"Then we had better not speak of her."
"Listen to me a moment. In order that I may not do so, it will be better for me--better for us all, that I should leave the house."
"Do you mean to say--?"
"Yes, I do mean to say! I mean to say all that your mind is now suggesting to you. I quite understand your feelings when you declare that a man does not like to talk of his own sister, and therefore we will talk of your sister no more. Old fellow, don"t look at me as though you meant to drop me."
Augustus came back to the bedside, and again seating himself, put his hand almost caressingly over his friend"s shoulder. "I did not think of this," he said.
"No; one never does think of it," Graham replied.
"And she?"
"She knows no more of it than that bed-post," said Graham. "The injury, such as there is, is all on one side. But I"ll tell you who suspects it."
"Baker?"
"Your mother. I am much mistaken if you will not find that she, with all her hospitality, would prefer that I should recover my strength elsewhere."
"But you have done nothing to betray yourself."
"A mother"s ears are very sharp. I know that it is so. I cannot explain to you how. Do you tell her that I think of getting up to London to-morrow, and see how she will take it. And, Staveley, do not for a moment suppose that I am reproaching her. She is quite right.
I believe that I have in no way committed myself--that I have said no word to your sister with which Lady Staveley has a right to feel herself aggrieved; but if she has had the wit to read the thoughts of my bosom, she is quite right to wish that I were out of the house."
Poor Lady Staveley had been possessed of no such wit at all. The sphynx which she had read had been one much more in her own line. She had simply read the thoughts in her daughter"s bosom--or rather, the feelings in her daughter"s heart.
Augustus Staveley hardly knew what he ought to say. He was not prepared to tell his friend that he was the very brother-in-law for whose connection he would be desirous. Such a marriage for Madeline, even should Madeline desire it, would not be advantageous. When Augustus told Graham that he had gifts of nature which made him equal to any lady, he did not include his own sister. And yet the idea of acquiescing in his friend"s sudden departure was very painful to him.
"There can be no reason why you should not stay up here, you know,"
at last he said;--and in so saying he p.r.o.nounced an absolute verdict against poor Felix.
On few matters of moment to a man"s own heart can he speak out plainly the whole truth that is in him. Graham had intended so to do, but had deceived himself. He had not absolutely hoped that his friend would say, "Come among us, and be one of us; take her, and be my brother." But yet there came upon his heart a black load of disappointment, in that the words which were said were the exact opposite of these. Graham had spoken of himself as unfit to match with Madeline Staveley, and Madeline Staveley"s brother had taken him at his word. The question which Augustus asked himself was this--Was it, or was it not practicable that Graham should remain there without danger of intercourse with his sister? To Felix the question came in a very different shape. After having spoken as he had spoken--might he be allowed to remain there, enjoying such intercourse, or might he not? That was the question to which he had unconsciously demanded an answer;--and unconsciously he had still hoped that the question might be answered in his favour. He had so hoped, although he was burdened with Mary Snow, and although he had spoken of his engagement with that lady in so rigid a spirit of self-martyrdom. But the question had been answered against him. The offer of a further asylum in the seclusion of that bedroom had been made to him by his friend with a sort of proviso that it would not be well that he should go further than the bedroom, and his inner feelings at once grated against each other, making him wretched and almost angry.
"Thank you, no; I understand how kind you are, but I will not do that. I will write up to-night, and shall certainly start to-morrow."
"My dear fellow--"
"I should get into a fever, if I were to remain in this house after what I have told you. I could not endure to see you, or your mother, or Baker, or Marian, or any one else. Don"t talk about it. Indeed, you ought to feel that it is not possible. I have made a confounded a.s.s of myself, and the sooner I get away the better. I say--perhaps you would not be angry if I was to ask you to let me sleep for an hour or so now. After that I"ll get up and write my letters."
He was very sore. He knew that he was sick at heart, and ill at ease, and cross with his friend; and knew also that he was unreasonable in being so. Staveley"s words and manner had been full of kindness.
Graham was aware of this, and was therefore the more irritated with himself. But this did not prevent his being angry and cross with his friend.
"Graham," said the other, "I see clearly enough that I have annoyed you."
"Not in the least. A man falls into the mud, and then calls to another man to come and see him. The man in the mud of course is not comfortable."
"But you have called to me, and I have not been able to help you."
"I did not suppose you would, so there has been no disappointment.
Indeed, there was no possibility for help. I shall follow out the line of life which I have long since chalked out for myself, and I do not expect that I shall be more wretched than other poor devils around me. As far as my idea goes, it all makes very little difference. Now leave me; there"s a good fellow."
"Dear old fellow, I would give my right hand if it would make you happy!"
"But it won"t. Your right hand will make somebody else happy, I hope."
"I"ll come up to you again before dinner."
"Very well. And, Staveley, what we have now said cannot be forgotten between us; but when we next meet, and ever after, let it be as though it were forgotten." Then he settled himself down on the bed, and Augustus left the room.
It will not be supposed that Graham did go to sleep, or that he had any thought of doing so. When he was alone those words of his friend rang over and over again in his ears, "No girl ought to be out of your reach." Why should Madeline Staveley be out of his reach, simply because she was his friend"s sister? He had been made welcome to that house, and therefore he was bound to do nothing unhandsome by the family. But then he was bound by other laws, equally clear, to do nothing unhandsome by any other family--or by any other lady. If there was anything in Staveley"s words, they applied as strongly to Staveley"s sister as to any other girl. And why should not he, a lawyer, marry a lawyer"s daughter? Sophia Furnival, with her hatful of money, would not be considered too high for him; and in what respect was Madeline Staveley above Sophia Furnival? That the one was immeasurably above the other in all those respects which in his estimation tended towards female perfection, he knew to be true enough; but the fruit which he had been forbidden to gather hung no higher on the social tree than that other fruit which he had been specially invited to pluck and garner.
And then Graham was not a man to think any fruit too high for him.
He had no overweening idea of his own deserts, either socially or professionally, nor had he taught himself to expect great things from his own genius; but he had that audacity of spirit which bids a man hope to compa.s.s that which he wishes to compa.s.s,--that audacity which is both the father and mother of success,--that audacity which seldom exists without the inner capability on which it ought to rest.
But then there was Mary Snow! Augustus Staveley thought but little of Mary Snow. According to his theory of his friend"s future life, Mary Snow might be laid aside without much difficulty. If this were so, why should not Madeline be within his reach? But then was it so? Had he not betrothed himself to Mary Snow in the presence of the girl"s father, with every solemnity and a.s.surance, in a manner fixed beyond that of all other betrothals? Alas, yes; and for this reason it was right that he should hurry away from Noningsby.
Then he thought of Mary"s letter, and of Mrs. Thomas"s letter. What was it that had been done? Mary had written as though she had been charged with some childish offence; but Mrs. Thomas talked solemnly of acquitting her own conscience. What could have happened that had touched Mrs. Thomas in the conscience?
But his thoughts soon ran away from the little house at Peckham, and settled themselves again at Noningsby. Should he hear more of Madeline"s footsteps?--and if not, why should they have been banished from the corridor? Should he hear her voice again at the door,--and if not, why should it have been hushed? There is a silence which may be more eloquent than the sounds which it follows. Had no one in that house guessed the feelings in his bosom, she would have walked along the corridor as usual, and spoken a word with her sweet voice in answer to his word. He felt sure that this would be so no more; but who had stopped it, and why should such sounds be no more heard?
At last he did go to sleep, not in pursuance of any plan formed for doing so; for had he been asked he would have said that sleep was impossible for him. But he did go to sleep, and when he awoke it was dark. He had intended to have got up and dressed on that afternoon, or to have gone through such ceremony of dressing as was possible for him,--in preparation of his next day"s exercise; and now he rose up in his bed with a start, angry with himself in having allowed the time to pa.s.s by him.
"Lord love you, Mr. Graham, why how you have slept!" said Mrs. Baker.
"If I haven"t just sent your dinner down again to keep hot. Such a beautiful pheasant, and the bread sauce"ll be lumpy now, for all the world like pap."
"Never mind the bread sauce, Mrs. Baker;--the pheasant"s the thing."
"And her ladyship"s been here, Mr. Graham, only she wouldn"t have you woke. She won"t hear of your being moved to-morrow, nor yet won"t the judge. There was a rumpus down stairs when Mr. Augustus as much as mentioned it. I know one who--"
"You know one who--you were saying?"
"Never mind.--It ain"t one more than another, but it"s all. You ain"t to leave this to-morrow, so you may just give it over. And indeed your things is all at the wash, so you can"t;--and now I"ll go down for the pheasant."
Felix still declared very positively that he should go, but his doing so did not shake Mrs. Baker. The letter-bag he knew did not leave till eight, and as yet it was not much past five. He would see Staveley again after his dinner, and then he would write.
When Augustus left the room in the middle of the day he encountered Madeline wandering about the house. In these days she did wander about the house, as though there were something always to be done in some place apart from that in which she then was. And yet the things which she did were but few. She neither worked nor read, and as for household duties, her share in them was confined almost entirely to the morning and evening teapot.
"It isn"t true that he"s to go to-morrow morning, Augustus, is it?"
said she.
"Who, Graham? Well; he says that he will. He is very anxious to get to London; and no doubt he finds it stupid enough lying there and doing nothing."
"But he can do as much there as he can lying by himself in his own chambers, where I don"t suppose he would have anybody to look after him. He thinks he"s a trouble and all that, and therefore he wants to go. But you know mamma doesn"t mind about trouble of that kind; and what should we think of it afterwards if anything bad was to happen to your friend because we allowed him to leave the house before he was in a fit state to be moved? Of course Mr. Pottinger says so--" Mr. Pottinger was the doctor. "Of course Mr. Pottinger says so, because he thinks he has been so long here, and he doesn"t understand."
"But Mr. Pottinger would like to keep a patient."
"Oh no; he"s not at all that sort of man. He"d think of mamma,--the trouble I mean of having a stranger in the house. But you know mamma would think nothing of that, especially for such an intimate friend of yours."
Augustus turned slightly round so as to look more fully into his sister"s face, and he saw that a tear was gathered in the corner of her eye. She perceived his glance and partly shrank under it, but she soon recovered herself and answered it. "I know what you mean," she said, "and if you choose to think so, I can"t help it. But it is horrible--horrible--" and then she stopped herself, finding that a little sob would become audible if she trusted herself to further words.