"Don"t deny it, Malcolm. Damme, you are as shy as a boy in this matter.
But perhaps you know better than I how to go at her. I was thinking only the other day that your course was probably the right one. Doll, I suspect, has a dash of her old father"s temper, and she may prove a little troublesome unless we let her think she is having her own way. Oh, there is nothing like knowing how to handle them, Malcolm. Just let them think they are having their own way and--and save trouble. Doll may have more of her father in her than I suspect, and perhaps it is well for us to move slowly. You will be able to judge, but you must not move too slowly. If in the end she should prove stubborn, we will break her will or break her neck. I would rather have a daughter in Bakewell churchyard than a wilful, stubborn, disobedient huzzy in Haddon Hall."
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Sir George had been drinking, and my slip concerning the gift pa.s.sed unnoticed by him.
"I am sure you well know how to proceed in this matter, but don"t be too cautious, Malcolm; the best woman living loves to be stormed."
"Trust me," I answered, "I shall speak--" and my words unconsciously sank away to thought, as thought often, and inconveniently at times, grows into words.
"Dorothy, Dorothy," said the thoughts again and again, "where came you by the golden heart?" and "where learned you so villanously to lie?"
"From love," was the response, whispered by the sighing winds. "From love, that makes men and women like unto G.o.ds and teaches them the tricks of devils." "From love," murmured the dry rustling leaves and the rugged trees. "From love," sighed the fleecy clouds as they floated in the sweet restful azure of the vaulted sky. "From love," cried the mighty sun as he poured his light and heat upon the eager world to give it life. I would not give a fig for a woman, however, who would not lie herself black in the face for the sake of her lover, and I am glad that it is a virtue few women lack. One who would scorn to lie under all other circ.u.mstances would--but you understand. I suppose that Dorothy had never before uttered a real lie. She hated all that was evil and loved all that was good till love came a-teaching.
I quickly invented an excuse to leave Sir George, and returned to the Hall to seek Dorothy. I found her and asked her to accompany me for a few minutes that I might speak with her privately. We went out upon the terrace and I at once began:--
"You should tell me when I present you gifts that I may not cause trouble by my ignorance nor show surprise when I suddenly learn what I have done.
You see when a man gives a lady a gift and he does not know it, he is apt to--"
"Holy Virgin!" exclaimed Dorothy, pale with fear and consternation. "Did you--"
"No, I did not betray you, but I came perilously near it."
"I--I wanted to tell you about it. I tried several times to do so--I did so long to tell somebody, but I could not bring myself to speak. I was full of shame, yet I was proud and happy, for all that happened was good and pure and sacred. You are not a woman; you cannot know--"
"But I do know. I know that you saw Manners the other day, and that he gave you a golden heart."
"How did you know? Did any one--"
"Tell me? No. I knew it when you returned after five hours" absence, looking radiant as the sun."
"Oh!" the girl exclaimed, with a startled movement.
"I also knew," I continued, "that at other times when you rode out upon Dolcy you had not seen him."
"How did you know?" she asked, with quick-coming breath.
"By your ill-humor," I answered.
"I knew it was so. I felt that everybody knew all that I had been doing. I could almost see father and Madge and you--even the servants--reading the wickedness written upon my heart. I knew that I could hide it from n.o.body." Tears were very near the girl"s eyes.
"We cannot help thinking that our guilty consciences, through which we see so plainly our own evil, are transparent to all the world. In that fact lies an evil-doer"s greatest danger," said I, preacher fashion; "but you need have no fear. What you have done I believe is suspected by no one save me."
A deep sigh of relief rose from the girl"s heaving breast.
"Well," she began, "I will tell you all about it, and I am only too glad to do so. It is heavy, Malcolm, heavy on my conscience. But I would not be rid of it for all the kingdoms of the earth."
"A moment since you told me that your conduct was good and pure and sacred, and now you tell me that it is heavy on your conscience. Does one grieve, Dorothy, for the sake of that which is good and pure and sacred?"
"I cannot answer your question," she replied. "I am no priest. But this I know: I have done no evil, and my conscience nevertheless is sore. Solve me the riddle, Malcolm, if you can."
"I cannot solve your riddle, Dorothy," I replied; "but I feel sure it will be far safer for each of us if you will tell me all that happens hereafter."
"I am sure you are right," she responded; "but some secrets are so delicious that we love to suck their sweets alone. I believe, however, your advice is good, and I will tell you all that has happened, though I cannot look you in the face while doing it." She hesitated a moment, and her face was red with tell-tale blushes. She continued, "I have acted most unmaidenly."
"Unmaidenly perhaps, but not unwomanly," said I.
"I thank you," she said, interrupting my sentence. It probably was well that she did so, for I was about to add, "To act womanly often means to get yourself into mischief and your friends into as much trouble as possible." Had I finished my remark, she would not have thanked me.
"Well," said the girl, beginning her laggard narrative, "after we saw--saw him at Overhaddon, you know, I went to the village on each of three days--"
"Yes, I know that also," I said.
"How did you--but never mind. I did not see him, and when I returned home I felt angry and hurt and--and--but never mind that either. One day I found him, and I at once rode to the well where he was standing by his horse. He drew water for Dolcy, but the perverse mare would not drink."
"A characteristic of her s.e.x," I muttered.
"What did you say?" asked the girl.
"Nothing."
She continued: "He seemed constrained and distant in his manner, but I knew, that is, I thought--I mean I felt--oh, you know--he looked as if he were glad to see me and I--I, oh, G.o.d! I was so glad and happy to see him that I could hardly restrain myself to act at all maidenly. He must have heard my heart beat. I thought he was in trouble. He seemed to have something he wished to say to me."
"He doubtless had a great deal he wished to say to you," said I, again tempted to futile irony.
"I was sure he had something to say," the girl returned seriously. "He was in trouble. I knew that he was, and I longed to help him."
"What trouble?" I inquired.
"Oh, I don"t know. I forgot to ask, but he looked troubled."
"Doubtless he was troubled," I responded. "He had sufficient cause for trouble," I finished the sentence to myself with the words, "in you."
"What was the cause of his trouble?" she hastily asked, turning her face toward me.
"I do not know certainly," I answered in a tone of irony which should have pierced an oak board, while the girl listened and looked at me eagerly; "but I might guess."
"What was it? What was it? Let me hear you guess," she asked.
"You," I responded laconically.
"I!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, you," I responded with emphasis. "You would bring trouble to any man, but to Sir John Manners--well, if he intends to keep up these meetings with you it would be better for his peace and happiness that he should get him a house in h.e.l.l, for he would live there more happily than on this earth."
"That is a foolish, senseless remark, Malcolm," the girl replied, tossing her head with a show of anger in her eyes. "This is no time to jest." I suppose I could not have convinced her that I was not jesting.
"At first we did not speak to each other even to say good day, but stood by the well in silence for a very long time. The village people were staring at us, and I felt that every window had a hundred faces in it, and every face a hundred eyes."