Part 29 (2/2)
”Weigh well before the evening the possibility of your having been unjust in your suspicions of the man who is going to offer you his hand; if you do conscientiously, you will come to the conclusion that you _have_ been unjust.
”Then ask yourself if it will be right, or generous, or honorable to dismiss St. Udo Brand from his rightful home and fortune, now that he is willing to bestow it upon you, and only for your love.
”Hoping that the next occasion of our meeting will be more pleasing than the last, I remain your obedient servant,
”R. GAY.
”P.S.--I mentioned last night to Davenport your desire to have him move into the castle for a while, and he utterly refuses to do anything so absurd and extraordinary.
”R. G.”
Thus plainly showing that they washed their hands of their ward's vagaries, the executors not only refused her their countenance, but seemed inclined to go over to the enemy.
With what indignant scorn Margaret read the account of his presumed love for herself!
”He has taken his measures,” she mused, ”to force me into showing my hand, before I have taken one move against him. He is too clever for me.
What shall I do?”
Pondering hour after hour, at length she made up her little plan with doubt and misgiving.
”Colonel Brand is coming here this evening, Mrs. Chetwode,” she said, as the dusk slowly deepened on stone parapet and spiked rail, ”and I wish you to bear me company in the library. You know I do not like the colonel, so you must be my chaperon.”
When the suitor came to his lady's bower, on a horse which smoked with hard and furious riding, and when he followed the servant to the library, he found the lady of his heart standing with a demeanor in every way proper for the occasion, while the old housekeeper, in her best black satin, sat behind the statue of St. George, sedately knitting.
”May I entreat the honor of a private interview?” asked the smooth voice.
”We can be as private here as you wish,” was the polite reply. ”My housekeeper cannot hear anything unless you specially address her.”
The colonel bowed and expressed himself satisfied, but if the angry glance which he cast among the murky shadows, where the bright needles clicked, meant anything, the colonel lied.
He took the chair a.s.signed him, but evidently his proposed form of declaration was routed by this unexpected arrangement.
His fingers plucked at his dark mustache in a nervous and undecided manner, and he took a long time to deliberate before he could trust himself to launch upon the momentous subject.
”I am aware,” at length began the lover, in a constrained voice, ”that Miss Walsingham has conceived very unfriendly feelings toward me--an enmity, I might almost call it--for has she not expressed as much? And I have come here this evening with the hope of making a successful effort to come to an amicable understanding with her, and it will be my last trial.”
Always sinking his tones a little lower, and bending to his listener, a little nearer, and casting watchful glances toward the corner where the bright needles clicked, the last word came to sound like a muttered threat, far more than the appeal of a lovesick adorer.
”If,” continued he, ”Miss Walsingham thinks better of these unfriendly feelings, and expresses herself willing to listen to reason, I will most gladly offer her my hand, if she will deign to accept it as the hand of her husband, and will do all in my power to make her not repent her choice; and if she acts faithfully by me, I will act faithfully by her.
Does she consider it possible to say 'yes' to this proposal?”
Coldly avoiding the chance of coming to that mutual understanding which his dropped tones and significant looks insisted upon, Margaret answered in measured accents thus, decorously:
”I am not sufficiently acquainted with Colonel Brand to feel able to give him a decided answer with due appreciation of his virtues. If he will be kind enough to wait four weeks, by that time I shall have made up my mind.”
The suitor tapped his heel with his cane and meditated. If his frowning brow and furious eyes did not belie him, this response was an unexpected one, and routed his previous plans.
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