Part 2 (1/2)
In pa.s.sing out he accidentally trod on the flowers which he had selected with such care--”Crushed like my own heart!” he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed mentally.
A fortnight pa.s.sed before Herbert Latimer could take his accustomed place in the office of Mr. Cavendish. His hand had been deeply burned--so deeply that the pain had produced fever. During this period of suffering, Mr. Cavendish had often visited him, and Mrs. Cavendish had more than once taken his mother's place at his bedside; but Herbert found little pleasure in their attentions, for he said to himself, ”If they knew all my presumption, they would be less kind.”
His illness pa.s.sed away, his hand healed, and he resumed his accustomed avocations; but no invitation, however urgent, could win him again to the house of Mr. Cavendish. ”I have proved my own weakness--I will not place myself again in the way of temptation,” was the language of his heart. Apologies became awkward. He felt that he must seem to his friend ungracious if not ungrateful; and one day observing unusual seriousness in the countenance of Mr. Cavendish on his declining an invitation to dine with him, he exclaimed, ”You look displeased, and I can hardly wonder at it; but could you know my reason for denying myself the pleasure of visiting you, I am sure you would think me right.”
”Perhaps so; but as I do not know it, you cannot be surprised that your determined withdrawal from our circle should wound both my feelings and those of my family.”
Herbert covered his eyes with his hand for a moment, and then turning them with a grave and even sad expression on Mr. Cavendish, said, ”I have declined your invitations only because I could not accept them with honor: I love your daughter--I have loved her almost from the first hour of my acquaintance with her.”
”And why have you not told me so before, Herbert?” asked Mr. Cavendish, with no anger in his tones.
”Because I believed myself capable of loving in silence, and while I wronged no one, I was willing to indulge in the sweet poison of her society; but a moment of danger to her destroyed my self-control. What has been may be again--I have learned to distrust myself--I cannot tamper with temptation, lest I should one day use the position in which you have placed me, and the advantages which you have bestowed on me, in endeavoring to win from you a treasure which you may well be reluctant to yield to me.”
”Herbert, I only blame you for not having spoken to me sooner of this.”
”I feel now that I should have done so--it was a want of self-knowledge, the rash confidence of one untried which kept me silent.”
”No, Herbert--it was a want of knowledge of me--of confidence in my justice--I will not say my kindness. What higher views do you suppose I can entertain for my daughter, than to make her the wife of one who has a prospect of obtaining the most distinguished eminence in my own profession.”
”If that prospect be mine, to you I owe it--could I make it a plea for asking more?”
”You owe what I did for you to the interest and esteem excited by your own qualities, and all I did has only given you a place for the exercise of those qualities--I do not know how you will win Mary's forgiveness for refraining from her society on such slight grounds.”
”Dare I hope for your permission to seek that forgiveness?”
”Dare I hope for your company to dinner to-day?”
”Now that you know all, nothing could give so much pleasure--though I fear----”
”What, fearing again!”
”I fear that Miss Cavendish is very much displeased with me.”
”For saving her life?”
”No--not exactly that.”
Herbert Latimer did not confide the cause of his fear to Mr. Cavendish, neither did he suffer it to interfere with his visit on that day. He went to dinner, but stayed to tea, and long after, and as Mary was his companion for much, if not all of this time, we presume that her displeasure could not have been manifested in any very serious manner.
It was about six weeks after this renewal of his visits that Mr.
Duffield meeting his friend Mr. Cavendish one morning, accosted him with, ”I hear that your daughter is going to be married to young Latimer--is it true?”
”Yes, and I heartily wish the affair were over, for I hope Herbert will recover his senses when he is actually married, as now I am obliged to attend to his business and my own too.”
”Not much profit in that, I should think--I manage somewhat differently.”
”Did you not tell me that you intended forming a partners.h.i.+p with young Conway?”
”Yes--but before I had done so, I heard that Sprague, who is as well connected as Conway, and a great deal more industrious, would go into business with me on less exacting terms. He has been a.s.sociated with me for some time. He does all the drudgery of the business, and is content with one-eighth of the profits for five years.”