Then my lady"s face hardened and the earl knew what was to follow.
"It remains for us, then, Mr. Sewell," she said, "to take the needful steps."
"Yes, you must make an appeal to the High Court, and the marriage will be at once set aside," said Mr. Sewell. "It is a terrible thing for the young wife, though."
"She should have had more sense than to have married my son," cried my lady. "I have pity for my son--none for her."
"I think it would be more fair to tell Lord Chandos what you intend doing," said Mr. Sewell. "Not that he could make either resistance or defense--the law is absolute."
"What will the end be?" asked my lady.
"The marriage will be declared null and void; they will be compelled to separate now; but again he has the remedy in his own hand. If he chooses to remain true and constant to her, the very next day after he becomes of age he can remarry her, and then she becomes his lawful wife; if he forgets her the only remedy for her would be money compensation."
"It shall be the business of my life to see that he does forget her,"
said my lady.
"You can commence proceedings at once," said Mr. Sewell. "You can file your pet.i.tion to-morrow."
"It will make the whole matter public," hesitated my lady.
"Yes, that is the one drawback. After all it does not matter," said Mr.
Sewell, "many young men make simpletons of themselves in the same way.
People do not pay much attention."
Lord Lanswell looked at his wife"s handsome, inflexible face.
"It is a desperate thing to do, Lucia," he said, "for Lance loves her very dearly."
"It was a desperate action on his part to marry without consulting us,"
said my lady.
"He will be of age next June," said the earl, "do you think that he will be true to her?"
"No," said the countess, proudly. "I can safely pledge you my word that he will not."
CHAPTER XII.
"THEY WILL NOT FORGIVE ME."
"Thank Heaven," said the countess, "that the matter can be set straight.
If there had been no remedy I should have lost my reason over it. The boy must have been mad or blinded, or very probably drawn into it in some disgraceful fashion or other."
My lady was triumphant, her handsome face lighted with satisfaction, but the earl looked grave. The lawyer had taken his leave, and they still remained to discuss matters. Lord Lanswell did not seem so well pleased; he went up to my lady where she was standing.
"Lucia," he began, "do you think that if we succeed in parting these two we shall do quite right?"
"Right," cried my lady. "I shall think it one of the most virtuous actions of my life."
"Well," said the earl, "I am sorry that I cannot quite agree with you.
No doubt this marriage is vexatious enough, but whether it is well to obliterate all traces of it, or rather to do away with it altogether, is quite another thing."
"I am the best judge of what is right in this case," said my lady, haughtily; "I will have no interference. The business part of it must be attended to at once."
"At least you will write to Lance and tell him what you intend doing?"
"Yes, I have no objection to that," she replied; "it can make no possible difference to him."
"He may try to make some compromise," said Lord Lanswell, whose heart smote him as he thought of the pa.s.sionate, beautiful face.
"There can be no compromise; he must give her up at once, and marry some one in his own rank," said the countess. "I will write the letter at once, and I must ask you, Ross, not to be weak. A weak man is the most contemptible object in creation."
"I will try not to be weak, my dear," said the earl, submissively; "but I am concerned for Lance."
"Lance must take his chance," said my lady, too angry to be conscious of the rhyme; "he has done wrong, and he must suffer for it. He will thank Heaven in a year"s time from now that I have saved him."
Still Lord Lanswell looked at his wife with a grave expression of doubt.
"You think, then, Lucia, that in a year"s time he will have forgotten that poor young wife?"
"I am quite sure of it. Long before I had heard of this foolish affair I had decided in my own mind whom he should marry, and I see no reason for changing my plans."
Lord Lanswell thought with regret and sympathy of the young wife. Could it be possible, he thought, that his son would be so disloyal, so unfaithful as to forget in twelve short months the wife he had risked so much to win? He looked at the countess.
"The matter then lies in a nutsh.e.l.l and depends entirely upon whether Lance continues true to his love or not. If he remains true, your scheme for parting them will have but little effect; if he prove false, why then all will be well, according to your way of thinking."
"We will finish with the subject," she said. "You may make your mind quite easy about it. I guarantee all my knowledge of the world that he will not only have forgotten her in twelve months" time, but that he will be ashamed of having ever fancied himself in love with her."
Lord Lanswell went, in obedience to his wife"s command, to a.s.sist in the commencement of the proceedings, and as soon as my lady was left alone, she sat down to write to her son. She told him, in the plainest possible words, that his marriage was not only unlawful, but invalid, as he, being minor, could not contract a legal marriage without the consent of his parents. My lady had faith enough in herself to add openly:
"You can, of course, please yourself, as soon as you are of age; you can then remarry the young person without our consent if you will; but my opinion is you will not."
The time which had pa.s.sed so unpleasantly for the earl and countess was bright and light for the young bride and bridegroom. Leone had shed some bitter tears when they left Dunmore House, but Lord Chandos laughed; he was angry and irritated, but it seemed to him that such a state of things could not last. His father and mother had indulged him in everything--surely they would let him have his way in marriage. He kissed the tears from his young wife"s face, and laughed away her fears.
"It will be all right in the end," he said. "My father may hold out for a few days, but he will give way; in the meantime, we must be happy, Leone. We will stay at the Queen"s Hotel until they invite us to Cawdor.
It will not be long; my mother and father cannot get on without me. We will go to the opera to-night, that will distract your thoughts."
The opera had been but hitherto an empty word to Leone. She had a vague idea that it consisted of singing. After all there was some compensation to be found; her young husband was devoted to her, she was magnificently dressed, and was going in a beautiful closed carriage to the opera.
She uttered no word of surprise, but her whole soul was filled with wonder. The highest festivity and the greatest gayety she had ever witnessed was a choir tea-party. She had a most beautiful voice; in fact, neither herself nor any of those around her knew the value of her voice or appreciated it.
On great occasions the choir were entertained by the rector--once during the summer when they made merry out in the green woods, and once in the winter when they were entertained in the school-room. Leone had thought these parties the acme of grandeur and perfection; now she sat in that brilliant circle and wondered into what world she had fallen.
Before the curtain was raised she was engrossed in that brilliant circle. She had never seen such dresses, such diamonds, such jewels, faces so beautiful, toilets so exquisite; it was all quite new to her.
The beautiful and poetic side of it appealed to her. Her beautiful face flushed with delight, her dark eyes were l.u.s.trous and radiant.