"You are the first that has ever ventured to address me as a woman. What appeal do you want to make to me?"
The pa.s.sion of despair seemed to die away from her. A great calm came over her. She went up to Lady Lanswell, and knelt at her feet. The countess would have given much for the power of moving away, but there was that in the beautiful, colorless face raised to hers which compelled her to listen.
"I humble myself to you," pleaded the sweet voice. "I pray of you, who are so great, so powerful, so mighty, to have pity upon your son and upon me. One word from you will go so far; you can undo all that has been done. If you will give your consent all will be well."
Lady Lanswell looked at her in silent wonder. Leone went on:
"I plead to you. I pray to you, because I love him so. In my heart I am as proud as you, may be prouder; but I lay my pride under my feet, I humble myself. I pray of you to take pity upon your son, and on myself.
I love him so well, he loves me too. Life would hold nothing for either of us if we are parted. For the sake of all the love you have ever felt for husband, father, brother, son--for G.o.d"s sake, I pray you to take pity on us, and do not separate us."
The pa.s.sionate torrent of words stopped for one minute; tears streamed down the beautiful upraised face; then she went on:
"I would do all that you wished me; I would try hard to improve myself; I would work so hard and work so well that no one would even guess, ever so faintly, that I belonged to a different cla.s.s. I would be the most devoted of daughters to you; I would live only to please you, I----"
The countess held up her hand with a warning gesture.
"Hush!" she said; "you are talking the most arrant nonsense."
But Leone this time would not be controlled. All the pa.s.sion and love within her seemed to find vent in the next few words. They might have burned the lips which uttered them, but they fell unheeded on the ears of the proudest woman in England.
"Hush," she said again. "Neither pleading nor prayers will avail with me. I speak the simple truth when I say that I would rather see my son dead than see you his wife."
CHAPTER XVIII.
A WRONGED WOMAN"S THREAT.
For some five minutes there was silence, and the two who were to be mortal enemies looked at each other. Leone knew then that all prayers, all pleadings were in vain; that they were worse than useless; but in the heart of the foe there was no relenting, no pity, nothing but scorn and hate. She had poured out the whole of her soul in that supplication for pity, and now she knew that she had humbled herself in vain; the mother"s cruel words smote her with a pain like that of a sharp sword.
She was silent until the first smart of that pain was over, then she said, gently:
"Why do you say anything so cruel?--why do you hate me?"
"Hate you?" replied my lady, "how can you be so mistaken? It is not you I hate, but your cla.s.s--the cla.s.s to which you belong--although the word hate is much too strong. I simply hold them in sovereign contempt."
"I cannot help my cla.s.s," she said, briefly.
"Certainly not; but it is my place to see that my son takes no wife from it. To you, yourself, I can have no dislike; personally I rather like you; you have a pleasant face, and I should take you to be clever. But you have not even one of the qualifications needful--absolutely necessary for the lady whom my son calls wife."
"Yet he chose me," she said, simply.
"You have a nice face, and my son has fancied it," said the countess contemptuously. "You ought to be grateful to me for separating you from my son now. I am doing for him the kindest thing that any one could do.
I know Lord Chandos better than any one else, and I know that he tires of everything in a short time. He would have wearied of you by Christmas, and would have loathed the chains he had forged for himself.
When he was a child he tired of a new toy in half an hour--his disposition has not changed."
"I cannot believe it," cried Leone. "I will not believe it, great lady as you are. You are wicked to malign your own son."
"I do not malign him," said the countess, indifferently. "Many gentlemen think it quite complimentary to be called changeable. My son has always been known as one of the most variable of men; nothing pleases him long; it is seldom that anything pleases him twice. You think he will always love you; let me ask you why? You have a pretty face, granted; but there is nothing under the sun of which a man tires sooner. You have nothing else; you have no education, no accomplishments, no good birth; I should say no good breeding, no position, rank, or influence. If I may speak my mind plainly, I should say that it was a most impertinent presumption for you, a farmer"s niece, even to dream of being Lady Chandos--a presumption that should be punished, and must be checked. You would, without doubt, make an excellent dairy-maid, even a tolerable housekeeper, but a countess never. The bare idea is intolerable."
She grew more angry as she spoke; for the girl"s grace and beauty, the wonderful sweetness of her voice, the pa.s.sion, the power, the loveliness of her face, began to tell upon her; she could not help owning to herself that she had seen nothing so marvelous as this wonderful girl.
"Then," said Leone, calmly, "I have appealed to you in vain?"
"Quite in vain," replied my lady. "Remember that against you personally I have nothing to say, neither have I any dislike; but if you have common sense, you will see that it is utterly impossible for my son to take the future Countess of Lanswell from a farmhouse. Now try and act rationally--go away at once, leave my son, and I will see that you have plenty to live upon."
"Whatever may be said of the cla.s.s from which I spring," cried Leone, "I believe in the sanct.i.ty of marriage, and I would scorn to barter my love for anything on earth."
"Yes, that is all very pretty and very high-flown," said the countess, with a contemptuous laugh; "but you will find a few thousand pounds a very comfortable matter in a few years" time."
"You said you would rather see your son dead than married to me, Lady Lanswell; I repeat that I would rather die of hunger than touch money of yours. I did not know or believe that on the face of G.o.d"s earth there was ever a creature so utterly hard, cold and cruel as you."
The light of the setting sun had somewhat faded then, and it moved from the proud figure of the countess to the lovely young face of Leone, but even as the light warmed it, new pride, new energy, new pa.s.sion seemed to fill it. The prayer and the pleading died--the softened light, the sweet tenderness left it; it was no longer the face of a loving, tender-hearted girl, pleading with hot tears that she might not be taken from her husband--it was the face of a tragedy queen, full of fire and pa.s.sion. She stood, with one hand upraised, like a sibyl inspired.
"I have done, Lady Lanswell," she said; "you tell me that Lord Chandos is free to marry as he will when he is twenty-one."
"If you can find any comfort in that statement, I can verify it," she replied; "but surely you are not mad enough to think that, when my son is of age, he will return to you."
"I am sure of it," said Leone. "I believe in my husband"s love, and my husband"s constancy, as I believe in Heaven."
"I hope your faith in Heaven will be more useful to you," sneered the countess. "I have womanly pity enough to warn you not to let your hopes rest on this. I prophesy that Lord Chandos will have utterly forgotten you by next June, and that he does not see you again."
"I will not believe it, Lady Lanswell. You are my superior by birth and fortune, but I would neither exchange mind nor heart with you. You have sordid and mean ideas. My husband will be true, and seek me when the time comes."
My lady laughed.
"You are very happy to have such faith in him; I have not half so much in any creature living. You hold that one card in your hand--you seem to think it a winning one; it may or may not be. I tell you one thing frankly: that I have already settled in my own mind who shall be my son"s wife, and I seldom fail in a purpose."
"You are a wicked woman," cried Leone. "I have no fear of you. You may try all that you will. I do not believe that you will take my husband from me. You are a wicked woman, and G.o.d will punish you, Lady Lanswell.
You have parted husband and wife who loved each other."
"I am not very frightened," laughed my lady. "I consider that I have been a kind of providence to my son. I have saved him from the effect of his own folly. Will you allow me to say now that, having exhausted a very disagreeable subject, this interview must be considered closed! If you would like any refreshments my housekeeper will be pleased to----"
But the girl drew back with an imperial gesture of scorn.
"I want nothing," she said. "I have a few words to say to you in parting. I repeat that you are a wicked woman, Lady Lanswell, and that G.o.d will punish you for the wicked deed you have done. I say more, whether Heaven punishes you or not, _I will_. You have trampled me under your feet; you have insulted, outraged, tortured me. Listen to the word--you have tortured me; you have received me with scorn and contumely; you have laughed at my tears; enjoyed my prayers and humiliation. I swear that I will be revenged, even should I lose all on earth to win that revenge. I swear that you shall come and plead to me on your knees, and I will laugh at you. You shall plead to me with tears, and I will remind you how I have pleaded in vain. You have wrung my heart, I will wring yours. My revenge shall be greater than your cruelty; think, then, how great it will be."
"I repeat that I am not frightened," said the countess, but she shrunk from the fire of those splendid eyes.
"I was mad to think I should find a woman"s heart in you. When the hour of my revenge comes, my great grief will be that I have a heart of marble to deal with!" cried Leone.
"You cannot have such great affection for your husband, if you speak to his mother in this fashion," said the countess, mockingly.
The girl stretched out her white arms with a despairing cry.
"Give me back my husband, and I recall my threats."