"His next bad point," he went on, "is his pride, which is abnormal, although from childhood I have done my best to inculcate humility of spirit into his heart. He cannot bear any affront, or even neglect. For instance, he left me for some years just because he did not consider that he was received properly on his return from Switzerland; also because he went into a rage, for he has a very evil temper if roused, when I suggested that he wanted to run after your daughter"s money."
"Well, it wasn"t a very nice thing to say, was it? But I think I see light. He"s proud, is he, and don"t like allusions to fortune-hunting.
All right; I"ll rub his nose in the dirt and make him good. I"m just the boy for a job of that sort, as perhaps you will agree, my reverend friend; and if he shows his airs to me, I"ll kick him off the premises.
Come on! I dare say we shall find them still in the church, where they think themselves so snug, although the rain has stopped."
So this precious pair started, each of them bent, though for different reasons, upon as evil a mission as the mind of man can conceive. For what is there more wicked than to wish to bring about the separation and subsequent misery of two young people who, as they guessed well enough, loved each other body and soul, and thereby to spoil their lives? Yet, so strange is human nature, that neither of them thought that they were committing any sin. Mr. Knight, now and afterwards, justified himself with the reflection that he was parting his son from a "pernicious" young woman of strong character, who would probably lead him away from religion as it was understood by him. One also whom he looked upon as the worst of outcasts, who deserved and doubtless was destined to inhabit h.e.l.l, because hastily she had rejected his form of faith, as the young are apt to do, for reasons, however hollow, that seemed to her sufficient.
He took no account of his bitter, secret jealousy of this girl, who, as he thought, had estranged his son from him, and prevented him from carrying out his cherished plans of making of him a clergyman like himself, or of his innate physical hatred of women which caused him to desire that G.o.dfrey should remain celibate. These motives, although he was well aware of them, he set down as naught, being quite sure, in view of the goodness of his aims, that they would be overlooked or even commended by the Power above Whom he pictured in his mind"s eye as a furious old man, animated chiefly by jealousy and a desire to wreak vengeance on and torture the helpless. For it is the lessons of the Old Testament that sink most deeply into the souls of Mr. Knight and his kind.
Sir John"s ends were quite different. He was the very vulgarest of self-made men, coa.r.s.e and brutal by nature, a sensualist of the type that is untouched by imagination; a man who would crush anyone who stood in his path without compunction, just because that person did stand in his path. But he was extremely shrewd--witness the way he saw through Mr. Knight--and in his own fashion very able--witness his success in life.
Moreover, since a man of his type has generally some object beyond the mere acquiring of money, particularly after it has been acquired, he had his, to rise high, for he was very ambitious. His natural discernment set all his own failings before him in the clearest light; also their consequences. He knew that he was vulgar and brutal, and that as a result all persons of real gentility looked down upon him, however much they might seem to cringe before his money and power, yes, though they chanced to be but labouring men.
For instance, his wife had done so, which was one of the reasons why he hated her, as indeed had all her distinguished relatives, after they came to know him, although he lent them money. He knew that even if he became a peer, as he fully expected to do, it would be the same story; outward deference and lip service, but inward dislike and contempt. In short, there were limits which he could never hope to pa.s.s, and therefore so far as he was concerned, his ambitious thirst must remain unslaked.
But he had a daughter whom Nature, perhaps because of her mother"s blood, had set in quite a different cla.s.s. She had his ability, but she was gentle-born, which he was not, one who could mix with and be welcomed by the highest in the world, and this without the slightest question. If not beautiful, she was very distinguished; she had presence and what the French call "the air." Further, she would be one of the richest women in England. Considered from his point of view, therefore, it was but natural that he should desire her to make a brilliant marriage and found a great family, which he would thus have originated--at any rate, to some extent. Night and day he longed that this should come about, and it was the reason why the young Lord Mounteroy was visiting Hawk"s Hall.
Mounteroy had met Isobel at a dinner-party in London the other day and admired her. He had told an old lady--a kind of society tout--who had repeated it to Sir John, that he wished to get married, and that Isobel Blake was the sort of girl he would like to marry. He was a clever man, also ambitious, one who had hopes of some day ruling the country, but to do this he needed behind him great and a.s.sured fortune in addition to his ancient but somewhat impoverished rank. In short, she suited his book, and he suited that of Sir John. Now, the thing to do was to bring it about that he should also suit Isobel"s book. And just at the critical moment this accursed accident had happened. Oh! it was too much.
No wonder that Sir John was filled with righteous wrath and a stern determination to "make things hot" for the cause of the "accident" as, led to the attack by the active but dripping Mr. Knight whom he designated in his heart as that "little cur of a parson," much as an overfed and bloated bloodhound might be by some black and vicious mongrel, he tramped heavily towards the church. Indeed they made a queer contrast, this small, active but fierce-faced man in his sombre, shiny garments and dingy white tie, and the huge, ample-paunched baronet with his red, flat face, heavy lips and projecting but intelligent eyes, clothed in a new suit, wearing an enormous black pearl in his necktie and a diamond ring on his finger; the very ideal of Mammon in every detail of his person and of his carefully advertised opulence.
Isobel, whose humour had its sardonic side, and who was the first to catch sight of them when they reached the church, Mr. Knight tripping ahead, and Sir John hot with the exercise in the close, moist air, lumbering after him with his mouth open, compared them in her mind to a fierce little pilot fish conducting an overfed shark to some helpless prey which it had discovered battling with the waters of circ.u.mstance; that after all, was only another version of the mongrel and the bloodhound. Also she compared them to other things, even less complimentary.
Yet none of these, perhaps, was really adequate, either to the evil intentions or the repellent appearance of this pair as they advanced upon their wicked mission of jealousy and hate.
CHAPTER XVI
LOVE AND LOSS
All unaware that they had been seen and by no friendly eyes, G.o.dfrey and Isobel remained embracing each other for quite a long while. At length she wrenched herself away and, sinking on to a chancel bench, motioned to him to seat himself beside her.
"Let us talk," she said in a new voice, a strange voice that was low and rich, such as he had never heard her use, "let us talk, my dear."
"What of?" he asked almost in a whisper as he took his place, and her hand, which he held against his beating heart. "My soul has been talking to yours for the last five minutes, or is it five seconds or five years? It does not seem to have anything more to say."
"Yet I think there is plenty to be said, G.o.dfrey. Do you know that while we were kissing each other there some very queer ideas got hold of me, not only of the sort which might be expected in our case? You remember that Plantagenet lady who lies buried beneath where we were standing, she whose dress I once copied to wear at the ball when I came out."
"Don"t speak of that," he interrupted, "for then you were kissing someone else."
"It is not true. I never kissed anyone else in that way, and I do not think I ever shall. I kissed a rose, that"s all, and I gather that you have done as much and very likely a great deal more. But it is of the lady I am speaking, not of the ball. She seemed to come up from her grave and enter into me, and say something."
"Well, what did she say, Isobel?" he asked dreamily.
"That"s it, I don"t know, although she talked to me as one might to oneself. All I know is that it was of trouble and patience and great joy, and war and tragedy in which I must be intimately concerned, and--after the tragedy--of a most infinite rest and bliss."
"I expect she was telling you her own story, which seems to have ended well," he replied in the same dreamy fashion.
"Yes, I think so, but also that she meant that her story would be my story, copied you know, as I copied her dress. Of course it is all nonsense, just the influence of the place taking hold of me when overcome by other things, but at the time it seemed very real."
"So does a bad dream," said G.o.dfrey, "but for all that it isn"t real.
Still it is odd that everything important seems to happen to us within a few feet of that lady"s dust, and I can"t quite disbelieve in spirits and their power of impressing themselves upon us; I wish I could. The strange thing is that _you_ should put any faith in them."
"I don"t, though I admit that my views about such matters are changing.
You know I used to be sure that when we die everything is over with us.
Now I think differently, why I cannot say."
Then the subject dropped, because really they were both wrapped in the great joy of a glorious hour and disinclined to dwell upon fancies about a woman who had died five hundred years ago, or on metaphysical speculations. Also the fear of what might follow upon that hour haunted them more vividly than any hovering ghost, if such there were.
"My dear," said Isobel, "I am sorry, but I must say it; I am sure that there will be trouble about this business."
"No doubt, Isobel; there always is trouble, at least where I am concerned; also one can"t be happy without paying. But what does it matter so long as we stick to each other? Soon we shall both be of age and can do what we like."
"One always thinks that, G.o.dfrey, and yet, somehow, one never can. Free will is a fraud in that sense as in every other."
"I have something, as you know, enough with my pay to enable us to get on, even if you were disinherited, dear, though, of course, you could not live as you have been accustomed to do."
"Oh! don"t talk to me of money," she said impatiently, "though for the matter of that, I have something, too, a little that comes to me from my mother. Money won"t divide us, G.o.dfrey."
"Then what will, Isobel?"
"Nothing in the long run," she answered with conviction, "not even death itself, since in a way we are one and part of each other and therefore cannot be separated for always, whatever happens for a while, as I am sure that something will happen which will make you leave me."
"I swear that I will never leave you, I will die with you first," he exclaimed, springing up.
"Such oaths have been made often and broken--before the dawn," she answered, smiling and shaking her head.
"I swear that I will always love you," he went on.
"Ah! now I believe you, dear!" she broke in again. "However badly you may behave, you will always love me because you must."
"Well, and will you always love me however badly I behave?"
"Of course," she answered simply, "because I must. Oh! whatever we may hear about each other, we may be quite certain that we still love each other--because we must--and all your heaven and h.e.l.l cannot make any difference, no, not if they were both to join forces and try their best. But that does not mean that necessarily we shall marry each other, for I think that people who love like that rarely do marry, because, you see, they would be too happy, which something is always trying to prevent. It may mean, however," she added reflectively, "that we shall not marry anybody else, though even that might happen in your case--not in mine. Always remember, G.o.dfrey, that I shall never marry anybody else, not even if you took three wives one after the other."
"Three wives!" gasped G.o.dfrey.
"Yes, why not? It would be quite natural, wouldn"t it, if you wouldn"t marry me, and even proper. Only I should never take one--husband, I mean--not from any particular virtue, but just because I couldn"t. You see, it would make me ill. And if I tried I should only run away."
"Oh! stop talking nonsense," said G.o.dfrey, "when so soon you will have to go to see about those people," and he held out his arms.
She sank into them, and for a little while they forgot their doubts and fears.
The rain had ceased, and the triumphant sun shining gloriously through the west window of stained gla.s.s, poured its rays upon them, dyeing them all the colours of an angel"s wings. Also incidentally it made them extremely conspicuous in that dusky church, of which they had all this while forgotten to shut the door.