"It was _not_ right," said he, after a minute, "and I very seldom use such an expression, but you know one cannot always be on one"s guard, Elfie."
"But," said Fleda, with gentle persistence, "one can always do what is right."
"The deuce one can!" thought Mr. Carleton to himself.
"Elfie, was this all that troubled you? that I had said what was not right?"
"It wasn"t quite that only," said Fleda, hesitating.
"What else?"
She stooped her face from his sight, and he could but just understand her words.
"I was disappointed ?"
"What, in me?"
Her tears gave the answer; she could add to them nothing but an a.s.senting nod of her head.
They would have flowed in double measure if she had guessed the pain she had given. Her questioner heard her with a keen pang, which did not leave him. for days. There was some hurt pride in it, though other and more generous feelings had a far larger share. He, who had been admired, lauded, followed, cited, and envied, by all ranks of his countrymen and countrywomen; in whom n.o.body found a fault that could be dwelt upon, amid the l.u.s.tre of his perfections and advantages ? one of the first young men in England, thought so by himself, as well as by others ? this little pure being had been _disappointed_ in him. He could not get over it. He reckoned the one judgment worth all the others. Those whose direct or indirect flatteries had been poured at his feet, were the proud, the worldly, the ambitious, the interested, the corrupted; their praise was given to what they esteemed, and that, his candour said, was the least estimable part of him.
Beneath all that, this truth-loving, truth-discerning little spirit had found enough to weep for. She was right, and they were wrong. The sense of this was so keen upon him, that it was ten or fifteen minutes before he could recover himself to speak to his little reprover. He paced up and down the deck, while Fleda wept more and more from the fear of having offended or grieved him. But she was soon rea.s.sured on the former point. She was just wiping away her tears, with the quiet expression of patience her face often wore, when Mr.
Carleton sat down beside her and took one of her hands.
"Elfie," said he, "I promise you I will never say such a thing again."
He might well call her his good angel, for it was an angelic look the child gave him; so purely humble, grateful, glad; so rosy with joyful hope; the eyes were absolutely sparkling through tears. But when she saw that his were not dry, her own overflowed. She clasped her other hand to his hand, and bending down her face affectionately upon it, she wept ? if ever angels weep ? such tears as they.
"Elfie," said Mr. Carleton, as soon as he could, "I want you to go down stairs with me; so dry those eyes, or my mother will be asking all sorts of difficult questions."
Happiness is a quick restorative. Elfie was soon ready to go where he would.
They found Mrs. Carleton fortunately wrapped up in a new novel, some distance apart from the other persons in the cabin. The novel was immediately laid aside to take Fleda on her lap, and praise Guy"s nursing.
"But she looks more like a wax figure yet than anything else; don"t she, Guy?"
"Not like any that ever I saw," said Mr. Carleton, gravely.
"Hardly substantial enough. Mother, I have come to tell you I am ashamed of myself for having given you such cause of offence yesterday."
Mrs. Carleton"s quick look, as she laid her hand on her son"s arm, said sufficiently well that she would have excused him from making any apology, rather than have him humble himself in the presence of a third person.
"Fleda heard me yesterday," said he; "it was right she should hear me to-day."
"Then, my dear Guy," said his mother, with a secret eagerness which she did not allow to appear, "if I may make a condition for my forgiveness, which you had before you asked for it, will you grant me one favour?"
"Certainly, mother, if I can."
"You promise me?"
"As well in one word as in two."
"Promise me that you will never, by any circ.u.mstances, allow yourself to be drawn into ? what is called an _affair of honour_."
Mr. Carleton"s brow changed, and without making any reply, perhaps to avoid his mother"s questioning gaze, he rose up and walked two or three times the length of the cabin. His mother and Fleda watched him doubtfully.
"Do you see how you have got me into trouble, Elfie?" said he, stopping before them.
Fleda looked wonderingly, and Mrs. Carleton exclaimed ?
"What trouble!"
"Elfie," said he, without immediately answering his mother, "what would your conscience do with two promises, both of which cannot be kept?"
"What such promises have you made?" said Mrs. Carleton, eagerly.
"Let me hear first what Fleda says to my question."
"Why," said Fleda, looking a little bewildered, "I would keep the right one."
"Not the one first made?" said he, smiling.
"No," said Fleda; "not unless it was the right one."
"But don"t you think one ought to keep one"s word, in any event?"
"I don"t think anything can make it right to do wrong," Fleda said, gravely, and not without a secret trembling consciousness to what point she was speaking.
He left them, and again took several turns up and down the cabin before he sat down.
"You have not given me your promise yet, Guy," said his mother, whose eye had not once quitted him. "You said you would."
"I said, if I could."
"Well, you can?"
"I have two honourable meetings of the proscribed kind now on hand, to which I stand pledged."
Fleda hid her face in an agony. Mrs. Carleton"s agony was in every line of hers as she grasped her son"s wrist, exclaiming, "Guy, promise me!" She had words for nothing else. He hesitated still a moment, and then meeting his mother"s look, he said gravely and steadily ?
"I promise you, mother, I never will."
His mother threw herself upon his breast, and hid her face there, too much excited to have any thought of her customary regard to appearances, sobbing out thanks and blessings even audibly. Fleda"s gentle head was bowed in almost equal agitation; and Mr. Carleton at that moment had no doubt that he had chosen well which promise to keep.
There remained, however, a less agreeable part of the business to manage. After seeing his mother and Fleda quite happy again, though without satisfying in any degree the curiosity of the former, Guy went in search of the two young West Point officers. They were together, but without Thorn"s friend Captain Beebee. Him Carleton next sought, and brought to the forward deck, where the others were enjoying their cigars; or rather, Charlton Rossitur was enjoying his with the happy self-satisfaction of a pair of epaulettes, off duty. Thorn had too busy a brain to be much of a smoker. Now, however, when it was plain that Mr. Carleton had something to say to them, Charlton"s cigar gave way to his attention; it was displaced from his mouth, and held in abeyance, while Thorn puffed away more intently than ever.
"Gentlemen," Carleton began, "I gave you, yesterday, reason to expect that so soon as circ.u.mstances permitted, you should have the opportunity which offended honour desires of trying sounder arguments than those of reason upon the offender. I have to tell you to-day that I will not give it you. I have thought further of it."
"Is it a new insult that you mean by this, Sir?" exclaimed Rossitur, in astonishment. Thorn"s cigar did not stir.