"To his apprehension, certainly."
"Further, Margaret, I must speak:--did he act with your concurrence, or knowledge of it at all, in acting as he has done?"
"Heavens! Percy, you question me like a husband."
"It is what I mean to be, if I may."
The frame of the fair lady quivered as from a blow, and then her eyes rose tenderly.
"I thought you knew me. This is not possible."
"You will not be mine? Why is it not possible?"
"I think I could say, because I respect you too much."
"Because you find you have not the courage?"
"For what?"
"To confess that you were under bad influence, and were not the Margaret I can make of you. Put that aside. If you remain as you are, think of the snares. If you marry one you despise, look at the pit. Yes; you will be mine! Half my love of my country and my profession is love of you.
Margaret is fire in my blood. I used to pray for opportunities, that Margaret might hear of me. I knew that gallant actions touched her; I would have fallen gladly; I was sure her heart would leap when she heard of me. Let it beat against mine. Speak!"
"I will," said Mrs. Lovell, and she suppressed the throbs of her bosom.
Her voice was harsh and her face bloodless. "How much money have you, Percy?"
This sudden sluicing of cold water on his heat of pa.s.sion petrified him.
"Money," he said, with a strange frigid scrutiny of her features. As in the flash of a mirror, he beheld her bony, worn, sordid, unacceptable.
But he was fain to admit it to be an eminently proper demand for enlightenment.
He said deliberately, "I possess an income of five hundred a year, extraneous, and in addition to my pay as major in Her Majesty"s service."
Then he paused, and the silence was like a growing chasm between them.
She broke it by saying, "Have you any expectations?"
This was crueller still, though no longer astonishing. He complained in his heart merely that her voice had become so unpleasant.
With emotionless precision, he replied, "At my mother"s death--"
She interposed a soft exclamation.
"At my mother"s death there will come to me by reversion, five or six thousand pounds. When my father dies, he may possibly bequeath his property to me. On that I cannot count."
Veritable tears were in her eyes. Was she affecting to weep sympathetically in view of these remote contingencies?
"You will not pretend that you know me now, Percy," she said, trying to smile; and she had recovered the natural feminine key of her voice.
"I am mercenary, you see; not a mercenary friend. So, keep me as a friend--say you will be my friend."
"Nay, you had a right to know," he protested.
"It was disgraceful--horrible; but it was necessary for me to know."
"And now that you do know?"
"Now that I know, I have only to say--be as merciful in your idea of me as you can."
She dropped her hand in his, and it was with a thrill of dismay that he felt the rush of pa.s.sion reanimating his frozen veins.
"Be mercenary, but be mine! I will give you something better to live for than this absurd life of fashion. You reckon on what our expenditure will be by that standard. It"s comparative poverty; but--but you can have some luxuries. You can have a carriage, a horse to ride. Active service may come: I may rise. Give yourself to me, and you must love me, and regret nothing."
"Nothing! I should regret nothing. I don"t want carriages, or horses, or luxuries. I could live with you on a subaltern"s pay. I can"t marry you, Percy, and for the very reason which would make me wish to marry you."
"Charade?" said he; and the contempt of the utterance brought her head close under his.
"Dearest friend, you have not to learn how to punish me."
The little reproach, added to the wound to his pride, required a healing medicament; she put her lips to his fingers.
a.s.suredly the comedy would not have ended there, but it was stopped by an intrusion of the squire, followed by Sir William, who, while the squire--full of wine and vindictive humours--went on humming, "Ah!
h"m--m--m! Soh!" said in the doorway to some one behind him: "And if you have lost your key, and Algernon is away, of what use is it to drive down to the Temple for a bed? I make it an especial request that you sleep here tonight. I wish it. I have to speak with you."
Mrs. Lovell was informed that the baronet had been addressing his son, who was fresh from Paris, and not, in his own modest opinion, presentable before a lady.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
Once more Farmer Fleming and Rhoda prepared for their melancholy journey up to London. A light cart was at the gateway, near which Robert stood with the farmer, who, in his stiff brown overcoat, that reached to his ankles, and broad country-hat, kept his posture of dumb expectation like a stalled ox, and nodded to Robert"s remarks on the care which the garden had been receiving latterly, the many roses clean in bud, and the trim blue and white and red garden beds. Every word was a blow to him; but he took it, as well as Rhoda"s apparent dilatoriness, among the things to be submitted to by a man cut away by the roots from the home of his labour and old a.s.sociations. Above his bowed head there was a board proclaiming that Queen Anne"s Farm, and all belonging thereunto, was for sale. His prospect in the vague wilderness of the future, was to seek for acceptance as a common labourer on some kind gentleman"s property. The phrase "kind gentleman" was adopted by his deliberate irony of the fate which cast him out. Robert was stamping fretfully for Rhoda to come. At times, Mrs. Sumfit showed her head from the window of her bed-room, crying, "D"rectly!" and disappearing.
The still aspect of the house on the shining May afternoon was otherwise undisturbed. Besides Rhoda, Master Gammon was being waited for; on whom would devolve the driving of the cart back from the station. Robert heaped his vexed exclamations upon this old man. The farmer restrained his voice in Master Gammon"s defence, thinking of the comparison he could make between him and Robert: for Master Gammon had never run away from the farm and kept absent, leaving it to take care of itself.
Gammon, slow as he might be, was faithful, and it was not he who had made it necessary for the farm to be sold. Gammon was obstinate, but it was not he who, after taking a lead, and making the farm dependent on his lead, had absconded with the brains and energy of the establishment.
Such reflections pa.s.sed through the farmer"s mind.
Rhoda and Mrs. Sumfit came together down the trim pathway; and Robert now had a clear charge against Master Gammon. He recommended an immediate departure.
"The horse "ll bring himself home quite as well and as fast as Gammon will," he said.
"But for the shakin" and the joltin", which tells o" sovereigns and silver," Mrs. Sumfit was observing to Rhoda, "you might carry the box--and who would have guessed how stout it was, and me to hit it with a poker and not break it, I couldn"t, nor get a single one through the slit;--the sight I was, with a poker in my hand! I do declare I felt azactly like a housebreaker;--and no soul to notice what you carries.
Where you hear the gold, my dear, go so"--Mrs. Sumfit performed a methodical "Ahem!" and noised the sole of her shoe on the gravel "so, and folks "ll think it"s a mistake they made."
"What"s that?"--the farmer pointed at a projection under Rhoda"s shawl.
"It is a present, father, for my sister," said Rhoda.
"What is it?" the farmer questioned again.