Eleanor only sighed.
"I think I have something to forgive to-night, Eleanor,--but it is easy to forgive you." And wrapping both arms round her now, he pressed on brow and lip and cheek kisses that were abundantly reconciled.
"My presence just saved you to night. Eleanor--will you promise not to be naughty any more?--Eleanor?--"
"I will try," burst out Eleanor,--"O I will try to do what is right! I will try to do what is right!"
And in bitter uncertainty what that might be, she gave way under the strain of so many feelings, and the sense of being conquered which oppressed her, and burst into tears. Still held fast, the only hiding-place for her eyes was Mr. Carlisle"s breast, and they flowed there bitterly though restrained as much as possible. He hardly wished to restrain them; he would have been willing to stand all night with that soft brown head resting like a child"s on him. Nevertheless he called her to order with words and kisses.
"Do you know, it is late," he said,--"and you are tired. I must send you off. Eleanor! look up. Look up and kiss me."
Eleanor overcame the pa.s.sion of tears as soon as possible, yet not till a few minutes had pa.s.sed; and looked up; at least raised her head from its resting-place. Mr. Carlisle whispered, "Kiss me!"
How could Eleanor refuse? what could she do? though it was sealing allegiance over again. She was utterly humbled and conquered. But there was a touch of pride to be satisfied first. Laying one hand on Mr.
Carlisle"s shoulder, so as to push herself a little back where she could look him in the face, with eyes glittering yet, she confronted him; and asked, "Do you doubt me now?"
Holding her in both arms, at just that distance, he looked down at her, a smile as calm as brilliant playing all over his face, which spoke perfect content as well as secure possession. But the trust in his eyes was as clear.
"No more than I doubt myself," he answered.
Pride was laid asleep; and yielding to what seemed her fate, Eleanor gave the required token of fealty--or subjugation--for so it seemed to her. Standing quite still, with bent head and moveless att.i.tude, the slightest smile in the world upon the lips, Mr. Carlisle"s whole air said silently that it was not enough. Eleanor yielded again, and once more touched her lips to those of her master. He let her go then; lit her candle and attended her to the foot of the staircase and dismissed her with all care.
"I wonder if he is going to stay here himself to-night, and meet me in the morning," thought Eleanor as she went up the stairs. "It does not matter--I will go to sleep and forget everything, for a while."
Would she? There was no sleep for Eleanor that night, and she knew it as soon as she reached her room. She set down her candle and then herself in blank despair.
What had she done? Nothing at all, The stand she had meant to take at the beginning of the evening, she had been unable even to set foot upon. The bold step by which she had thought to set herself free from Mr. Carlisle, had only laid her more completely at his feet. Eleanor got up and walked the room in agony.
What had she done? She was this man"s promised wife; she had made her own bonds; it was her own doing; he had a right to her, he had claims upon her, he had given his affection to her. Had _she_ any rights now, inconsistent with his? Must she not fulfil this marriage? And yet, could she do so, feeling as she did? would _that_ be right? For no sooner was Eleanor alone than the subdued cry of her heart broke out again, that it could not be. And that cry grew desperate. Yet this evening"s opportunity had all come to nothing. Worse than nothing, for it had laid an additional difficulty in her way. By her window, looking out into the dark night, Eleanor stopped and looked at this difficulty.
She drew from its lurking-place in the darkness of her heart the question Mr. Carlisle had suggested, and confronted it steadily.
_Had_ "that young man," the preacher of this evening, Eleanor"s really best friend, had he anything to do with her "unmanageable wishes?"
_Had_ she any regard for him that influenced her mind in this struggle--or that raised the struggle? With fiercely throbbing heart Eleanor looked this question for the first time in the face. "No!" she said to herself,--"no! I have not. I have no such regard for him. How debasing to have such a doubt raised! But I _might_ have--I think that is true--if circ.u.mstances put me in the way of it. And I think, seeing him and knowing his superior beauty of character--how superior!--has wakened me up to the consciousness of what I do like, and what I like best; and made me conscious too that I do not love Mr. Carlisle as well as I ought, to be his wife--not as he loves me. _That_ I see now,--too late. Oh, mother, mother! why were you in such a hurry to seal this marriage--when I told you, I told you, I was not ready. But then I did not know any more than that. And now I cannot marry him--and yet I shall--and I do not know but I ought. And yet I cannot."
Eleanor walked her floor or stood by her window that live-long night.
It was a night of great agony and distracted searching for relief.
Where should relief come from? To tell Mr. Carlisle frankly that she did not bear the right kind of love towards him, she knew would be the vainest of expedients. "He can make me do anything--he would say he can make me love him; and so, perhaps, he could--I believe he would--if I had not seen this other man." And then Eleanor drew the contrast between one person and the other; the high, pure, spiritual n.o.bleness of the one, and the social and personal graces and intellectual power of the other, all used for selfish ends. It was a very unprofitable speculation for Eleanor; it left her further than ever from the conclusion, and distressed her bitterly. From her mother she knew sadly there was no help to be had. No consideration, of duty or pleasure, would outweigh with her the loss of a splendid alliance and the scandal of breaking off the preparations for it. The Sphynx would not look out more calmly over the desert waste of all things, than Mrs. Powle"s fair face would overview a moral desolation more hopeless and more cheerless, if but the pyramid of her ambition were firmly planted there. And Eleanor"s worst trouble after all was her doubt about duty.
If Mr. Carlisle had not loved her--but he did love her truly and tenderly, and she, however misled, had given him permission. Could she now withdraw it? Could she do anything but, at whatever risk, go on and meet the obligations she had brought upon herself? Nature cried out strongly that it must not be; but conscience and remorse, aided by circ.u.mstances, withstood nature, and said it must be no other way.
Eleanor must marry Mr. Carlisle and be as good to him as she could. And Eleanor"s whole soul began to rise up stronger and stronger in protest against it, and cry that she never would marry him.
The weary long night seemed but as one thought of pain; and when the morning broke, Eleanor felt that she had grown old.
CHAPTER XIII.
IN DOUBT.
"We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o" Sunday."
Eleanor was too sick to go down even to a late breakfast; and a raging headache kept off any inquiries or remonstrances that Mrs. Powle might have made to her if she had been well. Later in the day her little sister Julia came dancing in.
"Aren"t you going to get up, Eleanor? What"s the matter? I am going to open your window. You are all shut up here."
Back went the curtain and up went the window; a breath of fresh mild air came sweetly in, and Julia danced back to the bedside. There suddenly sobered herself.
"Eleanor, aren"t you better? Can"t you get up? It is so nice to-day."
Julia"s fresh, innocent, gay manner, the very light play of her waving hair, not lighter than the childlike heart, were almost too much for her sister. They made Eleanor"s heart ache.
"Where is everybody?"
"Nowhere," said Julia. "I am all the house. Mr. Carlisle went home after breakfast; and mamma and Alfred are gone in the carriage to Brompton; and papa is out somewhere. Are you better, Nellie?"
"I shall never be better!" said Eleanor. She turned and hid her face.
"Oh why, Eleanor? What makes you say that? What is the matter? I knew yesterday you were not happy."
"I am never going to be happy. I hope you will."
"I am happy," said Julia. "And you will be. I told Mr. Rhys you were not happy,--and he said you would be by and by."
"Julia!" said Eleanor raising herself on her elbow and with a colour spreading all over her face,--"don"t talk to Mr. Rhys about me or my concerns! What makes you do such a thing?"
"Why I haven"t anybody else to talk to," said Julia. "Give me your foot, and I"ll put on your stocking. Come! you are going to get up. And besides, he thinks a great deal of you, and we pray for you every day."
"Who?"
"He does, and I. Come!--give me your foot."
"_He, and you!_" said Eleanor.
"Yes," said Julia looking up. "We pray for you every day. What"s the matter, Eleanor?"
Her hand was laid sorrowfully and tenderly on the shoulder of the sister whose face was again hid from her. But at the touch Eleanor raised her head.
"You seem a different child, Julia, from what you used to be."
"What"s the matter, Nellie?"--very tenderly.
"I wish I was different too," said Eleanor, springing out of bed; "and I want time to go away by myself and think it out and battle it out, until I know just what is right and am ready to do it; and instead of that, mamma and Mr. Carlisle have arranged--"
"Stop and sit down," said Julia taking hold of her; "you look white and black and all colours. Wait and rest, Eleanor."
But Eleanor would not till she had tried the refreshment of cold water, and had put her beautiful hair in order; then she sat down in her dressing-gown. Julia had watched and now stood anxiously beside her.