Part 52 (1/2)
”When I ascertained she was absent, I had already sent the carriage away, and I came home, after stopping a few moments in ---- Square.”
She grew very white as she spoke, and he saw her lips quiver.
”Regina, what is the matter?”
She did not reply; and bending toward her, he said in a low, winning voice entirely unlike his usual tone:
”Lily, trust your guardian.”
Looking into his brilliant eyes, she felt tempted to tell him all, to repose implicitly upon his wisdom and guidance, but the image of Peleg Peterson rose like a hideous warning spectre.
Readily interpreting the varying expression of a countenance which he had so long and carefully studied, he continued:
”You wish to tell me frankly, yet you shrink from the ordeal. Lily, what have you done that you blush to confess to me?”
”Nothing, sir.”
”Why then do you hesitate?”
”Because other persons are involved. Oh, Mr. Palma! I am very unhappy.”
She clasped her hands, and bowed her chin upon them, a peculiar position into which sorrow always drove her.
”I inferred as much, from your manner while at the organ. I am very sorry that my house is not a happy home for my ward. Have you been subjected to any annoyances from the members of my household?”
”None whatever. All are kind and considerate. But I can never be satisfied till I see my mother. I shall write tonight, imploring her permission to join her in Europe, and I beg that you will please use your influence in favour of my wishes. Oh, sir, do help me to go to my mother!”
His smile froze, his face hardened; and he led her to a low sofa capable of seating only two persons, and drawn near the fire.
”Madame Orme does not want her daughter just yet”
”But I want my mother. Oh, I must go!”
He took both her hands as they lay folded in her lap, opened the clenched fingers, clasping them softly in his own, so white and shapely, and his black eyes glittered:
”Am I cruel and harsh to my Lily, that she is so anxious to run away from her guardian?”
”No, sir, oh no! Kind and very good, consulting what you consider my welfare in all things. But you can't take mother's place in my heart.”
”I a.s.sure you, little girl, I do not want your mother's place.”
Something peculiar in his tone arrested her notice, and lifting her large lovely eyes she met his searching gaze.
”That is right, keep your eyes so, fixed steadily on mine, while I discharge a rather delicate and embarra.s.sing duty, which sometimes devolves upon the grim guardians of pretty young ladies. In your mother's absence I am supposed to occupy a _quasi_ parental position toward you; and am the authorized custodian of your secrets, should you, like most persons of your age, chance to possess any. Your mother, you are aware, invested me with this right as her vicegerent, consequently you must pardon the inquisition into the state of your affections, which just now I am compelled to make. Although I consider you entirely too young for such grave propositions, it is nevertheless proper that I should be the medium of their presentation when they become inevitable. Upon the tender and very susceptible heart of Mr. Elliott Roscoe it appears that either with 'malice prepense,' or else, let us hope, in innocent unconsciousness, you have been practising certain feminine wiles and sorcery, which have so far capsized his reason, that he is incapacitated for attending to his business. When I remonstrated against the lunacy into which he is drifting, he in very poetic and chivalric style--which it is unnecessary to repeat here--a.s.sured me that you were the element which had utterly deranged his cerebral equipoise. Elliott Roscoe is my cousin, is a young gentleman of good character, good mind, good education, good heart, and good manners, and in due time may command a good income from his profession; but just now, in pecuniary matters, he would not be considered a brilliant match. Mr. Roscoe informs me that he desires an interview with you to-morrow, for the purpose of offering you his heart and hand; and while protesting on the ground of your youth, I have promised to communicate his wishes to you, and should he be favourably received, write to your mother at once.”
Perplexed and confused, she had not fully comprehended his purpose until he uttered the closing sentence, and painful astonishment kept her silent, while as if spellbound her gaze met his.
”Now it remains for you to answer one question. Should your mother give her consent, does Miss Regina Orme intend to become my cousin?”
”Oh, never! You distress me; you ought not to talk to me of such things. I am so young, you know mother would not approve of it.”