Again Dr. Howe realized that he must control himself; if he got into a pa.s.sion, there would be an end of bringing about a reconciliation.
"You made me forget myself," he said. "I didn"t mean to speak of my own feelings. It is Helen I want to talk about." Perhaps some flash of memory brought her face before his eyes. "Sit down," he added brusquely,--"you look tired;" and indeed the pallor of John"s face was deadly.
The rector, in his impatience, sat on the edge of his chair, one plump fist resting on the table, and the other hand clenched on the head of his cane. His arguments and entreaties were equally divided, but he resolutely checked the denunciations which trembled upon his lips. John answered him almost tenderly; his own grief was not so absorbing that he could be indifferent to the danger of a man who set the opinion of the world before the solemn obligations of his profession. Carefully, and fully, and very quietly, he explained his position in regard to his parish; but when Dr. Howe urged that Helen might observe all proper forms, and yet keep silence on what was, after all, a most immaterial difference, John roused to sudden pa.s.sion. Here was an old temptation.
"G.o.d forbid!" he said. "Observe forms, and let her hope of spiritual life die? No, no,--not that. Form without soul is dead. You must have seen that too often."
"Well, I"ll tell you what to do," said the rector, in his eagerness pulling his chair closer to John"s, and resting his hand almost confidentially upon his knee: "if you fear her influence in your parish,--and of course I understand that,--why, give her a letter to another church."
John half smiled, but did not answer. The room had grown dark as they talked, and now Alfaretta brought a lamp, looking curiously at the rector, as she pa.s.sed him. "Supper"s ready, Mr. Ward," she said.
"Yes," John said. "Dr. Howe, I hope"--
But the rector plunged again into argument. Once he stopped, and said, "So, surely, she can return?"
"It is impossible," John answered quietly.
And again, "You will let me send her back?"
And he said, "No."
At last, wearied and baffled, Dr. Howe rose. He leaned heavily forward on the table, his open palm resting on the volume of sermons, which Alfaretta had lifted from the floor, and he looked steadily at John.
"Then, sir," he said slowly, "I am to understand, for my niece, that this monstrous decision of yours is fixed and unchangeable? We cannot hope that her love, or her youth, or your duty, or the miserable scandal of the affair, will ever move your cruel determination?"
John rose, too. The interview had been a terrible strain. His courage was unshaken, but his strength was leaving him; a pathetic desire for sympathy and understanding seized him. "I love her too much to change.
Don"t you understand? But I cling to more than human strength, when I say, I will not change."
"Then, by Heaven," cried the rector, "neither shall she! With my consent she shall never return to a man who reads such books as those," and he pointed to the row of Edwards,--"a man who denies good in anything outside his own miserable conception of religion; the very existence of whose faith is a denunciation and execration of every one who does not agree with him. You are firm, sir? So is she! I bid you good-day."
He turned to the door, breathing hard through his shut teeth. John Ward followed him, and laid his hand upon his arm. "Do not go," he said; "there is much I would like to say; and you will spend the night here with me? I beg that you will not go."
"The roof which refuses to shelter my niece," answered Dr. Howe, his voice shaking with anger, "shall not be over my head!"
"Then," said John slowly and gently, "you must listen now to what I have to say."
"Must!" cried the rector.
"Yes, for it is your duty to listen, as it is mine to speak. I dare not hear a servant of G.o.d set the opinion of the world above a conception of duty--no matter how strained and unnatural the duty may appear to him--and keep silence. I cannot listen when you urge Helen"s temporal happiness, and refuse to consider her eternal welfare, and not tell you you are wrong. You evade the truth; you seek ease in Zion. I charge you, by the sacred name of Him whose minister you are, that you examine your own soul."
Dr. Howe looked at him, his face crimson with anger. "Sir," he stammered, flinging the detaining hand from his arm,--"sir!" And then, for the first time since Archibald Howe took orders, an oath burst from his lips; he struck his stick madly against the table, and rushed from the room.
Alfaretta was lying in wait for him at the garden gate, a large and rustic bunch of flowers in her hand, which she hoped he would carry to Helen.
"How"s Mrs. Ward?" she said, trying to detain him. "When will she be home?"
"Get out of my way, girl!" he cried, and, slamming the gate behind him, he strode down the street.
CHAPTER XXIX.
When Dr. Howe reached his own door, Helen was waiting for him.
She had been sitting on the porch alone for more than an hour. She had been very quiet; there was none of that restlessness which excitement produced in her uncle or cousin; but when she saw Dr. Howe, she rose, and stood trembling at the head of the steps. The rector flung himself out of the carriage almost before it stopped.
"I want to see you, Helen," he said. "I have something to say to you.
Come into the library."
She followed him silently, and when he had closed the door he turned and looked at her. "Now, my child," he began, "you must listen to what I have to say."
He stood with one hand on his hip, and lifted the forefinger of the other as he spoke. "I have seen that man. I have been insulted by him. He is as firm as the devil can make him that you shall not return to him. Now, I have no right to interfere between husband and wife; you are entirely free at any moment to follow any course you may wish. At the same time, I must tell you that I shall respect you more if you do not return to him. And I want to add one other thing: from this time, his name is not to be spoken in my presence."
Helen"s face had grown slowly whiter. "Oh, you will not understand!" she said hoa.r.s.ely; but he interrupted her.
"I am sorry for you, my darling. Oh, what a blow this would have been for your mother! Poor Mary felt any family trouble so deeply. But you must be a woman, you must bear it bravely. Yes, your marriage with this fanatic was a terrible mistake, but we must bear it."
Helen shook her head; she could not speak. She had not known that she had hoped anything from her uncle"s visit, but this final despair almost over-powered her.
"He thinks you are going to change your mind in a week or two," he went on. "I"d say he was insane if he were not so cruel! There is too much method in his madness. There! I cannot speak of it; let us drop the subject. Your place in my heart is secure; I trust you will never leave me; but on this one topic we cannot meet." Then with a sudden tenderness, "Oh, Helen, how hard this is for you! You must try to forgive him,--I cannot."
"Forgive him?" she said, almost in a whisper, her beautiful eyes dilating and her lips white. "Oh, John, how I have wronged you, if they think I have anything to forgive!"
Dr. Howe looked at her, and seemed to swallow a sob; then he opened his arms, and, drawing her head down on his shoulder, "Poor child," he said, "poor child!"
But this softening on his part met no response from Helen. "You do not understand John," she said, "and so--so please do not think about me."
The rebuff sent the rector back to his own resentment. "Remember, I do not wish to speak of him again, Helen. I have nothing more to say."
Nor would he say more to Lois and Mrs. Dale than that John Ward was inflexible, and he wished no further discussion upon the subject; he also forbade any urging that Helen should return to her husband.
"Well, but, brother, what explanation shall we give of her being here?"
asked Mrs. Dale anxiously.
"I"m sure I don"t know," he answered impatiently; "anything but the truth."
"Why, Archibald!" his sister cried, in a shocked tone.
"Oh, well, you know what I mean," he said; "make some sort of an excuse.
Of course, don"t say anything which is untrue, but don"t tell people our private affairs."
"Do you think she"ll ever go back to him?" Mrs. Dale inquired, looking at him meditatively over her gla.s.ses.
"I hope not!" he said savagely. "Now stop, Adele, stop! I will not discuss that man!"
"Where did she get her obstinacy?" Mrs. Dale sighed. "I suppose it was from her father"s side. And the whole affair is so ill-bred; one would know Helen was not all a Howe. I always felt there was something lacking in Charles Jeffrey, though poor dear Mary was so infatuated. Yes, I remember, when that sister of his came here to visit us, I did not feel sure, not at all sure, that the Jeffreys were really well-born people.
She used to sit up straight and uncomfortable in a carriage. I never saw her lean back, and I always said that that girl"s grandmother wasn"t used to riding in carriages! So you see, that"s where Helen gets her--her bad taste."