"Then how could you tell Robin--and everyone else about here that I was your daughter?"
He grew suddenly angry.
"Child, don"t stare at me like that!" he exclaimed, with all an old man"s petulance. "It doesn"t matter what I said--I had to let the neighbours think you were mine--"
A light flashed in upon her, and she gave vent to a shuddering cry.
"Dad! Oh, Dad!"
Gripping both arms of his chair he raised himself into an upright posture.
"What now?" he demanded, almost fiercely--"What trouble are you going to make of it?"
"Oh, if it were only trouble," she exclaimed, forlornly. "It"s far worse! You"ve branded me with shame! Oh, I understand now! I understand at last why the girls about here never make friends with me! I understand why Robin seems to pity me so much! Oh, how shall I ever look people in the face again!"
His fuzzy brows met in a heavy frown.
"Little fool!" he said, roughly,--"What shame are you talking of? I see no shame in laying claim to a child of my own, even though the claim has no reality. Look at the thing squarely! Here comes a strange man with a baby and leaves it on my hands. You know what a scandalous, gossiping little place this is,--and it was better to say at once the baby was mine than leave it to the neighbours to say the same thing and that I wouldn"t acknowledge it. Not a soul about here would have believed the true story if I had told it to them. I"ve done everything for the best--I know I have. And there"ll never be a word said if you marry Robin."
Her face had grown very white. She put up her hand to her head and her fingers touched the faded wreath of wild roses. She drew it off and let it drop to the ground.
"I shall never marry Robin!" she said, with quiet firmness--"And I will not be considered your illegitimate child any longer. It"s cruel of you to have made me live on a lie!--yes, cruel!--though you"ve been so kind in other things. You don"t know who my parents were--you"ve no right to think they were not honest!"
He stared at her amazed. For the first time in eighteen years he began to see the folly of what he had thought his own special wisdom. This girl, with her pale sad face and steadfast eyes, confronted him with the calm reproachful air of an accusing angel.
"What right have you?" she went on. "The man who brought me to you,--poor wretched me!--if he was my father, may have been good and true. He said I was motherless; and he, or someone else, sent you money for me till I was twelve. That did not look as if I was forgotten. Now you say the money has stopped--well!--my father may be dead." Her lips quivered and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "But there is nothing in all this that should make you think me basely born,--nothing that should have persuaded you to put shame upon me!"
He was taken aback for a minute by her words and att.i.tude--then he burst out angrily:
"It"s the old story, I see! Do a good action and it turns out a curse!
Basely born! Of course you are basely born, if that"s the way you put it! What man alive would leave his own lawful child at a strange farm off the high-road and never claim it again? You"re a fool, I tell you!
This man who brought you to me was by his look and bearing some fine gentleman or other who had just the one idea in his head--to get rid of an enc.u.mbrance. And so he got rid of you--"
"Don"t go over the whole thing again!" she interrupted, with weary patience-"-I was an enc.u.mbrance to him--I"ve been an enc.u.mbrance to you. I"m sorry! But in no case had you the right to set a stigma on me which perhaps does not exist. That was wrong!"
She paused a moment, then went on slowly:
"I"ve been a burden on you for six years now,--it"s six years, you say, since the money stopped. I wish I could do something in return for what I"ve cost you all those six years,--I"ve tried to be useful."
The pathos in her voice touched him to the quick.
"Innocent!" he exclaimed, and held out his arms.
She looked at him with a very pitiful smile and shook her head.
"No! I can"t do that! Not just yet! You see, it"s all so unexpected--things have changed altogether in a moment. I can"t feel quite the same--my heart seems so sore and cold."
He leaned back in his chair again.
"Ah, well, it is as I thought!" he said, irritably. "You"re more concerned about yourself than about me. A few minutes ago you only cared to know what the doctors thought of my illness, but now it"s nothing to you that I shall be dead in a year. Your mind is set on your own trouble, or what you choose to consider a trouble."
She heard him like one in a dream. It seemed very strange to her that he should have dealt her a blow and yet reproach her for feeling the force of it.
"I am sorry!" she said, patiently. "But this is the first time I have known real trouble--you forget that!--and you must forgive me if I am stupid about it. And if the doctors really believe you are to die in a year I wish I could take your place, Dad!--I would rather be dead than live shamed. And there"s nothing left for me now,--not even a name--"
Here she paused and seemed to reflect.
"Why am I called Innocent?"
"Why? Because that"s the name that was written on every slip of paper that came with each six months" money," he answered, testily. "That"s the only reason I know."
"Was I baptised by that name?" she asked.
He moved uneasily.
"You were never baptised."
"Never baptised!" She echoed the words despairingly,--and then was silent for a minute"s s.p.a.ce. "Could you not have done that much for me?" she asked, plaintively, at last--"Would it have been impossible?"
He was vaguely ashamed. Her eyes, pure as a young child"s, were fixed upon him in appealing sorrow. He began to feel that he had done her a grievous wrong, though he had never entirely realised it till now. He answered her with some hesitation and an effort at excuse.
"Not impossible--no,--maybe I could have baptised you myself if I had thought about it. "Tis but a sprinkle of water and "In the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost." But somehow I never worried my head--for as long as you were a baby I looked for the man who brought you day after day, and in my own mind left all that sort of business for him to attend to--and when he didn"t come and you grew older, it fairly slipped my remembrance altogether. I"m not fond of the Church or its ways,--and you"ve done as well without baptism as with it, surely.
Innocent is a good name for you, and fits your case. For you"re innocent of the faults of your parents whatever they were, and you"re innocent of my blunders. You"re free to make your own life pleasant if you"ll only put a bright face on it and make the best of an awkward business."
She was silent, standing before him like a little statuesque figure of desolation.
"As for the tale I told the neighbours," he went on--"it was the best thing I could think of. If I had said you were a child I had taken in to adopt, not one of them would have believed me; "twas a case of telling one lie or t"other, the real truth being so queer and out of the common, so I chose the easiest. And it"s been all right with you, my girl, whichever way you put it. There may be a few stuck-up young huzzies in the village that aren"t friendly to you, but you may take it that it"s more out of jealousy of Robin"s liking for you than anything else. Robin loves you--you know he does; and all you"ve got to do is to make him happy. Marry him, for the farm will be his when I"m dead, and it"ll give me a bit of comfort to feel that you"re settled down with him in the old home. For then I know it"ll go on just the same--just the same--"
His words trailed off brokenly. His head sank on his chest, and some slow tears made their difficult way out of his eyes and dropped on his silver beard.
She watched him with a certain grave compa.s.sion, but she did not at once go, as she would usually have done, to put her arms round his neck and console him. She seemed to herself removed miles away from him and from everything she had ever known. Just then there was a noise of rough but cheery voices outside shouting "good-night" to each other, and she said in a quiet tone:
"The men are away now. Is there anything you want before I go to bed?"
With a sudden access of energy, which contrasted strangely with his former feebleness, he rose and confronted her.
"No, there"s nothing I want!" he said, in vehement tones--"Nothing but peace and quietness! I"ve told you your story, and you take it ill. But recollect, girl, that if you consider any shame has been put on you, I"ve put equal shame on myself for your sake--I, Hugo Jocelyn,--against whom never a word has been said but this,--which is a lie--that my child, mine!--was born out of wedlock! I suffered this against myself solely for your sake--I, who never wronged a woman in my life!--I, who never loved but one woman, who died before I had the chance to marry her!--and I say and I swear I have sacrificed something of my name and reputation to you! So that you need not make trouble because you also share in the sacrifice. Robin thinks you"re my child, and therefore his cousin,--and he counts nothing against you, for he knows that what the world would count against you must be my fault and would be my fault, if the lie I started against myself was true. Marry Robin, I tell you!--and if you care to make me happy, marry him before I die. Then you"re safe out of all harm"s way. If you DON"T marry him--"
Her breath came and went quickly--she folded her hands across her bosom, trying to still the loud and rapid beating of her heart, but her eyes were very bright and steadfast.
"Yes? What then?" she asked, calmly.
"Then you must take the consequences," he said. "The farm and all I have is left to Robin,--he"s my dead sister"s son and my nearest living kin--"
"I know that," she said, simply, "and I"m glad he has everything. It"s right that it should be so. I shall not be in his way. You may be quite sure of that. But I shall not marry him."
"You"ll not marry him?" he repeated, and seemed about to give vent to a torrent of invective when she extended her hands clasped together appealingly.
"Dad, don"t be angry!--it only hurts you and it does no good! Just before supper you reminded me of what they say in Church that "the sins of the fathers should be visited on the children, even unto the third and fourth generation." I will not visit the sin of my father and mother on anyone. If you will give me a little time I shall be able to understand everything more clearly, and perhaps bear it better. I want to be quite by myself. I must try to see myself as I am,--unbaptised, nameless, forsaken! And if there is anything to be done with this wretched little self of mine, it is I that must do it. With G.o.d"s help!" She sighed, and her lips moved softly again in the last words, "With G.o.d"s help!"