"How do I know it? By knowing that higher nature of yours, which you now ignore. Yet it is not of myself that I wish to speak, but of her.
Thurston, you pursue that girl for mere pastime, I am sure--with no ulterior evil purpose, I am certain; yet, Thurston!" she said, involuntarily pressing her hand tightly upon her own bosom, "I know how a woman may love you, and that may be death or madness to Angelica, which is only whim and amus.e.m.e.nt to you. And, Thurston, you must go no further with this culpable trifling--you must promise me to see her no more!"
""Must!" Upon my soul! you take state upon yourself, fair queen!"
"Thurston, a higher authority than mine speaks by my lips--it is the voice of Right! You will regard it. You will give me that promise!"
"And if I do not--"
"Oh! there is no time to argue with you longer--some one is coming--I must be quick. It is two weeks, Thurston, since I first urged this upon you; I have hesitated already too long, and now I tell you, though my heart bleeds to say it, that unless you promise to see Angelica no more, I will see and have an explanation with her to-morrow!"
"You will!"
"You can prevent it, dearest Thurston, by yourself doing what you know to be right."
"And if I do not?"
"I will see Miss Le Roy, to-morrow!"
"By heaven, then--"
His words were suddenly cut short by the entrance of Mrs. Waugh. In an instant his countenance changed, and taking up his bag of game, he went to meet the smiling, good humored woman, saying with a gay laugh:
"Good-morning, Mrs. Waugh! You see I have been shooting in the woods of Luckenough this morning, and I could not leave the premises without offering this tribute to their honored mistress."
And Thurston gayly laid the trophy at her feet.
"Hebe! will you please to see that a cup of hot coffee is sent up to Mrs. L"Oiseau; she is unwell this morning, as I knew she would be, from her excitement last night; or go with it yourself, Hebe! The presence of the G.o.ddess of health at her bedside is surely needed."
Marian left the room, and then Mrs. Waugh, turning to the young gentleman, said:
"Thurston, I am glad to have this opportunity of speaking to you, for I have something very particular to say, which you must hear without taking offense at your old aunty!"
"Humph! I am in for petticoat discipline this morning, beyond a doubt,"
thought the young man; but he only bowed, and placed a chair for Mrs.
Waugh.
"I shall speak very plainly, Thurston."
"Oh! by all means! As plainly as you please, Mrs. Waugh," said Thurston, with an odd grimace; "I am growing accustomed to have ladies speak very plainly to me."
"Well! it won"t do you any harm, Thurston. And now to the point! I told you before, that you must not show any civility to Jacquelina. And now I repeat it! And I warn you that if you do, you will cause some frightful misfortune that you will have to repent all the days of your life--if it be not fatal first of all to yourself. I do a.s.sure you that old Grimshaw is mad with jealousy. He can no longer be held responsible for his actions. And in short, you must see Jacquelina no more!"
"Whe-ew! a second time this morning! Come! I"m getting up quite the reputation of a lady-killer!" thought the young man. Then with a light laugh, he looked up to Mrs. Waugh, and said:
"My dear madam, do you take me for a man who would willingly disturb the peace or honor of a family?"
"Pshaw! By no means, my dear Thurston. Of course I know it"s all the most ridiculous nonsense!"
"Well! By the patience of Job, I do think--"
Again Thurston"s words were suddenly cut short, by the entrance of--the commodore, who planted his cane down with his usual emphatic force, and said:
"Oh, sir! You here! I am very glad of it! There is a little matter to be discussed between you and me! Old Hen! leave us! vanish! evaporate!"
Henrietta was well pleased to do so. And as she closed the door the commodore turned to Thurston, and with another emphatic thump of his cane, said:
"Well, sir! a small craft is soon rigged, and a short speech soon made.
In two words, how dare you, sir! make love to Jacquelina?"
"My dear uncle--"
"By Neptune, sir; don"t "uncle" me. I ask you how you dared to make love to my niece?"
"Sir, you mistake, she made love to me."
"You impudent, impertinent, unprincipled jackanape."
"Come," said Thurston to himself, "I have got into a hornet"s nest this morning."
"I shall take very good care, sir, to have Major Le Roy informed what sort of a gentleman it is who is paying his addresses to his daughter."
"Miss Le Roy will be likely to form a high opinion of me before this week is out," said Thurston, laughing.
"You--you--you graceless villain, you," cried the commodore in a rage--"to think that I had such confidence in you, sir; defended you upon all occasions, sir; refused to believe in your villainy, sir; refused to close my doors against you, sir. Yes, sir; and should have continued to do so, but for last night"s affair."
"Last night"s affair! I protest, sir, I do not in the least understand you?"
"Oh! you don"t. You don"t understand that after the lecture last evening, in leaving the place, Jacquelina thrust her arm through yours--no; I mean through Grim"s, mistaking him for you, and said--what she never would have said, had there not been an understanding between you."
Thurston"s face was now the picture of astonishment and perplexity. The commodore seemed to mistake it for a look of consternation and detected guilt, for he continued:
"And now, sir, I suppose you understand what is to follow. Do you see that door? It leads straight into the hall, which leads directly through the front portal out into the lawn, and on to the highway--that is your road, sir. Good-morning."
And the commodore thumped down his stick and left the room--the image of righteous indignation.
Thurston nodded, smiled slightly, drew his tablets from his pocket, tore a leaf out, took his pencil, laid the paper upon the corner of the mantel-piece, wrote a few lines, folded the note, and concealed it in his hand as the door opened, and admitted Mrs. Waugh, Marian and Jacquelina. There was a telegraphic glance between the elder lady and the young man.
That of Mrs. Waugh said:
"Do have pity on the fools, and go, Thurston."
That of Thurston said:
"I am going, Mrs. Waugh, and without laughing, if I can help it."
Then he picked up his shooting cap, bowed to Jacquelina, shook hands with Mrs. Waugh, and pressing Marian"s palm, left within it the note that he had written, took up his game bag and gun, and departed.