CHAPTER XXIX
Philip arrived home about one o'clock on the Monday, and, after their
nursery dinner, Arthur made his way to the study, and soon found
himself in the dread presence--for what presence is more dread (most
people would rather face a chief-justice with the gout)--of the man
whose daughter he was about to ask in marriage.
Philip, whom he found seated by a tray, the contents of which he
seemed in no humour to touch, received him with his customary
politeness, saying, with a smile, that he hoped he had not come to
tell him that he was sick of the place and its inhabitants, and was
going away.
"Far from it, Mr. Caresfoot, I come to speak to you on a very
different subject."
Philip glanced up with a quick look of expectant curiosity, but said
nothing.
"In short," said Arthur, desperately, "I come to ask you to sanction
my engagement to Angela."
A pause--a very awkward pause--ensued.
"You are, then, engaged to my daughter?"
"Subject to your consent, I am."
Then came another pause.
"You will understand me, Heigham, when I say that you take me rather
by surprise in this business. Your acquaintance with her has been
short."
"That is true, but I have seen a great deal of her."
"Perhaps; but she knows absolutely nothing of the world, and her
preference for you--for, as you say you are engaged to her, I presume
she has shown a preference--may be a mistake, merely a young girl's
romantic idea."
Arthur thought of his conversation of the previous day with Angela,
and could not help smiling as he answered,
"I think if you ask her that, she will tell you that is not the case."
"Heigham, I will be frank with you. I like you, and you have, I
believe, sufficient means. Of course, you know that my daughter will
have nothing--at any rate, till I am dead," he added, quickly.
"I never thought about the matter, but I shall be only too glad to
marry her with nothing but herself."
"Very good. I was going to say that, notwithstanding this, marriage is
an important matter; and I must have time to think over it before I
give you a decided answer, say a week. I shall not, however, expect
you to leave here unless you wish to do so, nor shall I seek to place
any restrictions on your intercourse with Angela, since it would
appear that the mischief is already done. I am flattered by your
proposal; but I must have time, and you must understand that in this
instance hesitation does not necessarily mean consent."
In affairs of this nature a man is satisfied with small mercies, and
willing to put up with inconveniences that appear trifling in
comparison with the disasters that might have overtaken him. Arthur
was no exception to the general rule. Indeed, he was profuse in his
thanks, and, buoyed up with all the confidence of youth, felt sure in
his heart that he would soon find a way to extinguish any objections
that might still linger in Philip's mind.
His would-be father-in-law contented himself with acknowledging his
remarks with courtesy, and the interview came to an end.
Arthur gone, however, his host lost all his calmness of demeanour,
and, rising from his untasted meal, paced up and down the room in
thought. Everything had, he reflected, fallen out as he wished. Young
Heigham wished to marry his daughter, and he could not wish for a
better husband. Save for the fatality which had sent that woman to him
on her fiend's errand, he would have given his consent at once, and
been glad to give it. Not that he meant to refuse it--he had no such
idea. And then he began to think what, supposing that Lady Bellamy's
embassy had been of a nature that he could entertain, which it was
not, it would mean to him. It would mean the realization of the work
and aspirations of twenty years; it would mean his re-entry into the
property and position from which he had, according to his own view,
been unjustly ousted; it would mean, last but not least, triumph over
George. And now chance, mighty chance (as fools call Providence), had
at last thrown into his hands a lever with which it would be easy to
topple over every stumbling-block that lay in his path to triumph;
more, he might even be able to spoil that Egyptian George, giving him
less than his due.
Oh, how he hungered for the broad acres of his birthright! longing for
them as a lover longs for his lost bride. The opportunity would never
come again; why should he throw it away? To do so would be to turn his
cousin into an open and implacable foe. Why should he allow this girl,
whose birth had bereft him of the only creature he had ever loved,
whose sex had alienated the family estates, and for whose company he
cared nothing, to come as a destruction on his plans? She would be
well-off; the man loved her. As for her being engaged to this young
Heigham, women soon got over those things. After all, now that he came
to think of the matter calmly, what valid cause was there why the
thing should not be?
And as he paced to and fro, and thought thus, an answer came into his
mind. For there rose up before him a vision of his dying wife, and
there sounded in his ears the murmur of her half-forgotten voice,
that, for all its broken softness, had, with its last accents, called
down God's winged vengeance and His everlasting doom on him who would
harm her unprotected child. And, feeling that if he did this thing, on
him would be the vengeance and the doom, he thought of the shadows of
the night, and grew afraid.
When Arthur and his host met, according to their custom, that evening,
no allusion was made on either side to their conversation of the
afternoon, nor did her father even speak a word to Angela on the
subject. Life, to all appearance, went on in the old house precisely
as though nothing had happened. Philip did not attempt to put the
smallest restraint on Arthur and his daughter, and studiously shut his
eyes to the pretty obvious signs of their mutual affection. For them,
the long June days were golden, but all too short. Every morning found
their mutual love more perfect, but when the flakes of crimson light
faded from the skies, and night dropped her veil over the tall trees
and peaceful lake, by some miracle it had grown deeper and more
perfect still. Day by day, Arthur discovered new charms in Angela;
here some hidden knowledge, there an unsuspected grace, and everywhere
an all-embracing charity and love. Day by day he gazed deeper into the
depths of her mind, and still there were more to plumb. For it was a
storehouse of noble thoughts and high ambitions--ambitions, many of
which could only find fulfilment in another world than this. And, the
more he saw of her, the prouder he was to think that such a perfect
creature should so dearly love himself; and with the greater joy did
he look forward to that supreme and happy hour when he should call her
his. And so day added itself to day, and found them happy.
Indeed, the aspect of their fortunes seemed as smooth and smiling as
the summer surface of the lake. About Philip's final consent to their
engagement they did not trouble themselves, judging, not unnaturally,
that his conduct was in itself a guarantee of approval. If he meant to
raise any serious objections, he would surely have done so before,
Arthur would urge, and Angela would quite agree with him, and wonder
what parent could find it in his heart to object to her bonnie-eyed
lover.
What a merciful provision of Providence it is that throws a veil over
the future, only to be pierced by the keenest-eyed of Scotchmen!
Where should we find a flavour in those unfrequent cups that the
shyest of the gods, Joy, holds to our yearning lips, could we know of
the bitter that lurks in the tinselled bowl? Surely we have much to be
thankful for, but for nothing should we be so grateful as for this
blessed impotence of foresight!
But, as it is often on the bluest days that the mercury begins to sink
beneath the breath of far-off hurricane, so there is a warning spirit
implanted in sensitive minds that makes them mistrustful of too great
happiness. We feel that, for most of us, the wheel of our fortunes
revolves too quickly to allow of a long continuance of unbroken joy.
"Arthur," said Angela, one morning, when eight days had passed since
her father's return from town, "we are too happy. We should throw
something into the lake."
"I have not got a ring, except the one you gave me," he answered; for
his signet was on his finger. "So, unless we sacrifice Aleck or the
ravens, I don't know what it is to be."
"Don't joke, Arthur. I tell you we are too happy."
Could Arthur have seen through an acre or so of undergrowth as Angela
uttered these words, he would have perceived a very smart page-boy
with the Bellamy crest on his buttons delivering a letter to Philip.
It is true that there was nothing particularly alarming about that,
but its contents might have given a point to Angela's forebodings. It
ran thus:
"Rewtham House, Monday.
"My dear Mr. Caresfoot,
"With reference to our conversation last week about your daughter
and G., can you come over and have a quiet chat with me this
afternoon?
"Sincerely yours,
"Anne Bellamy."
Philip read this note, and then re-read it, knowing in his heart that
now was his opportunity to act up to his convictions, and put an end
to the whole transaction in a few decisive words. But a man who has
for so many years given place to the devil of avarice, even though it
be avarice with a legitimate object, cannot shake himself free from
his clothes in a moment; even when, as in Philip's case, honour and
right, to say nothing of a still more powerful factor, superstition,
speak so loudly in his ears. Surely, he thought, there would be no
harm in hearing what she had to say. He could explain his reasons for
having nothing to do with the matter so much better in person. Such
mental struggles have only one end. Presently the smart page-boy bore
back this note:
"Dear Lady Bellamy,
"I will be with you at half-past three.
"P.C."
It was with very curious sensations that Philip was that afternoon
shown into a richly furnished boudoir in Rewtham House. He had not
been in that room since he had talked to Maria Lee, sitting on that
very sofa now occupied by Lady Bellamy's still beautiful form, and he
could not but feel that it was a place of evil omen for him.
Lady Bellamy rose to greet him with her most fascinating smile.
"This is very kind," she said, as she motioned him to a seat, which
Philip afterwards discovered had been carefully arranged so as to put
his features in the full light, whilst, sitting on the sofa, her own
were concealed. "Well, Mr. Caresfoot," she began, after a little
pause, "I suppose I had better come to the point at once. First of
all, I presume that, as you anticipated would be the case, there
exists some sort of understanding between Mr. Heigham and your
daughter."
Philip nodded.
"Well, your cousin is as determined as ever about the matter. Indeed,
he is simply infatuated or bewitched, I really don't know which."
"I am sorry for it, Lady Bellamy, as I cannot----"
"One moment, Mr. Caresfoot; first let me tell you his offer, then we
can talk it over. He offers, conditionally on his marriage with your
daughter, to sell you the Isleworth estates at a fair valuation
hereafter to be agreed upon, and to make a large settlement."
"And what part does he wish me to play in the matter?"
"This. First, you must get rid of young Heigham, and prevent him from
holding _any_ communication, either with Angela herself, or with any
other person connected with this place, for one year from the date of
his departure. Secondly, you must throw no obstacle in George's path.
Thirdly, if required, you must dismiss her old nurse, Pigott."
"It cannot be, Lady Bellamy. I came here to tell you so. I dare not
force my daughter into such a marriage for all the estates in
England."
Lady Bellamy laughed.
"It is amusing," she said, "to see a father afraid of his own
daughter; but you are over-hasty, Mr. Caresfoot. Who asked you to
force her? All you are asked to do is not to interfere, and leave the
rest to myself and George. You will have nothing to do with it one way
or the other, nor will any responsibility rest with you. Besides, it
is very probable that your cousin will live down his fancy, or some
other obstacle will arise to put an end to the thing, in which case
Mr. Heigham will come back at the end of his year's probation, and
events will take their natural course. It is only wise and right that
you should try the constancy of these young lovers, instead of letting
them marry out of hand. If, on the other hand, Angela should in the
course of the year declare a preference for her cousin, surely that
will be no affair of yours."
"I don't understand what your interest is in this matter, Lady
Bellamy."
"My dear Mr. Caresfoot, what does my interest matter to you? Perhaps I
have one, perhaps I have not; all women love match-making, you know;
what really is important is your decision," and she shot a glance at
him from the heavy-lidded eyes, only to recognize that he was not
convinced by her arguments, or, if convinced, obstinate. "By the way,"
she went on, slowly, "George asked me to make a payment to you on his
account, money that has, he says, been long owing, but which it has
not hitherto been convenient to repay."
"What is the sum?" asked Philip, abstractedly.
"A large one; a thousand pounds."
It did not require the peculiar intonation she threw into her voice to
make the matter clear to him. He was well aware that no such sum was
owing.
"Here is the cheque," she went on; and, taking from her purse a signed
and crossed cheque upon a London banker, she unfolded it and threw it
upon the table, watching him the while.
Philip gazed at the money with the eyes of a hungry wolf. A thousand
pounds! That might be his for the asking, nay, for the taking. It
would bind him to nothing. The miser's greed took possession of him as
he looked. Slowly he raised his hand, twitching with excitement, and
stretched it out towards the cheque, but, before his fingers touched
it, Lady Bellamy, as though by accident, dropped her white palm upon
the precious paper.
"I suppose that Mr. Heigham will leave to-morrow on the understanding
we mentioned?" she said carelessly, but in a significant tone.
Philip nodded.
The hand was withdrawn as carelessly as it had come, leaving the
cheque, blushing in all its naked beauty, upon the table. Philip took
it as deliberately as he could, and put it in his pocket. Then,
rising, he said good-bye, adding, as he passed through the door:
"Remember, I have no responsibility in the matter. I wash my hands of
it, and wish to hear nothing about it."
"The thousand pounds has done it," reflected Lady Bellamy. "I told
George that he would rise greedily at money. I have not watched him
for twenty years for nothing. Fancy selling an only daughter's
happiness in life for a thousand pounds, and such a daughter too! I
wonder how much he would take to murder her, if he were certain that
he would not be found out. Upon my word, my work grows quite
interesting. That cur, Philip, is as good as a play," and she laughed
her own peculiar laugh. CHAPTER XXX
Into Philip's guilty thoughts, as he wended his homeward way, we will
not inquire, and indeed, for all the warm glow that the thousand pound
cheque in his pocket diffused through his system, they were not to be
envied. Perhaps no scoundrel presents at heart such a miserable object
to himself and all who know him, as the scoundrel who attempts to
deceive himself and, whilst reaping its profits, tries to shoulder the
responsibility of his iniquity on to the backs of others!
Unfortunately, in this prosaic world of bargains, one cannot receive
cheques for one thousand pounds without, in some shape or form, giving
a _quid pro quo_. Now Philip's _quid_ was to rid his house and the
neighbourhood of Arthur Heigham, his guest and his daughter's lover.
It was not a task he liked, but the unearned cheque in his breeches-
pocket continually reminded him of the obligation it entailed.
When Arthur came to smoke his pipe with his host that evening, the
latter looked so gloomy and depressed, that he wondered to himself if
he was going to be treated to a repetition of the shadow scene, little
guessing that there was something much more personally unpleasant
before him.
"Heigham," Philip said, suddenly, and looking studiously in the other
direction, "I want to speak to you. I have been thinking over our
conversation of about a week ago on the subject of your engagement to
Angela, and have now come to a final determination. I may say at once
that I approve of you in every way" (here his hearer's heart bounded
with delight), "but, under all the circumstances, I don't think that I
should be right in sanctioning an immediate engagement. You are not
sufficiently sure of each other for that. I may seem old-fashioned,
but I am a great believer in the virtue of constancy, and I'm anxious,
in your own interests, to put yours and Angela's to the test. The
terms that I can offer you are these. You must leave here to-morrow,
and must give me your word of honour as a gentleman--which I know will
be the most effectual guarantee that I can take from you--that you
will not for the space of a year either attempt to see Angela again,
or to hold any written communication with her, or anybody in any way
connected with her. The year ended, you can return, and, should you
both still be of the same mind, you can then marry her as soon as you
like. If you decline to accede to these terms--which I believe to be
to your mutual ultimate advantage--I must refuse my consent to the
engagement altogether."
A silence followed this speech. The match that Arthur had lit before
Philip began, burnt itself out between his fingers without his
appearing to suffer any particular inconvenience, and now his pipe
fell with a crash into the grate, and broke into fragments--a fit
symbol of the blow dealt to his hopes. For some moments he was so
completely overwhelmed at the idea of losing Angela for a whole long
year, losing her as completely as though she were dead, that he could
not answer. At length he found his voice, and said, hoarsely:
"Yours are hard terms."
"I cannot argue the point with you, Heigham; such as they are, they
are my terms, founded on what I consider I owe to my daughter. Do you
accept them?"
"I cannot answer you off-hand. My happiness and Angela's are too
vitally concerned to allow me to do so. I must consult her first."
"Very good, I have no objection; but you must let me have your answer
by ten to-morrow."
Had Arthur only known his own strength and Philip's weakness--the
strength that honesty and honour ever have in the face of dishonour
and dishonesty--had he known the hesitating feebleness of Philip's
avarice-tossed mind, how easy it would have been for him to tear his
bald arguments to sheds, and, by the bare exhibition of unshaken
purpose, to confound and disallow his determinations--had he then and
there refused to agree to his ultimatum, so divided was Philip in his
mind and so shaken by superstitious fears, that he would have accepted
it as an omen, and have yielded to a decision of character that had no
real existence in himself. But he did not know; indeed, how could he
know? and he was, besides, too thorough a gentleman to allow himself
to suspect foul play. And so, too sad for talk, and oppressed by the
dread sense of coming separation from her whom he loved more dearly
than his life, he sought his room, there to think and pace, to pace
and think, until the stars had set.
When, wearied out at length, he threw himself into bed, it was only to
exchange bad for worse; for on such occasions sleep is worse than
wakefulness, it is so full of dreams, big with coming pain. Shortly
after dawn he got up again, and went into the garden and listened to
the birds singing their matin hymn. But he was in no mood for the
songs of birds, however sweet, and it was a positive relief to him
when old Jakes emerged, his cross face set in the gladness of the
morning, like a sullen cloud in the blue sky, and began to do
something to his favourite bed of cabbages. Not that Arthur was fond
of old Jakes; on the contrary, ever since the coffin-stand
conversation, which betrayed, he considered, a malevolent mind, he
detested him personally; but still he set a fancy value on him because
he was connected with the daily life of his betrothed.
And then at last out came Angela, having spied him from behind the
curtains of her window, clothed in the same white gown in which he had
first beheld her, and which he consequently considered the prettiest
of frocks. Never did she look more lovely than when she came walking
towards him that morning, with her light, proud step, which was so
full of grace and womanly dignity. Never had he thought her more sweet
and heart-compelling, than when, having first made sure that Jakes had
retreated to feed his pigs, she shyly lifted her bright face to be
greeted with his kiss. But she was quick of sympathy, and had learned
to read him like an open page, and before his lips had fairly fallen
on her own she knew that things had gone amiss.
"Oh, what is it, Arthur?" she said, with a little pant of fear.
"Be brave, dear, and I will tell you." And in somewhat choky tones, he
recounted word for word what had passed between her father and
himself.
She listened in perfect silence, and bore the blow as a brave woman
should. When he had finished, she said, with a little tremor in her
voice:
"You will not forget me in a year, will you, Arthur?"
He kissed her by way of answer, and then they agreed to go together to
Philip, and try to turn him from his purpose.
Breakfast was not a cheerful meal that day, and Pigott, noticing the
prevailing depression, remarked, with sarcasm, that they might, for
all appearance to the contrary, have been married for twenty years;
but even this spirited sally did not provoke a laugh. Ten o'clock, the
hour that was to decide their fate, came all too soon, and it was with
very anxious hearts that they took their way to the study. Philip, who
was seated in residence, appeared to view Angela's arrival with some
uneasiness.
"Of course, Angela," he said, "I am always glad to see you, but I
hardly expected----"
"I beg your pardon for intruding, father," she answered; "but, as this
is very important to me, I thought that I had better come too, and
hear what is settled."
As it was evident that she meant to stay, Philip did not attempt to
gainsay her.
"Oh, very well, very well--I suppose you have heard the terms upon
which I am prepared to consent to your engagement."
"Yes, Arthur has told me; and it is to implore you to modify them that
we have come. Father, they are cruel terms--to be dead to each other
for a whole long year."
"I cannot help it, Angela. I am sorry to inflict pain upon either of
you; but I have arrived at them entirely in your own interests, and
after a great deal of anxious thought. Believe me, a year's probation
will be very good for both of you; it is not probable that, where my
only child is concerned, I should wish to do anything except what is
for her happiness!"
Arthur looked rebellion at Angela. Philip saw it, and added:
"Of course you can defy me--it is, I believe, rather the fashion for
girls, nowadays, to do so--but, if you do, you must both clearly
understand, first, that you cannot marry without my consent till the
first of May next, or very nearly a year hence, when Angela comes of
age, and that I shall equally forbid all intercourse in the interval;
and secondly, that when you do so, it will be against my wish, and
that I shall cut her name out of my will, for this property is only
entailed in the male line. It now only remains for me to ask you if
you agree to my conditions."
Angela answered him, speaking very slowly and clearly:
"I accept them on my own behalf, not because I understand them, or
think them right, or because of your threats, but because, though you
do not care for me, I am your daughter, and should obey you--and
believe that you wish to do what is best for me. That is why I accept,
although it will make my life wretched for a year."
"Do you hear what she says?" said Philip, turning to Arthur. "Do you
also agree?"
He answered boldly, and with some temper (how would he have answered
could he have seen the thousand pound cheque that was reposing upon
the table in Philip's rusty pocket-book, and known for what purpose it
came there?).
"If it had not been Angela's wish, I would never have agreed. I think
your terms preposterous, and I only hope that you have some
satisfactory reason for them; for you have not shown us any. But since
she takes this view of the matter, and because, so far as I can see,
you have completely cornered us, I suppose I must. You are her father,
and cannot in nature wish to thwart her happiness; and if you have any
plan of causing her to forget me--I don't want to be conceited, but I
believe that it will fail." Here Angela smiled somewhat sadly. "So,
unless one of us dies before the year is up, I shall come back to be
married on the 9th of June next year."
"Really, my dear Heigham, your way of talking is so aggressive, that
some fathers might be tempted to ask you not to come back at all; but
perhaps it is, under the circumstances, excusable."
"You would probably think so, if you were in my place," blurted out
Arthur.
"You give me, then, your word of honour as a gentleman that you will
attempt, either in person or by letter, no communication with Angela
or with anybody about this place for one year from to-day?"
"On the condition that, at the end of the year, I may return and marry
her as soon as I like."
"Certainly; your marriage can take place on the 9th of June next, if
you like, and care to bring a license and a proper settlement--say, of
half your income--with you," answered Philip, with a half smile.
"I take you at your word," said Arthur, eagerly, "that is, if Angela
agrees." Angela made no signs of disagreement. "Then, on those terms,
I give you my promise."
"Very good. Then that is settled, and I will send for a dog-cart to
take you to the four o'clock train. I fear you will hardly be ready
for the 12.25. I shall, however, hope," he added, "to have the
pleasure of presenting this young lady to you for good and all on this
day next year. Good-bye for the present. I shall see you before you
go."
It is painful to have to record that when Arthur got outside the door,
and out of Angela's hearing, he cursed Philip, in his grief and anger,
for the space of some minutes.
To linger over those last hours could only be distressing to the
sympathetic reader of this history, more especially if he, or she, has
ever had the misfortune to pass through such a time in their own
proper persons. The day of any one's departure is always wretched, but
much more is it wretched, when the person departing is a lover, whose
face will not be seen and of whom no postman will bear tidings for a
whole long year.
Some comfort, however, these two took in looking forward to that
joyous day when the year of probation should have been gathered to its
predecessors, and in making the most minute arrangements for their
wedding: how Angela was to warn Mr. Fraser that his services would be
required; where they should go to for their honeymoon, and even of
what flowers the wedding bouquet, which Arthur was to bring down from
town with him, should be composed.
And thus the hours passed away, all too quickly, and each of them
strove to be merry, in order to keep up the spirits of the other. But
it is not in human nature to feel cheerful with a lump of ice upon the
heart! Dinner was even more dismal than breakfast, and Pigott, who had
been informed of the impending misfortune, and who was distrustful of
Philip's motives, though she did not like to add to the general gloom
by saying so, made, after the manner of half-educated people, a
painful and infectious exhibition of her grief.
"Poor Aleck," said Angela, when the time drew near, bending down over
the dog to hide a tear, as she had once before bent down to hide a
blush; "poor Aleck, I shall miss you almost as much as your master."
"You will not miss him, Angela, because I am going to make you a
present of him if you will keep him."
"That is very good of you, dear. I shall be glad to have him for your
sake."
"Well, keep him, love, he is a good dog; he will quite have
transferred his allegiance by the time I come back. I hope you won't
have done the same, Angela."
"Oh, Arthur, why will you so often make me angry by saying such
things? The sun will forget to shine before I forget you."
"Hush, love, I did not mean it," and he took her in his arms. And so
they sat there together under the oak where first they had met, hand
in hand and heart to heart, and it was at this moment that the self-
reliant strength, and more beautiful serenity of Angela's character as
compared with her lover's came into visible play. For whilst, as the
moment of separation drew nigh, he could scarcely contain his grief,
she on the other hand grew more and more calm, strengthening his
weakness with her quiet power; and bidding him seek consolation in his
trouble at the hands of Him who for His own purposes decreed it.
"Dearest," she said, in answer to his complainings, "there are so many
things in the world that we cannot understand, and yet they must be
right and lead to a good end. What may happen to us before this year
is out, of course we cannot say, but I feel that all love is immortal,
and that there is a perfect life awaiting us, if not in this world,
then in the next. Remember, dear, that these few years are, after all,
but as a breath to the general air, or as that dew-drop to the waters
of the lake, when compared with the future that awaits us there, and
that until we attain that future we cannot really know each other, or
the true meaning and purpose of our love. So look forward to it
without fear, dear heart, and if it should chance that I should pass
out of your life, or that other ties should spring up round you that
shall forbid the outward expression of our love----" Here Arthur
started and was about to interrupt, but she stopped him. "Do not
start, Arthur. Who can read the future? Stranger things have happened,
and if, I say, such a thing should come about in our case, then
remember, I implore you, that in that future lies the answer to the
puzzles of the world, and turn your eyes to it, as to the horizon
beyond which you will find me waiting for you, and not only me, but
all that you have ever loved. Only, dear, try to be a good man and
love me always."
He looked at her in wonder.
"Angela," he said, "what has made you so different from other women?
With all whom I have known, love is an affair of passion or amusement,
of the world and the day, but yours gazes towards Heaven, and looks to
find its real utterance in the stillness of Eternity! To be loved by
you, my dear, would be worth a century of sorrows."
At last the moment came, as all moments good and bad must come. To
Pigott, who was crying, he gave a hug and a five-pound note, to Aleck,
a pat on the head, to Philip, who could not look him in the face, a
shake of the hand, and to Angela, who bravely smiled into his eyes--a
long last kiss.
But, when the cruel wheels began to crunch upon the gravel, the great
tears welling to her eyes blotted him from sight. Blindly she made her
way up to her room, and throwing herself upon the bed let her
unrestrained sorrow loose, feeling that she was indeed desolate and
alone.
