"Let me have you then, Violet. Ah, if you knew how I would cherish you!
You should be loved so well that you would fancy yourself the centre of the universe, and that all the planets revolved in the skies only to please you. Love, let me have you--priceless treasure that others know not how to value. Let me keep and guard you."
"I would not wrong you so much as to marry you without loving you, and I shall never love any more," said Vixen, with a sad steadfastness that was more dispiriting than the most vehement protestation.
"Why not?"
"Because I spent all my store of love while I was a child. I loved my father--ah, I cannot tell you how fondly. I do not think there are many fathers who are loved as he was. I poured out all my treasures of affection at his feet. I have no love left for a husband."
"What, Violet, not if your old friend Roderick Vawdrey were pleading?"
asked Lord Mallow.
It was an unlucky speech. If Lord Mallow had had a chance which he had not, that speech would have spoiled it. Violet started to her feet, her cheeks crimson, her eyes flashing.
"It is shameful, abominable of you to say such a thing!" she cried, her voice tremulous with indignation. "I will never forgive you for that dastardly speech. Come, Argus."
She had mounted the broad oak stairs with light swift foot before Lord Mallow could apologise. He was terribly crestfallen.
"I was a brute," he muttered to himself. "But I hit the bull"s-eye. It is that fellow she loves. Hard upon me, when I ask for nothing but to be her slave and adore her all the days of my life. And I know that Winstanley would have been pleased. How lovely she looked when she was angry--her tawny hair gleaming in the firelight, her great brown eyes flashing. Yes, it"s the Hampshire squire she cares for, and I"m out of it. I"ll go and shoot the pheasants," concluded Lord Mallow savagely; "those beggars shall not have it all their own way to-day."
He went off to get his gun, in the worst humour he had ever been in since he was a child and cried for the moon.
He spent the whole day in a young oak plantation, ankle-deep in oozy mud, moss, and dead fern, making havoc among the innocent birds. He was in so bloodthirsty a temper, that he felt as if he could have shot a covey of young children, had they come in his way, with all the ferocity of a modern Herod.
"I think I"ve spoiled Winstanley"s coverts for this year, at any rate,"
he said to himself, as he tramped homewards in the early darkness, with no small hazard of losing himself in one of those ghostly plantations, which were all exactly alike, and in which a man might walk all day long without meeting anything nearer humanity than a trespa.s.sing forest pony that had leapt a fence in quest of more sufficing food than the scanty herbage of the open woods.
Lord Mallow got on better than might have been expected. He went east when he ought to have gone west, and found himself in Queen"s Bower when he fancied himself in Gretnam Wood; but he did not walk more than half-a-dozen miles out of his way, and he got home somehow at last, which was much for a stranger to the ground.
The stable clock was chiming the quarter before six when he went into the hall, where Vixen had left him in anger that morning. The great wood fire was burning gaily, and Captain Winstanley was sitting in a Glas...o...b..ry chair in front of it. "Went for the birds after all, old fellow," he said, without looking round, recognising the tread of Lord Mallow"s shooting-boots. "You found it too dismal in the house, I suppose? Consistently abominable weather, isn"t it? You must be soaked to the skin."
"I suppose I am," answered the other carelessly. "But I"ve been soaked a good many times before, and it hasn"t done me much harm. Thanks to the modern inventions of the waterproof-makers, the soaking begins inside instead of out. I should call myself parboiled."
"Take off your oilskins and come and talk. You"ll have a nip, won"t you?" added Captain Winstanley, ringing the bell. "Kirschenwa.s.ser, curacoa, Glenlivat--which shall it be?"
"Glenlivat," answered Lord Mallow, "and plenty of it. I"m in the humour in which a man must either drink inordinately or cut his throat."
"Were the birds unapproachable?" asked Captain Winstanley, laughing; "or were the dogs troublesome?"
"Birds and dogs were perfect; but---- Well, I suppose I"d better make a clean breast of it. I"ve had a capital time here---- Oh, here comes the whisky. Hold your hand, old fellow!" cried Lord Mallow, as his host poured the Glenlivat somewhat recklessly into a soda-water tumbler.
"You mustn"t take me too literally. Just moisten the bottom of the gla.s.s with whisky before you put in the soda. That"s as much as I care about."
"All right. You were saying----"
"That my visit here has been simply delightful, and that I must go to London by an early train to-morrow."
"Paradoxical!" remarked the Captain. "That sounds like your well-bred servant, who tells you that he has nothing to say against the situation, but he wishes to leave you at the end of his month. What"s the matter, dear boy? Do you find our Forest hermitage too dull?"
"I should ask nothing kinder from Fate than to be allowed to spend my days in your Forest. Yes, I would say good-bye to the green hills and vales of County Cork, and become that detestable being, an absentee, if--if--Fortune smiled on me. But she doesn"t, you see, and I must go.
Perhaps you may have perceived, Winstanley--perhaps you may not have been altogether averse from the idea--in a word, I have fallen over head and ears in love with your bewitching stepdaughter."
"My dear fellow, I"m delighted. It is the thing I would have wished, had I been bold enough to wish for anything so good. And of course Violet is charmed. You are the very man for her."
"Am I? So I thought myself till this morning. Unfortunately the young lady is of a different opinion. She has refused me."
"Refused you! Pshaw, they all begin that way. It"s one of the small diplomacies of the s.e.x. They think they enhance their value by an a.s.sumed reluctance. Nonsense, man, try again. She can"t help liking you."
"I would try again, every day for a twelvemonth, if there were a scintilla of hope. My life should be a series of offers. But the thing is decided. I know from her manner, from her face, that I have no chance. I have been in the habit of thinking myself rather a nice kind of fellow, and the women have encouraged the idea. But I don"t answer here, Winstanley. Miss Tempest will have nothing to say to me."
"She"s a fool," said Captain Winstanley, with his teeth set, and that dark look of his which meant harm to somebody. "I"ll talk to her."
"My dear Winstanley, understand I"ll have no coercion. If I win her, I must do it off my own bat. Dearly as I love her, if you were to bring her to me conquered and submissive, like Iphigenia at the altar, I would not have her. I love her much too well to ask any sacrifice of inclination from her. I love her too well to accept anything less than her free unfettered heart. She cannot give me that, and I must go. I had much rather you should say nothing about me, either to her or her mother."
"But I shall say a great deal to both," exclaimed the Captain, desperately angry. "I am indignant. I am outraged by her conduct. What in Heaven"s name does this wilful girl want in a husband? You have youth, good looks, good temper, talent, tastes that harmonise with her own. You can give her a finer position than she has any right to expect. And she refuses you. She is a spoiled child, who doesn"t know her own mind or her own advantage. She has a diabolical temper, and is as wild as a hawk. Egad, I congratulate you on your escape, Mallow. She was not born to make any man happy."
"Small thanks for your congratulations," retorted the Irishman. "She might have made me happy if she had chosen. I would have forgiven her tempers, and loved her for her wildness. She is the sweetest woman I ever knew; as fresh and fair as your furzy hill-tops. But she is not for me. Fate never meant me to be so blessed."
"She will change her mind before she is many months older," said Captain Winstanley. "Her father and mother have spoilt her. She is a creature of whims and fancies, and must be ridden on the curb."
"I would ride her with the lightest snaffle-bit that ever was made,"
protested Lord Mallow. "But there"s no use in talking about it. You won"t think me discourteous or ungrateful if I clear out of this to-morrow morning, will you, Winstanley?"
"Certainly not," answered his host; "but I shall think you a confounded a.s.s. Why not wait and try your luck again?"
"Simply because I know it would be useless. Truth and candour shine in that girl"s eyes. She has a soul above the petty trickeries of her s.e.x.
No from her lips means No, between this and eternity. Oh, thrice blessed will that man be to whom she answers Yes; for she will give him the tenderest, truest, most generous heart in creation."
"You answer boldly for her on so short an acquaintance."
"I answer as a man who loves her, and who has looked into her soul,"
replied Lord Mallow. "You and she don"t hit it over well, I fancy."
"No. We began by disliking each other, and we have been wonderfully constant to our first opinions."
"I can"t understand----"
"Can"t you? You will, perhaps, some day: if you ever have a handsome stepdaughter who sets up her back against you from the beginning of things. Have you ever seen a sleek handsome tabby put herself on the defensive at the approach of a terrier, her back arched, her eyes flashing green lightnings, her tail lashing itself, her whiskers bristling? That"s my stepdaughter"s att.i.tude towards me, and I daresay before long I hall feel her claws. There goes the gong, and we must go too. I"m sorry Miss Tempest has been such a fool, Mallow; but I must repeat my congratulations, even at the risk of offending you."
There were no duets that evening. Vixen was as cold as ice, and as silent as a statue. She sat in the shadow of her mother"s arm-chair after dinner, turning over the leaves of Dore"s "Tennyson," pausing to contemplate Elaine with a half-contemptuous pity--a curious feeling that hurt her like a physical pain.
"Poor wretch!" she mused. "Are there women in our days so weak as to love where they can never be loved again, I wonder? It is foolish enough in a man; but he cures himself as quickly as the mungoose that gets bitten by a snake, and runs away to find the herb which is an antidote to the venom, and comes back ready to fight the snake again."
"Are we not going to have any music?" asked Mrs. Winstanley languidly, more interested in the _picots_ her clever needle was executing on a piece of Italian point than in the reply. "Lord Mallow, cannot you persuade Violet to join you in one of those sweet duets of Mendelssohn"s?"
"Indeed, mamma, I couldn"t sing a note. I"m as husky as a raven."
"I"m not surprised to hear it," said the Captain, looking up from his study of _The Gardener"s Chronicle_. "No doubt you managed to catch cold last night, while you were mooning upon the terrace with young Vawdrey."
"How very incautious of you, Violet!" exclaimed Mrs. Winstanley, in her complaining tone.