"Sat.u.r.day week," said Robert. "I feel to the man as a brother, already.
Do you live--you"ll live in the country?"
"Abroad."
"Not in Old England? I"m sorry for that. But--well! Things must be as they"re ordered. Heigho! I"ve got to learn it."
Dahlia smiled kindly.
"Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves."
"When she loves. Where"s the consolation to me?"
"Do you think she loves me as much--as much"
"As much as ever? She loves her sister with all her heart--all, for I haven"t a bit of it."
"It is because," said Dahlia slowly, "it is because she thinks I am--"
Here the poor creature"s bosom heaved piteously.
"What has she said of me? I wish her to have blamed me--it is less pain."
"Listen," said Robert. "She does not, and couldn"t blame you, for it"s a sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you. And the reason why she hates me is, that I, knowing something more of the world, suspected, and chose to let her know it--I said it, in fact--that you had been deceived by a--But this isn"t the time to abuse others. She would have had me, if I had thought proper to think as she thinks, or play hypocrite, and pretend to. I"ll tell you openly, Dahlia; your father thinks the worst. Ah! you look the ghost again. It"s hard for you to hear, but you give me a notion of having got strength to hear it. It"s your father"s way to think the worst. Now, when you can show him your husband, my dear, he"ll lift his head. He"s old English. He won"t dream of asking questions. He"ll see a brave and honest young man who must love you, or--he does love you, that"s settled. Your father"ll shake his hand, and as for Rhoda, she"ll triumph. The only person to speak out to, is the man who marries you, and that you"ve done."
Robert looked the interrogation he did not utter.
"I have," said Dahlia.
"Good: if I may call him brother, some day, all the better for me. Now, you won"t leave England the day you"re married."
"Soon. I pray that it may be soon."
"Yes; well, on that morning, I"ll have your father and Rhoda at my lodgings, not wide from here: if I"d only known it earlier!--and you and your husband shall come there and join us. It"ll be a happy meeting at last."
Dahlia stopped her breathing.
"Will you see Rhoda?"
"I"ll go to her to-morrow, if you like."
"If I might see her, just as I am leaving England! not before."
"That"s not generous," said Robert.
"Isn"t it?" she asked like a child.
"Fancy!--to see you she"s been longing for, and the ship that takes you off, perhaps everlastingly, as far as this world"s concerned!"
"Mr. Robert, I do not wish to deceive my sister. Father need not be distressed. Rhoda shall know. I will not be guilty of falsehoods any more--no more! Will you go to her? Tell her--tell Rhoda what I am. Say I have been ill. It will save her from a great shock."
She covered her eyes.
"I said in all my letters that my husband was a gentleman."
It was her first openly penitential utterance in his presence, and her cheeks were faintly reddened. It may have been this motion of her blood which aroused the sunken humanity within her; her heart leaped, and she cried "I can see her as I am, I can. I thought it impossible. Oh! I can.
Will she come to me? My sister is a Christian and forgives. Oh! let me see her. And go to her, dear Mr. Robert, and ask her--tell her all, and ask her if I may be spared, and may work at something--anything, for my livelihood near my sister. It is difficult for women to earn money, but I think I can. I have done so since my illness. I have been in the hospital with brain fever. He was lodging in the house with me before.
He found me at the hospital. When I came out, he walked with me to support me: I was very weak. He read to me, and then asked me to marry him. He asked again. I lay in bed one night, and with my eyes open, I saw the dangers of women, and the trouble of my father and sister; and pits of wickedness. I saw like places full of snakes. I had such a yearning for protection. I gave him my word I would be his wife, if he was not ashamed of a wife like me. I wished to look once in father"s face. I had fancied that Rhoda would spurn me, when she discovered my falsehood. She--sweet dear! would she ever? Go to her. Say, I do not love any man. I am heart-dead. I have no heart except for her. I cannot love a husband. He is good, and it is kind: but, oh! let me be spared.
His face!--"
She pressed her hands tight into the hollow of her eyes.
"No; it can"t be meant. Am I very ungrateful? This does not seem to be what G.o.d orders. Only if this must be! only if it must be! If my sister cannot look on me without! He is good, and it is unselfish to take a moneyless, disgraced creature: but, my misery!--If my sister will see me, without my doing this!--Go to her, Mr. Robert. Say, Dahlia was false, and repents, and has worked with her needle to subsist, and can, and will, for her soul strives to be clean. Try to make her understand.
If Rhoda could love you, she would know. She is locked up--she is only ideas. My sweet is so proud. I love her for her pride, if she will only let me creep to her feet, kiss her feet. Dear Mr. Robert, help me! help me! I will do anything she says. If she says I am to marry him, I will.
Don"t mind my tears--they mean nothing now. Tell my dear, I will obey her. I will not be false any more to her. I wish to be quite stripped.
And Rhoda may know me, and forgive me, if she can. And--Oh! if she thinks, for father"s sake, I ought, I will submit and speak the words; I will; I am ready. I pray for mercy."
Robert sat with his fist at his temples, in a frowning meditation.
Had she declared her reluctance to take the step, in the first moments of their interview, he might have been ready to support her: but a project fairly launched becomes a reality in the brain--a thing once spoken of attracts like a living creature, and does not die voluntarily.
Robert now beheld all that was in its favour, and saw nothing but flighty flimsy objections to it. He was hardly moved by her unexpected outburst.
Besides, there was his own position in the case. Rhoda would smile on him, if he brought Dahlia to her, and brought her happy in the world"s eye. It will act as a sort of signal for general happiness. But if he had to go and explain matters base and mournful to her, there would be no smile on her face, and not much grat.i.tude in her breast. There would be none for a time, certainly. Proximity to her faded sister made him conceive her attainable, and thrice precious by contrast.
He fixed his gaze on Dahlia, and the perfect refinement of her simplicity caused him to think that she might be aware of an inappropriateness in the contemplated union.
"Is he a clumsy fellow? I mean, do you read straight off that he has no pretension to any manners of a gentleman--nothing near it?"
To this question, put with hesitation by Robert, Dahlia made answer, "I respect him."
She would not strengthen her prayer by drawing the man"s portrait.
Speedily she forgot how the doing so would in any way have strengthened her prayer. The excitement had left her brain dull. She did little more than stare mildly, and absently bend her head, while Robert said that he would go to Rhoda on the morrow, and speak seriously with her.
"But I think I can reckon her ideas will side with mine, that it is to your interest, my dear, to make your feelings come round warm to a man you can respect, and who offers you a clear path," he said.
Whereat Dahlia quietly blinked her eyes.
When he stood up, she rose likewise.
"Am I to take a kiss to Rhoda?" he said, and seeing her answer, bent his forehead, to which she put her lips.
"And now I must think all night long about the method of transferring it. Good-bye, Dahlia. You shall hear from your sister the morning after to-morrow. Good-bye!"
He pressed her hand, and went to the door.
"There"s nothing I can do for you, Dahlia?"
"Not anything."