Dorothy listened attentively while John on the opposite side of the gate discoursed limpingly on the above-named themes; and although in former interviews she had found those topics quite interesting, upon that occasion she had come to Bowling Green Gate to listen to something else and was piqued not to hear it. After ten or fifteen minutes she said demurely:--
"I may not remain here longer. I shall be missed at the Hall. I regained my liberty but yesterday, and father will be suspicious of me during the next few days. I must be watchful and must have a care of my behavior."
John summoned his wits and might have spoken his mind freely had he not feared to say too much. Despite Dorothy"s witchery, honor, conscience, and prudence still bore weight with him, and they all dictated that he should cling to the shreds of his resolution and not allow matters to go too far between him and this fascinating girl. He was much in love with her; but Dorothy had reached at a bound a height to which he was still climbing.
Soon John, also, was to reach the pinnacle whence honor, conscience, and prudence were to be banished.
"I fear I must now leave you," said Dorothy, as darkness began to gather.
"I hope I may soon see you again," said John.
"Sometime I will see you if--if I can," she answered with downcast eyes.
"It is seldom I can leave the Hall alone, but I shall try to come here at sunset some future day." John"s silence upon a certain theme had given offence.
"I cannot tell you how greatly I thank you," cried John.
"I will say adieu," said Dorothy, as she offered him her hand through the bars of the gate. John raised the hand gallantly to his lips, and when she had withdrawn it there seemed no reason for her to remain. But she stood for a moment hesitatingly. Then she stooped to reach into her pocket while she daintily lifted the skirt of her gown with the other hand and from the pocket drew forth a great iron key.
"I brought this key, thinking that you might wish to unlock the gate--and come to--to this side. I had great difficulty in taking it from the forester"s closet, where it has been hanging for a hundred years or more."
She showed John the key, returned it to her pocket, made a courtesy, and moved slowly away, walking backward.
"Mistress Vernon," cried John, "I beg you to let me have the key."
"It is too late, now," said the girl, with downcast eyes. "Darkness is rapidly falling, and I must return to the Hall."
John began to climb the gate, but she stopped him. He had thrown away his opportunity.
"Please do not follow me, Sir John," said she, still moving backward. "I must not remain longer."
"Only for one moment," pleaded John.
"No," the girl responded, "I--I may, perhaps, bring the key when I come again. I am glad, Sir John, that you came to meet me this evening." She courtesied, and then hurried away toward Haddon Hall. Twice she looked backward and waved her hand, and John stood watching her through the bars till her form was lost to view beneath the crest of Bowling Green Hill.
""I brought this key, thinking that you might wish to unlock the gate and come to this side,"" muttered John, quoting the girl"s words. "Compared with you, John Manners, there is no other fool in this world." Then meditatively: "I wonder if she feels toward me as I feel toward her?
Surely she does. What other reason could bring her here to meet me unless she is a brazen, wanton creature who is for every man." Then came a jealous thought that hurt him like the piercing of a knife. It lasted but a moment, however, and he continued muttering to himself: "If she loves me and will be my wife, I will--I will ... In G.o.d"s name what will I do? If I were to marry her, old Vernon would kill her, and I--I should kill my father."
Then John mounted his horse and rode homeward the unhappiest happy man in England. He had made perilous strides toward that pinnacle sans honor, sans caution, sans conscience, sans everything but love.
That evening while we were walking on the battlements, smoking, John told me of his interview with Dorothy and extolled her beauty, grace, and winsomeness which, in truth, as you know, were matchless. But when he spoke of "her sweet, shy modesty," I came near to laughing in his face.
"Did she not write a letter asking you to meet her?" I asked.
"Why--y-e-s," returned John.
"And," I continued, "has she not from the first sought you?"
"It almost seems to be so," answered John, "but notwithstanding the fact that one might say--might call--that one might feel that her conduct is--that it might be--you know, well--it might be called by some persons not knowing all the facts in the case, immodest--I hate to use the word with reference to her--yet it does not appear to me to have been at all immodest in Mistress Vernon, and, Sir Malcolm, I should be deeply offended were any of my friends to intimate--"
"Now, John," I returned, laughing at him, "you could not, if you wished, make me quarrel with you; and if you desire it, I will freely avow my firm belief in the fact that my cousin Dorothy is the flower of modesty. Does that better suit you?"
I could easily see that my bantering words did not suit him at all; but I laughed at him, and he could not find it in his heart to show his ill-feeling.
"I will not quarrel with you," he returned; "but in plain words, I do not like the tone in which you speak of her. It hurts me, and I do not believe you would wilfully give me pain."
"Indeed, I would not," I answered seriously.
"Mistress Vernon"s conduct toward me," John continued, "has been gracious.
There has been no immodesty nor boldness in it."
I laughed again and said: "I make my humble apologies to her Majesty, Queen Dorothy. But in all earnestness, Sir John, you are right: Dorothy is modest and pure. As for her conduct toward you, there is a royal quality about beauty such as my cousin possesses which gives an air of graciousness to acts that in a plainer girl would seem bold. Beauty, like royalty, has its own prerogatives."
For a fortnight after the adventures just related, John, in pursuance of his oft-repeated resolution not to see Dorothy, rode every evening to Bowling Green Gate; but during that time he failed to see her, and the resolutions, with each failure, became weaker and fewer.
One evening, after many disappointments, John came to my room bearing in his hands a letter which he said Jennie Faxton had delivered to him at Bowling Green Gate.
"Mistress Vernon," said John, "and Lady Madge Stanley will ride to Derby-town to-morrow. They will go in the Haddon Hall coach, and Dawson will drive. Mistress Vernon writes to me thus:--
""To SIR JOHN MANNERS:--
""My good wishes and my kind greeting. Lady Madge Stanley, my good aunt, Lady Crawford, and myself do intend journeying to Derby-town to-morrow. My aunt, Lady Crawford, is slightly ill, and although I should much regret to see her sickness grow greater, yet if ill she must be, I do hope that her worst day will be upon the morrow, in which case she could not accompany Lady Madge and me. I shall nurse my good aunt carefully this day, and shall importune her to take plentifully of physic that she may quickly recover her health--after to-morrow. Should a gentleman ask of Will Dawson, who will be in the tap-room of the Royal Arms at eleven o"clock of the morning, Dawson will be glad to inform the gentleman concerning Lady Crawford"s health. Let us hope that the physic will cure Lady Crawford--by the day after to-morrow at furthest. The said Will Dawson may be trusted.
With great respect,
DOROTHY VERNON.""
"I suppose the gentleman will be solicitous concerning Lady Crawford"s health to-morrow morning at eleven o"clock," said I.
"The gentleman is now solicitous concerning Lady Crawford"s health,"
answered John, laughingly. "Was there ever a lady more fair and gracious than Mistress Vernon?"
I smiled with a superior air at John"s weakness, being, as you know, entirely free from his complaint myself, and John continued:--
"Perhaps you would call Mistress Dorothy bold for sending me this letter?"
"It is redolent with shyness," I answered. "But would you really wish poor Lady Crawford to be ill that you might witness Mistress Dorothy"s modesty?"
"Please don"t jest on that subject," said John, seriously. "I would wish anything, I fear, that would bring me an opportunity to see her, to look upon her face, and to hear her voice. For her I believe I would sacrifice every one who is dear to me. One day she shall be mine--mine at whatever cost--if she will be. If she will be. Ah, there is the rub! If she will be. I dare not hope for that."
"I think," said I, "that you really have some little cause to hope."
"You speak in the same tone again. Malcolm, you do not understand her. She might love me to the extent that I sometimes hope; but her father and mine would never consent to our union, and she, I fear, could not be induced to marry me under those conditions. Do not put the hope into my heart."
"You only now said she should be yours some day," I answered.
"So she shall," returned John, "so she shall."
"But Lady Madge is to be with her to-morrow," said I, my own heart beating with an ardent wish and a new-born hope, "and you may be unable, after all, to see Mistress Dorothy."
"That is true," replied John. "I do not know how she will arrange matters, but I have faith in her ingenuity."