"Oh, you won"t see her again to-day, you may be sure," she rejoined; "and it is just as well, you bear, if you mean to make love to her with that kind of countenance!"
But I would not be advised.
I strode straight up to her room, which I happened to know, and knocked at the door.
She answered "Come in!" evidently not expecting me, and when she saw who it was she was furious.
"I cannot understand what you mean by such conduct!" she exclaimed.
"Well, then, I"ll make you understand!" I retorted.
Mr. Hamilton-Wells insinuated afterward that Evadne only accepted me to save her life. But I protested against the libel. I have never, to my certain knowledge, uttered a rough word either to or before my little lady in the whole course of our acquaintance. But why, when she loved me, she should have gone off in that ridiculous tantrum simply because I did not begin by expressing my love for her, I shall never be able to understand.
She might have been sure that I should have enough to say on that subject as soon as I was accepted.
The day after the engagement was announced Diavolo called upon me.
Needless to say he found me in the seventh heaven. I had been walking about the house, unable to settle to anything, and when I heard he had come I thought it was to congratulate me, and I hurried down; but the first glimpse of his face caused my heart to contract ominously.
"Well, you have played me a nice trick," he said, with concentrated bitterness, "both of you. You knew what _my_ intentions were and you gave me no hint of your own. You preferred to steal a march on me. I could not have imagined such a thing possible from you. I should have supposed that you would have thought such underhand conduct low."
"Diavolo!" I gasped, "are you in earnest?"
"Am I in earnest!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "Look at me! I suppose you think I am incapable of deep feeling."
"If only I had known!" I exclaimed. "Yet--how could I guess? The difference of age--and, Diavolo, my dear boy, believe me, I do sympathise with you most sincerely. This is a bitter drop in the cup for me.
But--but--even if I had known--will it make it worse for you if I say it?-- it is me she loves. She would not have accepted anyone but me. Even if I _had_ withdrawn in your favour--"
He waved his hand to stop me. "Don"t distress yourself," he said. "It is fate. We are to be punished with extinction as a family for the sins of our forefathers. My case will be the same as Uncle Dawne"s--only," he added suddenly, and clenched his fists, "only, if you treat her badly, I"ll blow your brains out."
"I hope you will," I answered.
He looked hard at me with a pained expression in his eyes. "Ah, I"m a fool," he said; "forgive me! I don"t know what I"m saying. I"m mad with disappointment, and grief, and rage. Of course, if she loves you, I never had a chance. Yet the possibility of giving me one, had you known, occurred to you. Well, I will show you that I can be as generous as you are." He held out his hand. "I--I congratulate you," he faltered; "Only, make her happy. But I know you will."
He felt about for his hat, and, having found it, walked with an uncertain step toward the door, blinded with tears.
I stood long as he had left me.
Ah, brother! have you not full oft Found, even as the Roman did, That in life"s most delicious draught _Surgit amari aliquid?_
Lady Adeline met me sadly the next time I went to Hamilton House.
"Do you blame me?" I faltered.
"No, oh, no!" she generously responded. "None of us--not one of us--not even Angelica, suspected for a moment that he was in earnest. It had been his wolf-cry, you know, all his life. Evadne herself has no inkling of the truth."
"I hope she never will," I said.
"If it rests with Diavolo, she will not," his mother answered, proud of him, and with good cause.
It is a salient feature of the Morningquest family history that not one of them ever had a great grief which they did not make in the long run a source of joy to other people. Diavolo"s first impulse was to go and see service abroad; but he soon abandoned that idea, although it would have afforded him the distraction he so sorely needed, and resigned his commission instead; and then took up his abode at Morne, in order to devote himself to his grandfather entirely, and it was in Diavolo"s companionship that the latter found the one great pleasure and solace of his declining years. The old duke had been wont to say of Diavolo at his worst: "That lad is a gentleman at heart, and, mark my words, he will prove himself so yet!"
And so he has.
His was the first and loveliest present Evadne received. He did not come to her second wedding, but, then, n.o.body else did except his father and mother, for it pleased us all to keep the ceremony as quiet and private as possible; so that his absence was not significant; and, afterward, he rather made a point, if anything, of not avoiding us in any way. In fact, the only change I noticed in him was that he never again made any of those laughing protestations of love and devotion to Evadne with which he used to amuse us all in the dark days of her captivity.
CHAPTER XVIII.
We were married in London, and when the final arrangements were being discussed, I asked her where she would like to go after the ceremony.
"Oh, let us go home, Don," she said--she insisted on calling me "Don." I told her the name conveyed no idea to me, but she answered that I was obtuse, and she was sure I should grow to love it in time, even if I did not understand it, if it were only because it was _fetish_, and n.o.body could use it but herself; to which extent, by the way, I was very soon able to endorse her opinion. "Don"t let us go to nasty foreign hotels. I hate travelling, and I hate sight-seeing--the kind of sight-seeing one does for the sake of seeing. We will go home and be happy. No place could be half so beautiful to me as yours is now."
That she should call it "home" at once, and long to be settled there, was a good omen, I thought. But she was happy, beyond all possibility of a doubt, in the antic.i.p.ation of her life with me.
Soon after our return I took her into Morningquest, and left her to lunch with her aunt, Mrs. Orton Beg. I had business on the other side of the city which detained me for some hours, and when at last I could get away, I hurried back, being naturally impatient to rejoin her. Mrs, Orton Beg was alone in the drawing room, and I suppose something in the expression of my face amused her, for she laughed, and answered a question I had not asked.
"Out there," she said, meaning in the garden.
I turned and looked through the open French window, and instantly that haunting ghost of an indefinite recollection was laid. Evadne was sleeping in a high-backed chair, with the creeper-curtained old brick wall for a background, and half her face concealed by a large summer hat which she held in her hand.
"I thought you would remember when you saw her so," said Mrs. Orton Beg.
"It was just after that unhappy marriage fiasco. She had run away, and sought an asylum here, and when you were so struck by her appearance, I could not help thinking it was a thousand pities that you had not met before it was too late."
"And then you asked me to use the Scottish gift of second sight--I was thinking at the moment that she was the kind of girlie I should choose for a wife, and so I said she should marry a man called George--"
"Which made it doubly a Delphic oracle for vagueness to me," said Mrs.
Orton Beg, "because Colonel Colquhoun"s name was also George."
"Now, this is a singular coincidence!" I exclaimed.
"Ah!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "But I do not talk of "coincidences"--there is a special providence, you know."
"Which deserts Edith and protects Evadne?"
"You are incorrigible!"
"You are a demon worshipper! The Infinite Good gives us the knowledge and power if we will use it. _Evadne_ was a Seventh Wave!"
""The Seventh Waves of humanity must suffer," you said." We looked at each other. "The oracle was ominous. But surely she has suffered enough? Heaven grant her happiness at last!"
"Amen," I answered fervently.
As soon as we were settled, I tried to order her life so as to take her mind completely out of the old groove. I kept her constantly out of doors, and never let her sit and sew alone, for one thing, or lounge in easy chairs, or do anything else that is enervating.
I made her ride, too, and rise regularly in the morning; not too early, for that is as injurious in one way as too late is in another; the latter enervates, but the former exhausts. Regularity is the best discipline. I taught her also to shoot at a mark, and took her into the coverts in the autumn; but she could not bear the sight of suffering creatures, and unfortunately she wounded a bird the first time we were out, and I was never able to persuade her to shoot at another. However, there was active exercise enough for her without that, so long as she was able to take it, and when it became necessary to curtail the amount, she drove both morning and afternoon, and took short walks and pottered about the grounds in between times.
I had bought As-You-Like-It while she was abroad with the Hamilton-Wellses, and had had the whole place pulled down, and the site converted into a plantation, so that no trace was left of that episode to vex her. In fact, I had done all that I could think of as likely in any way to help to re-establish her health, and certainly she was very happy.