"She hesitated, and looked at me in a pleading manner. I saw that she did not wish to speak; but for once I was inexorable.
""I must rely upon your honour, then, not to repeat my words either to Giles or Gladys. Your doing so would bring Gladys into trouble; and, after all, there is nothing definitely settled." I nodded a.s.sent to this, and she went on rather reluctantly:
"Claude was always fond of Gladys, but we never knew how much he admired her until he went away. They are only half-cousins. Gladys"s father was step-brother to Claude"s. Giles has always been averse to cousins marrying, but we thought this would make a difference."
""They are engaged, then?" I asked, in a loud voice, that seemed to startle Miss Darrell.
""Oh no, no," she returned eagerly; "there is no engagement at all.
Claude writes to her, and she answers him, and I think he is making way with her: she has owned as much to me. Gladys is not one to talk of her feelings, especially on this subject; but it is easy to see how absorbed she is in those Indian letters; she is always brighter and more like herself when she has heard from Claude."
""I am to deduce from all this that you believe Captain Hamilton has a better chance of winning her affections than I?"
"Again she hesitated, then drew a foreign letter slowly from her pocket.
"I think I must read you a sentence from his last letter: he often writes to me as well as to Gladys. Yes, here it is: "Your last letter has been a great comfort to me, my dear Etta: it was more than a poor fellow had a right to expect. I do believe that this long absence has served my purpose, and the scratch I got at Singapore. Girls are curious creatures; one never can tell how to tackle them, and my special cousin knows how to keep one at a distance, but I begin to feel I am making way at last. She wrote to me very sweetly last mail. I carry that letter everywhere; there was a sweetness about it that gave me hope. If I can get leave,--though heaven knows when that will be,--I mean to come home and carry the breach boldly. I shall first show her my wound and my medal, and then throw myself at her pretty little feet. Gladys--" No, I must not read any more; you see how it is, Mr. Cunliffe?"
""Yes, I see how it is," I returned slowly. "Forgive me if I have been impatient or unmindful of your kindness." And then I took up my hat and left the room, and it was weeks before I set foot in Gladwyn again."
"Oh, Max! my poor Max!" I returned, stroking his hand softly. He did not take it away: he only looked at me with his kind smile.
"That was Emmie"s way,--her favourite little caress. Wait a moment, Ursula, my dear; I am going out for a breath of air," And he stood in the porch for a few minutes, looking up at the winter sky seamed with stars, and then came back to me quietly, and waited for me to speak.
CHAPTER XXVIII
CROSSING THE RIVER
Max waited for me to speak, but I had no words ready for the occasion. My silence seemed to perplex him.
"You have heard everything now, Ursula."
"Yes, I suppose so. I am very sorry for you, Max; you have suffered cruelly. And this only happened last year?"
"Last February."
"It is very strange,--very mysterious. I do not seem to understand it.
I cannot find the clue to all this."
"There is no clue needed," he returned impatiently. "Miss Hamilton is in love with her cousin, and is sorry for my disappointment."
"I do not believe it," I replied bluntly. And yet, as I said this, Gladys"s conduct seemed to me perfectly inexplicable. It was just possible that Max"s statement, after all, might be correct,--that she did not love him well enough to marry him: and this would account for her nervousness and constraint in his presence: a sensitive girl like Gladys would never be at her ease under such circ.u.mstances. But she had promised not to withdraw her friendship: why had she then given up her work and made herself a stranger to his dearest interest? I had seen her struggle with herself when he had begged her to resume her cla.s.s. A brightness had come to her eyes, her manner had become warm and animated, as though the stirring of new life were in her veins, and then she had refused him very gently, and a certain dimness and blight had crept over her. I had wondered then at her.
No, I could not bring myself to believe that she was indifferent to Max.
He was so good, so worthy of her. And yet--and yet, do we women always choose the best? Perhaps, as Max said, she knew him too well for him to influence her fancy. Captain Hamilton"s scars and medals might cast a glamour over her. Gladys was very impulsive and enthusiastic; perhaps Max was too quiet and gentle to take her heart by storm.
I had plenty of time for these reflections, for Max sat moodily silent after my blunt remark, but at last he said,--
"I am afraid I believe it, Ursula, and that is more to the purpose. Miss Darrell has dispelled my last hope."
"You mean that Captain Hamilton"s return speaks badly for your chances?"
"I have no chances," very gloomily. "I am out of the running. Miss Hamilton"s message--for I suppose it was a message--was my final answer.
She did not wish me to speak to her again."
"Are you sure that she sent that message?"
"Am I sure that I am sitting here?" he answered, rather irritably. "What have you got in your head, Ursula, my dear? You must not let personal dislike influence your better judgment. Perhaps Miss Darrell is not to my taste; I think her sometimes officious and wanting in delicacy; but I do not doubt her for a moment."
"That is a pity," I returned drily, "for she is certainly not true; but all you men swear by her." For I felt--heaven forgive me!--almost a hatred of this woman, unreasonable as it seemed; but women have these instincts sometimes, and Max had warned me against Miss Darrell from the first.
"I will be frank with you," I continued, more quietly. "I do not read between the lines: in other words, I do not understand Gladys"s behaviour. It may be as you say; I do not wish to delude you with false hopes, my poor Max; Gladys may care more for Captain Hamilton than she does for you; but it seems to me that you acted wrongly on one point; you meant it for the best; but you ought to have spoken to Gladys yourself."
"I wonder that you should say that, Ursula," he returned, in rather a hurt voice. "I may be weak about Miss Hamilton, but I am hardly as weak as that. Do you think me capable of persecuting the woman I love?"
"It would not be persecution," I replied firmly, for I was determined to speak my mind on this point. "Miss Darrell may have misconstrued her meaning: the truth loses by repet.i.tion: she may have added to or diminished her words. A third person should never be mixed up in a love affair: trouble always comes of it. I think you were wrong, Max: you let yourself be managed by Miss Darrell. She has nothing to do with you or Gladys."
"I could not help it if she came to me."
"True, she thrust herself in between you. Well, it is too late to speak of that now. If you will take my advice, Max," for the thought had come upon me like a flash of inspiration, "you will go down to Bournemouth and speak to Gladys, keeping your own counsel and telling no one of your intention."
I saw Max stare at me as though he thought I had lost my senses, and then a sudden light came into his eyes.
"You will go down to Bournemouth," I went on, "and the Maberleys will be glad to see you; you are an old friend, and they will ask no questions and think no ill. You will have no difficulty in seeing Gladys alone.
Speak to her promptly and frankly; ask her what her behaviour has meant, and if she really prefers her cousin. If you must know the worst, it will be better to know it now, and from her own lips. Do go, Max, like a brave man." But even before I finished speaking, the light had died out of his eyes, and his manner had resumed its old sadness.
"No, Ursula; you mean well, but it will not do. I cannot persecute her in this way. Captain Hamilton is coming home in July: she has given him permission to come. I will wait for that. I shall very soon see how matters stand between them. I shall only need to see her with him; probably I shall not speak to her at all."
I could have wrung my hands over Max"s obstinacy and quixotism: he carried his generosity to a fault. Few men would be so patient and forbearing.
How could he stand aside hopelessly and let another man win his prize?
But perhaps he considered it was already won. I pleaded with him again.
I even went so far as to contradict my theory about a third person, and offered to sound Gladys about her cousin; but he silenced me peremptorily.
"Promise me that you will do nothing of the kind; give me your word of honour, Ursula, that you will respect my confidence. Good heavens! if I thought that you would betray me, and to her of all people, I should indeed bitterly repent my trust in you."
Max was so agitated, he spoke so angrily, that I hastened to soothe him.
Of course his confidence was sacred; how could he think such things of me? I was not like Miss--. But here I pulled myself up. He might be as blind and foolish as he liked, he might commit suicide and I would not hinder him; he should enjoy his misery in his own way. And more to that effect.
"Now I have made you cross, little she-bear," he said, laying his hand on mine, "and you have been so patient and have given my woes such a comfortable hearing. You frightened me for a moment, for I know how quick and impulsive you can be. No, no, my dear. I hold you to your own words: a third person must not be mixed up in a love affair; it only brings trouble."
"You have proved the truth of my words," I remarked coolly. "Very well, I suppose I must forgive you; only never do it again, on your peril: you know I am to be trusted."
"To be sure; you are as true as steel, Ursula."
"Very well, then: in that case you have nothing to fear. I will be wise and wary for your sake, and guard your honour sacredly as my own; if I can give you a gleam of hope, I will. Anyhow, I shall watch."