"And I should like to hear it."
"I know what Raymond told you to conceal. I went to him just after you did. We pa.s.sed you coming back. He did not know me at first. He thought I was you, and he kept repeating that you must keep your own counsel, and that, unless you showed Mr. Dare"s marriage was illegal, he would never find it out. At last, when he suddenly recognized me, he seemed horror-struck, and the doctor came in and sent me away."
Charles knew now why Raymond had sent for him the second time.
There was a long pause.
"Ruth, did you think I should tell?"
"I hoped and prayed you would, but I knew it would be hard, because I do believe you actually thought at the time I should still consider it my duty to marry Mr. Dare. I never should have done such a thing after what had happened. I was just going to tell him so when he began to give me up, and it evidently gave him so much pleasure to renounce me n.o.bly in your favor that I let him have it his own way, as the result was the same. My great dread, until he came, was that you had not spoken. I had been expecting him all the previous evening. Oh, Charles, Charles! I waited and watched for his coming as I had never done before. Your silence was the only thing I feared, because it was the only thing that could have come between us."
"G.o.d forgive me! I meant at first to say nothing."
"Only at first," said Ruth, gently; and they walked on in silence.
The sun had set. A slender moon had climbed unnoticed into the southern sky amid the shafts of paling fire which stretched out across the whole heaven from the burning fiery furnace in the west. Across the gray dim fields voices were calling the cattle home.
Charles spoke again at last in his usual tone.
"You quite understand, Ruth, though I have not mentioned it so far, that you are engaged to marry me?"
"I do. I will make a note of it if you wish."
"It is unnecessary. I shall be happy, when I am at leisure to remind you myself. Indeed, I may say I shall make a point of doing so. There does not happen to be any one else whom you feel it would be your duty to marry?"
"I can"t think of any one at the moment. Charles, you never _could_ have believed I would marry _him_, after all?"
"Indeed, I did believe it. Don"t I know the stubbornness of your heart?
You see, you are but young, and I make excuses for you; but, after you have been the object of my special and judicious training for a few years, I quite hope your judgment may improve considerably."
"I trust it will, as I see from your remarks--it will certainly be all we shall have to guide us both."
POSTSCRIPT.--Lady Mary would not allow even Providence any of the credit of Charles"s engagement; she claimed the whole herself. She called Evelyn to witness that from the first it had been her work entirely. She only allowed Charles himself a very secondary part in the great event, to which she was apt to point in later years as the crowning work of a life devoted--under Church direction--to the temporal and spiritual welfare of her fellow-creatures; and Charles avers that a mention of it in the long list of her virtues will some day adorn the tombstone which she has long since ordered to be in readiness.
Molly was disconsolate for many days, but work, that panacea of grief, came to the rescue, and it was not long before she was secretly and busily engaged on a large kettle-holder, with kettle and motto entwined, for Charles"s exclusive use, without which she had been led to understand his establishment would be incomplete. When this work of art was finished her feelings had become so far modified towards Ruth that she consented to begin another very small and inferior one--merely a kettle on a red ground--for that interloper, but whether it was ever presented is not on record.
Vandon is to let. The gra.s.s has grown up again through the niches of the stone steps. The place looks wild and deserted. Mr. Alwynn comes sometimes, and looks up at its shuttered windows and trailing, neglected ivy, but not often, for it gives him a strange pang at the heart. And as he goes home the people come out of the dilapidated cottages, and ask wistfully when the new squire is coming back.
But Mr. Alwynn does not know.
THE END.