"Old Dinah is off. Perhaps gone somewhat before her time to her appointed place.
"It is useless for you to remain longer in Derbyshire, as we already possess all you want to know, and you must lose no time in commencing a suit against your uncle for conspiracy in order to defraud you out of your rights. Robert"s character will never stand the test of this infamous exposure.
"My sweet Madge looks ill and delicate, and, like the old father, pines to see you again. You young scamp! you have taken a strange hold on the heart of your attached kinsman and faithful friend,
"Alexander Moncton."
I made my kind friend, Mrs. Hepburn, read over this important letter twice. It was the longest, I verily believe, that the worthy scribe ever penned in his life, and which nothing but his affection for me, could have induced him to write.
"G.o.d bless him!" I cried fervently, "how I long to see him again, and thank him from my very heart for all he has done for me!"
I was so elated, that I wanted to leave my bed instantly, and commence my journey to the Park. This was, however, but a momentary delusion: I was too weak, when I made the trial, to sit upright, or even to hold a pen, which was the most provoking of the two.
Mrs. Hepburn, at my earnest solicitation, wrote to Sir Alexander a long and circ.u.mstantial account of all that had befallen me since I left Moncton. That night was full of restless tossings to and fro. I sought rest, but found it not; nay, I could not even think with calmness, and the result was, as might have been expected, a great increase of fever, and for several days I was not only worse, but in considerable danger.
Nothing could be more tantalizing than this provoking relapse. A miserable presentiment of evil clouded my mind: my anxiety to write to Margaretta was painfully intense, and this was a species of communication which I could not very well convey through another.
To this unfortunate delay, I have attributed much of the sorrows of after years. Our will is free to plan. Our opportunities of action are in the hands of G.o.d. What I most ardently desired to do I was prevented from doing by physical weakness. How, then, can any man affirm that his destiny is in his own hands, when circ.u.mstances form a chain around him, as strong as fate, and the mind battles in vain against a host of trifles, despicable enough when viewed singly, but when taken in combination, possessing gigantic strength?
Another painful week wore slowly away, at the end of which I was able to sit up in a loose dressing-gown for several hours during the day.
I lost not a moment in writing to Margaretta directly I was able to hold a pen. I informed her of all that had pa.s.sed between me and Catherine, and laid open my heart to her, without the least reserve.
Deeming myself unworthy of her love, I left all to her generosity. I dispatched my letter with a thousand uncomfortable misgivings as to what effect it might produce upon the sensitive mind of my little cousin.
To write a long letter to George Harrison was the next duty I had to perform. But when I reflected on the delight which my communication could not fail to convey, this was not only an easy, but a delightful task. I had already arrived at the second closely written sheet, when a light tap at the door of the room announced the presence of Kate Lee.
"What, busy writing still, Geoffrey? What will honest Dan say to this rebellious conduct on the part of his patient? You must lay aside pens and paper for this day. Your face is flushed and feverish. Don"t shake your head; my word is despotic in this house--I must be obeyed."
"Wait a few minutes, dear Miss Lee, and your will shall be absolute.
It was because I am writing of you, that my letter has run to such an unconscionable length."
"Of me, Geoffrey?"
"Yes, of you, my charming friend."
"Nay, you are joking, Mr. Moncton. You would never distress me, by writing of me to strangers?"
"Strangers! oh no; but this is to one who is most dear to us both."
Catherine turned very pale.
"Geoffrey, I hope that you have not said anything that I could wish unsaid?"
"Do not look like a scared dove, sweet Kate. Have a little patience, and you shall read the letter."
"That is asking too much. I will trust to your honour--that innate sense of delicacy which I know you possess."
"You shall read the letter--I insist upon it. If you do not like it, I will write another. But you must sit down by me and listen to what I have to tell you, of my poor friend"s history."
She turned her glistening eyes upon me, full of grateful thanks, and seated herself beside me on the couch. I then recounted to her the history which George had confided to me, though the narration was often interrupted by the sighs and tears of my attentive auditor.
After the melancholy tale was told, a long silence ensued. Poor Kate was too busy with her own thoughts to speak. I put the letter I had been writing into her hands, and retired to my own chamber, which opened into the one in which we were sitting, whilst she perused it.
It was a simple statement of the facts related above. I had left him to draw from them what inference he pleased. When I returned an hour afterward to the sitting-room, which had been fitted up as such entirely for my accommodation, the windows opening into a balcony which ran along the whole front of the house, I found Kate leaning upon the railing, with the open letter still in her hand.
Her fine eyes were raised and full of tears, but she looked serene and happy, her beautiful face reminding me of an April sun just emerging from a soft fleecy cloud, which dimmed, only to increase by softening, the glory which it could not conceal.
"Well, dear Kate, may I finish my letter to George--for I must call him so still?"
"No."
"Why not," said I, surprised, and half angry.
"Because I mean to finish it myself. Will you give me permission?"
"By all means: it will make him so happy."
"And you are not jealous?" And as she said this, she bent upon me a curious and searching glance.
"Not now: a few weeks ago I should have been. To tell you the truth, dear Kate, I am too egotistical a fellow to love one who does not love me. I truly rejoice in the antic.i.p.ated happiness of my friend."
Methought she looked a little disappointed, but recovering herself she added quickly--
"This is as it should be, yet I must own that my woman"s vanity is a little hurt at the coolness of your philosophy. We all love power, Geoffrey, and do not like to lose it. Yet I am sincerely glad that you have conquered an attachment which would have rendered us both miserable. No fear of a broken heart in your case."
"Such things have been, and may be again, Kate, but I believe them to belong more to the poetry than the reality of life. Hearts are made of tough materials. They don"t choose to break in the right place, and just when and where we want them."
She laughed, and asked when I thought I should be able to commence my journey to Moncton Park!
"In a few days I hope. I feel growing better every hour; my mind recovers elasticity with returning strength. But how I shall ever repay you, dear Miss Lee, and your excellent aunt, for your care and kindness puzzles me."
"Geoffrey, your accident has been productive of great good to us all; so say no more about it. I, for one, consider myself in your debt. You have made two friends, whom cruel destiny had separated, most happy."
CHAPTER XI.
A WELCOME AND AN UNWELCOME VISITOR.
Three days had scarcely elapsed, when I found myself mounted on my good steed, and gaily trotting along the road on my way to Moncton Park.
Honest Dan Simpson insisted on being my companion for the first stage.
"Just," said he, "to take care of me, and see how I got along." I could gladly have dispensed with his company, for I longed to be alone; but to hurt the good fellow"s feelings, would have been the height of ingrat.i.tude.
He had indignantly rejected the ample remuneration which Sir Alexander had remitted for his services.
"I took care of you for love, sir. It was no trouble, but a pleasure.
As to money--I don"t want it, I have saved a good pile for old age, and have neither wife nor child to give it to when I die. Lord! sir, I was afraid that you would take it ill, or I was going to ask you if you wanted any. I should have been proud to accommodate you, until you had plenty of your own."