"Well, mother?"
"I have been thinking about our winter in Washington. I have been reflecting that myself and your sisters will have no natural protector there."
"You never had any in Paris or in London, mother, and yet you got on very well."
"That was a matter of necessity, then; you were a youth at college; we could not have your company; but now you are a young man, and your place, until you marry, is with me and my daughters. We shall need your escort, dear Herman, and be happier for your company. I should be very glad if I could induce to accompany us to the city."
"And I should be very glad to do so, dear mother, but for the engagements that bind me here."
She did not ask the very natural question of what those engagements might be. She did not wish to let him see that she knew or suspected his attachment to Nora Worth, so she answered:
"You refer to the improvements and additions you mean, to add to Brudenell Hall. Surely these repairs had better be deferred until the spring, when the weather will be more favorable for such work?"
"My dear mother, all the alterations I mean to have made inside the house can very well be done this winter. By the next summer I hope to have the whole place in complete order for you and my sisters to return and spend the warm weather with me."
The lady lifted her head. She had never known her son to be guilty of the least insincerity. If he had looked forward to the coming of herself and her daughters to Brudenell, to spend the next summer, he could not, of course, be contemplating the removal of Nora Worth to the house.
"Then you really expect us to make this our home, as heretofore, every summer?" she said.
"I have no right to expect such a favor, my dear mother: but I sincerely hope for it," said the son courteously.
"But it is not every young bachelor living on his own estate who cares to be restrained by the presence of his mother and sisters; such generally desire a life of more freedom and gayety than would be proper with ladies in the house," said Mrs. Brudenell.
"But I am not one of those, mother; you know that my habits are very domestic."
"Yes. Well, Herman, it may just as well be understood that myself and the girls will return here to spend the summer. But now--the previous question! Can you not be prevailed on to accompany us to Washington?"
"My dear mother! anything on earth to oblige you I would do, if possible! But see! you go on Sat.u.r.day, and this is Thursday night. There is but one intervening day. I could not make the necessary arrangements.
I have much business to transact with my overseer; the whole year"s accounts still to examine, and other duties to do before I could possibly leave home. But I tell you what I can do; I can hurry up these matters and join you in Washington at the end of the week, in full time to escort you and my sisters to that grand national ball of which I hear them incessantly talking."
"And remain with us for the winter?"
"If you shall continue to wish it, and if I can find a builder, decorator, and upholsterer whom I can send down to Brudenell Hall, to make the improvements, and whom I can trust to carry out my ideas."
The lady"s heart leaped for joy! It was all right then! he was willing to leave the neighborhood! he had no particular attractions here! his affections were not involved! his acquaintance with that girl had been only a piece of transient folly, of which he was probably sick and tired! These were her thoughts as she thanked her son for his ready acquiescence in her wishes.
Meanwhile what were his purposes? To conciliate his mother by every concession except one! To let her depart from his house with the best feelings towards himself! then to write to her and announce his marriage; plead his great love as its excuse, and implore her forgiveness; then to keep his word and go to Washington, taking Nora with him, and remain in the capital for the winter if his mother should still desire him to do so.
A few moments longer the mother and son remained in the drawing room before separating for the night--Mrs. Brudenell seated on her sofa and Herman walking slowly up and down the floor. Then the lady arose to retire, and Herman lighted a bedroom candle and put it in her hand.
When she had bidden him good night and left the room, he resumed his slow and thoughtful walk. It was very late, and Jovial opened the door for the purpose of entering and putting out the lights; but seeing his master still walking up and down the floor, he retired, and sat yawning while he waited in the hall without.
The clock upon the mantel-piece struck one, and Herman Brudenell lighted his own candle to retire, when his steps were arrested by a sound--a common one enough at other hours and places, only unprecedented at that hour and in that place. It was the roll of carriage wheels upon the drive approaching the house.
Who could possibly be coming to this remote country mansion at one o"clock at night? While Herman Brudenell paused in expectancy, taper in hand, Jovial once more opened the door and looked in.
"Jovial, is that the sound of carriage wheels, or do I only fancy so?"
asked the young man,
"Carriage wheels, ma.r.s.er, coming right to de house, too!" answered the negro.
"Who on earth can be coming here at this hour of the night? We have not an acquaintance intimate enough with us to take such a liberty. And it cannot be a belated traveler, for we are miles from any public road."
"Dat"s jes" what I been a-sayin" to myself, sir. But we shall find out now directly."
While this short conversation went on, the carriage drew nearer and nearer, and finally rolled up to the door and stopped. Steps were rattled down, someone alighted, and the bell was rung.
Jovial flew to open the door--curiosity giving wings to his feet.
Mr. Brudenell remained standing in the middle of the drawing-room, attentive to what was going on without. He heard Jovial open the door; then a woman"s voice inquired:
"Is this Brudenell Hall?"
"In course it is, miss."
"And are the family at home?"
"Yes, miss, dey most, in gen"al, is at dis hour ob de night, dough dey don"t expect wisiters."
"Are all the family here?"
"Dey is, miss."
"All right, coachman, you can take off the luggage," said the woman, and then her voice, sounding softer and farther off, spoke to someone still within the carriage: "We are quite right, my lady, this is Brudenell Hall; the family are all at home, and have not yet retired. Shall I a.s.sist your ladyship to alight?"
Then a soft, low voice replied:
"Yes, thank you, Phoebe. But first give the dressing-bag to the man to take in, and you carry Fidelle."
"Bub--bub--bub--bub--but," stammered the appalled Jovial, with his arms full of lap-dogs and dressing-bags that the woman had forced upon him, "you better some of you send in your names, and see if it won"t be ill-convenient to the fam"ly, afore you "spects me to denounce a whole coach full of travelers to my ma.s.ser! Who is you all, anyhow, young woman?"
"My lady will soon let you know who she is! Be careful of that dog! you are squeezing her! and here take this shawl, and this bird-cage, and this carpetbag, and these umbrellas," replied the woman, overwhelming him with luggage. "Here, coachman! bring that large trunk into the hall!
And come now, my lady; the luggage is all right."
As for Jovial, he dropped lap-dogs, bird-cages, carpetbags and umbrellas plump upon the hall floor, and rushed into the drawing-room, exclaiming:
"Ma.s.ser, it"s an invasion of de Goffs and Wandalls, or some other sich furriners! And I think the milishy ought to be called out."
"Don"t be a fool, if you please. These are travelers who have missed their way, and are in need of shelter this bitter night. Go at once, and show them in here, and then wake up the housekeeper to prepare refreshments," said Mr. Brudenell.
"It is not my wishes to act foolish, ma.r.s.er; but it"s enough to constunnate the sensoriest person to be tumbled in upon dis way at dis hour ob de night by a whole raft of strangers--men, and women, and dogs, and cats, and birds included!" mumbled Jovial, as he went to do his errand.
But his services as gentleman usher seemed not to be needed by the stranger, for as he left the drawing-room a lady entered, followed by a waiting maid.
The lady was clothed in deep mourning, with a thick c.r.a.pe veil concealing her face.
As Herman advanced to welcome her she threw aside her veil, revealing a pale, sad, young face, shaded by thick curls of glossy black hair.
At the sight of that face the young man started back, the pallor of death overspreading his countenance as he sunk upon the nearest sofa, breathing in a dying voice: