"Pauline, do not be unkind to me. Let me come nearer, where I may kneel at your feet and pray my prayer."
His face flushed, his heart warmed with his words; all the pa.s.sionate love that he really felt for her woke within him. There was no feigning, no pretense--it was all reality. It was not Darrell Court he was thinking of, but Pauline, peerless, queenly Pauline; and in that moment he felt that he could give his whole life to win her.
"Let me pray my prayer," he repeated; "let me tell you how dearly I love you, Pauline--so dearly and so well that if you send me from you my life will be a burden to me, and I shall be the most wretched of men."
She did not look proud of angry, but merely sorry. Her dark eyes drooped, her lips even quivered.
"You love me," she rejoined--"really love me, Captain Langton?"
He interrupted her.
"I loved you the first moment that I saw you. I have admired others, but I have seen none like you. All the deep, pa.s.sionate love of my heart has gone out to you; and, if you throw it from you, Pauline, I shall die."
"I am very sorry," she murmured, gently.
"Nay, not sorry. Why should you be sorry? You would not take a man"s life, and hold it in the hollow of your hand, only to fling it away. You may have richer lovers, you may have t.i.tles and wealth offered to you, but you will never have a love truer or deeper than mine."
There was a ring of truth about his words, and they haunted her.
"I know I am unworthy of you. If I were a crowned king, and you, my peerless Pauline, the humblest peasant, I should choose you from the whole world to be my wife. But I am only a soldier--a poor soldier. I have but one treasure, and that I offer to you--the deepest, truest love of my heart. I would that I were a king, and could woo you more worthily."
She looked up quickly--his eyes were drinking in the beauty of her face; but there was something in them from which she shrank without knowing why. She would have spoken, but he went on, quickly:
"Only grant my prayer, Pauline--promise to be my wife--promise to love me--and I will live only for you. I will give you my heart, my thoughts, my life. I will take you to bright sunny lands, and will show you all that the earth holds beautiful and fair. You shall be my queen, and I will be your humblest slave."
His voice died away in a great tearless sob--he loved her so dearly, and there was so much at stake. She looked at him with infinite pity in her dark eyes. He had said all that he could think of; he had wooed her as eloquently as he was able; he had done his best, and now he waited for some word from her.
There were tenderness, pity, and surprise in her musical voice as she spoke to him.
"I am so sorry, Captain Langton. I never thought you loved me so well. I never dreamed that you had placed all your heart in your love."
"I have," he affirmed. "I have been reckless; I have thrown heart, love, manhood, life, all at your feet together. If you trample ruthlessly on them, Pauline, you will drive me to desperation and despair."
"I do not trample on them," she said, gently; "I would not wrong you so.
I take them up in my hands and restore them to you, thanking you for the gift."
"What do you mean, Pauline?" he asked, while the flush died from his face.
"I mean," she replied, softly, "that I thank you for the gift you have offered me, but that I cannot accept it. I cannot be your wife, for I do not love you."
He stood for some minutes dazed by the heavy blow; he had taken hope from her gentle manner, and the disappointment was almost greater than he could bear.
"It gives me as much pain to say this," she continued, "as it gives you to hear it; pray believe that."
"I cannot bear it!" he cried. "I will not bear it! I will not believe it! It is my life I ask from you, Pauline--my life! You cannot send me from you to die in despair!"
His anguish was real, not feigned. Love, life, liberty, all were at stake. He knelt at her feet; he covered her white, jeweled hands with kisses and with hot, pa.s.sionate tears. Her keen womanly instinct told her there was no feigning in the deep, broken sob that rose to his lips.
"It is my life!" he repeated. "If you send me from you, Pauline, I shall be a desperate, wicked man."
"You should not be so," she remarked, gently; "a great love, even if it be unfortunate, should enn.o.ble a man, not make him wicked."
"Pauline," he entreated, "you must unsay those words. Think that you might learn to love me in time. I will be patient--I will wait long years for you--I will do anything to win you; only give me some hope that in time to come you will be mine."
"I cannot," she said; "it would be so false. I could never love you, Captain Langton."
He raised his face to hers.
"Will you tell me why? You do not reject me because I am poor--you are too n.o.ble to care for wealth. It is not because I am a soldier, with nothing to offer you but a loving heart. It is not for these things. Why do you reject me, Pauline?"
"No, you are right; it is not for any of those reasons; they would never prevent my being your wife if I loved you."
"Then why can you not love me?" he persisted.
"For many reasons. You are not at all the style of man I could love.
How can you doubt me? Here you are wooing me, asking me to be your wife, offering me your love, and my hand does not tremble, my heart does not beat; your words give me no pleasure, only pain; I am conscious of nothing but a wish to end the interview. This is not love, is it, Captain Langton?"
"But in time," he pleaded--"could you not learn to care for me in time?"
"No, I am quite sure. You must not think I speak to pain you, but indeed you are the last man living with whom I could fall in love, or whom I could marry. If you were, as you say, a king, and came to me with a crown to offer, it would make no difference. It is better, as I am sure you will agree, to speak plainly."
Even in the moonlight she saw how white his face had grown, and what a sudden shadow of despair had come into his eyes. He stood silent for some minutes.
"You have unmanned me," he said, slowly, "but, Pauline, there is something else for you to hear. You must listen to me for your own sake," he added; and then Aubrey Langton"s face flushed, his lips grew dry and hot, his breath came in short quick gasps--he had played a manly part, but now he felt that what he had to say would sound like a threat.
He did not know how to begin, and she was looking at him with those dark, calm eyes of hers, with that new light of pity on her face.
"Pauline," he said, hoa.r.s.ely, "Sir Oswald wishes for this marriage. Oh, spare me--love me--be mine, because of the great love I bear you!"
"I cannot," she returned; "in my eyes it is a crime to marry without love. What you have to say of Sir Oswald say quickly."
"But you will hate me for it," he said.
"No, I will not be so unjust as to blame you for Sir Oswald"s fault."
"He wishes us to marry; he is not only willing, but it would give him more pleasure than anything else on earth; and he says--do not blame me, Pauline--that if you consent he will make you mistress of Darrell Court and all his rich revenues."
She laughed--the pity died from her face, the proud, hard expression came back.
"He must do that in any case," she said, haughtily. "I am a Darrell; he would not dare to pa.s.s me by."
"Let me speak frankly to you, Pauline, for your own sake--your own sake, dear, as well as mine. You err--he is not so bound. Although the Darrell property has always descended from father to son, the entail was destroyed fifty years ago, and Sir Oswald is free to leave his property to whom he likes. There is only one imperative condition--whoever takes it must take with it the name of Darrell. Sir Oswald told me that much himself."
"But he would not dare to pa.s.s me--a Darrell--by, and leave it to a stranger."
"Perhaps not; but, honestly, Pauline, he told me that you were eccentric--I know that you are adorable--and that he would not dare to leave Darrell Court to you unless you were married to some one in whom he felt confidence--and that some one, Pauline, is your humble slave here, who adores you. Listen, dear--I have not finished. He said nothing about leaving the Court to a stranger; but he did say that unless we were married he himself should marry."
She laughed mockingly.