"I think we had better be turning homewards," she said, gravely; "I feel tired already, and I am sure we shall see nothing more to-day."
From Miss Vavasour"s flushing cheek, and the impatient way in which she gathered up the reins and turned her ponies, it was easy to guess that she did not wish her thoughts to be too closely scanned just then. But before they had driven three hundred yards, she was musing again. At last her lips moved involuntarily. Maud Brabazon"s quick ear caught a low, piteous whisper--"I don"t think he even saw me"--and then a weary, helpless sigh. In just such a sigh may have been breathed the dying despair of that unhappy Scottish maiden, who pined so long for the coming of her lover from beyond the sea, and whose worn-out heart broke when he rode in under the archway without marking the wave of her kerchief, or looking up at her window.
It was a very silent drive homewards. One of those two had good right to be pensive. Last night, Lord Clydesdale, utterly vanquished and intoxicated by her beauty, spoke out, right plainly. The day of grace that Helen claimed for reflection is half gone already, and the irrevocable answer mast be given to-morrow.
Shall we say--as they said in olden times to criminals called upon to plead--"So G.o.d send you good deliverance?" Truly it was a kindly, courteous formula enough; but I fancy it carried little meaning to the minds of the judge or jury, and little comfort to the heavy heart of the attainted traitor.
Throughout the country side that night men seemed unable to talk long about anything, without recurring to the morning"s run and the feat which had made it so singularly remarkable. Even Clydesdale did not venture to dissent or show discontent when Wyverne"s nerve and judgment were praised up to the skies; he only swelled sulkily, and indulged under his breath in a whole string of his favourite curses, registering another involuntary offence against the name he hated so bitterly. Red Lancer came in for his full share of the glory; they discussed his points and perfections one by one, till you might have drawn his portrait without ever having seen him. He was as famous now, as that mighty war-horse of whom the quaint old ballad sings--
So grete he was, of back so brode, So wight and warily he trode, On earth was not his peer; Ne horse in land that was so tall; The knight him cleped "Lancivall,"
But lords at board and grooms in stall Cleped him--"Grand Destrere."
In the servants"-hall at Beaupre Lodge, the witness of the feat thus expressed himself, an honest admiration lighting up for once his hard, rough-hewn face--
"It"s very lucky I ain"t a young "oman of fortun" (signs of unanimous adhesion from his audience, especially from the feminine division). "Ah, you may laugh. If I was, I"d follow Sir Alan right over the world, without his asking of me, if it was only for the pleasure of blacking his boots."
After this, who will say that "derring-do" is not still held in honour, or that hero-worship has vanished out of the land?
CHAPTER XX.
QUAM DEUS VULT PERDERE.
The noon of night is past, and Helen Vavasour is alone in her chamber, without a thought of sleep. In truth, the damsel is exceeding fair to look upon--though it is a picture over which we dare not linger--as she leans back, half reclining, on the low couch near the hearth; a loose dressing-robe of blue cashmere faced with quilted white satin, draping her figure gracefully, without concealing its grand outlines: her slender feet, in dainty velvet slippers broidered with seed-pearl, crossed with an unstudied coquetry that displays the arched instep ravishingly; a torrent of shining dark hair falling over neck and shoulder; a thin line of pearly teeth showing through the scarlet lips that are slightly parted; the light of burning embers reflected in her deep eyes, that seem trying to read the secrets of the Future in the red recesses and the fitful flames.
She had been musing thus for many minutes, when a quick step came across the corridor; there was a gentle tap at the door, and it opened to admit Mrs. Brabazon.
"I thought I should find you up," she said. "I"m strangely wakeful to-night, Helen, and very much disposed to talk. Do you mind my staying here till you or I feel more sleepy?"
Miss Vavasour a.s.sented eagerly; indeed, she was rather glad of an excuse for breaking off her "maiden meditation;" so she established her visitor in the most luxurious chair she could find, not without a caress of welcome.
Nevertheless, in spite of their conversational inclinations, neither seemed in a particular hurry to make a start; and, for some minutes, there was rather an embarra.s.sed silence. At length Mrs. Brabazon looked up and spoke suddenly.
"Helen, what answer do you mean to give to the Great Earl to-morrow?
Don"t open your eyes wonderingly; I drew my own conclusions from what I saw last night. Besides, Lady Mildred is perfectly well informed; though she has not said a word to you, she has spoken to me about it, and asked me to help the good cause with my counsel and advice, if I could find time and occasion. Shall I begin?"
She spoke lightly; but the grave anxiety on her face belied her tone.
Miss Vavasour"s thoughts had been devoted so exclusively to one subject, that its abrupt introduction now did not startle her at all. Her smile was cold and somewhat disdainful, as she replied--
"Thank you, very much. But it is hardly worth while to go through all the advantages of the alliance; I have had a full and complete catalogue of them already. They chose Max for an amba.s.sador, and I a.s.sure you he discharged his duties quite conscientiously, and did not spare me a single detail; he was nearly eloquent sometimes; and I never saw him so near enthusiasm as when he described the Clydesdale diamonds. He made me understand too, very plainly, that the fortunes of our family depended a good deal upon me. Did you know that we are absolutely ruined, and have hardly a right, now, to call Dene ours?"
Ah, woe and dishonour! Is it Helen"s voice that is speaking? Have twelve months changed the frank, impulsive girl into a calculating, worldly woman, a pupil that her own mother might be proud of? For all the emotion or interest she betrays, she might be a princess, wooed by proxy, to be the bride of a king whom she has never seen.
Some such thoughts as these rushed across Maud Brabazon"s mind, as she listened; great fear and pity rose up in her kind heart, till her eyes could scarcely refrain from tears.
"I had heard something of this," she said, sadly; "though I did not know things were so desperate. There are a hundred arguments that would urge you to say--Yes, and only two or three to make you say--No. It is absolutely the most brilliant match in England. You will have the most perfect establishment that ever was dreamt of, and we shall all envy you intensely; it has been contemplated for you, and you have expected the proposal yourself for months; I know all that. Yesterday--I should not have thought it probable you could hesitate; to-day--I do beg and pray you to pause. I think you will be in great danger if you marry the Earl.
Have you deceived yourself into believing that you love him?"
"I don"t deceive myself; and I have never deceived him. He is ready and willing to take what I can give, and expects no more, I am certain. I do not love Lord Clydesdale; and I am not even sure that we shall suit each other. But he is anxious to make the trial, and I--am content. I know that I shall try honestly to do my duty as his wife, if he will let me.
That is all. Time works wonders, they say; it may do something for us both."
Still the same slow, distinct utterance; the same formal, constrained manner; as if she were repeating a lesson thoroughly learnt by rote.
Maud Brabazon was only confirmed in her purpose to persevere to the uttermost in her warning.
"I have no right to advise," she said; "and moral preaching comes with an ill grace, I dare say, from my foolish lips. But indeed--indeed--I only speak because I like you sincerely, and I would save you if I could. One may deceive oneself about the past, as well as the future.
Are you sure that you can forget? Are you sure that an old love has not the mastery still? Helen, if I were your mother I would not trust you."
The girl"s cheek flushed brightly--less in confusion than in anger.
"You need have no false delicacy, Maud. If you mean that I shall never love any one as I have loved Alan, if you mean that I still care for him more than for any living creature, you are quite right. But it is all over between us, for ever and ever. We shall always be cousins henceforth--no more; he said so himself. If a word could make us all we once were, I don"t think I would speak it; I am sure _he_ never would.
But, my dear, it does surprise me beyond everything, to hear _you_ arguing on the romantic side. You never could have worshipped Mr.
Brabazon, before or after marriage; and yet you amuse yourself better than any one I know."
Miss Vavasour"s quick temper--always impatient of contradiction--was in the ascendant just then, or she would scarcely have uttered that last taunt. She bitterly repented it when she saw the other cower under the blow, bowing her head into her clasped hands, humbly and sorrowfully.
When Maud looked up, not one of the many who had admired and loved her radiant face would have recognised it in its pale resolve.
"You only spoke the truth, Helen. Don"t be penitent; but listen as patiently as you can. At least, my example shall not encourage you in running into danger. I will tell you a secret that I meant to carry to my grave. You incur a greater risk than ever I did; see, how it has fared with me. It is quite true that I did not love my husband when I accepted him; but I had never known even a serious fancy for any one else. I imagined I was hardened enough to be safe in making a conventional marriage. And so--so it went on well enough for some years; but my falsehood was punished at last. They say, it is sharp pain when frozen blood begins to circulate; ah, Helen--trust me--it is worse still, when one"s heart wakes up. I cannot tell you how it came about with me. He never tried to make me flirt, like the rest of them; but when he spoke to me, his voice always changed and softened. He never tried to monopolize me, but wherever I went, he was sure to be; and, some nights, when I was more wild and mischievous than usual, I could see wonder and pity in his great melancholy eyes: they began to haunt me, those eyes; and I began to miss him and feel disappointed and lonely, if an evening pa.s.sed without our meeting. But I never betrayed myself, till one night Geoffrey told me, suddenly, that he was to sail in four days for the coast of Africa. I could not help trembling all over, and I knew that my face was growing white and cold; I looked up in his--just for one second--and I read his secret, and confessed mine. He had mercy on my weakness--G.o.d rewarded him for it!--he only asked for a flower that I wore, when I would have given him my life or my soul; for I was wicked and mad, that night. It was so like him: I know he would never tempt me: he would save me from going wrong if it cost him his heart"s blood. Fevers and horrors of all sorts beset them on that coast: I might read Geoffrey"s death in the next _Gazette_, and yet--his lips have not touched my hand. You say I amuse myself. Do you know, that I must have light, and society, and excitement, or I should go mad? I dare not sit at home and think for an hour. I have to feed my miserable vanity, to keep my conscience quiet. I am pure in act and deed, and no one can whisper away my honour; but in thought I am viler than many outcasts--treacherous, and sinning every day, not only against my marriage vow, but against _him_. I often wish I were dead, but I am not fit to die."
She had fallen forward as she spoke, and lay p.r.o.ne with her head buried in Helen"s lap--a wreck of womanhood in her abas.e.m.e.nt and self-contempt.
The wind, that had been rising gustily for hours past, swelled into fury just then, driving the sleet against the cas.e.m.e.nts like showers of small-shot, and howling savagely through the cedars as though in mockery of the stricken heart"s wail. Maud Brabazon shivered and lifted up her wild scared face--
"Do you hear _that_?" said she, "I never sleep when a gale is blowing.
The other night Bertie Grenvil was pleading his very best; I answered at random, and I daresay I laughed nervously; he fancied it was because his words had confused me. I was only thinking--what the weather might be on the Western coast, for a gust like that last was sweeping by. Ah, Helen, darling! do listen and be warned in time; if you don"t see your danger, pause and reflect, if only for my sake. Have I made my miserable confession in vain."
Miss Vavasour"s expression was set and steadfast as ever, though tears swam in her eyes; she leant down and clasped her soft white arms round Maud Brabazon"s neck, and pressed a pitiful tender kiss on the poor humbled head.
"Not in vain, dearest!" she whispered; "I shall always love and trust you henceforth, because I know you thoroughly. But I cannot go back. It is too late now, even if I would. I hope I shall be able to do my duty; at least I need not fear the peril of ever loving again. I must accept Lord Clydesdale to-morrow."
Maud drew quickly out of the close embrace, and threw herself back, burying her face in her hands once more; when she uncovered it, it was possessed by nothing but a blank white despair.
"The punishment is coming!" she said; "I can do harm enough, but I can do no good, if I try ever so hard--that is clear. I will help you always to the uttermost of my power; but we will never speak of this again."
She rose directly afterwards, and after the exchange of a long caress--somewhat mechanical on one side--quitted the room with a vague uncertain step. So Helen"s very last chance was cast away, and she was left to the enjoyment of her prospects and her dreams.
The decisive interview came off on the following morning. There was not a pretence of romance throughout. Lord Clydesdale manifested a proper amount of eagerness and _empress.e.m.e.nt_; Helen was perfectly cool and imperial; nevertheless, the suitor seemed more than satisfied. The negotiation was laid in due form before the Squire and Lady Mildred in the course of the day. To do the Earl justice, he had never been n.i.g.g.ardly or captious in finance, and his liberality now was almost ostentatiously magnificent. By some means or other he had been made perfectly aware of the state of affairs at Dene. Besides superb proposals of dower and pin-money, he offered to advance, at absurdly moderate interest, enough to clear off all the enc.u.mbrances on the Vavasour property; and the whole of the sum was to be settled on younger children--in default of these, to be solely at Helen"s disposal.
The poor Squire, though not taken by surprise, was fairly overwhelmed.
The temptation of comparatively freeing the dear old house and domain would have proved nearly irresistible even to a stronger mind and will; still, he felt far from comfortable. He did try to salve his unquiet conscience by requiring an interview with his daughter, and seeking therein to arrive at the real state of her heart. It was an honest offer of self-sacrifice, but really a very safe one. Helen did not betray the faintest regret or constraint; so Hubert Vavasour resigned himself, not unwillingly, to the timely rescue. I have not patience to linger over Lady Mildred"s intense undemonstrative triumph.
It was settled that the marriage should take place early in the spring.
All the preliminaries went on swiftly and smoothly, as golden wheels will run when thoroughly adjusted and oiled. Miss Vavasour behaved admirably; she accepted numberless congratulations, gratefully and gracefully; in the intercourse with her _fiance_ she evinced no prudery or undue reserve, but nevertheless contrived to repress the Earl"s enthusiasm within very endurable limits.
Only one scene occurred, before the wedding, which is worth recording; it is rather a characteristic one. Perhaps you have forgotten that, in the second chapter of this eventful history, there was mentioned the name of one Schmidt, a mighty iron founder of Newmanham, who had bought up all the mortgages on Dene? His intention had been evident from the first; and just about the time of the last affiancement, his lawyers gave notice that he meant to call in the money or foreclose without mercy.
Now the Squire, though he naturally exulted, as a Gentile and a landed proprietor, in the discomfiture of the Hebrew capitalist, would have allowed things to be arranged quietly, in the regular professional way.