Part 13 (1/2)

Chess-playing requires complete abstraction, and Nigel, though he was a double first, occasionally lost a game from a lapse in that condensed attention that secures triumph. The fact is, he was too frequently thinking of something else besides the moves on the board, and his ear was engaged while his eye wandered, if Myra chanced to rise from her seat or make the slightest observation.

The woods were beginning to a.s.sume the first fair livery of autumn, when it is beautiful without decay. The lime and the larch had not yet dropped a golden leaf, and the burnished beeches flamed in the sun.

Every now and then an occasional oak or elm rose, still as full of deep green foliage as if it were midsummer; while the dark verdure of the pines sprang up with effective contrast amid the gleaming and resplendent chestnuts.

There was a glade at Hurstley, bounded on each side with ma.s.ses of yew, their dark green forms now studded with crimson berries. Myra was walking one morning in this glade when she met Nigel, who was on one of his daily pilgrimages, and he turned round and walked by her side.

”I am sure I cannot give you news of your brother,” he said, ”but I have had a letter this morning from Endymion. He seems to take great interest in his debating club.”

”I am so glad he has become a member of it,” said Myra. ”That kind Mr.

Trenchard, whom I shall never see to thank him for all his goodness to Endymion, proposed him. It occupies his evenings twice a week, and then it gives him subjects to think of and read up in the interval.”

”Yes; it is a good thing,” said Nigel moodily; ”and if he is destined for public life, which perhaps he may be, no contemptible discipline.”

”Dear boy!” said Myra, with a sigh. ”I do not see what public life he is destined to, except slaving at a desk. But sometimes one has dreams.”

”Yes; we all have dreams,” said Nigel, with an air of abstraction.

”It is impossible to resist the fascination of a fine autumnal morn,”

said Myra; ”but give me the long days of summer and its rich leafy joys.

I like to wander about, and dine at nine o'clock.”

”Delightful, doubtless, with a sympathising companion.”

”Endymion was such a charming companion,” said Myra.

”But he has left us,” said Nigel; ”and you are alone.”

”I am alone,” said Myra; ”but I am used to solitude, and I can think of him.”

”Would I were Endymion,” said Nigel, ”to be thought of by you!”

Myra looked at him with something of a stare; but he continued--

”All seasons would be to me fascination, were I only by your side. Yes; I can no longer repress the irresistible confusion of my love. I am here, and I am here only, because I love you. I quitted Oxford and all its pride that I might have the occasional delight of being your companion. I was not presumptuous in my thoughts, and believed that would content me; but I can no longer resist the consummate spell, and I offer you my heart and my life.”

”I am amazed; I am a little overwhelmed,” said Myra. ”Pardon me, dear Mr. Penruddock--dear Nigel--you speak of things of which I have not thought.”

”Think of them! I implore you to think of them, and now!”

”We are a fallen family,” said Myra, ”perhaps a doomed one. We are not people to connect yourself with. You have witnessed some of our sorrows, and soothed them. I shall be ever grateful to you for the past. But I sometimes feel our cup is not yet full, and I have long resolved to bear my cross alone. But, irrespective of all other considerations, I can never leave my father.”

”I have spoken to your father,” said Nigel, ”and he approved my suit.”

”While my father lives I shall not quit him,” said Myra; ”but, let me not mislead you, I do not live for my father--I live for another.”

”For another?” inquired Nigel, with anxiety.

”For one you know. My life is devoted to Endymion. There is a mystic bond between us, originating, perhaps, in the circ.u.mstance of our birth; for we are twins. I never mean to embarra.s.s him with a sister's love, and perhaps hereafter may see less of him even than I see now; but I shall be in the world, whatever be my lot, high or low--the active, stirring world--working for him, thinking only of him. Yes; moulding events and circ.u.mstances in his favour;” and she spoke with fiery animation. ”I have brought myself, by long meditation, to the conviction that a human being with a settled purpose must accomplish it, and that nothing can resist a will that will stake even existence for its fulfilment.”