Miss Arundel had stipulated that, upon this particular morning, she was to dress her friend"s hair; and she turned up the frilled sleeves of her white dressing-gown, and set to work in the orthodox manner, spreading a network of shining tresses about Miss Lawford"s shoulders, prior to the weaving of elaborate plaits that were to make a crown for the fair young bride. Let.i.tia"s tongue went as fast as her fingers; but Belinda was very silent.
She was thinking of the bounteous Providence that had given her the man she loved for her husband. She had been on her knees in the early morning, long before Let.i.tia"s awakening, breathing out innocent thanksgiving for the happiness that overflowed her fresh young heart. A woman had need to be country-bred, and to have been reared in the narrow circle of a happy home, to feel as Belinda Lawford felt. Such love as hers is only given to bright and innocent spirits, untarnished even by the knowledge of sin.
Downstairs Edward Arundel was making a wretched pretence of breakfasting _tete-a-tete_ with his future father-in-law.
The Major had held his peace as to the unlooked-for visitant of the past night. He had given particular orders that no stranger should be admitted to the house, and that was all. But being of a naturally frank, not to say loquacious disposition, the weight of this secret was a very terrible burden to the honest half-pay soldier. He ate his dry toast uneasily, looking at the door every now and then, in the perpetual expectation of beholding that barrier burst open by mad Olivia Marchmont.
The breakfast was not a very cheerful meal, therefore. I don"t suppose any ante-nuptial breakfast ever is very jovial. There was the state banquet--_the_ wedding breakfast--to be eaten by-and-by; and Mrs.
Lawford, attended by all the females of the establishment, was engaged in putting the last touches to the groups of fruit and confectionery, the pyramids of flowers, and that crowning glory, the wedding-cake.
"Remember the Madeira and still Hock are to go round first, and then the sparkling; and tell Gogram to be particular about the corks, Martha," Mrs. Lawford said to her confidential maid, as she gave a nervous last look at the table. "I was at a breakfast once where a champagne-cork hit the bridegroom on the bridge of his nose at the very moment he rose to return thanks; and being a nervous man, poor fellow,--in point of fact, he was a curate, and the bride was the rector"s daughter, with two hundred a year of her own,--it quite overcame him, and he didn"t get over it all through the breakfast. And now I must run and put on my bonnet."
There was nothing but putting on bonnets, and pinning lace-shawls, and wild outcries for hair-pins, and interchanging of little feminine services, upon the bedroom floor for the next half-hour.
Major Lawford walked up and down the hall, putting on his white gloves, which were too large for him,--elderly men"s white gloves always are too large for them,--and watching the door of the citadel. Olivia must pa.s.s over a father"s body, the old soldier thought, before she should annoy Belinda on her bridal morning.
By-and-by the carriages came round to the door. The girl bridesmaids came crowding down the stairs, hustling each other"s crisped garments, and disputing a little in a sisterly fashion; then Let.i.tia Arundel, with nine rustling flounces of white silk ebbing and flowing and surging about her, and with a pleased simper upon her face; and then followed Mrs. Arundel, stately in silver-grey moire, and Mrs. Lawford, in violet silk--until the hall was a show of bonnets and bouquets and muslin.
And last of all, Belinda Lawford, robed in cloudlike garments of spotless lace, with bridal flowers trembling round her hair, came slowly down the broad old-fashioned staircase, to see her lover loitering in the hall below.
He looked very grave; but he greeted his bride with a tender smile. He loved her, but he could not forget. Even upon this, his wedding-day, the haunting shadow of the past was with him: not to be shaken off.
He did not wait till Belinda reached the bottom of the staircase. There was a sort of ceremonial law to be observed, and he was not to speak to Miss Lawford upon this special morning until he met her in the vestry at Hillingsworth church; so Let.i.tia and Mrs. Arundel hustled the young man into one of the carriages, while Major Lawford ran to receive his daughter at the foot of the stairs.
The Arundel carriage drove off about five minutes before the vehicle that was to convey Major Lawford, Belinda, and as many of the girl bridesmaids as could be squeezed into it without detriment to lace and muslin. The rest went with Mrs. Lawford in the third and last carriage.
Hillingsworth church was about three-quarters of a mile from the Grange. It was a pretty irregular old place, lying in a little nook under the shadow of a great yew-tree. Behind the square Norman tower there was a row of poplars, black against the blue summer sky; and between the low gate of the churchyard and the grey, moss-grown porch, there was an avenue of good old elms. The rooks were calling to each other in the topmost branches of the trees as Major Lawford"s carriage drew up at the churchyard gate.
Belinda was a great favourite amongst the poor of Hillingsworth parish, and the place had put on a gala-day aspect in honour of her wedding.
Garlands of honeysuckle and wild clematis were twined about the stout oaken gate-posts. The school-children were gathered in cl.u.s.ters in the churchyard, with their pinafores full of fresh flowers from shadowy lanes and from prim cottage-gardens,--bright homely blossoms, with the morning dew still upon them.
The rector and his curate were standing in the porch waiting for the coming of the bride; and there were groups of well-dressed people dotted about here and there in the drowsy-sheltered pews near the altar. There were humbler spectators cl.u.s.tered under the low ceiling of the gallery--tradesmen"s wives and daughters, radiant with new ribbons, and whispering to one another in delighted antic.i.p.ation of the show.
Everybody round about the Grange loved pretty, genial Belinda Lawford, and there was universal rejoicing because of her happiness.
The wedding party came out of the vestry presently in appointed order: the bride with her head drooping, and her face hidden by her veil; the bridesmaids" garments making a fluttering noise as they came up the aisle, like the sound of a field of corn faintly stirred by summer breezes.
Then the grave voice of the rector began the service with the brief preliminary exordium; and then, in a tone that grew more solemn with the increasing solemnity of the words, he went on to that awful charge which is addressed especially to the bridegroom and the bride:
"I require and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment, when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well a.s.sured----"
The rector read no further; for a woman"s voice from out the dusky shadows at the further end of the church cried "Stop!"
There was a sudden silence; people stared at each other with scared faces, and then turned in the direction whence the voice had come. The bride lifted her head for the first time since leaving the vestry, and looked round about her, ashy pale and trembling.
"O Edward, Edward!" she cried, "what is it?"
The rector waited, with his hand still upon the open book. He waited, looking towards the other end of the chancel. He had no need to wait long: a woman, with a black veil thrown back from a white, haggard face, and with dusty garments dragging upon the church-floor, came slowly up the aisle.
Her two hands were clasped upon her breast, and her breath came in gasps, as if she had been running.
"Olivia!" cried Edward Arundel, "what, in Heaven"s name--"
But Major Lawford stepped forward, and spoke to the rector.
"Pray let her be got out of the way," he said, in a low voice. "I was warned of this. I was quite prepared for some such disturbance." He sank his voice to a whisper. "_She is mad!_" he said, close in the rector"s ear.
The whisper was like whispering in general,--more distinctly audible than the rest of the speech. Olivia Marchmont heard it.
"Mad until to-day," she cried; "but not mad to-day. O Edward Arundel! a hideous wrong has been done by me and through me. Your wife--your wife--"
"My wife! what of her? She--"
"She is alive!" gasped Olivia; "an hour"s walk from here. I came on foot. I was tired, and I have been long coming. I thought that I should be in time to stop you before you got to the church; but I am very weak. I ran the last part of the way--"
She dropped her hands upon the altar-rails, and seemed as if she would have fallen. The rector put his arm about her to support her, and she went on:
"I thought I should have spared her this," she said, pointing to Belinda; "but I can"t help it. _She_ must bear her misery as well as others. It can"t be worse for her than it has been for others. She must bear--"
"My wife!" said Edward Arundel; "Mary, my poor sorrowful darling--alive?"
Belinda turned away, and buried her face upon her mother"s shoulder.
She could have borne anything better than this.
His heart--that supreme treasure, for which she had rendered up thanks to her G.o.d--had never been hers after all. A word, a breath, and she was forgotten; his thoughts went back to that other one. There was unutterable joy, there was unspeakable tenderness in his tone, as he spoke of Mary Marchmont, though _she_ stood by his side, in all her foolish bridal finery, with her heart newly broken.
"O mother," she cried, "take me away! take me away, before I die!"
Olivia flung herself upon her knees by the altar-rails. Where the pure young bride was to have knelt by her lover"s side this wretched sinner cast herself down, sunk far below all common thoughts in the black depth of her despair.
"O my sin, my sin!" she cried, with clasped hands lifted up above her head. "Will G.o.d ever forgive my sin? will G.o.d ever have pity upon me?
Can He pity, can He forgive, such guilt as mine? Even this work of to-day is no atonement to be reckoned against my wickedness. I was jealous of this other woman; I was jealous! Earthly pa.s.sion was still predominant in this miserable breast."
She rose suddenly, as if this outburst had never been, and laid her hand upon Edward Arundel"s arm.
"Come!" she said; "come!"
"To her--to Mary--my wife?"
They had taken Belinda away by this time; but Major Lawford stood looking on. He tried to draw Edward aside; but Olivia"s hand upon the young man"s arm held him like a vice.
"She is mad," whispered the Major. "Mr. Marchmont came to me last night, and warned me of all this. He told me to be prepared for anything; she has all sorts of delusions. Get her away, if you can, while I go and explain matters to Belinda. Edward, if you have a spark of manly feeling, get this woman away."
But Olivia held the bridegroom"s arm with a tightening grasp.
"Come!" she said; "come! Are you turned to stone, Edward Arundel? Is your love worth no more than this? I tell you, your wife, Mary Marchmont, is alive. Let those who doubt me come and see for themselves."
The eager spectators, standing up in the pews or crowding in the narrow aisle, were only too ready to respond to this invitation.
Olivia led her cousin out into the churchyard; she led him to the gate where the carriages were waiting. The crowd flocked after them; and the people outside began to cheer as they came out. That cheer was the signal for which the school-children had waited; and they set to work scattering flowers upon the narrow pathway, before they looked up to see who was coming to trample upon the rosebuds and jessamine, the woodbine and seringa. But they drew back, scared and wondering, as Olivia came along the pathway, sweeping those tender blossoms after her with her trailing black garments, and leading the pale bridegroom by his arm.