"She is only as her mother was; as you were, Eliza--always rebellious.
Kate, sit down to the piano and play one of your pretty tunes."
"I won"t," responded Kate. "Play yourself, Aunt Emma."
Dashing through the open gla.s.s doors, Kate began tossing a ball on the broad gravel walk below the terrace. Mrs. Carradyne cautioned her not to break the windows, and turned to the tea-table.
"Don"t make the tea yet, Aunt Emma," interrupted Miss Monk, in tones that were quite like a command. "Mr. Grame is coming, and he won"t care for cold tea."
Mrs. Carradyne returned to her seat. She thought the opportunity had come to say something to her niece which she had been wanting to say.
"You invited Mr. Grame, Eliza?"
"I did," said Eliza, looking defiance.
"My dear," resumed Mrs. Carradyne with some hesitation, "forgive me if I offer you a word of advice. You have no mother; I pray you to listen to me in her stead. You must change your line of behaviour to Mr. Grame."
Eliza"s dark face turned red and haughty. "I do not understand you, Aunt Emma."
"Nay, I think you do understand me, my dear. You have incautiously allowed yourself to fall into--into an undesirable liking for Mr. Grame.
An _unseemly_ liking, Eliza."
"Unseemly!"
"Yes; because it has not been sought. Cannot you see, Eliza, how he instinctively recedes from it? how he would repel it were he less the gentleman than he is? Child, I shrink from saying these things to you, but it is needful. You have good sense, Eliza, keen discernment, and you might see for yourself that it is not to you Mr. Grame"s love is given--or ever will be."
For once in her life Eliza Monk allowed herself to betray agitation. She opened her trembling lips to speak, but closed them again.
"A moment yet, Eliza. Let us suppose, for argument"s sake, that Mr.
Grame loved you; that he wished to marry you; you know, my dear, how utterly useless it would be. Your father would not suffer it."
"Mr. Grame is of gentle descent; my father is attached to him," disputed Eliza.
"But Mr. Grame has nothing but his living--a hundred and sixty pounds a year; _you_ must make a match in accordance with your own position. It would be Katherine"s trouble, Katherine"s rebellion over again. But this was mentioned for argument"s sake only; Mr. Grame will never sue for anything of the kind; and I must beg of you, my dear, to put all idea of it away, and to change your manner towards him."
"Perhaps you fancy he may wish to sue for Lucy!" cried Eliza, in fierce resentment.
"That is a great deal more likely than the other. And the difficulties in her case would not be so great."
"And pray why, Aunt Emma?"
"Because, my dear, I should not resent it as your father would. I am not so ambitious for her as he is for you."
"A fine settlement for her--Robert Grame and his hundred----"
"Who is taking my name in vain?" cried a pleasant voice from the open window; and Robert Grame entered.
"I was," said Eliza readily; her tone changing like magic to sweet suavity, her face putting on its best charm. "About to remark that the Reverend Robert Grame has a hundred faults. Aunt Emma agrees with me."
He laughed lightly, regarding it as pleasantry, and inquired for Hubert.
Eliza stepped out on the terrace when tea was over, talking to Mr.
Grame; they began to pace it slowly together. Kate and her ball sported on the gravel walk beneath. It was a warm, serene evening, the silver moon shining, the evening star just appearing in the clear blue sky.
"Lucy being away, you cannot enjoy your usual flirtation with her,"
remarked Miss Monk, in a light tone.
But he did not take it lightly. Rarely had his voice been more serious than when he answered: "I beg your pardon. I do not flirt--I have never flirted with Miss Carradyne."
"No! It has looked like it."
Mr. Grame remained silent. "I hope not," he said at last. "I did not intend--I did not think. However, I must mend my manners," he added more gaily. "To flirt at all would ill become my sacred calling. And Lucy Carradyne is superior to any such trifling."
Her pulses were coursing on to fever heat. With her whole heart she loved Robert Grame: and the secret preference he had unconsciously betrayed for Lucy had served to turn her later days to bitterness.
"Possibly you mean something more serious," said Eliza, compressing her lips.
"If I mean anything, I should certainly mean it seriously," replied the young clergyman, his face blushing as he made the avowal. "But I may not. I have been reflecting much latterly, and I see I may not. If my income were good it might be a different matter. But it is not; and marriage for me must be out of the question."
"With a portionless girl, yes. Robert Grame," she went on rapidly with impa.s.sioned earnestness, "when you marry, it must be with someone who can help you; whose income will compensate for the deficiency of yours.
Look around you well: there may be some young ladies rich in the world"s wealth, even in Church Leet, who will forget your want of fortune for your own sake."
Did he misunderstand her? It was hardly possible. She had a large fortune; Lucy none. But he answered as though he comprehended not. It may be that he deemed it best to set her ill-regulated hopes at rest for ever.
"One can hardly suppose a temptation of that kind would fall in the way of an obscure individual like myself. If it did, I could only reject it.
I should not marry for money. I shall never marry where I do not love."
They had halted near one of the terrace seats. On it lay a toy of Kate"s, a little wooden "box of bells." Mechanically, her mind far away, Eliza took it up and began, still mechanically, turning the wire which set the bells playing with a soft but not unpleasant jingle.
"You love Lucy Carradyne!" she whispered.
"I fear I do," he answered. "Though I have struggled against the conviction."
A sudden crash startled them; shivers of gla.s.s fell before their feet; fit accompaniment to the shattered hopes of one who stood there. Kate Danc.o.x, aiming at Mr. Grame"s hat, had sent her ball through the window.
He leaped away to catch the culprit, and Eliza Monk sat down on the bench, all gladness gone out of her. Her love-dream had turned out to be a snare and a delusion.
"Who did that?"
Captain Monk, frightened from his after-dinner nap by the crash, came forth in anger. Kate got a box on the ear, and was sent to bed howling.
"You should send her to school, papa."
"And I will," declared the Captain. "She startled me out of a sleep. Out of a dream, too. And it is not often I dream. I thought I was hearing the chimes again."
"Chimes which I have not yet been fortunate enough to hear at all," said Mr. Grame with a smile. Eliza recalled the sound of the bells she had set in motion, and thought it must have reached her father in his sleep.
"By George, no! You shall, though, Grame. They shall ring the new year in when it comes."
"Aunt Emma won"t like that," laughingly commented Eliza. She was trying to be gay and careless before Robert Grame.