"You know what it is as well as I do," she said. "Captain Bennydeck believes that I am free to marry him because I am a widow. You might help me to tell him the truth."
"What!!!"
That exclamation of horror and astonishment was loud enough to have been heard in the garden. If Mrs. Presty"s hair had been all her own, it must have been hair that stood on end.
Catherine quietly rose. "We won"t discuss it," she said, with resignation. "I knew you would refuse me." She approached the door. Her mother got up and resolutely stood in the way. "Before you commit an act of downright madness," Mrs. Presty said, "I mean to try if I can stop you. Go back to your chair."
Catherine refused.
"I know how it will end," she answered; "and the sooner it ends the better. You will find that I am quite as determined as you are. A man who loves me as _he_ loves me, is a man whom I refuse to deceive."
"Let"s have it out plainly," Mrs. Presty insisted. "He believes your first marriage has been dissolved by death. Do you mean to tell him that it has been dissolved by Divorce?"
"I do."
"What right has he to know it?"
"A right that is not to be denied. A wife must have no secrets from her husband."
Mrs. Presty hit back smartly.
"You"re not his wife yet. Wait till you are married."
"Never! Who but a wretch would marry an honest man under false pretenses?"
"I deny the false pretenses! You talk as if you were an impostor. Are you, or are you not, the accomplished lady who has charmed him? Are you, or are you not, the beautiful woman whom he loves? There isn"t a stain on your reputation. In every respect you are the wife he wants and the wife who is worthy of him. And you are cruel enough to disturb the poor man about a matter that doesn"t concern him! you are fool enough to raise doubts of you in his mind, and give him a reproach to cast in your teeth the first time you do anything that happens to offend him! Any woman--I don"t care who she may be--might envy the home that"s waiting for you and your child, if you"re wise enough to hold your tongue. Upon my word, Catherine, I am ashamed of you. Have you no principles?"
She really meant it! The purely selfish considerations which she urged on her daughter were so many undeniable virtues in Mrs. Presty"s estimation. She took the highest moral ground, and stood up and crowed on it, with a pride in her own principles which the Primate of all England might have envied.
But Catherine"s rare resolution held as firm as ever. She got a little nearer to the door. "Good-night, mamma," was the only reply she made.
"Is that all you have to say to me?"
"I am tired, and I must rest. Please let me go."
Mrs. Presty threw open the door with a bang.
"You refuse to take my advice?" she said. "Oh, very well, have your own way! You are sure to prosper in the end. These are the days of exhibitions and gold medals. If there is ever an exhibition of idiots at large, I know who might win the prize."
Catherine was accustomed to preserve her respect for her mother under difficulties; but this was far more than her sense of filial duty could successfully endure.
"I only wish I had never taken your advice," she answered. "Many a miserable moment would have been spared me, if I had always done what I am doing now. You have been the evil genius of my life since Miss Westerfield first came into our house."
She pa.s.sed through the open doorway--stopped--and came back again. "I didn"t mean to offend you, mamma--but you do say such irritating things.
Good-night."
Not a word of reply acknowledged that kindly-meant apology. Mrs.
Presty--vivacious Mrs. Presty of the indomitable spirit and the ready tongue--was petrified. She, the guardian angel of the family, whose experience, devotion, and sound sense had steered Catherine through difficulties and dangers which must have otherwise ended in utter domestic shipwreck--she, the model mother--had been stigmatized as the evil genius of her daughter"s life by no less a person than that daughter herself! What was to be said? What was to be done? What terrible and unexampled course of action should be taken after such an insult as this? Mrs. Presty stood helpless in the middle of the room, and asked herself these questions, and waited and wondered and found no answer.
An interval pa.s.sed. There was a knock at the door. A waiter appeared. He said: "A gentleman to see Mrs. Norman."
The gentleman entered the room and revealed himself.
Herbert Linley!
Chapter XLVIII. Be Careful!
The divorced husband looked at his mother-in-law without making the slightest sacrifice to the claims of politeness. He neither offered his hand nor made his bow. His frowning eyebrows, his flushed face, betrayed the anger that was consuming him.
"I want to see Catherine," he said.
This deliberate rudeness proved to be the very stimulant that was required to restore Mrs. Presty to herself. The smile that always meant mischief made its threatening appearance on the old lady"s face.
"What sort of company have you been keeping since I last saw you?" she began.
"What have you got to do with the company I keep?"
"Nothing whatever, I am happy to say. I was merely wondering whether you have been traveling lately in the south part of Africa, and have lived exclusively in the society of Hottentots. The only other explanation of your behavior is that I have been so unfortunate as to offend you. But it seems improbable--I am not your wife."
"Thank G.o.d for that!"
"Thank G.o.d, as you say. But I should really be glad (as a mere matter of curiosity) to know what your extraordinary conduct means. You present yourself in this room uninvited, you find a lady here, and you behave as if you had come into a shop and wanted to ask the price of something.
Let me give you a lesson in good manners. Observe: I receive you with a bow, and I say: How do you do, Mr. Linley? Do you understand me?"
"I don"t want to understand you--I want to see Catherine."
"Who is Catherine?"
"You know as well as I do--your daughter."
"My daughter, sir, is a stranger to you. We will speak of her, if you please, by the name--the ill.u.s.trious name--which she inherited at her birth. You wish to see Mrs. Norman?"
"Call her what you like. I have a word to say to her, and I mean to say it."
"No, Mr. Linley, you won"t say it."
"We"ll see about that! Where is she?"
"My daughter is not well."
"Well or ill, I shan"t keep her long."
"My daughter has retired to her room."