"Uncle! Oh, no, sir! He"d turn me out of doors! He"d kill me! Indeed he would, sir! Please don"t tell him!"
"You forget, my child, that I do not yet know the nature of your offense," said the minister, in a state of painful anxiety.
"But I am going to inform you, sir; and oh! I hope you will take pity on me and tell me what to do; for though I dread to speak, I can"t keep it on my conscience any longer, it is such a heavy weight on my breast!"
"Sin always is, my poor girl," said the pastor, with a deep moan.
"But, sir, you know I had no mother, as you said yourself."
"I know it, my poor girl, and am ready to make every allowance," said the old pastor, with a deep sigh, not knowing what next to expect.
"And--and--I hope you will forgive me, sir; but--but he was so handsome I couldn"t help liking him!"
"Miss Black!" cried the horrified pastor.
"There! I knew you"d just go and bite my head off the very first thing!
Oh, dear, what shall I do?" sobbed Capitola.
The good pastor, who had started to his feet, remained gazing upon her in a panic of consternation, murmuring to himself:
"Good angel! I am fated to hear more great sins than if I were a prison chaplain!" Then, going up to the sobbing delinquent he said:
"Unhappy girl! who is this person of whom you speak?"
"H--h--h--him that I met when I went walking in the woods," sobbed Capitola.
"Heaven of heavens! this is worse than my very worst fears! Wretched girl! Tell me instantly the name of this base deceiver!"
"He--he--he"s no base deceiver; he--he--he"s very amiable and good-looking; and--and--and that"s why I liked him so much; it was all my fault, not his, poor, dear fellow!"
"His name?" sternly demanded the pastor.
"Alf--Alf--Alfred," wept Capitola.
"Alfred whom?"
"Alfred Blen--Blen--Blenheim!"
"Miserable girl! how often have you met this miscreant in the forest?"
"I--don"t--know!" sobbed Capitola.
"Where is the wretch to be found now?"
"Oh, please don"t hurt him, sir! Please don"t! He--he--he"s hid in the closet in my room."
A groan that seemed to have rent his heart in twain burst from the bosom of the minister, as he repeated in deepest horror:
"In your room! (Well, I must prevent murder being done!) Did you not know, you poor child, the danger you ran by giving this young man private interviews; and, above all, admitting him to your apartment?
Wretched girl! better you"d never been born than ever so to have received a man!"
"Man! man! man!--I"d like to know what you mean by that, Mr. Goodwin!"
exclaimed Capitola, lifting her eyes flashing through their tears.
"I mean the man with whom you have given these private interviews."
"I!--I give private interviews to a man! Take care what you say, Mr.
Goodwin; I won"t be insulted; no, not even by you!"
"Then, if you are not talking of a man, who or what in the world are you talking about?" exclaimed the amazed minister.
"Why, Alfred, the Blenheim poodle that strayed away from some of the neighbors" houses, and that I found in the woods and brought home and hid in my closet, for fear he would be inquired after, or uncle would find it out and make me give him up. I knew it was wrong, but then he was so pretty----"
Before Capitola had finished her speech Mr. Goodwin had seized his hat and rushed out of the house in indignation, nearly overturning Old Hurricane, whom he met on the lawn, and to whom he said:
"Thrash that girl as if she were a bay boy, for she richly deserves it!"
"There! what did I say? Now you see what a time I have with her; she makes me sweat, I can tell you," said Old Hurricane, in triumph.
"Oh! oh! oh!" groaned the sorely-tried minister.
"What"s it now?" inquired Old Hurricane.
The pastor took the major"s arm and, while they walked up and down before the house, told how he had been "sold" by Capitola, ending by saying:
"You will have to take her firmly in hand."
"I"ll do it," said Old Hurricane. "I"ll do it."
The pastor then called for his horse and, resisting all his host"s entreaties to stay to tea, took his departure.
Major Warfield re-entered the house, resolving to say nothing to Capitola for the present, but to seize the very first opportunity of punishing her for her flippancy.
The village fair had commenced on Monday. It had been arranged that all Major Warfield"s family should go, though not all upon the same day. It was proposed that on Thursday, when the festival should be at its height, Major Warfield, Capitola and the house servants should go. And on Sat.u.r.day Mrs. Condiment, Mr. Ezy and the farm servants should have a holiday for the same purpose.
Therefore, upon Thursday morning all the household be-stirred themselves at an unusually early hour, and appeared before breakfast in their best Sunday"s suit.
Capitola came down to breakfast in a rich blue silk carriage dress, looking so fresh, blooming and joyous that it went to the old man"s heart to disappoint her; yet Old Hurricane resolved, as the pastor had told him, to "be firm," and, once for all, by inflicting punishment, to bring her to a sense of her errors.
"There, you need not trouble yourself to get ready, Capitola; you shall not go to the fair with us," he said, as Cap took her seat.
"Sir!" exclaimed the girl, in surprise.
"Oh, yes; you may stare; but I"m in earnest. You have behaved very badly; you have deeply offended our pastor; you have no reverence, no docility, no propriety, and I mean to bring you to a sense of your position by depriving you of some of your indulgences; and, in a word, to begin I say you shall not go to the fair to-day."
"You mean, sir, that I shall not go with you, although you promised that I should," said Cap, coolly.
"I mean you shall not go at all, demmy!"