By Birth A Lady Part 17
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Beat, beat!--beat, beat!--beat, beat! Heavy throbbings of her poor wounded heart answering the question she had asked, plainly, and in a way that would not be ignored, even though she pressed that flower-burdened hand tightly over the place, and laid the other upon her hot and tingling cheeks. But even if she knew it, could she own to it?
No! impossible; not even to herself. That was a secret she could not ponder on, even for an instant.
And yet he had said that he loved her! What were his words? She must recall them once more: that his love for her was as truthful and as pure as that flower--that poor crushed rose.
As she thought on, flushed and trembling, she raised the flower nearer and nearer to her face, gazing at the bruised petals, crushed, torn, and disfigured. It was to her as the reading of a prophecy--that his pure love for her was to become torn and sullied, and that, for her sake, he was to suffer bitter anguish, till, like that flower, his love should wither away. But there would still be the recollection of the sweet words, even as there stayed in the crushed blossom its own sweet perfume, the incense-breathing fragrance, as she raised it more and more till the hot tears began to fell.
No, she did not love him--she could not love him: it was folly--all a dream from which she was awaking; for she knew the end--she knew her days at the Elms must be but few--that, like a discarded servant, she must go: whither she knew not, only that it must be far away--somewhere to dream no more, neither to be persecuted for what she could not help.
No; she did not love him, and he would soon forget her. It could be but a pa.s.sing fancy. But she esteemed him--she must own to a deep feeling of esteem for one of so n.o.ble, frank, and generous a nature. Had he not always been kind and gentle and sympathising--displaying his liking for her with a gentlemanly respect that had won upon her more and more?
Yes, she esteemed him too well, she was too grateful, to injure him ever so slightly; and her greatest act of kindness would be to hurry away.
The fragrance from the poor crushed flower still rose, breathing, as it were, such love and sweetness; recalling, too, the words with which it was given so vividly, that, betrayed beyond her strength to control the act, for one brief instant Ella's lips were pressed softly, lovingly, upon the flower--petals kissing petals--the bright bee-stung and ruddy touching the pale and crushed; and then, firmly and slowly, though each act seemed to send a pang through her throbbing heart, Ella plucked the rose in pieces, telling herself that she was tearing forth the mad pa.s.sion as she went on showering down the creamy leaflets, raining upon them her tears the while, till the bare stalk alone remained in her hands--her cruel hands; for had she not been tearing and rending her own poor breast as every petal was plucked from its hold? For what availed the deceit? The time had been short--they had met but seldom: but what of that? The secret would burst forth, would a.s.sert itself; and she knew that she loved him dearly--loved him so that she would give her life for his sake; and that to have been his slave--to have been but near him--to listen to his voice--to see his broad white forehead, his sun-tinged cheeks, and cl.u.s.tering brown hair; not to be called his, but only to be near him--would be life to her; while to go far--far--far away, where she might never see him more, would be, as it were, tottering even into her grave.
No; there was no one looking: it was close upon midnight, but she glanced guiltily round, as with burning cheeks she sank upon her knees, whispering to that wild beating heart that it could not be wrong. And then she began to slowly gather those petals, taking them up softly one by one, to treasure somewhere--to gaze upon, perhaps, sometimes in secret; for was it not his gift that she had cast down as if it had been naught? She might surely treasure them up to keep in remembrance of what might have been, had hers been a happier lot.
Then came once more the thoughts of the past evening, and more than ever she felt that she must go. She would see him no more, and he would soon forget it all. But would she forget? A sob was the answer--a wild hysterical sob--as she felt that she could not.
One by one, one by one, she gathered those leaflets up to kiss them once again; and that night, flush-cheeked and fevered, she slept with the fragments of the blossom pressed tightly to her aching breast, till calm came with the earliest dawn, and with the lightening sky dreams of hope and love and happiness to come, with brighter days and loving friends, and all joyous and blissful. She was walking where white rose petals showered down to carpet the earth; the air was sweet with their fragrance, and she was leaning upon his stout arm as he whispered to her of a love truthful and pure as the flowers around; and then she awoke to the bare chill of her own stiffly-papered, poorly-furnished room, as seen in the grey dawn of a pouring wet morning, with the wind howling dismally in the great old-fas.h.i.+oned chimney, the rain pattering loudly against the window-panes, and hanging in great trembling beads from the sash. It was a fit morning, on the whole, to raise the spirits of one who was dejected, spiritless, almost heart-broken; find it was no wonder that Ella Bedford's head sank once more upon the pillow, which soon became wet with her bitter tears.
For how could she meet the different members of that family? She felt as if she was guilty; and yet what had she done? It was not of her seeking. She could have wept again and again in the despair and bitterness of her heart; but her eyes were dried now, and she began to ponder over the scenes of the past night.
She rose at last to go down to the schoolroom, for it was fast approaching eight, and as she descended, her mind was made up as to her future proceedings. She would go carefully on with her duties; but in the course of the morning, if not sent for sooner, she would herself seek Mrs Bray, and ask to be set at liberty, so that she might elsewhere seek a home--one that should afford her rest and peace.
Volume 1, Chapter XIX.
THE MAKING OF A COMPACT.
Breakfast over at the Elms, and no improvement in the weather.
Maximilian Bray said that it was impossible to go out, "bai Jove!" so he was seated in a low _bergere_ chair in the drawing-room. He had taken a book from a side table as if with the intention of reading; but it had fallen upon the floor, Max Bray not being at the best of times a reading man; and now he was busy at work plotting and planning with a devotion worthy of a better cause. His head was imparting some of its ambrosia to the light chintz chair-cover, for he had impatiently thrown the antimaca.s.sar under the table. Then he fidgeted about a little, altered the sit of his collar and wristbands, and at last, as if not satisfied with his position, he removed his chair farther into the bay, so that the light drapery of the flowing curtains concealed his n.o.ble form from the view of any one entering the room, when, apparently satisfied, he gazed thoughtfully through the panes at the soaked landscape.
Max Bray had not been long settled to his satisfaction when Laura entered, shutting the door with a force that whispered--nay, shouted--of a temper soured by some recent disappointment. She gave a sharp glance round the room, and then, seeing no one, threw herself into a chair, a sob at the same moment bursting from her breast.
"She shall go--that she shall!" exclaimed Laura suddenly, as she gave utterance to her thoughts. "Such deceit!--such quiet carneying ways!
But there shall be no more of it: she shall go!"
Laura Bray ceased speaking; and, starting up, she began to pace the room, but only to stop short on seeing her brother gazing at her with a half-mocking, half-amused expression of countenance from behind the curtain.
"You here, Max!" she exclaimed, colouring hotly.
"Bai Jove, ya-a-as!" he drawled. "But, I say, isn't it a bad plan to go about the house shouting so that every one can hear your bewailings, because a horsey cad of a fellow gives roses to one lady and thorns to another?"
"What _do_ you mean, Max?" said Laura.
"What do I mean! Well, that's cool, bai Jove! O, of course nothing about meetings by moonlight alone, and roses and vows, and that sort of spooneyism! But didn't you come tearing and raving in here, saying that she should go, and that you wouldn't stand it, and swore--"
"O, Max?" cried Laura pa.s.sionately.
"Bai Jove! why don't you let a fellow finish?" drawled Max. "Swore, I said--swore like a cat just going to scratch; and I suppose that you would like to scratch, eh?"
"But, Max, did you really hear what I said?" cried Laura.
"Hear? Bai Jove! of course I did--every word. Couldn't help it. Good job it was only me."
"How could you be so unmanly as to listen!" cried Laura.
"Listen? Bai Jove, how you do talk! I didn't listen; you came and raved it all at me. And so she shall go, shall she?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Laura, firing up, and speaking viciously, "that she shall--a deceitful creature! I see through all her plots and plans, and I'll--"
"Tear her eyes out, won't you, my dear, eh? Now just look here, Laury: you think me slow, and all that sort of fun, and that I don't see things; but I'm not blind. So the big boy has kicked off his allegiance, has he? and run mad after the little governess, has he? and the big sister is very angry and jealous!"
"Jealous, indeed!" cried Laura--"and of a creature like that!"
"All right; only don't interrupt," said Max mockingly. "Jealous, I said, and won't put up with it, and quite right too! But, all the same, I'm not going to have her sent away."
"And why not, pray?" cried Laura with flas.h.i.+ng eyes.
"Because I don't choose that she shall go," said Max coolly.
Laura started, and then in silence brother and sister sat for a few moments gazing in each other's eyes, a flood of thought sweeping the while across the brain of the latter as she recalled a score of little things till then unnoticed, or merely attributed to a natural desire to flirt; but, with the key supplied by Max Bray's last words, Laura felt that she could read him with ease, and her brow contracted as she tried to make him shrink; but that did not lie in her power.
"Max!" she exclaimed at last, "I'm ashamed of you! It's mean, and contemptible, and base, and grovelling! I'm disgusted! Why, you'll be turning your eyes next to the servants' hall!"
"Thank you, my dear!" drawled Max. "Very high-flown and grand! But I shall be content at present with the schoolroom. And now suppose I say I'm ashamed of you; and, bai Jove, I am! A girl of your style and pretensions, instead of winking at what you've seen, or coming to your brother for counsel, to go howling about the house--"
"Max!" half shrieked Laura. "I don't care--bai Jove, I don't!" he exclaimed. "So you do go howling about the house like a forlorn shepherdess, bai Jove, so that every one can see what a fool you are making of yourself!"
"And pray what would my n.o.ble brother's advice be?" cried Laura sarcastically.
Max Bray was another man for an instant, as, starting up in his chair, he caught his sister by the arm, drawing her towards him until she sank down in a sitting position upon the ottoman at his feet, when, with the drawling manner and affectation gone, he leaned over her, talking in a low earnest voice, and so impressively, that Laura's mocking smile gave place to a look of intense interest. She drew nearer to him at length, as he still talked on eagerly; then she clasped her hands together, and rested them upon his knees.
"But no!" she exclaimed, suddenly starting as it were from something which seemed to enthral her, "I will not be a party to it, Max!"
"Very good, my dear," he said cavalierly; "then you shall have the pleasure of watching progress, and seeing yourself thrust out, if you please. Bai Jove, though, Laury, I did think you were a girl of more spirit! Seems really, though, a good deal smitten, does Charley."
Laura's countenance changed, and her teeth were set together.
"I shall let him go on, then, for my part, if you choose it to be so."
"I choose!" cried Laura, with the tears in her eyes. "O, Max, why do you torture me?"
"Then look here!" said Max.
And once more he leaned over towards her, a.s.suming a quiet ease, but at the same time it was plain to see that he was greatly excited. He talked on and on impressively, with the effect of making Laura's lips part and her eyes to glisten with a strange light. Then a pallor overspread her countenance, but only to be swept away by a look of exultation as Max still talked on.
"But it is impossible, Max!" cried Laura, at length.
"Perhaps you'll leave me to judge about that, and think only of your own part!" he said coolly. "Is my advice--are my offers--worth accepting?"
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