to give them form or distinctness, even if he had wished to indulge in such absurdity, for one of the doors of the gallery opened just then, and though the drawing aside of the heavy _portiere_ gave them a moment"s grace, the cousins had scarcely time to resume an erect and decorous posture before their _tete-a-tete_ was ended.
CHAPTER VII.
MATED, NOT MATCHED.
The new-comer was an elderly man, in a clerical dress. His figure, originally ma.s.sive and powerful, had thickened and filled out of late years till little of fair proportion or activity remained. In his walk and general bearing there was the same la.s.situde and want of energy which spoilt his face. The features could never have been regularly handsome; they were too weakly moulded for _any_ style of beauty; but their natural expression was evidently meant to be kindly and genial.
This, too, had changed. There was a nervous, worried look about him, as of a man exposed to many vexations and annoyances. It was not grave enough to suggest any great sorrow. Geoffry Knowles"s story is very soon told. He was three or four years the Squire"s senior; but they had been great friends at college. Few of their old set were left when Geoffry went up to keep his "master"s term;" so, unluckily, he was a good deal thrown on his own resources. His evil genius lured him one day to a certain water-party, where he met Laura Harding, the handsome, flashy daughter of an Oxford attorney in large and very sharp practice, who speedily entangled him irretrievably. If Hubert Vavasour had been in the way, it might have been prevented. His thoroughbred instincts would have revolted from the intense vulgarity of the whole family, and the great influence he possessed over his friend"s facile mind would all have been exerted to free the latter from a connexion which could only prove disastrous and unhappy. Geoffry Knowles himself, the most indolent and un.o.bservant of men, saw from the first that the fair Laura"s _entourage_ was most objectionable; and certain incongruities (to use a mild term) in the lady"s own demeanour and dialect struck him now and then painfully, as they would have done any other man well-bred and well-born. But, though conscious of going down hill, he was too idle to try to struggle back again; and when the moment for the final plunge came, he took it resignedly, if not contentedly, expecting no countenance from any of his friends, as he had not sought their counsel.
Perhaps, after all, retractation would have been worse than vain. The wily lawyer might have said with the Sultan,
Dwells in my court-yard a falcon unhooded, And what he once clutches he never lets go.
Though Knowles was of an impoverished family and rather an extravagant turn, Mr. Harding knew he had powerful friends, first and foremost of whom was the Squire of Dene; so far he judged rightly. Hubert Vavasour not only disliked "hitting a man when he was down," but never would let him lie there without trying to help him up. So, in spite of the connexion which he thoroughly disapproved, as soon as the rectory of Dene fell vacant, he did not hesitate to offer it to his ancient comrade: it was one of those great family livings that are almost as valuable as a fat priory or abbey might have been; and thenceforth its rector wanted no comforts that affluence could supply. When this event occurred the Squire had been married about three years: he took the step without consulting his wife, or in all probability Lady Mildred would have interfered to some purpose. It was part of her creed never to waste either lamentations or reproaches on what was irrevocable; so she accepted the fact quite composedly, determining to judge for herself as to the feasibility of a.s.sociating with the new-comer, and to act accordingly.
Neither the Squire"s nor the rector"s wife ever forgot the first evening they met. Truth to say, "my lady" had prepared herself for a certain amount of vulgarity; but the reality so far transcended her expectations, that the shock was actually too much for her. She could not repress a slight shiver and shrinking sometimes, as Mrs. Knowles"s shrill, highly-pitched voice rattled in her ears, and her trained features did not always conceal wonder and aversion at certain words and gestures that grated horribly on her delicate sensibilities. The other"s sharp eyes detected every one of these unflattering signs, and she never forgot them: though long years had pa.s.sed and a reckoning-day had never come, the debt still remained, written out as legibly in her memory as Foscaro"s in Loredano"s tablets. That evening, when the visitors had taken their departure, the fair hostess leaned back wearily on her sofa and beckoned her husband to her side. When he came she laid her hand on his arm and looked up into his eyes rather plaintively, but not in the least reproachfully.
"Dear Hubert!" she said, "I fancy Mr. Knowles very much, and I hope he will come here whenever he likes. He may bring his wife four times a year (when you have some of those const.i.tuency dinners, you know); but, at any other time or place, I absolutely decline to entertain that fearful woman again!"
There was not a shade of anger, or even disdain, on the placid face, but he must have been a bolder man than Vavasour who would have argued the point with her then. Hubert knew that the fiat just issued by those beautiful lips, ever so little set, was irrevocable.
"She _is_ an awful infliction!" he a.s.sented, gravely; "I can"t call you unjust, dear Mildred. Indeed, I almost regret having brought her so near you. I must manage it with Geoffry as best I can; I should not like to lose his society. Poor fellow! I was very wroth when I first heard of his derogation--but I can do nothing but pity him now. If she affected us so disagreeably this evening, think what it must be to have to live with her all the year round! It is no use saying, "He"s used to it."
There are some nuisances one never gets indifferent to."
Lady Mildred shrugged her round white shoulders slightly, as though to intimate that Mr. Knowles"s domestic Nemesis was essentially _his_ concern; and so the matter ended.
It was not long before that worried, nervous expression, to which I have alluded, became the habitual one of poor Geoffry"s face. He never spoke of his troubles, even to Hubert Vavasour; but they must have been heavy, and almost incessant. His wife had captured him simply as a measure of expediency: she would have married him just as readily if he had been elderly and repulsive when she first saw him; she very soon got tired of keeping up affectionate appearances; indeed, that farce scarcely outlasted the honeymoon. The last phantasm of romance had ceased to haunt the dreary fireside, years and years ago. Laura"s sharp tongue and acid face were enough to scare away a legion of such sensitive elves. As soon as she found that their income was far more than sufficient for their wants she took severely to parsimony, and "screwed" to an extent scarcely credible. There never breathed a more liberal and openhanded man than Geoffry Knowles--it must have been a poor satisfaction to him to know that about thirty pounds per annum were saved by economy in beer alone, and that his servants"-hall was a byword throughout the county.
The wives of the squirearchy had been very kind and civil to her at first, and were not all inclined to follow the lead of the _grande dame_ at Dene; but they couldn"t stand her long, and one by one they fell off to a ceremonious distance, doing out their visits and invitations by measure and rule. This did not improve the lady"s temper, which was exacting and suspicious to a degree: she never would allow that she ever lost a friend or failed to make one by her own fault; though she had a pleasant habit of abusing people savagely to their nearest neighbours, so that it was about ten to one that every syllable came round to them.
They had one child--a son--who might have been some comfort to the Rector if his mother would have let him alone: but she a.s.serted her exclusive right to the child even before he was christened, insisting on calling him by her own family"s name--"Harding"--(some one said, "it was to commemorate an incomplete victory over the aspirates"); and maintained her ascendency over his mind by the simple process of abusing her husband to and before the boy, as soon as he was old enough to understand anything; it is needless to say there was always more distrust than sympathy between father and son.
So, you see, Geoffry Knowles had a good deal to fight against, and very little to fall back upon. His one consolation was, his neighbourhood to Dene: he clung fast to this, and would not let it go, in spite of incessant sarcasms levelled at his meanness of spirit for "always hanging about a house where his wife was not thought good enough to be invited:"--(she never missed one of those quarterly dinners, though). It was inexpressibly refreshing to get out of hearing of the shrill dissonant voice--ever querulous when not wrathful, and to share
The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies,
which one could always count on finding at Dene when its mistress or her daughters were to the fore. Those visits had the same effect on the unlucky rector, in calming and bracing his nerves, as change of air will work on an invalid who moves up from the close dank valley to the fresh mountain-side, where the breeze sweeps straight from the sea over crag, and heather, and tarn. Lady Mildred liked him--perhaps pitied him a little--in her own cool way, and the Squire was always glad to see him; so he came and went pretty much as he chose, till it would have been hard to say to which family he really most belonged. Helen was very fond of him; it would have been strange had it been otherwise, for he had petted her ever since he held her in his arms at the font, and, indeed, had lavished on her all the father-love of a kindly nature, which he was debarred from giving to his own child. As her loveliness ripened from bud to blossom under their eyes, no one could have said which was the proudest of their darling--the Rector or the Squire.
It rather spoils the romance of the thing--but, truth to say, there were other and much more material links in the chain that bound Geoffry Knowles so closely to Dene. He had always been of a convivial turn, and, from youth upwards, not averse or indifferent to the enjoyment of old wine and fat venison: of late years he had become ultra-canonical in his devotion to good cheer. I do not mean to imply that he drank hard or carried _gourmandise_ to excess; but certainly not one of Vavasour"s guests, whose name was legion, savoured more keenly the precious vintages that never ceased to flow from his cellars, or the master-strokes of the great artist who deigned to superintend the preparation of his banquets. Was it a despicable weakness? At all events, it was not an uncommon one. The world has not grown weary of trying that somewhat sensual anodyne, since Ulysses and his comrades revelled on the island-sh.o.r.e till the going down of the sun--
[Greek: dainymenoi krea t" aspeta kai methy hedy]
a few hours after he crept out of the Cyclops" cave, leaving the bones of six of his best and bravest behind; many bond-slaves since Sindbad, as the jocund juice rose to their brain, have forgotten for awhile that they carried a burden more hideous and heavy than the horrible Old Man of the Sea.
I have lingered much longer than I intended over the antecedents of the Rector; but as one or two members of his family play rather an important part in the story afterwards, there is some excuse for the interruption.
When Mr. Knowles entered the picture-gallery, he was evidently unaware that it held other occupants; he had advanced half way up its length, before Miss Vavasour"s gay dress, looking brighter in the strong sunlight, caught his eye; even then he had to resort to his gla.s.ses before he could make out who sat in the deep embrasure.
"This is a new whim, Helen," he said, as he turned towards them; "I never found you here in the morning before. Can you tell me where the Squire is? I want--"
He stopped abruptly, for he was near enough now for the fair face to tell its tale, and, short-sighted as he was, the rector saw the state of things instantly. A few steps--very different from his usual slow, deliberate pace--brought him into the oriel; he stooped and kissed Helen on her forehead, and then griped Wyverne"s hand hard, his lips moved twice before he could say, unsteadily and huskily, "I am so very, very glad!"
It was a simple and hearty congratulation enough, but it was the first that the fair _fiancee_ had had to encounter, and it threw her into considerable confusion, coming thus brusquely. To speak the truth, she "arose and fled away swiftly on her feet," covering her retreat with some indistinct murmur about going to find the Squire, and left her ally to bear the brunt of the battle alone. The Rector was not in the least vexed at her flight; he knew his pet too well to think that she could be ungracious; he only looked after her with a smile of pride and fondness as she glided away and disappeared through the curtained door, and then turned again to Alan.
"I have always dreamt of this," he said; "but so few of my good dreams come true that I scarcely hoped there would be an exception here. I am certain you will take all care of her; and how happy she will make you!
And how long has this been going on? You have kept your secret well, I own, but I am so blind that it is very easy to keep me in the dark."
There was a faint accent of melancholy, and a half reproach in the last few words, which did not escape Wyverne"s quick ear.
"My dear Rector, don"t be unjust. What do you mean by suspecting us of keeping secrets from _you_? You won"t give one time to tell you. We were all perfectly sober and sane till yesterday afternoon, when I lost my head riding in the Home Wood; and everybody has been following my lead ever since, for I ought to be crushed on the spot instead of encouraged.
You see I"m like other maniacs; they always know their companions are mad, and tell you so--don"t they?"
"Imprudent, perhaps, but not insane," the other said, heartily; "and is "my lady" as bad as the rest of you?"
"Well, not exactly; for, though she refused nothing, she was wise enough to stipulate that the time of our marriage should not be fixed until a year had pa.s.sed. I believe Aunt Mildred likes me, but I don"t think her partiality quite blinds her to my disadvantages."
It would have been hard to decide from Wyverne"s face, whether he spoke in earnest or irony; but there was no mistaking the expression of the Rector"s; disappointment was written there very legibly.