These sweet thoughts and hopes soon removed her temporary anger, and nothing remained to dash the hopeful joy that warmed that large and loyal heart this afternoon, except a gentle misgiving that Mr. Coventry might make Grace a worse husband than she deserved. It was thus she read the magpie, from three o"clock till six that afternoon.
When a man and a woman do any thing wrong, it is amusing to hear the judgments of other men and women thereupon. The men all blame the man, and the women all the woman. That is judgment, is it not?
But in some cases our pitch-farthing judgments must be either heads or tails; so Mr. Raby, who had cried heads, when a Mrs. Raby would have cried "woman," was right; it WAS Mr. Coventry, and not Miss Carden, who leaned over to George, and whispered, "A sovereign, to drive on without her! Make some excuse."
The cunning Yorkshire groom"s eye twinkled at this, and he remained pa.s.sive a minute or two: then, said suddenly, with well-acted fervor, "I can"t keep the pony waiting in the cold, like this;" applied the whip, and rattled off with such decision, that Grace did not like to interfere, especially as George was known to be one of those hard masters, an old servant.
So, by this little ruse, Mr. Coventry had got her all to himself for the afternoon. And now she felt sure he would propose that very day.
She made no movement whatever either to advance or to avoid the declaration.
It is five miles from Raby Hall, through Cairnhope village, to the eastern foot of Cairnhope; and while George rattles them over the hard and frosty road, I will tell the reader something about this young gentleman, who holds the winning cards.
Mr. Frederick Coventry was a man of the world. He began life with a good estate, and a large fund acc.u.mulated during his minority.
He spent all the money in learning the world at home and abroad; and, when it was all gone, he opened one eye.
But, as a man cannot see very clear with a single orb, he exchanged rouge-et-noir, etc., for the share-market, and, in other respects, lived as fast as ever, till he had mortgaged his estate rather heavily. Then he began to open both eyes.
Next, he fell in love with Grace Carden; and upon that he opened both eyes very wide, and wished very much he had his time to live over again.
Nevertheless, he was not much to be pitied. He had still an estate which, with due care, could pay off its inc.u.mbrances; and he had gathered some valuable knowledge. He knew women better than most men, and he knew whist profoundly. Above all, he had acquired what Voltaire justly calls "le grand art de plaire;" he had studied this art, as many women study it, and few men. Why, he even watched the countenance, and smoothed the rising bristles of those he wished to please, or did not wish to displease. This was the easier to him that he had no strong convictions on any great topic. It is your plaguy convictions that make men stubborn and disagreeable.
A character of this kind is very susceptible, either of good or evil influences; and his attachment to Grace Carden was turning him the right way.
Add to this a good figure and a distinguished air, and you have some superficial idea of the gentleman toward whom Grace Carden found herself drawn by circ.u.mstances, and not unwillingly, though not with that sacred joy and thrill which marks a genuine pa.s.sion.
They left George and the trap at the "Colley Dog," and ascended the mountain. There were no serious difficulties on this side; but still there were little occasional asperities, that gave the lover an opportunity to offer his arm; and Mr. Coventry threw a graceful devotion even into this slight act of homage. He wooed her with perfect moderation at first; it was not his business to alarm her at starting; he proceeded gradually; and, by the time they had reached the summit, he had felt his way, and had every reason to hope she would accept him.
At the summit the remarkable beauty of the view threw her into raptures, and interrupted the more interesting topic on which he was bent.
But the man of the world showed no impatience (I don"t say he felt none); he answered all Grace"s questions, and told her what all the places were.
But, by-and-by, the atmosphere thickened suddenly in that quarter, and he then told her gently he had something to show her on the other side of the k.n.o.b.
He conducted her to a shed the shepherds had erected, and seated her on a rude bench. "You must be a little tired," he said.
Then he showed her, in the valley, one of those delightful old red brick houses, with white stone facings. "That is Bollinghope."
She looked at it with polite interest.
"Do you like it?"
"Very much. It warms the landscape so."
He expected a more prosaic answer; but he took her cue. "I wish it was a great deal prettier than it is, and its owner a much better man; richer--wiser--"
"You are hard to please, Mr. Coventry."
"Miss Carden--Grace--may I call you Grace?"
"It seems to me you have done it."
"But I had no right."
"Then, of course, you will never do it again."
"I should be very unhappy if I thought that. Miss Carden, I think you know how dear you are to me, and have been ever since I first met you. I wish I had ten times more to offer you than I have. But I am only a poor gentleman, of good descent, but moderate means, as you see." Comedie!
(Bollinghope was the sort of house that generally goes with L5000 a year at least.)
"I don"t care about your means, Mr. Coventry," said Grace, with a lofty smile. "It is your amiable character that I esteem."
"You forgive me for loving you; for hoping that you will let me lead you to my poor house there, as my adored wife?"
It had come; and, although she knew it was coming, yet her face was dyed with blushes.
"I esteem you very much," she faltered. "I thank you for the honor you do me; but I--oh, pray, let me think what I am doing." She covered her face with her hands, and her bosom panted visibly.
Mr. Coventry loved her sincerely, and his own heart beat high at this moment. He augured well from her agitation; but presently he saw something that puzzled him, and gave a man of his experience a qualm.
A tear forced its way between her fingers; another, and another, soon followed.
Coventry said to himself, "There"s some other man." And he sighed heavily; but even in this moment of true and strong feeling he was on his guard, and said nothing.
It was his wisest course. She was left to herself, and an amazing piece of female logic came to Mr. Coventry"s aid. She found herself crying, and got frightened at herself. That, which would have made a man pause, had just the opposite effect on her. She felt that no good could come to any body of those wild and weak regrets that made her weep. She saw she had a weakness and a folly to cure herself of; and the cure was at hand.
There was a magic in marriage; a gentleman could, somehow, MAKE a girl love him when once she had married him. Mr. Coventry should be enabled to make her love him; he should cure her of this trick of crying; it would be the best thing for every body--for HIM, for Jael, for Mr.
Coventry, and even for herself.
She dried her eyes, and said, in a low, tremulous voice: "Have you spoken to papa of--of this?"
"No. I waited to be authorized by you. May I speak to him?"
"Yes."
"May I tell him--?"
"Oh I can"t tell you what to tell him. How dark it is getting. Please take me home." Another tear or two.
Then, if Coventry had not loved her sincerely, and also been a man of the world, he would have lost his temper; and if he had lost his temper, he would have lost the lady, for she would have seized the first fair opportunity to quarrel. But no, he took her hand gently, and set himself to comfort her. He poured out his love to her, and promised her a life of wedded happiness. He drew so delightful a picture of their wedded life, and in a voice so winning, that she began to be consoled, and her tears ceased.
"I believe you love me," she murmured; "and I esteem you sincerely."
Mr. Coventry drew a family ring from his pocket. It was a sapphire of uncommon beauty.
"This was my mother"s," said he. "Will you do me the honor to wear it, as a pledge?"
But the actual fetter startled her, I think. She started up, and said, "Oh, please take me home first! IT IS GOING TO SNOW."