Then amid a murmur and stir of delighted sympathy he took his wife upon his arm, and turned with her to the life they were to face together.
Two hours later all was a past dream. Bride and bridegroom had slipped quietly away, and the wedding guests had arrived at that rather noisy indifference which presages the end of an entertainment. Then flushed and tired with hurrying congratulations and good wishes that stumbled over each other, carriage after carriage departed; and Ethel and her companions went to Dora"s parlor to rest awhile and discuss the event of the day. But Dora"s parlor was in a state of confusion. It had, too, an air of loss, and felt like a gilded cage from which the bird had flown.
They looked dismally at its discomfort and went downstairs. Men were removing the faded flowers or sitting at the abandoned table eating and drinking. Everywhere there was disorder and waste, and from the servants" quarter came a noisy sense of riotous feasting.
"Where is Mrs. Denning?" Ethel asked a footman who was gathering together the silver with the easy unconcern of a man whose ideas were rosy with champagne. He looked up with a provoking familiarity at the question, and sputtered out, "She"s lying down crying and making a fuss.
Miss Day is with her, soothing of her."
"Let us go home," said Ethel.
And so, weary with pleasure, and heart-heavy with feelings that had no longer any reason to exist, pale with fatigue, untidy with crush, their pretty white gowns sullied and pa.s.se, each went her way; in every heart a wonder whether the few hilarious hours of strange emotions were worth all they claimed as their right and due.
Ruth had gone home earlier, and Ethel found her resting in her room. "I am worn out, Ruth," was her first remark. "I am going to bed for three or four days. It was a dreadful ordeal."
"One to which you may have to submit."
"Certainly not. My marriage will be a religious ceremony, with half a dozen of my nearest relatives as witnesses."
"I noticed Fred slip away before Dora went. He looked ill."
"I dare say he is ill--and no wonder. Good night, Ruth. I am going to sleep. Tell father all about the wedding. I don"t want to hear it named again--not as long as I live."
CHAPTER VI
THREE days pa.s.sed and Ethel had regained her health and spirits, but Fred Mostyn had not called since the wedding. Ruth thought some inquiry ought to be made, and Judge Rawdon called at the Holland House. There he was told that Mr. Mostyn had not been well, and the young man"s countenance painfully confessed the same thing.
"My dear Fred, why did you not send us word you were ill?" asked the Judge.
"I had fever, sir, and I feared it might be typhoid. Nothing of the kind, however. I shall be all right in a day or two."
The truth was far from typhoid, and Fred knew it. He had left the wedding breakfast because he had reached the limit of his endurance.
Words, stinging as whips, burned like hot coals in his mouth, and he felt that he could not restrain them much longer. Hastening to his hotel, he locked himself in his rooms, and pa.s.sed the night in a frenzy of pa.s.sion. The very remembrance of the bridegroom"s confident transport put mur-der in his heart--murder which he could only practice by his wishes, impotent to compa.s.s their desires.
"I wish the fellow shot! I wish him hanged! I would kill him twenty times in twenty different ways! And Dora! Dora! Dora! What did she see in him? What could she see? Love her? He knows nothing of love--such love as tortures me." Backwards and forwards he paced the floor to such imprecations and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns as welled up from the whirlpool of rage in his heart, hour following hour, till in the blackness of his misery he could no longer speak. His brain had become stupefied by the iteration of inevitable loss, and so refused any longer to voice a woe beyond remedy. Then he stood still and called will and reason to council him.
"This way madness lies," he thought. "I must be quiet--I must sleep--I must forget."
But it was not until the third day that a dismal, sullen stillness succeeded the storm of rage and grief, and he awoke from a sleep of exhaustion feeling as if he were withered at his heart. He knew that life had to be taken up again, and that in all its farces he must play his part. At first the thought of Mostyn Hall presented itself as an asylum. It stood amid thick woods, and there were miles of wind-blown wolds and hills around it. He was lord and master there, no one could intrude upon his sorrow; he could nurse it in those lonely rooms to his heart"s content. Every day, however, this gloomy resolution grew fainter, and one morning he awoke and laughed it to scorn.
"Frederick"s himself again," he quoted, "and he must have been very far off himself when he thought of giving up or of running away. No, Fred Mostyn, you will stay here. "Tis a country where the impossible does not exist, and the unlikely is sure to happen--a country where marriage is not for life or death, and where the roads to divorce are manifold and easy. There are a score of ways and means. I will stay and think them over; "twill be odd if I cannot force Fate to change her mind."
A week after Dora"s marriage he found himself able to walk up the avenue to the Rawdon house; but he arrived there weary and wan enough to instantly win the sympathy of Ruth and Ethel, and he was immensely strengthened by the sense of home and kindred, and of genuine kindness to which he felt a sort of right. He asked Ruth if he might eat dinner with them. He said he was hungry, and the hotel fare did not tempt him.
And when Judge Rawdon returned he welcomed him in the same generous spirit, and the evening pa.s.sed delightfully away. At its close, however, as Mostyn stood gloved and hatted, and the carriage waited for him, he said a few words to Judge Rawdon which changed the mental and social atmosphere. "I wish to have a little talk with you, sir, on a business matter of some importance. At what hour can I see you to-morrow?"
"I am engaged all day until three in the afternoon, Fred. Suppose I call on you about four or half-past?"
"Very well, sir."
But both Ethel and Ruth wondered if it was "very well." A shadow, fleeting as thought, had pa.s.sed over Judge Rawdon"s face when he heard the request for a business interview, and after the young man"s departure he lost himself in a reverie which was evidently not a happy one. But he said nothing to the girls, and they were not accustomed to question him.
The next morning, instead of going direct to his office, he stopped at Madam, his moth-er"s house in Gramercy Park. A visit at such an early hour was unusual, and the old lady looked at him in alarm.
"We are well, mother," he said as she rose. "I called to talk to you about a little business." Whereupon Madam sat down, and became suddenly about twenty years younger, for "business" was a word like a watch-cry; she called all her senses together when it was uttered in her presence.
"Business!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed sharply. "Whose business?"
"I think I may say the business of the whole family."
"Nay, I am not in it. My business is just as I want it, and I am not going to talk about it--one way or the other."
"Is not Rawdon Court of some interest to you? It has been the home and seat of the family for many centuries. A good many. Mostyn women have been its mistress."
"I never heard of any Mostyn woman who would not have been far happier away from Rawdon Court. It was a Calvary to them all. There was little Nannie Mostyn, who died with her first baby because Squire Anthony struck her in a drunken pa.s.sion; and the proud Alethia Mostyn, who suffered twenty years" martyrdom from Squire John; and Sara, who took thirty thousand pounds to Squire Hubert, to fling away at the green table; and Harriet, who was made by her husband, Squire Humphrey, to jump a fence when out hunting with him, and was brought home crippled and scarred for life--a lovely girl of twenty who went through agonies for eleven years without aught of love and help, and died alone while he was following a fox; and there was pretty Barbara Mostyn----"
"Come, come, mother. I did not call here this morning to hear the Rawdons abused, and you forget your own marriage. It was a happy one, I am sure. One Rawdon, at least, must be excepted; and I think I treated my wife as a good husband ought to treat a wife."
"Not you! You treated Mary very badly."
"Mother, not even from you----"
"I"ll say it again. The little girl was dying for a year or more, and you were so busy making money you never saw it. If she said or looked a little complaint, you moved restless-like and told her "she moped too much." As the end came I spoke to you, and you pooh-poohed all I said.
She went suddenly, I know, to most people, but she knew it was her last day, and she longed so to see you, that I sent a servant to hurry you home, but she died before you could make up your mind to leave your "cases." She and I were alone when she whispered her last message for you--a loving one, too."
"Mother! Mother! Why recall that bitter day? I did not think--I swear I did not think----"
"Never mind swearing. I was just reminding you that the Rawdons have not been the finest specimens of good husbands. They make landlords, and judges, and soldiers, and even loom-lords of a very respectable sort; but husbands! Lord help their poor wives! So you see, as a Mostyn woman, I have no special interest in Rawdon Court."
"You would not like it to go out of the family?"
"I should not worry myself if it did."
"I suppose you know Fred Mostyn has a mortgage on it that the present Squire is unable to lift."
"Aye, Fred told me he had eighty thousand pounds on the old place. I told him he was a fool to put his money on it."
"One of the finest manors and manor-houses in England, mother."
"I have seen it. I was born and brought up near enough to it, I think."
"Eighty thousand pounds is a bagatelle for the place; yet if Fred forces a sale, it may go for that, or even less. I can"t bear to think of it."
"Why not buy it yourself?"
"I would lift the mortgage to-morrow if I had the means. I have not at present."
"Well, I am in the same box. You have just spoken as if the Mostyns and Rawdons had an equal interest in Rawdon Court. Very well, then, it cannot be far wrong for Fred Mostyn to have it. Many a Mostyn has gone there as wife and slave. I would dearly like to see one Mostyn go as master."
"I shall get no help from you, then, I understand that."