Part 16 (1/2)
”And is she?”
”She is positively lovely. Rather small, perhaps, but exquisitely fair, with large laughing blue eyes, and the most fetching manner. If he had raised her veil, I don't believe he would ever have gone abroad to cultivate the dusky n.i.g.g.e.r.”
”What became of her,--'poor maid forlorn?'”
”She gave up 'milking the cow with the crumpled horn,' and the country generally, and came up to London, where she took a house, went into society, and was the rage all last season.”
”Why did you not tell him how pretty she was?” impatiently.
”Because I was in Ireland at the time on leave, and heard nothing of it until I received that letter telling of the marriage and his departure.
I was thunderstruck, you may be sure, but it was too late then to interfere. Some one told me the other day he is on his way home.”
”'When Greek meets Greek' we know what happens,” says Molly. ”I think _their_ meeting will be awkward.”
”Rather. She is to be at Herst this autumn: she was a ward of your grandfather's.”
”Don't fall in love with her, Teddy.”
”How can I, when you have put it out of my power? There is no room in my heart for any one but Molly Bawn. Besides, it would be energy wasted, as she is encased in steel. A woman in her equivocal position, and possessed of so much beauty, might be supposed to find it difficult to steer her bark safely through all the temptations of a London season; yet the flattery she received, and all the devotion that was laid at her feet, touched her no more than if she was ninety, instead of twenty-three.”
”Yet what a risk it is! How will it be some day if she falls in love?
as they say all people do once in their lives.”
”Why, then, she will have her _mauvais quart-d'heure_, like the rest of us. Up to the present she has enjoyed her life to the utmost, and finds everything _couleur de rose_.”
”Would it not be charming,” says Molly, with much _empress.e.m.e.nt_, ”if, when Sir Penthony comes home and sees her, they should both fall in love with each other?”
”Charming, but highly improbable. The fates are seldom so propitious.
It is far more likely they will fall madly in love with two other people, and be unhappy ever after.”
”Oh, cease such raven's croaking,” says Molly, laying her hand upon his lips. ”I will not listen to it. Whatever the Fates may be, Love, I know, is kind.”
”Is it?” asks he, wistfully. ”You are my love--are you kind?”
”And you are my lover,” returns Molly. ”And you most certainly are not kind, for that is the third time you have all but run that horrid umbrella into my left eye. Surely, because you hold it up for your own personal convenience is no reason why you should make it an instrument of torture to every one else. Now you may finish picking those strawberries without me, for I shall not stay here another instant in deadly fear of being blinded for life.”
With this speech--so flagrantly unjust as to render her companion dumb--she rises, and catching up her gown, runs swiftly away from him down the garden-path, and under the wealthy trees, until at last the garden-gate receives her in its embrace and hides her from his view.
CHAPTER VIII.
”Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart, torment me with disdain.”
--Shakespeare.
All round one side of Brooklyn, and edging on to the retired butcher's country residence, or rather what he is pleased to term, with a knowing jerk of the thumb over his right shoulder, his ”little villar in the south,” stretches a belt of trees, named by courtesy ”the wood.” It is a charming spot, widening and thickening toward one corner, which has been well named the ”Fairies' Glen,” where crowd together all the ”living gra.s.ses” and wild flowers that thrive and bloom so bravely when nursed on the earth's bosom.
On one side rise gray rocks, cold and dead, save for the little happy life that, springing up above, flows over them, leaping, laughing from crag to crag, bedewing leaf and blossom, and das.h.i.+ng its gem-like spray over all the lichens and velvet mosses and feathery ferns that grow luxuriantly to hide the rugged jags of stone.