Fleda"s shocked start and change of countenance was seen by more eyes than one pair. Thorn"s fell, and a shade crossed his countenance, too, for an instant, that Fleda"s vision was too dazzled to see. Mr. Carleton moved away.
"Why are _you_ going to Queechy?" said Charlton, astonished.
His friend was silent a moment, perhaps for want of power to speak. Fleda dared not look at him.
"It is not impossible ? unless this lady forbid me. I am not a fixture."
"But what brought you here, man, to offer your services?" said Charlton; "most ungallantly leaving so many pairs of bright eyes to shine upon your absence."
"Mr. Thorn will not find himself in darkness here, Captain Rossitur," said Mrs. Decatur.
"It"s my opinion he ought, Ma"am," said Charlton.
"It is my opinion every man ought, who makes his dependance on gleams of sunshine," said Mr. Thorn, rather cynically. "I cannot say I was thinking of brightness, before or behind me."
"I should think not," said Charlton; "you don"t look as if you had seen any in a good while."
"A light goes out every now and then," said Thorn; "and it takes one"s eyes some time to get accustomed to it. What a singular world we live in, Mrs. Decatur!"
"That is so new an idea," said the lady, laughing, "that I must request an explanation."
"What new experience of its singularity has your wisdom made?"
said his friend. "I thought you and the world knew each other"s faces pretty well before."
"Then you have not heard the news?"
"What news?"
"Hum ? I suppose it is not about, yet," said Thorn, composedly. "No ? you haven"t heard it."
"But what, man?" said Charlton; "let"s hear your news, for I must be off."
"Why ? but it is no more than rumour yet ? but it is said that strange things are coming to light about a name that used to be held in very high respect."
"In this city?"
"In this city? ? yes; it is said proceedings are afoot against one of our oldest citizens, on charge of a very grave offence."
"Who ? and what offence? what do you mean?"
"Is it a secret, Mr. Thorn?" said Mrs. Decatur.
"If you have not heard, perhaps it is as well not to mention names too soon; if it comes out, it will be all over directly; possibly the family may hush it up, and, in that case, the less said the better; but those have it in hand that will not let it slip through their fingers."
Mrs. Decatur turned away, saying, "How shocking such things were!" and Thorn, with a smile which did not, however, light up his face, said ?
"You may be off, Charlton, with no concern for the bright eyes you leave behind you; I will endeavour to atone for my negligence elsewhere, by my mindfulness of them."
"Don"t excuse you," said Charlton; but his eye catching at the moment another attraction opposite in the form of man or woman, instead of quitting the room, he leisurely crossed it to speak to the new-comer; and Thorn, with an entire change of look and manner, pressed forward, and offered his arm to Fleda, who was looking perfectly white. If his words had needed any commentary, it was given by his eye as it met hers, in speaking the last sentence to Mrs. Decatur. No one was near whom she knew, and Mr. Thorn led her out to a little back room where the gentlemen had thrown off their cloaks, where the air was fresher, and placing her on a seat, stood waiting before her till she could speak to him.
"What do you mean, Mr. Thorn?" Fleda looked as much as said, when she could meet his face.
"I may rather ask you what _you_ mean, Miss Fleda," he answered, gravely.
Fleda drew breath painfully.
"I mean nothing," she said, lowering her head again; "I have done nothing."
"Did you think I meant nothing when I agreed to do all you wished?"
"I thought you said you would do it freely," she said, with a tone of voice that might have touched anybody, there was such a sinking of heart in it.
"Didn"t you understand me?"
"And is it all over now?" said Fleda, after a pause.
"Not yet; but it soon may be. A weak hand may stop it now ? it will soon be beyond the power of the strongest."
"And what becomes of your promise that it should no more be heard of?" said Fleda, looking up at him with a colourless face, but eyes that put the question forcibly, nevertheless.
"Is any promise bound to stand without its conditions?"
"I made no conditions," said Fleda, quickly.
"Forgive me! but did you not permit me to understand them?"
"No! or if I did, I could not help it."
"Did you say that you wished to help it?" said he, gently.
"I must say so now, then, Mr. Thorn," said Fleda, withdrawing the hand he had taken; "I did not mean or wish you to think so, but I was too ill to speak ? almost to know what I did. It was not my fault."
"You do not make it mine, that I chose such a time, selfishly, I grant, to draw from your lips the words that are more to me than life?"
"Cannot you be generous ?" _for once_, she was very near saying.
"Where you are concerned, I do not know how."
Fleda was silent a moment, and then bowed her face in her hands.
"May I not ask that question of you?" said he, bending down and endeavouring to remove them; "will you not say ? or look ?
that word that will make others happy beside me?"
"I cannot, Sir."
"Not for their sakes?" he said, calmly.
"Can you ask me to do for theirs, what I would not for my own?"