"I am going to whisper something to you. You fell in love with Miss Brunel when you were over in Germany, and you found it out when it was too late, and you did not know what to do. Your kindness brought you back to me, though your thoughts were with her. Is it not all true I have been telling you? And I was afraid it would be so always, and that you and I were parted for ever; for you hid the secret from me, and dared not tell me. But the moment I saw in your eyes that you were going to tell me, I knew some of the old love must be there-some of our old confidence; and now-now-oh, my darling, I can trust you with my life, and my heart, and all the love I can offer you!"
"You have spoken the truth, Dove," he said, and he knew that her rare womanly instinct had not lied to her, "and you have made me happier than I have been for many a day. You do not blame me much for what is past and gone? And you see that after all the old love may come back between us; and you will help me to bring it back, and keep it safe."
"And I will be a true wife to you, Will."
She fixed her eyes gravely and earnestly upon him. Then she lifted his hand to her lips, and-bethinking herself, perhaps, of some quaint foreign custom of which she may have heard-she kissed it, in token of meek submission and wifely self-surrender.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
THE BAIT IS TAKEN.
Mrs. Anerley felt very nervous in going to visit Miss Brunel. She had never seen an actress in private life; and, on the stage, this particular actress had seemed so grand and majestic-so thoroughly out of and beyond the ordinary sphere of everyday existence-that she almost feared to approach so glorious a creature.
She was very particular about her dress; and perhaps she inwardly composed a few phrases to break the difficulty of introduction.
But there was no awkwardness where Mr. Anerley was concerned. He went forward, and took the girl by the hand, and told her, in as gentle a way as possible, the object of their mission. She was apparently much touched by this sign of their thoughtfulness and goodness; and said so briefly. Mrs. Anerley forgot all her prepared little speeches. While her husband talked to Annie Brunel, she stood and watched the strange intensity of the girl"s large dark-grey eyes. There was no embarra.s.sment there, and no scanning of the embarra.s.sment of others; they were too absent, and yet full of a strong personal feeling, which showed itself as she accepted, with great grat.i.tude, Mr. Anerley"s offer.
"There is one other thing you ought to do," he said. "Get away from the house at once."
"If we could only have asked you to come down to our house in the country for a few days," said Mrs. Anerley, in her kindly way, "that would have been the best thing for you, and a great pleasure to us."
"You would have asked me to visit your home?" said the young girl, suddenly flashing her clear honest eyes on Mrs. Anerley"s face.
"Yes-why not?" said Mrs. Anerley, almost in fright, fancying she had committed herself.
"You are very kind indeed," said Annie Brunel. "Actresses are not accustomed to such kindness-especially from strangers."
"But you mustn"t call us strangers," said Mr. Anerley, good-naturedly.
"We have the pleasure of knowing you very well; and in a few days we hope you will know something of us, if we can be of any service to you.
To live in this house, alone, with these sad remembrances, is very unwise; and, in a day or two, you must leave it."
"Yes, I must leave it-because I must go where I can earn my bread. Has your son told you, sir, that I have left the stage? So I have; but at present I have no clear idea of what I must do-and yet I must do something."
"I am afraid you have placed yourself in a very perilous position," said Mr. Anerley.
"But I got to dislike the stage so much that I had to leave it."
"Why _you_ should have left the stage!" exclaimed Mrs. Anerley, in open admiration, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Annie Brunel looked at her for a moment, and said, slowly-
"I have been very fortunate in giving you a good impression of myself.
I thought most ladies outside the theatre looked down upon us theatre folk; and I was afraid you had come here only at your son"s solicitation, with a sort of--"
"Ah, don"t say any more," said Mrs. Anerley, with a genuine pain on her face. "It is not right to judge of people like that. I wish I could only show you what Dove and I would like to do in taking you among us, and making you comfortable, until you should forget this sad blow."
"As for _her_," said Miss Brunel, with a smile, "I knew she was too gentle and good to despise any one, the moment I saw her. But she was so much sweeter and truer than ordinary women that I accounted for it on that ground; and I grew so fond of her in a few minutes. And you, too-what can I offer you for your goodness to me but my grat.i.tude and my love?"
"My poor girl!" said Mrs. Anerley, with a touch of moisture in the corner of her eyes, "I hope we may have some opportunity of proving to you what we think of you."
Mr. Anerley found that Will had explained to Miss Brunel the circ.u.mstances in which the family were now placed; so that he was relieved from the embarra.s.sment of saying that whatever aid he might give her would not be pecuniary aid. But he had not much experience yet of the girl to whom he was speaking-of the quaint plainness and directness of her speech, the very ant.i.thesis of the style and manner which Mrs. Anerley had expected to meet.
Annie Brunel told him what small savings she possessed, and asked him if these could be made to cover all the expenses of the funeral, so that she might start on her new career unenc.u.mbered with debt. He thought it might be done, and he at once a.s.sumed the management of the sad details of the business before them.
"But then," she said, "I have the servant to pay: and I don"t know what arrangement I may be able to make with the landlord of the house.
Hitherto he has been very obliging."
"That, also, I will look after," said Mr. Anerley, "if you can put confidence in a man who has so successfully managed his own affairs as to bring his whole family into poverty."
"And I? Can I do nothing for you?" said Mrs. Anerley. "We who are all suffering from some kind of trouble should be glad to accept help from each other. Now, tell me-the clothes you may want-what have you done?"
"I had just begun to look over some things when you came in."
"Shall I stay and help you until dinner-time? Do let me."
And so, whilst Mr. Anerley went off to see the landlord, Mrs. Anerley stayed behind and lent her a.s.sistance to that work in which the feminine heart, even when overshadowed by a funeral, finds consolation and delight. And she afterwards declared that she had never worked with a pleasanter companion than this patient, self-possessed, and cheerful girl, whose queenly gestures, and rich voice, and dark clear face had so entranced and awed her when "Juliet" came upon the stage.
The two women became confidential with each other in the most natural and easy way. Mrs. Anerley entirely forgot the actress, and became wonderfully fond of and familiar with this quaint-mannered girl, with the splendid hair and the honest eyes.
"For my own part," she said to her, "I am not at all sorry that my husband has lost this money, if it were not likely to affect Dove"s comfort. You know he is such a very good man, and the very kindest and best husband a woman could wish to have; but I cannot tell you how it troubles me sometimes to think that he is not of the same religious opinions as the rest of us. That is the only thing; and I am sure it has been brought on by his being too well-off, and having nothing to do but read and speculate. He has never been put in a position requiring that aid and comfort we get from religious service; and it is only carelessness, I am convinced, has led him away."
"And now you think this misfortune--"
"Not the misfortune altogether, but the rougher fight he will have with the world. He will be glad to have that sense of peace and rest with which people sit together in church, and forget their everyday troubles.
If it will only do that for him-if it will only bring him back to us-I shall be glad that we have lost every penny we had in the world. It has been my trouble for years to think of his perilous state."
"He does not look like a man who would believe anything dangerous."
"I hope not-I hope not," said the tender wife; "I hope it is not dangerous. And yet I shall never feel that he is safe until he returns to the old faith and opinions he had when I first knew him. Even then, when a very young man, I was never sure of him. But he was always so respectful to every kind of religion, whether he believed in it or not, that I-yes, I-took him on trust."
"You do not seem to have regretted your choice," said Annie Brunel.
"No," she said, with a pleased and proud smile, "You won"t find many people live more comfortably than we. But there is that one thing you see--"
"And your son-does he go with his father in these things?"
"I don"t think so. I hope not. But both of them are such good men that I can"t make up my mind to go and speak to them as if-as if they were sinners, you know."
A perplexed, humorous smile came over her face; and yet Annie saw that her friend was very much in earnest over this matter. It was the one bitter thing in this good woman"s contented and peaceful lot.
After that interview Mrs. Anerley spent the better part of each day with her new protegee, and a wonderful love grew up between the two women-motherly and tender on the one side, trusting and childlike on the other. And for the first day or two Mr. Anerley paid far more attention to Annie Brunel"s affairs than he did to his own, until Mrs. Christmas was hidden away from a world that had perhaps not been over-kind to her, and until the young girl was ready to go forth and seek her own existence. Will during this time never came near. He was trying to repair the beautiful world that he had shattered, and he kept faithfully to the task.
Finally, there came the question as to how Annie Brunel was to earn a living, and the _Times_ was again called into requisition. Many a weary hour did Mrs. Anerley and her charge spend in reading through the advertis.e.m.e.nts, and writing letters in reply to those which seemed most suitable. No answer came to any one of these applications. For some reason or other they had not thought it worth while to reply to the advertis.e.m.e.nt about music, French, and private theatricals; but at last the pertinacity with which the lines appeared in the newspaper drew discussion down upon them.