"None for this. I know it"s wrong to cry when I am so happy. I hope he will forgive me."
Mrs. Berry vowed her bride was the sweetest, softest, beautifulest thing in life.
"I"ll cry no more," said Lucy. "Leave me, Mrs. Berry, and come back when I ring."
She drew forth a little silver cross, and fell upon her knees to the bed. Mrs. Berry left the room tiptoe.
When she was called to return, Lucy was calm and tearless, and smiled kindly to her.
"It"s over now," she said.
Mrs. Berry sedately looked for her ring to follow.
"He does not wish me to go in to the breakfast you have prepared, Mrs. Berry. I begged to be excused. I cannot eat."
Mrs. Berry very much deplored it, as she had laid out a superior nuptial breakfast, but with her mind on her ring she nodded a.s.sentingly.
"We shall not have much packing to do, Mrs. Berry."
"No, my dear. It"s pretty well all done."
"We are going to the Isle of Wight, Mrs. Berry."
"And a very suitable spot ye"ve chose, my dear!"
"He loves the sea. He wishes to be near it."
"Don"t ye cross to-night, if it"s anyways rough, my dear. It isn"t advisable." Mrs. Berry sank her voice to say, "Don"t ye be soft and give way to him there, or you"ll both be repenting it."
Lucy had only been staving off the unpleasantness she had to speak.
She saw Mrs. Berry"s eyes pursuing her ring, and screwed up her courage at last.
"Mrs. Berry."
"Yes, my dear."
"Mrs. Berry, you shall have another ring."
"Another, my dear?" Berry did not comprehend. "One"s quite enough for the objeck," she remarked.
"I mean," Lucy touched her fourth finger, "I cannot part with this."
She looked straight at Mrs. Berry.
That bewildered creature gazed at her, and at the ring, till she had thoroughly exhausted the meaning of the words, and then exclaimed, horror-struck: "Deary me, now! you don"t say that? You"re to be married again in your own religion."
The young wife repeated: "I can never part with it."
"But, my dear!" the wretched Berry wrung her hands, divided between compa.s.sion and a sense of injury. "My dear!" she kept expostulating like a mute.
"I know all that you would say, Mrs. Berry. I am very grieved to pain you. It is mine now, and must be mine. I cannot give it back."
There she sat, suddenly developed to the most inflexible little heroine in the three Kingdoms.
From her first perception of the meaning of the young bride"s words, Mrs. Berry, a shrewd physiognomist, knew that her case was hopeless, unless she treated her as she herself had been treated, and seized the ring by force of arms; and that she had not heart for.
"What!" she gasped faintly, "one"s own lawful wedding-ring you wouldn"t give back to a body?"
"Because it is mine, Mrs. Berry. It was yours, but it is mine now.
You shall have whatever you ask for but that. Pray, forgive me! It must be so."
Mrs. Berry rocked on her chair, and sounded her hands together. It amazed her that this soft little creature could be thus firm. She tried argument.
"Don"t ye know, my dear, it"s the fatalest thing you"re inflictin"
upon me, reelly! Don"t ye know that bein" bereft of one"s own lawful wedding-ring"s the fatalest thing in life, and there"s no prosperity after it! For what stands in place o" that, when that"s gone, my dear? And what _could_ ye give me to compensate a body for the loss o" that! Don"t ye know--Oh, deary me!" The little bride"s face was so set that poor Berry wailed off in despair.
"I know it," said Lucy. "I know it all. I know what I do to you.
Dear, dear Mrs. Berry! forgive me! If I parted with my ring I know it would be fatal."
So this fair young freebooter took possession of her argument as well as her ring.
Berry racked her distracted wits for a further appeal.
"But, my child," she counterargued, "you don"t understand. It ain"t as you think. It ain"t a hurt to you now. Not a bit, it ain"t. It makes no difference now! Any ring does while the wearer"s a maid.
And your Mr. Richard"ll find the very ring he intended for ye. And, of course, that"s the one you"ll wear as his wife. It"s all the same now, my dear. It"s no shame to a maid. Now do--now do--there"s a darlin"!"
Wheedling availed as little as argument.
"Mrs. Berry," said Lucy, "you know what my--he spoke: "With this ring I thee wed." It was with _this_ ring. Then how could it be with another?"
Berry was constrained despondently to acknowledge that was logic.
She hit upon an artful conjecture:
"Won"t it be unlucky your wearin" of the ring which served me so?
Think o" that!"
"It may! it may! it may!" cried Lucy.
"And arn"t you rushin" into it, my dear?"
"Mrs. Berry," Lucy said again, "it was this ring. It cannot--it never can be another. It was this. What it brings me I must bear. I shall wear it till I die!"
"Then what am _I_ to do?" the ill-used woman groaned. "What shall I tell my husband when he come back to me, and see I"ve got a new ring waitin" for him? Won"t that be a welcome?"
Quoth Lucy: "How can he know it is not the same, in a plain gold ring?"
"You never see so keen a eyed man in joolry as my Berry!" returned his solitary spouse. "Not know, my dear? Why, any one would know that "ve got eyes in his head. There"s as much difference in wedding-rings as there"s in wedding people! Now, do pray be reasonable, my own sweet!"
"Pray, do not ask me," pleads Lucy.