There are circ.u.mstances which make the fulfilment of this promise imperative; and, if you do not interfere, my son will very willingly perform his part of it. Pardon me if I also remind you that your birth and fortune make any hopes you may entertain of being the future d.u.c.h.ess of Richmoor very presumptuous hopes. I a.s.sure you that I have spoken reluctantly, and with sincere kindness; and I do not desire this conversation to interfere with our future intercourse. If you will give me your promise, I know that I may trust you absolutely."
"What do you wish me to promise?"
"That you will allow no love-making between Lord Exham and yourself; that you will not in any way interfere between Lord Exham and Miss Vyner,--in fact, promise me, in a word, that you will never marry Lord Exham. I a.s.sure you, such a marriage would be most improper and unfortunate."
Kate stood for a moment still and white as a marble statue; and when she spoke, her words dropped slowly and with an evident effort. And yet her self-control and dignity of manner was remarkable, as she answered,--
"d.u.c.h.ess, I have always done exactly what my dear wise father and mother have told me to do. I shall ask their advice on this matter before I make any promise. If they tell me to do as you wish me to do, I shall know that they are right, and obey them. I do not recognise any other human authority than theirs."
She was leaving the room after these words; but the d.u.c.h.ess cried angrily, "Your father must not at present be asked to interfere. There are interests--grave, political interests--between him and the Duke that cannot be imperilled for some love-nonsense between you and Lord Exham."
"There are no grave political interests between my mother and the Duke; and I shall, at all events, take my mother"s counsel."
She had stood with the door open in her hand; she now pa.s.sed outside. So far she had kept herself from any exhibition of feeling; but, oh, how wronged and unhappy and offended she felt! She went down and down the splendid stairway, erect as a reed; but her heart was like a wounded bird: it fluttered wildly in her bosom, and would not be comforted until she reached that nest of all nests,--her mother"s breast.
There she poured out all her grief and indignation; and Mrs. Atheling never interrupted the relation by a single word. She clasped the weeping girl to her heart, and stroked her hands, and soothed her in those tender little ways that are closer and sweeter than any words can be. But when Kate had wept her pa.s.sionate sense of wrong and affront away, the good mother withdrew herself a little, and began to question her child.
"Let me understand plainly, Kitty dear," she said. "Her Grace--Grace indeed!--wishes you to promise her that you will give up Piers to Annabel."
"Yes, Mother."
"And that you will never marry Piers under any circ.u.mstances?"
"Yes, Mother."
"And she thinks you "presumptuous" in hoping to marry her son?"
"Yes, dear Mother. She said "presumptuous." Am I; ought I to do as she wishes me? Oh, I cannot give up Piers! Only this morning he told me that he would never marry any woman but me."
"Have I or your good father told you to give up Piers?"
"No, Mother."
"When we do, you will of course know we have good reasons for such an order, and you will give him up. But as yet, father hasn"t said such a word; and I haven"t. Kitty darling, the Fifth Commandment only asks you to obey your own father and mother. Let the d.u.c.h.ess put the "giving up" where it ought to be. Let her tell her son to give you up--that is quite as far as her authority extends. She has nothing to say to Kate Atheling; nor has my little Kitty any obligation to obey her. She must give such orders to Piers Exham. It is the duty of his heart and conscience to decide whether he will obey or not."
"Then I can go on loving him, Mother, without wronging myself or others?"
"Go on loving him, dearie."
"He said he was coming to ride with me at three o"clock."
"Ride with him, and be happy while you can, dear child. Let mother kiss such foolish tears away. I can tell you father was proud of your beauty last night. He said you were the loveliest woman in London."
"The Duke of Wellington told me I was a beautiful girl; and he said many wise and kind things to me, Mother. What did father think about the Reform Bill?"
"It troubled him, Kitty; it troubled him very much. He said, "It meant civil war;" but I said, "Nonsense, John Atheling, it will prevent civil war." And so it will, dearie. The people will have it, or else they will have far more. Your father said all London was shouting till daybreak, "The Bill! The whole Bill! Nothing but the Bill!" Now then, run away and wash your eyes bright, and put on your habit. I"ll warrant Piers outruns the clock."
"Have you seen Edgar this morning?"
"For a few minutes just before you came. Cecil was with him. They had been up all night; but Cecil would have stayed if Annabel had been here.
How he does love that girl!"
"I think she loves him. She looked ill last night, and I did not see her this morning. What a tangle it is! Annabel loves Cecil--Piers loves me--and the d.u.c.h.ess--"
"Never mind the d.u.c.h.ess, nor the tangle either, Kitty. To-day is yours; to-morrow is not born; and you are not told to unravel any tangle.
There are _them_ whose business it is; and they know all the knots and snarls, and will wind the ball all right in the end."
"Oh, Mother, how I love you!"
"Oh, Kitty, how I love you!"
"Piers loves me too, Mother."
"I"ll warrant he does. Who could help loving thee, Kitty? But men"s love isn"t mother"s love; it is a good bit more selfish. G.o.d Almighty made thy father, John Atheling, of the best of human elements; but John Atheling has his shabby moments. Piers Exham won"t be different; so don"t expect it." Then the two women looked at each other and smiled.
They understood.
CHAPTER ELEVENTH
"LIFE COMES AND GOES THE OLD, OLD WAY!"
Annabel had purposely kept out of Kitty"s way. She had more than a suspicion of the probable interview between the d.u.c.h.ess and Kitty; and she wished to avoid any unpleasantness with the Athelings. They gave her the most reliable opportunities with Cecil North; and besides, she was so little of a general favourite as to have no other acquaintances as intimate. She was also really sick and unhappy; and the first occurrence of the day did not tend to make her less so. She wished to see the Duke about some matter relating to her finances; and, as soon as she left her room, she went to the apartment in which she was most likely to find him.
The Duke was not there, but Squire Atheling was waiting for him. He said he "had an appointment at two o"clock," and then, looking at the time-piece on the mantel, added, "I always give myself ten minutes or so to come and go on." Annabel knew this peculiarity of the Squire, and made her little joke on the matter; and then the conversation turned a moment on Kitty, and her probable return home. Annabel a.s.sured the Squire she had already gone home, and then, offering her hand in adieu, was about to leave the room. The little brown-gemmed hand roused a sudden memory and anxiety in his heart. He detained it, as he said, "Miss Vyner, I have a question to ask you. Do you remember untying a parcel for me the other day?"
"I should think so," she replied with a laugh. "A more impatient man to do anything for I never saw."
"I am a bit impatient. But that is not what I am thinking of. You wore a ring that day--a sapphire ring with a little sapphire padlock--and that ring interests me very much. Will you tell me where you got it?"
"No, sir. Even if I knew, I might have excellent reasons for not telling you. Why, Squire, I am astonished at your asking such a question! Rings have mostly a story--a love-story too; you might be asking for secrets!"
"I beg pardon. To be sure I might. But you see a ring exactly like the one you wore, holds a secret of my own."
"Perhaps you are mistaken about the ring. So many rings look alike."
"I could not be mistaken. I do wish you would tell me--I am afraid you think me rude and inquisitive--"
"Indeed I do, sir! And, if you please, we will forget this conversation.
It is too personal to be pleasant."
With these words she bowed and withdrew, and the Squire got up and walked about the room until the Duke entered it. By that time, he had worried himself into an impatient, suspicious temper, and was touchy as tinder when his political chief asked him to sit down and discuss the situation with him.
"Exham has gone to see a number of our party; but I thought I would outline to you personally the course we intend to pursue with regard to this infamous Bill." The Squire bowed but said not a word; and the Duke proceeded, "We have resolved to worry and delay it to the death. In the Commons, the Opposition will go over and over the same arguments, and ask again, and again, and again, the same questions. This course will be continued week after week--month after month if necessary.
Obstruction, Squire, obstruction, that is the word!"