Miss Jane"s hand tenderly caressed the beautiful head; and, as Salome was too sullen or too much mortified to reply, the old lady continued,--
"Nevertheless, Ulpian is a true and devoted friend, and can not bear the thought of your leaving us, for any purpose, much less the one you contemplate. Last night he said, "Janet, I am her brother, and think you I shall allow my sister to go out from the sacred precincts of home, and become a target for the envy and malice of the better cla.s.ses who will criticise her, and for the coa.r.s.e plaudits of the pit? Do you suppose I can willingly see her bare feet turned towards a path paved with glowing ploughshares? Tell her, for me, that if ever she should carry her unfortunate freak into execution, I shall never wish to touch her hand again, for I shall feel that it has lost its purity in the clasp of many to whom she can not refuse it during a professional career.""
The orphan lifted her head from the arm of Miss Jane"s chair, where it had rested for some minutes, and striking her palms forcibly together, she exclaimed, proudly,--
"Tell Dr. Grey I humbly thank him, but the threat has lost its sting; and if I should chance to meet him years hence, though my hands shall be pure and clean as Una"s, and as unsullied as his own,--so help me heaven! I will never thrust my touch on his, nor so far forget myself as to suffer his fingers to approach mine. When I pa.s.s from this threshold, we will have shaken hands forever."
"Dr. Grey"s ears are not proof against such elevated, ringing tones of voice, and he could not avoid hearing, as he came up the steps, the childish words which he a.s.sures you he has no intention of believing or remembering."
He had tapped twice at the half-open door, and now came forward with a firm, quick step, to the ottoman where Salome sat. Taking her hands, he patted the palms softly against each other, and smiling good-humoredly, continued,--
"They are very white, and shapely, and pure, and I am not afraid that my little sister will soil them. Her brother looks forward to the day when they will gently and gracefully help him in his work among G.o.d"s suffering poor. I have not forgotten how dexterous and docile I found your fingers, when I had temporarily lost the use of my own, and I shall not fail to levy contributions of labor in the coming years."
She had s.n.a.t.c.hed her fingers from his, and no sooner had he ceased speaking, than she bowed haughtily, and answered,--
"Our reconciliations all belong to the Norman family, and are quite as lasting as Lamourette"s. Ceaseless war is preferable to a violated truce, and since I have not swerved from my purpose, I shall not falter in its enunciation. If I live it shall not be my fault if I fail to go upon the stage. I am not so fastidious as Dr. Grey, and one who sprang from _canaille_ must be pardoned if she betrays a longing for the "flesh-pots of Egypt.""
She would have given her right hand to recall her words,--when, a moment later, she met the gaze of profound pity and disappointment with which Dr. Grey"s eyes dwelt upon her countenance, hardened now by its expression of insolent haughtiness; but he allowed her no opportunity for retraction, even had she mastered her overweening pride, and stooping to whisper a brief sentence in his sister"s ear, he took a medical book from the table, and left the room.
The silence that ensued seemed interminable to Salome, and at last she turned, bowed her head in Miss Jane"s lap, and muttered through set teeth,--
"You see it is best that I should go. Even you must be weary of this strife."
The old lady"s trembling hands were laid lovingly on the girl"s hot brow and scorched cheeks.
"Not half so weary as your own oppressed heart. My dear child, why do you persist in tormenting yourself so unmercifully? Why will you say things that you do not mean?--that are absolute libels on your actual feelings? I have often seen and deplored affectations of generosity and refinement, but you are the first person I ever met who delighted in a pretence of meanness, which her genuine nature abhorred. Salome, I have tried to prove myself a mother to you since the day that I took you under my roof; and now, when I am pa.s.sing away from the world,--when a few short months will probably end my feeble life, I think you owe it to me to give me no sorrow that your hands can easily ward off. Don"t leave me. When I am gone there will be time and to spare, for all your schemes. Stay here, and let me have peace and sunshine about me, in my last fading hours. Ah, dear, you can"t be cruel to the old woman who has long loved you so tenderly."
The orphan pressed the withered hands to her lips, and, covering her face with the folds of Miss Jane"s black silk ap.r.o.n, exclaimed pa.s.sionately,--
"Do not think me ungrateful,--do not think me insensible to your love and kindness; but, indeed I am very miserable here. Oh, Miss Jane! if you knew how I have suffered, you would not chide, you would only pity and sympathize with me; for your heart will never steel itself against your poor wretched Salome!"
She lost control of herself, and sobbed violently.
"My dear little girl, tell me all your sorrows. To whom can you reveal your trials and griefs, if not to me? For some weeks past I have observed that you shunned my gaze, and seemed restless when I endeavored to discover how you were employing your time; and I have realized that you were sorely distressed, but I disliked to force your confidence, or appear suspicious. Now, I have a right to ask what makes you miserable in my house? Is the little girl ashamed to show me her heart?"
"One month since, I would have gone to the stake rather than have shown it to you, or have had any one dream of the wretchedness locked in its chambers; but a week ago I was overwhelmed with humiliation, and now I am not ashamed to tell you. Now that Dr. Grey knows it, I would not care if the whole world were hissing and jeering at my heels, and shouting my shame with a thousand trumpets. I tried to keep it from him, and failing, the world is welcome to roll it as a sweet morsel under its busy, stinging, slanderous tongue. Miss Jane, I have intended to be sincere in every respect, but it appears that, after all, I have probably been an arrant hypocrite if you believe that I dislike your brother. I want to go away, because I can no longer endure to live in the same house with Dr. Grey, who shows me more plainly every hour that he can never return the affection I have been idiotic and presumptuous enough to cherish for him. There! I have said it,--and my lips are not blistered by the unwomanly confession, and you still permit my head to rest in your lap. I expected you would be indignant and insulted, and gladly send such a lunatic from your family circle,--or that you would dismiss me coolly, with lofty contempt; but only a woman can properly pity a woman"s weakness, and you are crying over me. Ah, if your tears were falling on my grave, instead of my face!"
Miss Jane was weeping bitterly, but now and then she stooped and kissed the quivering lips of her unhappy charge, who found some balm in the earnest sympathy with which her appeal was received.
"My precious child, why should you be ashamed of your love for the n.o.blest man who ever unconsciously became a woman"s idol? I do not much wonder at your feelings, because you have seen no one else in any respect comparable to him, and it is difficult for you to realize the disparity in your ages. Poor thing! It must be terrible, indeed, to one who loves him as you do, to have no hope of possessing his affection in return. But I suppose it can"t be helped,--and one half the world seem to pour out their love on the wrong persons, and find misery where they should have only joy and peace. Thank G.o.d, all this mischief is shut out of heaven! Dear, don"t hide your face, as if you had stolen half of my sheep; whereas my poor innocent sailor-boy has unintentionally stolen my little girl"s heart."
"Miss Jane, you are too good,--too kind. Do not help me to excuse myself,--do not teach me to palliate my pitiable weakness. It is a grievous, a shameful, a disgraceful thing, for a woman to allow herself to love any man who gives her no evidence of affection, and shows her beyond all doubt that he is utterly indifferent to her. This is a sin against womanly pride and delicacy that demands sackcloth and ashes, and penance and long years of humiliation and self-abas.e.m.e.nt; and I tell you this is the one sin which my proud soul will never pardon in my poor weak, despised heart."
"If you feel this so keenly, you will soon succeed in conquering and casting out of your heart an affection, which, having nothing to feed upon, will speedily exhaust itself. You are young, and your elastic nature will rebound from the pressure that you now find so painful. My dear, a few months or years will bring comparative oblivion of this period of your life."
"No; they will engrave more deeply the consciousness that I have missed my sole chance of earthly happiness, for Dr. Grey is the only man I shall ever love,--is the only man who can lift me to his own n.o.ble height of excellence. I know it is customary to laugh at a girl"s protestations of undying devotion, and that the theory of feminine constancy is as entirely effete as the worship of the Cabiri, or the belief in Blokula and its witches; but, unfortunately, the world has not sneered it entirely out of existence, and I am destined to furnish a mournful exemplification of its reality. Whether my nature is unlike that of the majority of women, I shall not undertake to decide; but this I know,--G.o.d gave me only so much love to spend, and I poured it all out, I deluged my idol with it, instead of doling it carefully through the future years. Like the woman of Bethany, I have broken my box of alabaster, and spilled all my precious ointment, which might have served for a lifetime of anointing, and I cannot renew the shattered receptacle, nor gather back the wasted fragrance; and so my heart must remain without spikenard or balm during its earthly sojourn. I have been prodigal,--have beggared my womanly nature,--and henceforth shall feast on husks. But this piece of folly can be laid on no shoulders but my own, and I must not wince if they are galled by burdens which only I have imposed. Some women, under similar circ.u.mstances, console themselves by fostering a tender and excessive grat.i.tude, which they pet and fondle and call second love; but the feeling belongs to a different species, and is to strong, earnest, genuine love, what the stunted pines of second growth are to the n.o.ble, stalwart, unapproachable oaks, that spring from the primitive virgin soil."
Miss Jane lifted the bowed face, and rested the head against her bosom.
"If you are so thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of mastering this affection, why talk of going away? You will be happier here, under any circ.u.mstances, than among strangers."
"Do not misapprehend me. I do not intend to cherish my weakness,--to caress and pamper it. I mean to strangle, and mangle, and bury it, if possible. I meant, not that I should always love Dr. Grey, but that I should never be able to regard any one else as I once loved him. I can not stay here, seeing him daily trample my alabaster and ointment under his feet. I can not endure the humiliation that has for some days past made this house more intolerable than I may one day find Phlegethon. I want to go into the whirl and din of life, where my thoughts can dwell on some more comforting theme than the peerless preeminence of the man who is master here, where I can spend hours in elaborating _toilettes_ and _coiffures_ that will show to the greatest advantage my small stock of personal charms; where the admiration and love of other men will at least amuse and soothe the heart that has no more love for anybody, or anything. Miss Jane, if I had never become so deeply attached to Dr. Grey, it might perhaps be unsafe for me to venture into the career which now lies before me; but when a woman"s heart is cold and dead in her bosom, there is no peril she need fear; for only her warm, pleading heart, can ever silence the iron clang of conscience and the silvery accents of reason. Worshipping some clay G.o.d, my loving, yearning heart, might possibly have led me astray; but now, pride and ambition stand as sentinels over its corpse, and a heartless woman, desirous only of ama.s.sing a fortune and making herself a celebrity in musical circles, is as safe from harm as the bones of her grandmother, twenty years buried."
The agony that convulsed the orphan"s features, and shivered the smoothness of her usually sweet voice, touched the old lady"s sympathy, and she wept silently; straining her imagination for some argument that would make an impression on the adamantine will with which she found her own in conflict.
"My child, tell me how long you have had this trouble. When did you first feel an interest in Ulpian?"
Unhesitatingly Salome related all that had occurred in her intercourse with Dr. Grey, and her companion was surprised at the frankness and mercilessness with which she a.n.a.lyzed her own feelings at each stage of the acquaintance that proved so disastrous to her peace of mind; and not only held her weakness up for scorn, but exonerated Dr. Grey from all censure.
The minuteness of the confession was exceedingly painful; and, at its conclusion, she pressed her palms to her cheeks, and moaned,--
"There, Miss Jane, I have not winced; I have kept back nothing. I have been as patient and inexorable in laying open my nature, in treating you to a _post-mortem_ examination of my heart, as a dentist in sc.r.a.ping and chiselling a sensitive tooth, or a surgeon in cutting out a cancer that baffled cauterization. Now you know all that I can tell you, and I here lay the past in a sepulchre, and roll the stone upon it, and henceforth I trust you will respect the dead; at least, let silence rest upon its ashes. _Hic jacet cor cordium._"
Salome extricated herself from the arms of her best friend, and smoothed the hair that constant strokes had somewhat disordered.
"Salome, I can not live much longer."
"I know that, dear Miss Jane, and it pains me even to think of leaving the only person who ever really loved me."
"For my sake, dear child, bear the trial of remaining here a little longer; at least, until I die. Do not desert me in my last hours. I do not want the hands of strangers about me, when I am cold and stiff."
Salome rose and walked several times up and down the room; then paused beside the easy-chair, and laid her clasped hands in Miss Jane"s.
"You alone have a right to control me. Do with me as you think best. I will not forsake the true, tender friend, who has done more for me than all else on earth, or in heaven. For the present I remain here; but allow me to say that I do not abandon my scheme. I relinquish none of its details,--I only bide my time."
""Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." Thank you, my precious little girl, for yielding to my wishes when they conflict with yours.
Some day you will rejoice that you made what seemed a sacrifice of inclination on the altar of duty. Now, listen to me. Ulpian is so enraptured with your voice, that, while he will never consent to this stage-struck madness, he is exceedingly anxious that you should enjoy every musical advantage, and is curious to ascertain to what degree of perfection your voice can be trained. After consulting me, he wrote two days ago to a celebrated professor of music in Philadelphia or New York (I really forget where the man is now residing), and offered him a handsome salary if he would come and teach you for at least six months, or as much longer as he deems requisite. I believe the gentleman is delicate and threatened with consumption, which obliges him to spend the winters in a warm climate, and Ulpian first met him in Italy. My boy thinks that the opinion of this Professor Von Somebody is oracular in musical matters; and, as he has trained some of the best singers in Europe, Ulpian wishes him to have charge of your voice. Say nothing about it until we hear whether he can accept our offer. Kiss me."
Salome"s face crimsoned, and she said, hesitatingly,--
"Miss Jane, I can not consent that Dr. Grey should contribute one cent toward my musical tuition. I can humbly and gratefully accept your charitable aid, but not his. You love me, and therefore your bounty is not oppressive or humiliating, but he only pities and tolerates me, and I would starve in some gutter rather than live as the recipient of his charity. If you can conveniently spare the money necessary to give me additional cultivation, I shall thankfully receive it, for Barilli has taught me all of which he is master, and there is no one else in town in whom I have more confidence.
It was my desire and determination that the work of my hands should pay for polishing my voice, but embroidery-fees would not suffice to defray the expenses of the professor to whom you allude; and, if Dr. Grey pays for his services, I must in advance a.s.sure you and him that I shall decline them, and rely upon Barilli and myself."
"Pooh! pooh! It is poor philosophy to quarrel with your bread and b.u.t.ter, no matter who happens to hand it to you. Don"t be so savage on Ulpian, who really cares more for you than you deserve. But if it comforts your proud, fierce spirit, you are welcome to know that I--Jane Grey--pay Professor Von--whatever his name may be; and Ulpian"s pocket, about which you seem so fastidious, will not be damaged one dollar by the transaction. Are you satisfied,--you pretty piece of beggarly pride?"
"I am more grateful to you, dear Miss Jane, than I shall ever be able to express. G.o.d only knows what would have become of me if you had not mercifully s.n.a.t.c.hed me, soul and body, from the purlieus of ruin."
She stooped to receive the fond kiss of her benefactress, and went into her own room.
Nearly an hour later she slowly descended the stairs, and took her hat from the stand in the hall. As she adjusted it on her head, and tied the ribbons behind her knot of hair, Mr. Granville came out of the parlor and seized her hand.
"Why will you torment me so cruelly? I have been waiting and watching for you, at least half an hour."
She haughtily took her fingers from his, and indignantly drew herself up,--
"Mr. Granville presumes on his position as guest, to intrude upon some who do not desire his society. I was not aware, sir, that I had any engagement with you."
"Forgive me, Salome! How have I offended you? If you could realize how much pleasure your presence affords me, you would not punish me by absenting yourself as you have persistently done for three days past."