"Of some one, Rose, who took advantage of your ignorance of the world--of your want of knowledge of society?"
"Oh no!" she replied, covering her face with her hand; "oh no! he is incapable of that. He would have suffered me to leave Abbeyweld free of promise, but I would not."
"And do you hold the same faith still Rose? Think, has not what you have seen, and shared in, made you ambitious of something beyond a country life? Your refined mind and genuine feeling, your taste--do not, I implore you, deceive yourself."
"I do not, sir; indeed, I do not. Pardon me; I would not speak disrespectfully of those above me. Of course, I have not been admitted into that familiarity which would lead me to comprehend what at present appears to me even more disturbed by the littleness of life than a country village. Conventional forms have, I fear, little to do with elevation of mind; they seem to me the result of habit rather than of thought or feeling. I know this, at least, "All is not gold that glitters." I have seen a tree, fair to look at in the distance, and covered with green leaves, but when approached closely, the trunk was foul and hollowed by impurities, and when the blast came, it could not stand; even so with many, fair without and foul within, and the first adversity, the first great sorrow, over-throws them."
"But this may be the case with the poor as well as the rich, in the country as well as the town."
"I am sure of it, sir. No station can be altogether free from impurity; but in the country the incitements to evil seem to me less numerous, and the temptations fewer by far; the most dangerous of all, a desire to shine, to climb above our fellows, less continual. The middle cla.s.s is there more healthy and independent."
"And all this owing to the mere circ.u.mstance, think you, of situation?" interrupted the gentleman.
"I am only country bred, sir, as you know," replied Rose, earnestly but meekly; "and the only advantage I have had has been in the society of one you have heard me mention before now--our worthy rector--and he says it would make all that is wrong come right, if people would only fear G.o.d and love their neighbour."
"I believe," said the gentleman, "he is right, quite right; for out of such religion springs contentment, and all the higher as well as the humbler virtues. Yes, he is quite right." Much more he urged Rose, with all the persuasive eloquence of warm affection, to discover, if it were possible, she could change. He tried her on all points, but she replied with the clear straightforward truthfulness that has nothing to conceal. She wavered in nothing: firm to her love, steady to her principles, right-thinking and clear-sighted, he felt that Rose Dillon of Abbeyweld would have added the dignity of virtue to the dignity of rank, but that her mind was of too high an order to bend to the common influences that lead women along the beaten track of life.
They parted to meet no more; and Rose shed tears at their parting. "I did not wish you to make a declaration that did me too much honour,"
she said; "but I entreat you to say nothing of it to Mrs. Ivers. My own course is taken, and G.o.d knows how earnestly I will pray that you may find one in every way worthy your high caste of mind and station."
I wonder would Edward Lynne have quite approved of those tears; I wonder would he have been pleased to have observed the cheek of his affianced bride pressed against the drawing-room window, to catch a last glimpse of the cab which dashed from Mr. Ivers" door. Perhaps not--for the generous nature of woman"s love and woman"s friendship, is often beyond man"s comprehension--but he would have been pleased to see, after she had paced the room for half an hour, the eagerness with which she received and opened a letter from himself; to have witnessed the warm kiss impressed upon his name; to hear the murmured "dear, _dear_ Edward!" Her heart had never for a moment failed in its truth--never for an instant wavered.
That day week the cousins separated. "You must come to me when I return, Rose," said Helen--"you must come and witness my triumphs.
My husband"s brother is very ill--cannot live long--but _that_ is a secret. I trust Ivers will make a figure in the lower, before called to the upper house; if he does not, it will break my heart. There, G.o.d bless you, Rose; you have been very affectionate, very sweet to me, but I do, I confess, envy you that cheerful countenance--cheerful and calm. I always think that contented people want mind and feeling; but you do not, Rose. By the way, how strangely Mr. ---- disappeared; I thought you had clipped his wings. Well, next season, perhaps. Of course, after this, you will think no more of Edward." Fortunately for Rose, Helen expected no replies, and after a few more words, as I have said, they parted.
In little more than three months, Rose Dillon and Edward Lynne were married.
CHAPTER VIII.
"It"s a decent match enough," said old Mrs. Myles to the rector when two years had elapsed, and she had become reconciled to it. "Of course Rose never could have taken the same stand as Helen, who has been a lady now more than a year; though she"s a good, grateful girl, and Edward very attentive--very attentive indeed--and I must say more so than I expected. Helen, I mean my lady, you know, has, as she says in her last letter, a great deal to do with her money--of course she must have; and so, sir, pray do not let any one in Abbeyweld know that the little annuity is not continued--regularly, I mean," she added, while a certain twitching of her features evinced how much she felt, though she did not at the moment confess it, the neglect of one she so dearly loved. Like most talkative people, she frequently talked away her sorrows; and, thinking she would be better if she opened her heart, she recommenced, after wiping away a few natural tears: "You see, sir, Helen--I mean her ladyship--said she would make it up by-and-bye to me, and so she ought, poor dear thing; for I sacrificed both myself and her cousin Rose for her advancement; and really I cannot tell how the money goes with those great folk. Only think," proceeded the old lady, bringing her face close to Mr. Stokes, and whispering--"only think, she says she never has five pounds she can call her own. Now, as I told Rose, this is very odd, because my lord is so very rich since the death of his brother, ten times as rich as he was at first, and yet Rose says they are poor now to what they used to be--is not that very strange? She says it is because of the increased expenditure, and that I don"t understand; but it"s very hard, very hard in my old days. If she can"t live upon thirty thousand a-year, I wonder how she expects her poor old grandmother to live upon thirty pounds, for that"s all my certainty; and the little farm, I must say, would have gone to destruction, but for Edward Lynne--he does every thing for it, poor fellow. She never sends me a paper now, with her presentations, and dresses, and fine parties, printed in it at full-length; she"s ashamed of her birth, that"s it; though sure you and your lady, sir, noticed them both like equals, and I never even asked to go near her, though his lordship invited me more than once--and he even came to see Rose, as you know, ay, and a good ten mile out of his way it was to come--a good ten mile--and kissed her baby, and said he wished he had one like it, which they say Helen never will have. Oh, it was a pity that first one of her ladyship did not live! It is so cruel of her not to let me see the papers with an account of her fine doings, all in print--very cruel--I who loved her so, and took care of her--I never could find out from Rose whether or no she thought her happy. Ah, Rose is a good girl! not, however,"
added the old lady, again wiping away her tears--"not, however, to be compared to her ladyship; and I would not say what I have done to any one in the world but you, sir, who have known them all their lives."
So talked old Mrs. Myles, and so she continued to talk at intervals, during the next five years, growing weaker in mind and body, until at last she took to her bed. "I could die happy," said the old woman, "if I were to see Helen once more; write to her, Rose, and tell her so; she will not refuse to see me, her first friend--only once."
Communications between the cousins had ceased for a long time, but Rose wrote. Mrs. Myles sent twice every day to the post-office--and her hopes, so constantly disappointed, increased her fever; at the end of a week, a letter came.
"Give it me, Rose, give it me!" exclaimed Mrs. Myles, "it is from my own darling child, bless her!--my beauty! Oh, deary me! I"m sure that"s a beautiful seal, if I could only see it; prop me up--there.
How the jessamine blinds the window--now my spectacles--so"--She tried hard to read, but the power of sight was gone. "She used to write the best hand in the school, but this fashionable writing is hard to make out," observed the old woman; "so do you read it, Rosy."
"Here is ten pounds to begin with," said Rose, placing the gossamer note before her.--Mrs. Myles mechanically took up the money, and played with it as a child plays with a toy, and Rose read the few words that accompanied the gift:--"Grieved to the heart to hear of the illness of her ever dear relative--would be miserable about her but from the knowledge of Rose being the best nurse in the world--begs she will let her know how the dear invalid is by return of post, and also if there is any thing she could send to alleviate her sufferings."
While Rose was reading the letter, Mrs. Myles"s long thin feeble fingers were playing with the note, her dim eyes fixed upon the window; large round tears coursed each other down her colourless cheeks. "No word about coming, Rose--no word about coming," she muttered, after a pause; "send her back this trash," she added, bitterly--"send her back this trash, and tell her the last tears I shed were shed not for my sins, but for her cruelty." She continued to mutter much that they could not understand; but evening closed in, and Rose told Edward that she slept at last; she did certainly, and Rose soon discovered that it was her last sleep. The money was returned; and again five years elapsed without Rose hearing, directly or indirectly, from her rich and t.i.tled cousin. In the mean time, Edward and Rose prospered exceedingly; three handsome, happy children blessed their home. Their industry perfected whatever Providence bestowed; nothing was wasted, nothing neglected; the best farmers in the neighbourhood asked advice of Edward Lynne; and the "born ladies,"
as poor Mrs. Myles would have called them, would have forgotten that Rose was only a farmer"s wife, if wise Rose had been herself disposed to forget it. But great as their worldly prosperity had been, it was nothing to the growth and continuance of that holy affection which cheered and hallowed their happy dwelling--the chief characteristic of which was a freedom from pretension of all kinds. Rose suffered appearances to grow with their means, but never to precede them; and though this is not the world"s practice, the duty is not on that account the less imperative. They were seated one evening round their table, Edward reading, while his wife worked, when the master of the post-office brought them a letter.
"It has lain two days, Measter Lynne," said the man, "for you never send but once a-week; only, as I thought by the seal it must be something grand, whoy I brought it down myself."
It was from Helen!--from the ambitious cousin--a few sad, mournful lines, every one of which seemed dictated by a breaking heart.
She was ill and wretched, and the physician had suggested change of air; but above all her native air. Would Rose receive her for a little time, just to try what its effect might be?--she was sure she would, and she would be with her immediately.
"Strange," said Edward, "how nature will a.s.sert and keep its power; when luxury, art, skill, knowledge, fail to restore health, they tell you of native air, trusting to the simple, pure restorative, which is the peasant"s birthright, as infallible. I wonder, Rose, how those fine people like to be thrown back upon the nature they so outrage."
"Poor Helen!" exclaimed Rose, "how dispirited she seems--how melancholy! I ought to feel afraid of your meeting her, I suppose, Edward; but I do not--you have grown satisfied with your poor Rose. We shall be able to make her very comfortable, shall we not?"--and then she smiled at the homeliness of the phrase, and wondered what Helen would say if she heard her.
It was not without sundry heartbeatings that Rose heard the carriage stop, and a.s.sisted Helen to alight; nor could she conceal her astonishment at the ravages which not past years but past emotions had wrought on her once beautiful face.
The habit of suppressing thoughts, feelings, and emotions, had altogether destroyed the frank expression of her exquisitely chiselled mouth, which, when it smiled now, smiled alone; for the eyes, so finely formed, so exquisitely fringed, did not smile in unison; they had acquired a piercing and searching expression, altogether different from their former brilliancy.
The elevated manners, the polished tone which high society alone bestows, only increased the distance between the two cousins, though Rose was certainly gratified by the exclamation of pleasure which told how much better than she antic.i.p.ated were the accommodations prepared by her humble relative.
"Such pretty rooms--such beautiful flowers! Rose, you must have grown rich, and without growing unhappy. Strange, you look ten years younger than I do!"
"Late hours, public life, and anxieties," said Rose.
"Yes, that last appointment his lordship obtained, the very thing above all others I so desired for him, has completely divided him from his home. We hardly ever meet now, except at what I may call our own public dinners."
"And he, who used to be so affectionate, so fond of domestic life!"
involuntarily exclaimed Rose.
"And is so still; but the usages of society, the intrigues and bustle of public business, quite overthrow every thing of that kind. Oh, it is a weary, wearying world!"
"But to a mind like yours, the achieving an object must be so delightful!"
"Ay, Rose, so it is; but that sort of thing soon pa.s.ses away, and we have no sooner obtained possession of one, than another still more desirable presents itself. How peaceful and happy you seem. Well, an idle mind must be a perpetual feast."
"But I have not an idle mind, not an idle moment," replied Rose, colouring a little; "my husband, my children, my humble household, the care of the parochial schools, now that poor Mr. Stokes has grown so infirm"--
"Yes, yes!" interrupted Helen; "and yet, Rose, when I look at you, even now, I cannot but think you were fitted for better things."
"Better than learning how to occupy time profitably, and training souls for immortality!" she replied; "but you are worn and tired, let me wait upon you this one night, as I used long, long ago to do--let me wait upon my own dear cousin, instead of a menial, this one night, and to-morrow you shall see Edward and the children."
The worn-hearted woman of the great world laid her face upon her cousin"s shoulder, and then fairly hid it in her bosom. Why it was, He only, who knows the mysterious workings of the human heart, can tell; but she wept long and very bitterly, a.s.signing no cause for her tears, but sobbing and weeping like a sorrowing child, while the arms she had flung round her cousin"s neck prevented Rose from moving. Their tears once more mingled, as they had often done in childhood--once more--but not for long.
"Leave me alone for a little, and I will ring for my maid," she said at last; "I am too artificial to be waited upon by you, Rose. It was otherwise when you used to twine gay poppies and bright flowers in my hair, telling me, at the same time, how much wiser it would have been to have chosen the less fading and more fragrant ones."
"Her husband--and her children!" thought Helen; "if she had neither children nor husband, she would have been of such value to me now; noisy children, I dare say, troublesome and wearying. Native air!
native air, indeed, _ought_ to work wonders." It would be hardly credited that Helen--the beauty--the admired--the woman of rank--bestowed quite as much trouble upon her morning toilette as if she had been in London. Such was her aching pa.s.sion for universal sway, that she could not bear to be thought faded by her old lover, though he was only a farmer; and this trouble was taken despite bodily pain that would have worn a strong man to a skeleton.
It would be difficult to say whether Helen was pleased or displeased at finding Edward Lynne what might, without any flattery, be termed a country gentleman, betraying no emotion whatever at the sight of one who had caused him so much suffering, and only anxious to gratify her because she was his wife"s relative. She thought, and she was right, that she discovered pity, and not admiration, as he looked upon her.
"You think me changed," she said.
"Your ladyship has been ill and hara.s.sed."
"Ah! we all change except Rose."