No need for more than that sad dissyllable.
"Then I am no nearer winning this dear hand than I was at Fareham House?" he said heartbrokenly, for he had built high hopes upon her kindness and willing companionship in that Arcadian valley.
"I told you then that I should never marry. I have not changed my mind. I never can change. I am to be Henriette"s spinster aunt."
"And Fareham"s spinster sister?" said Denzil. "I understand. We are neither of us cured of our malady. It is my disease to love you in spite of your disdain. It is your disease to love where you should not. Farewell!"
He was gone before she could reply. The livid anger of his face, the deep resentment in his voice, haunted her memory, and made life almost intolerable.
"My sin has found me out!" she said to herself, as she paced the garden with the rapid steps that indicate a distempered spirit. "What right has he to pry into the depths of my mind, and ferret out all that there is of evil in my nature? Well, he goes the surest way to make me hate him. If ever he comes here again, I will run away and hide from all who know me. I would rather be a farm-servant, and rise at daybreak to work in the fields, than endure his insolence."
She had to bear worse pain before Denzil had ridden far upon his journey; for her father came to the garden to seek her, eager to know the result of his protege"s wooing.
"Well, sweetheart," he began, taking her to his bosom and kissing her. "Do I salute the future Lady Warner?"
"No, sir; I am too well content with the name I inherit to desire any other."
"That is gracefully said, cherie; but I want to see my ewe lamb happily wedded. Has thy sweetheart stolen away without finding courage to ask the question that has been on the tip of his tongue for the last six weeks?"
"He has been both importunate and impertinent, sir, and he has had his answer. I hope I may never see him again."
"What! you have refused him? You must be mad!"
"No, sir; sober and sane enough to know when I am happy. I told you before this gentleman came here that I did not mean to marry. Surely I am not so unloving a daughter that I must be driven to take a husband, because my father will not have me."
"Angela, it is for your own safety and welfare I would see you married. What have you to succeed to when I am gone? An impoverished estate, in a country that has seen such rough changes within a score of years that one dare scarcely calculate upon a prolonged time of safety, even in this sequestered valley. G.o.d only knows when cannon-b.a.l.l.s may tear up our fields, and bullets whistle through the copses. This Monarchy, restored with such a clamorous approval, may endure no longer than the Commonwealth, which was thought to be lasting. His Majesty"s trivial life and gross extravagance have disgusted and alarmed some who loved him dearly, and have set the common people questioning whether the rough rule of the Protector were not better than the ascendency of shameless women and dissolute men. The pageantry of Whitehall may vanish like a parchment scroll in a furnace, and Charles, who has tasted the sours of exile, may be again a wanderer, dependent on the casual munificence of foreign states; and in such an evil hour," continued the Knight, his mind straying from the contemplation of his daughter"s future to the memory of his own wrongs, "Charles Stuart may remember the old puts who fought and suffered for his father, and how scurvy a recompense they had for their services."
He reverted to Denzil"s offer after a brief silence, Angela walking dutifully by his side, prepared to suffer any harshness upon his part without complaining.
"I love the young man, and he would be to me as a son," he said; "the comrade and support of my old age. I am poor, as the world goes now; have but just enough to live modestly in this retreat, where life costs but little. He is rich, and can give you a handsome seat near your sister"s mansion; and a house in London if you desire one; less splendid, doubtless, than Fareham"s palace on the Thames, but more befitting the habits and manners of an English gentleman"s wife. He can give you hounds and hawks, your riding-horses, and your coach-and-six. What more, in G.o.d"s name, can any reasonable woman desire?"
"Only one thing, sir. To live my own life in peace, as my conscience and my reason bid me. I cannot love Denzil Warner, though of late I have grown to like and respect him as a friend and most intelligent companion. Your persistence is fast changing friendship into dislike; and the very name of the man would speedily become hateful to me."
"Oh, I have done!" retorted Sir John. "I am no tyrant. You must take your own way, mistress. I can but lament that Providence gave me only two daughters, and one of them an arrant fool."
He left her in a huff, and had it not been for an astonishing event, which convulsed town and country, and suspended private interests and private quarrels in the excitement of public affairs, she would have heard much more of his discontent.
The Dutch ships were at Chatham. English men-of-war were blazing at the very mouth of the Thames, and there was panic lest the triumphant foe should sail their fire-ships up the river to London, besiege the Tower, relight the fire whose ashes were scarce grown cold, pillage, slaughter, destroy-as Tilly had destroyed the wretched Provinces in the religious war.
Here, in this sheltered haven, amidst green fields, under the lee of the Brill, the panic and consternation were as intense as if the village of St.
Nicholas were the one spot the Dutch would make for after landing; and, indeed, there were rustics who went to the placid scene where the infant Thame rises in its cradle of reed and lily, half expectant of seeing Netherlandish vessels stranded among the rushes.
The Dutch fleet was at Chatham. Ships were being sunk across the Medway, to stop the invader.
Sheerness was to be fortified. London was in arms; and Brill remembered its repulse of Hampden"s regiment with a proud consciousness of being invincible.
The Dutch fleet saved Angela many a paternal lecture; for Sir John rode post-haste towards London, and did not return until the end of the month.
In London he found Hyacinth, much disturbed about her husband, who had gone as volunteer with General Middleton, and was in command of a cavalry regiment at Chatham.
"I never saw him in such spirits as when he left me," Lady Fareham told her father. "I believe he is ever happiest when he breathes gunpowder."
Sir John"s leave-taking had been curt and moody, for Angela"s offence rankled deep in his mind; and it was as much as he could do to command his anger, even in bidding her good-bye.
"Did I not tell you that we live in troubled times, and that no man can foresee the coming evil, or how great our woes and distractions may be?" he asked, with a gloomy triumph. "Whoever thought to hear De Ruyter"s guns at Sheerness, or to see the Royal Charles led captive? Absit omen! Who knows what destruction may come upon that other Royal Charles, for whose safety we pray morning and night, and who lolls across a ba.s.set-table, perhaps, with his wantons around him, while we are on our knees supplicating the Creator for him? Who knows? We may have London in flames again, and a conflagration more fatal than the last, thou obstinate wench, before thou art a week older, and every able-bodied man called away from plough and pasture to serve the King, and desolation and famine where plenty now smiles at us. And is this a time in which to refuse a valiant and wealthy protector, a lover as honest as ever G.o.d made; a pious, conforming Christian, of unsullied name; a young man after my own pattern; a fine horseman and a good farmer; one who loves a pack of hounds and a well-bred horse, a flight of hawks and a match at bowls, better than to give chase to a she-rake in the Mall, or to drink himself stark mad at a tavern in Covent Garden with debauchees from Whitehall?"
Sir John prosed and grumbled to the last moment, but could not refuse to bend down from his saddle and kiss the fair, pale face that looked at him in piteous deprecation at the moment of parting.
"Well, keep a brave heart, Mistress Wilful. Thou art safe here yet awhile from Dutch marauders. I go but to find out how much truth there is in these panic rumours."
She begged him not to fatigue himself with too long stages, and went back to the silent house, thankful to be alone in her despondency. She felt as if the last page in her worldly life had been written. She had to turn her thoughts backward to that quiet retreat where there would at least be peace. She had promised her father that she would not return to the Convent while he wanted her at home. But was that promise to hold good if he were to embitter her life by urging her to a marriage that would only bring her unhappiness?
She had ample leisure for thought in one summer day of a solitude so absolute that she began to shiver in the sultry stillness of afternoon, and scarce ventured to raise her eyes from her embroidery frame, lest some shadowy presence, some ghost out of the dead past, should hover near, watching her as she sat alone in scenes where that pale spirit had been living flesh. The thought of all who had lived and died in that house-men and women of her own race, whose qualities of mind and person she had inherited-oppressed her in the long hours of silent reverie. Before her first day of loneliness had ended, her spirits had sunk to deepest melancholy; and in that weaker condition of mind she had begun to ask herself whether she had any right to oppose her father"s wishes by denying herself to a suitor whom she esteemed and respected, and whose filial affection would bring new sunshine into that dear father"s declining years. She had noted their manner to each other during Denzil"s protracted visit, and had seen all the evidences of a warm regard on both sides. She had too complete a faith in Denzil"s sterling worth to question the reality of any feeling which his words and manner indicated. He was above all things a man of truth and honesty. She was roaming about the gardens with her dog towards noon in the second day of her solitude, when across the yew hedges she saw white clouds of dust rising from the high-road, and heard the clatter of hoofs and roll of wheels-a noise as of a troop of cavalry-whereat Ganymede barked himself almost into an apoplexy, and rushed across the gra.s.s like a mad thing.
A great cracking of whips and sound of voices, horses galloping, horses trotting, dust enough to whiten all the hedges and greensward! Angela stood at gaze, wondering if the Dutch were coming to storm the old house, or the county militia coming to garrison it.
The Manor Moat was the destination of that clamorous troop, whoever they were. Wheels and horses stopped sharply at the great iron gate in front of the house, and the bell began to ring furiously, while other dogs, with voices that resembled Ganymede"s, answered his shrill bark with even shriller yelpings.
Angela ran towards the gate, and was near enough to see it opened to admit three black-and-tan spaniels, and one slim personage in a long flame-coloured brocatelle gown and a large beaver hat, who approached with stately movements, a small, pert nose held high, and rosy upper lip curled in patrician disdain of common things, while a fan of peac.o.c.k"s plumage, that flashed sapphire and emerald in the fierce noonday sun, was waved slowly before the dainty face, scattering the tremulous life of summer that buzzed and fluttered in the sultry air.
In the rear of this brilliant figure appeared a middle-aged person in a grey silk gown and hood, and a negro page in the Fareham livery, a waiting-woman, and a tall lackey, so many being the necessary adjuncts to the Honourable Henrietta Maria Revel"s state when she went abroad.
Angela ran to receive her niece with a cry of rapture, and the tall slip of a girl in the flame-coloured frock was clasped to her aunt"s heart with a ruthless disregard of the beaver hat and cataract of ostrich plumage.
"Prends garde d"abimer mon chapeau, p"t.i.te tante," cried Henriette, ""tis one of Lewin"s Nell Gwyn hats, and cost twenty guineas, without the buckle, which I stole out of father"s shoe t"other day. His lordship is so careless about his clothes that he wore the shoes two days and never knew there was a buckle missing, and those lazy devils his servants never told him. I believe they meant to rook him of t"other buckle."
"Chatterer, chatterer, how happy I am to see thee! But is not your mother with you?"
"Her ladyship is in London. Everybody of importance is scampering off to London; and no doubt will be rushing back to the country again if the Dutch take the Tower; but I don"t think they will while my father is able to raise a regiment."
"And mademoiselle"-with a curtsy to the lady in grey-"has brought you all this long way through the heat to see me?"
"I have brought mademoiselle," Henrietta answered contemptuously, before the Frenchwoman had finished the moue and the shrug which with her always preceded speech; "and a fine plague I had to make her come."
"Madame will conceive that, in miladi"s absence, it was a prodigious inconvenience to order two coaches, and travel so far. His lordship"s groom of the chambers is my witness that I protested against such an outrageous proceeding."
"Two coaches!" exclaimed Angela.
"A coach-and-six for me and my dogs and my gouvernante, and a coach-and-four for my people," explained Henriette, who had modelled her equipage and suite upon a reminiscence of the train which attended Lady Castlemaine"s visit to Chilton, as beheld from a nursery window.
"Come, child, and rest, out of the sun; and you, mademoiselle, must need refreshment after so long a drive."
"Our progress through a perpetual cloud of dust and a succession of narrow lanes did indeed suggest the torments of purgatory; but the happiness of madame"s gracious welcome is an all-sufficient compensation for our fatigue," mademoiselle replied, with a deep curtsey.
"I was not tired in the least," a.s.serted Henriette. "We stopped at the Crown at Thame and had strawberries and milk."
"You had strawberries and milk, mon enfant. I have a digestion which will not allow such liberties."
"And our horses were baited, and our people had their morning drink," said Henriette, with her grown-up air. "One ought always to remember cattle and servants. May we put up our horses with you, auntie? We must leave you soon after dinner, so as to be at Chilton by sunset, or mademoiselle will be afraid of highwaymen, though I told Samuel and Peter to bring their blunderbusses in case of an attack. Ma"amselle has no valuables, and at the worst I should but have to give them my diamond buckle, and my locket with his lordship"s portrait."