"Who was her father?"
"A political adventurer, I believe; but I really do not know."
"Who are her friends?"
"She has none."
"And, my G.o.d! Wilton, are you going to link yourself for life to a woman you know nothing about--who may have a murderer for her father and a harlot for a mother--who may be an unprincipled adventuress herself, for aught you know?"
"Go on," said Wilton, calmly. "I know you have a good deal more to say, and I am quite prepared to hear it."
"Can you be such a besotted blockhead at this time of life, after having got over the wild-goose period, and not so badly either; when you have just been offered your first good chance, when a sensible marriage is so important, as to throw every consideration to the dogs for a madness that probably a month or two will cure, and leave you two-thirds of a lifetime to eat your heart out with useless regret? You know I do not pretend to despise women, or to talk cynical rot about them; they are generally good, useful creatures, and deucedly pleasant sometimes; but, G.o.d bless my soul, lad! they are of no real importance in a man"s life.
It is very essential to marry the right sort of girl, I grant--that is, a well-bred, healthy, good-looking la.s.sie in your own grade of life, you will bring a good connection to back up your children; but to rush into matrimony--downright legal matrimony--with a creature that scarcely knows who she is herself, because, indeed, you think no other "she" in creation so likely to suit you, is a pitiable piece of lunacy. Come! in the name of common-sense, of self-respect, be a man! Tell me how you stand with this girl, and let me see if I can"t get you out of the sc.r.a.pe."
"Have you quite done?" asked Wilton, leaning back in his chair without the slightest symptom of irritation.
"I have."
"Then hear me, Moncrief! I do not dispute a syllable you say. It is all unanswerable--just what I should say myself to another fellow on the brink of such a leap in the dark. Don"t suppose I am blind to the apparent folly I am about to commit. But I"ll do it! Nothing can hold me back! I shall not attempt to explain to you the sort of fascination Ella Rivers has had for me from the first moment we met; it would be speaking an unknown tongue, even if I could put it into language. But if her people were all you picture, by Heaven! I do not think I could give her up. Foolish lunatic--besotted as you choose to think me, I have full faith in the woman who will be my wife before five days are over. There!
Consider the question "to be or not to be" settled. Pity my idiotic folly as you will, but do not discard your old _protege_. I want your advice on one or two points."
"But, Wilton, I must--" began the major.
"Don"t," interrupted Wilton. "Remonstrance is sheer loss of time and breath; if you persist, I will leave you to finish your port alone."
Moncrief succ.u.mbed, though with an ill grace, and Wilton proceeded to lay the question of exchange into a regiment already in India, or one about to proceed there, before his ancient mentor, and gradually drew him into better humor, especially as he noted that Wilton"s professional ambition was by no means dulled or engulfed by the tide of pa.s.sion that swept him away in another direction.
"Well, I never thought I should find you looking forward contentedly to a life in India," said the major, after a long and animated talk, anent the _pros_ and _cons_ of Wilton"s views; "you used to long for a stake in the "old countrie.""
"Yes; but that was because Lord St. George put it into my head. Now, that is at an end."
"Ah! just so--this infernal marriage! What do you intend to do with him, eh?"
"I have not given it a thought--or, rather, scarcely a thought. I will marry first, and decide after. I tell you candidly, Moncrief, when first I made up my mind to risk everything, rather than part with Ella, I had a stupid, cowardly idea of a private marriage; but I soon gave that up; it was too deucedly ungentlemanlike; and then Ella would despise even a shadow of double-dealing! No; when we are married, and I have time, I will write to the old viscount, and--"
"By George! this is too bad," cried the major, getting up and pacing the room in an agony. "Fortune, and fair prospects, and--and everything flung overboard, for the sake of a white-faced bit of a girl that you would forget in two months if you made the first stand. It"s like giving up drink or cigars; the first week is the brunt of the battle!"
"Don"t talk blasphemy," returned Wilton, sternly; "nor waste time and breath."
"Well, well!" resumed the rebuked major; "look here, do not be in too great a hurry to write to the old peer. I met St. George Wilton to-day; he told me Lord St. George was down at Brandestone, and very shaky; perhaps you had better not write to him till the honeymoon is over. O Lord! won"t you be ready to cut your throat when you get his answer! But I trust he will die, and leave you the property in the meantime."
"He will not do that," said Wilton, gravely. "But, tell me, what is St.
George doing in town? I hate that fellow instinctively."
"Oh, he was only pa.s.sing through _en route_ to join some "Lord knows who" at Cowes, to cruise somewhere in his yacht, and--Where are you going?"
"Why, you will not take any more wine, and, as I have not seen Ella to-day, I thought I would just run down and bid her good-night. Come with me, old fellow, do! I"d take it as a real bit of good-fellowship; she would be so pleased. You may as well submit to the inevitable with a good grace."
"Go with you to see this--ahem!--fascinating little witch? Not to get the step I"ve been waiting for these seven years."
CHAPTER X.
The extremely sudden and unorthodox character of Ella"s nuptials was a source of irritation, not to say dismay, to the worthy Mrs. Kershaw. She took, upon the whole, a desponding and distrustful view of human nature; and, instead of meeting Ella"s smiling, blushing account of Colonel Wilton"s visit and her engagement to him, with effusive sympathy, she had nodded her head and knitted her brows, asked a dozen questions, and received the replies in ominous silence; at last spoke as follows:
"Well, I hope it"s all right" (the "hope" in italics), "but it"s curious--very curious. Are you quite sure he is Colonel Wilton?"
"Yes."
"How do you know?"
"Because he was frequently at Brosedale, and known to Sir Peter Fergusson."
"Ay, to be sure, that"s true! I suppose it"s to be a private marriage.
We must see that it is quite correct, for, high or low, a wife has her rights. What did he say about going to church?"
"Oh! I scarcely know; something about my having been three weeks in the parish, and--"
"Did he?" returned Mrs. Kershaw; a more satisfied expression stealing over her face. "That looks like business, only I trust and hope he has not a wife already."
"What a fearful suspicion!" replied Ella, shuddering, while she smiled.
"He was looked upon as an unmarried man at Brosedale, for I remember that Donald remarked that Miss Saville could find time to amuse him now, because Colonel Wilton condescended to visit him, and that he would be a peer, a n.o.bleman, one day."
"A peer! a lord! well, I never! Of all the queer turns, this is the queerest. Still, I would like to make sure that there is no hitch nowhere. But, bless your heart, no gentleman or n.o.bleman would go to church with a girl unless he was all square."
"I must trust him utterly, or not at all, he said. I do trust him," said Ella, softly, to herself, "even as he trusts me." She was sitting on the hearth-rug, gazing dreamily at a small but bright morsel of fire held together by fire-bricks.
"Trust is a word I never liked," observed Mrs. Kershaw, who was sitting bolt upright in an easy chair. "Ready money, in everything, is my motto; still, I must say, this gentleman seems straightforward." Mrs.
Kershaw"s opinions had become visibly modified since the rank of her fair _protege"s_ intended had been revealed to her.
"I think he is," said Ella, simply.
"Anyhow, I will speak to him myself to-morrow," continued Mrs. Kershaw, "and let him know you have a friend to look after you as knows the world," she added, emphatically. Silence ensued; for, in truth, Ella was too glad of the cessation of Mrs. Kershaw"s wiry voice to break it, when that lady burst out again with a jerk: "You"d best take my parlors--they ought to be thirty shillings a week, but I will give them to you for a guinea."
"But why must I take them?" asked Ella.
"Because-- Why, my patience, Miss Rivers, you are not going to turn stingy, and you going to be a great lady. Why must you take them?
Because it is only decent and proper; there"s scarce room to turn round in a three-cornered cupboard like this place. I"m sure a fine, handsome man like the colonel hasn"t room to move here; and then for the wedding.
This day week did you say? Why, whatever shall we do about wedding clothes? Still I wouldn"t say nothing about putting off; you"d better strike while the iron is hot! But _have_ you thought of the wedding clothes, Miss Rivers?"
"No, I do not want any. I have more clothes than I ever had in my life before."
"I declare to goodness you are the strangest young girl--lady I mean--I ever met; so mean-spirited, in a manner of speaking, in one way, and no more knowing the value of money in another, than a half-saved creature!
Why, you have nothing but blacks and grays."