Cardo stood still. Was this the meeting he had pictured to himself a thousand times? Had her troubles unhinged her mind? Was she distraught?
"What is it, Valmai, my darling, that has changed you so? What is that cold, haughty look on your face? I am Cardo, dearest--your own Cardo!
come back to explain everything to you, and to clasp you in his loving arms," and again he approached as if to embrace her.
"Stand back," said Gwladys once more. "If you come a step nearer, I will call for help from the house."
"No, no," said Cardo, "do not do that. I will obey you, dearest; but tell me what is the meaning of this change in you? Oh, Valmai! has your love indeed perished? Have you forgotten the happy past, the walks by the Berwen, the fortnight at Fordsea? I have been ill, dearest--have lain unconscious for months in a hospital; but I swear that, from the moment I left you until now, every conscious thought, every fibre of my being, every chord of memory has been faithful to you, and to you alone! Come and sit on this bench. Five minutes will explain all to you, and I will not believe that my Valmai can have become the cold and heartless girl you seem to be."
But Gwladys continued standing, and looking at him with eyes in which scorn and contempt were but too plainly visible.
"Good heavens, Valmai!" said Cardo, with clenched hands, the cold sweat breaking out on his face; "do you remember it is a man"s very soul you are trifling with? Do you know what a man"s heart is? what his love means--such love as mine?"
"Such love as yours!" said Gwladys coldly. "Such love, indeed! that could lead an innocent girl into the path of deceit and dishonour; that could leave her then to bear desertion and the cold scorn of the world, alone and friendless; and now to return, and expect to find her unchanged and still blinded to the truth!"
"Valmai!" said Cardo, his hot Welsh blood suffusing his dark face with pa.s.sion, "you could never have loved me. Do the strong bonds that united us count for nothing? Does that little green mound in the churchyard count for nothing? No! you never could have loved me; and yet--you did!"
"If I ever did," said Gwladys, "the love is dead. I feel no more interest in you now than I do in yonder ploughman."
"Girl, you are my wife," said Cardo, who was trembling with a mixture of anger and wounded love. "You are mine by every law of G.o.d and man, and I will not let you go." Then suddenly changing into a tone of excited entreaty, he said, "Come, darling, trust me once more, and I will bring back the light of love into those frozen eyes, and I will kiss back warmth into those haughty lips."
"Away!" said Gwladys.
"Do you wish, then, never to see me again?"
"Never!" she said. "My greatest wish is never to see you or hear of you again!"
Cardo sank on the garden seat, feeling himself more perfectly unmanned than he had ever been before. He had built such fair castles of hope, the ruin was so great; he had dreamt such dreams of happiness--and the awakening was so bitter!
Gwladys saw the storm of feeling which had overwhelmed him, and for a moment her voice softened.
"I am sorry for you," she said; "but I have given you my answer."
The slight tone of tenderness in her voice seemed to restore Cardo to life. He crossed the velvet path, and, laying hold of her hands, which she in vain tried to wrest from his grasp.
"You are mine!" he said, "and I challenge heaven and earth to take you from me!"
"It is base and dishonourable," said Gwladys, still struggling in his grasp, "to frighten a friendless girl and force your presence upon her."
But Cardo"s grasp was suddenly relaxed. Dropping his arms at his sides, and going back a step or two, he stood aside to let her pa.s.s.
His long-tried temper had over-mastered him, as with a scornful voice he spoke for the last time.
"One word before you go--dishonourable! not even _you_ shall call me that twice. Some strange cloud is over you--you are not the same Valmai that walked with me beside the Berwen. You cannot kill my love, but you have turned it to-night into gall and bitterness. I will _never_ intrude my presence upon you again. Go through life if you can, forgetting the past; I will never disturb the even tenor of your way. And if, in the course of time, we may cross each other"s paths, do not fear that I, by word or sing, will ever show that we have met before."
"I hold you to that promise," said Gwladys haughtily. And she pa.s.sed on in the deepening twilight, under the fir trees, Cardo looking after her with an aching heart.
She met Mrs. Power on the stairs.
"You have been a long time, dear; I hope you haven"t taken cold."
"Oh! no, I will be down directly; it must be near dinner-time."
She walked steadily up the broad staircase, and into her own room; but once there, she threw herself on the couch, and buried her face in the cushions.
"Oh! Valmai, my sister!" she sobbed, "what have I not borne for you to-night! I have kept to my determination; but oh! I did not know it would be so hard! You shall never more be troubled with this man; you are beginning to find peace and joy in life, and you shall never again be exposed to his cruel wiles. But oh! Valmai, having seen him I forgive you; he can pretend to be pa.s.sionately and truly in love with you! but he is false, like every other man! He left you in despair and disgrace; or what did he mean by "the little mound in the churchyard"?
Oh! Valmai, what have you suffered? But now I have saved you, darling, from further temptation from him. G.o.d grant my cruel deception may bear good fruit for you, my sister!"
It was late on the evening of the next day when Cardo reached Caer Madoc, and, hiring a carriage from there, was driven over the old familiar road to Abersethin. The wind blue keenly over the brown, bare hills, the grey clouds hurried from the north over the pale evening sky, one brilliant star shone out like a golden gem before him. Once he would have admired its beauty, now the sight of it only awoke more poignantly the memory of his meeting with Valmai in the "Velvet Walk,"
and with a frown he withdrew his gaze from it. Here was the spot where he had first seen her! here was the bridge upon which they had shared their ginger-bread! and oh! cruellest of all sounds, there was the Berwen gurgling and lisping below, as though there were no breaking hearts in the world!
On the brow of the hill they saw the lights of Brynderyn.
"I will get out here," he said; "you need not drive down these rough roads; I shall enjoy the walk." And as he paid his fare, the driver wondered "what had come to Mr. Cardo Wynne, who was used to be such a jolly young man! That voyage to Owstrallia done him no good whatever!"
And as he turned his carriage round, he muttered to himself, with a shake of his head, "I heard some odd story about him and that purty young niece of Essec Powell"s the preacher."
Arrived at Brynderyn, Cardo found his father and uncle and aunt seated round a blazing fire in the old parlour, which had not looked so cheerful for years. They had been recalling old memories and events of the past, and when Cardo"s footsteps were heard in the pa.s.sage, they turned with expectant eyes towards the door. When he entered the room, pushing his fingers through his hair as was his habit, he was silent and grave.
"Well, well!" said the whole party at once, "have you found Valmai?"
"Yes, father, I have found my wife," he answered, in measured and serious tones; "but she is unforgiving, and refuses to have anything more to say to me. In fact, I have heard from her own lips that she no longer loves me! There is nothing more to be said. I have come back to my old home, to work again on the farm, to try to pick up the threads of my past life, and to make your life happier for my presence."
"Cardo, my dear boy," said the old man, rising as if in reverence for his son"s grief, "is this possible? I do indeed feel for you."
"Oh, nonsense," said Lewis Wynne, "it is only a lover"s quarrel; you will make it up before long. I will go to the girl, and make it all right for you."
"If you wish to do me a kindness, uncle, and you, too, dear aunt, you will never mention the subject to me or to anyone else. It is a thing of the past; let us bury it out of sight and hearing."
"We will do what you wish, my dear boy; but I am afraid, amongst these gossiping villagers, you will often hear the subject alluded to in joke or in earnest."
"Oh! I quite expect that," said Cardo, with an attempt at a laugh, but it was a sorry attempt. "I am not going to play the _role_ of a love-sick swain, my grief will be buried too deep for a careless touch to reach it, and I hope I shall not forget I am a man. I have also the comfort of knowing that my sorrow is the consequence of my misfortunes and not of my faults."
Soon things seemed to fall into the old groove at Brynderyn, as far as Cardo and his father were concerned, except that that which had been wanting before, namely, a warm and loving understanding between them, now reigned in both their hearts, and sweetened their daily intercourse. The west parlour and all the rooms on that side of the house, which had been unused for so many years, were opened up again, and delivered over to the care of Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Wynne, who kept their own establishment there, thus avoiding the necessity of interfering with Meurig Wynne"s eccentric habits, and still enabling them to meet round the cheerful hearth in the evening, or whenever they chose.
As for Cardo, he threw all his energies into the busy work of the farm--the earliest in the field in the morning, the latest to leave it at night, nothing was too small for his supervision, no work was too hard for him to undertake; and though he declared he was well, quite well, still, it was evident to those around him that he was overtaxing his strength. The flashing light had gone out of those black eyes, the spring from his gait, the softness from his voice. He paid frequent visits to Nance"s cottage, always returning across the corner of the churchyard. The stone-cutter had kept his promise, and had added the surname of "Wynne" on the little cross, and Cardo read it over and over again, with a sort of pleasurable sorrow. The banks of the Berwen he avoided entirely, the thought of wandering there alone was intolerable to him. Every bird which sang, every flower that nodded at him, the whispering river, everything would ask him, "Where is Valmai?" And what answer could he give to his own aching heart which echoed the question, "Where is Valmai? Gone--worse than gone! changed, she whom I thought was the counterpart of my own unchangeable nature. No, no, anywhere but by the banks of the Berwen!" And he plodded on at his work, doing his best to regain the placid calmness, though not the bright joyousness of his life, before he met Valmai. But in vain; the summer found him languid and depressed in spirits. It was Shoni who first suggested to him the idea of a change of scene and companionship.
A strange friendship had grown up between these two men. Shoni had been kind and tender to Valmai in her sorrow, and seemed to belong to the bright, happy past which was gone for ever.
"Where that Mr. Gwynne Ellis wa.s.s ussed to be with you at Brynderyn?
Very good sort, indeed! Why you not go and stop with him a bit, and bring him back here with you?"
Cardo thought the matter over silently, while Shoni whittled a stake for a hay band.
"I think I will, Shoni; I feel I must go away from here for a time."
"Yes, you so rich there"s no need for you to work like you do."
"No--that"s the worst of it," said Cardo; "I feel my hard work is benefiting n.o.body."
"Iss, benefit you, cos it help to fill your mind."
"Yes, but I am tired of myself," and Cardo heaved a deep sigh. "Well, it"s no use grumbling and grunting, Shoni, and if you don"t see me about next week you will know where I am gone to."