At Love's Cost Part 61
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"Oh, you had better sing," she said; "Mr. Powler would like that better, _I'm_ sure."
"Oh, yes; please do!" pleaded the man; and Ida, trying to conceal her weariness and distaste, went to the piano and sang the shortest song she knew.
Her acquiescence was unfortunate in its result, for it completed in Mr.
George Powler's bosom the havoc which her face and voice had wrought.
He pressed her to sing again, beat time with his large hand and badly groomed head, and was enthusiastic in his praises and seemed so disappointed when she refused, that he seconded her appeal to Isabel with an obviously forced politeness.
Isabel went to the piano, but she was at no time a very brilliant performer, and the poor girl was so upset by Ida's unconscious and unwilling superiority, that she broke down in the middle of one of those hideous drawing-room pieces which seem specially "arranged" for the torture of those who are blessed or cursed with musical taste.
The conversation naturally lagged and languished under these circ.u.mstances, and Mr. George Powler presently rose to take his leave.
He was not asked to remain to dinner though Mrs. Heron had intended inviting him, and had made secret and flurried preparations. He shook hands with Ida with marked _empress.e.m.e.nt_ and nervousness, and seemed as if he could scarcely tear himself away.
When he had gone the mother and daughter sat bolt upright in their chairs and stared before them in a pregnant silence; and Ida, wondering what was the matter, was about to leave the room, when Mrs. Heron said in a hard, thin voice:
"One moment, Ida, if you please."
Ida paused at the door with her book in her hand, startled from her dreaminess by the woman's tone and manner.
"You had better close the door, Ida. I should not like the servants to overhear what it is my duty to say to you."
Ida closed the door and stood expectantly, and Mrs. Heron continued:
"I trust I am not one to find fault unnecessarily. I know it is the duty of a Christian to be patient and long-suffering; but there is a limit to one's endurance, and I regret to say that you have pa.s.sed that limit. I should not be fulfilling my duty to a young person who is under my charge if I refrained from pointing out to you that your conduct, since you have been under our roof, has been reprehensible and disgraceful."
Ida was too amazed for a moment to realise the full significance of the spiteful speech; and then, as it gradually dawned upon her, the blood rose to her face and an indignant protest rose to her lips; but she checked it, and merely repeated the objectionable phrase.
"Yes, disgraceful," said Mrs. Heron. "I am sorry to be compelled to use such a word to a young girl and to one in your position; and I do not think you make matters better by pretending not to know what I mean."
"It is no pretence, Mrs. Heron," said Ida, quite calmly. "I do not in the least know what you mean."
"Then I'll tell you," retorted Mrs. Heron, with suppressed fury. "You are one of the most shameless flirts I ever knew."
Ida fell an almost irresistible desire to laugh; she had been tired when she came in, Mr. George Powler's attentions had made her still more weary, and the sight of the two women seated bolt upright and evidently boiling over with anger, was full of a grotesque humour which affected her hysterically. She managed to stifle the laugh, and looked at them patiently and calmly as she stood by the mantel-piece with one arm resting on the shelf. The unconscious ease and grace of her att.i.tude increased Mrs. Heron's irritation; her thin lips trembled and her eyes grew red.
"Oh, I am not blind," she said. "I've been quite aware of your conduct for some time past; but I have refrained from speaking to you because, as I say, you are under my roof and I did not wish to hurt your feelings--though I am sure you have had very little regard for ours. I have been greatly deceived in you, Ida. I thought when you came that you were a quiet, well-conducted young woman, and I could scarcely believe my eyes when I first saw that I was mistaken, and that your quietness was only slyness. I suppose you didn't think I saw that you were trying to entrap my poor boy; but a mother's eyes are sharp, and a mother will protect her own at any cost. Oh, you needn't try to stare me out of countenance, or to put on that surprised and innocent look.
You may have been able to deceive me once, but you can't now. I've been watching you, and I've seen with my own eyes your carryings on."
"Mrs. Heron--" began Ida, very quietly; but Mrs. Heron tore on with breathless vehemence.
"I suppose you only did it for your amus.e.m.e.nt; I don't suppose you thought there would be any good in it, that his father or I would allow Joseph to make such a _fool_ of himself as to throw himself away upon a girl without any means; but it's all the more shameful. You succeeded very well; you've turned the poor boy's head and made him miserable.
It's to be hoped that it will stop there, and that he won't be driven to drink or desperate courses, as some young men are. Of course you'll say that you never meant anything of the kind. I'm quite prepared for that--you can be plausible enough when you like; with that quiet, cat-like manner of yours."
Ida had pa.s.sed beyond the laughing stage by this time; her face was pale, her eyes flas.h.i.+ng; but she was able to say, with an appearance of calm:
"You are quite right, Mrs. Heron; I have no hesitation in saying that I did not wish your son to pay me any attention, much less--Oh, do you not see how ridiculous it is?" she broke out, indignantly, and with a little desperate laugh. Mrs. Heron's face flamed. "I don't know what you mean by ridiculous," she snapped. "I should say Joseph was quite good enough a match for you; and I've no doubt you think so, though you pretend to sneer at him."
"Let me a.s.sure you, Mrs. Heron, that I have never thought of your son as a possible husband," said Ida. "His attentions to me are more than unwelcome--and he knows it."
"Oh! then you admit that the poor boy is in love with you, that he has told you? You see, you can't deceive me; I knew it. I wonder you aren't ashamed of yourself; at any rate, having caused trouble in the house that shelters you, that you haven't shame enough to refrain from flirting, before our very eyes, with the first man that appears."
Ida stared at her in amazement, too great for the moment to permit of resentment.
"What is this you accuse me of?" she asked. "Oh, pray, pray, do not be so unreasonable, so unjust!"
Mrs. Heron wagged her head, as one who is not to be deceived by any affectation of innocence.
"No, thank you, Ida!" she exclaimed. "That won't do for us. We've seen it with our own eyes, haven't we, Isabel?"
Isabel took out her handkerchief and began to whimper.
"I should never have thought it of you, Ida," she sobbed. "And with George, too! And I'd only just told you that--that there had been things between us. I do think you might have left him alone."
Ida was half distracted.
"But you really cannot mean it!" she pleaded. "I have done nothing, said nothing. You surely do not complain of his speaking to me, of his being simply civil and polite! Heaven knows I had no desire to exchange a word with him. I would not have come down if Isabel had not asked me, and I had thought you would have considered it rude of me to remain upstairs. Oh, what can I say to convince you that you are mistaken, that I never gave a thought to this gentleman--I forget his name--that I do not care if I never see him again, and that--Isabel, surely you do not think me capable of the--vulgarity, the stupidity, with which your mother charges me!"
Isabel's sniffs and sobs only grew louder, and her demonstrative misery worked Mrs. Heron to a higher pitch of resentment and virtuous indignation.
"That is right, Isabel, do not answer her. It is all pretence and deceit on her part. She knows very well that she was doing her best to attract his attention, smiling and making eyes at him, and attempting to catch him just as she has caught poor Joseph."
Ida's slight figure sprang erect, her face grew crimson and her eyes flashed with a just wrath which could no longer be suppressed.
"I think you must be mad," she said in a low voice. "Indeed, you must be mad, or you would not insult me in this way. If I were guilty of the conduct of which you accuse me, I should not be fit to live, should not be fit to remain in any respectable house."
"You are guilty," retorted Mrs. Heron. "And as to your being fit to remain under this roof--and it was a respectable and happy one until you came--you are the best judge. I shall inform your cousin John of what has pa.s.sed--it is my duty to do so--and he shall decide whether you are to remain, a firebrand, and a disturber of the peace of a Christian household. It is my duty to protect my poor boy."
At that moment the hall door was opened and closed, and the "poor boy,"
after shuffling about in the hall for a moment or two, opened the drawing-room door. His hat was on the back of his head, one end of his collar was unfastened, his face was flushed, and there was mud on his coat, as if he had fallen--which he had. He lurched into the room with a tipsy leer, and nodded to them with an affectation of extreme sobriety, which is unfortunately always a.s.sumed by the individual who is hopelessly intoxicated. Mrs. Heron rose with outstretched hands.
"Oh, Joseph, are you ill? My poor boy!"
"Ill?" he repeated, with a hiccough. "No, I'm not ill. Yes, I am, though; it's mental worry, it's a 'ara.s.sed 'eart;" he looked at Ida and shook his head reproachfully. "_She_ knows, but she don't care--But whatsh the matter," he broke off, staring at Isabel, who was still struggling with her sniffs and sobs. "Whatsh up? Whatsh Isabel cryin'
for? Ida been cryin' too? Look 'ere, I won't shtand that. If they've bin ill-treating you, Ida, my dear, you shay so, and I'll know the reashon why. You come to me, my dear."
He lurched towards Ida, and as she drew back with a shudder of horror and loathing, Isabel and his mother caught the wretched young man by the arm, and with cries of alarm and commiseration, endeavoured to soothe him.
"Don't speak to her, don't think of her; she's not worth it!" said Mrs.
Heron. "She's not worth any sensible man's thoughts, least of all a man like you, Joseph. You are ill, you must come to bed!"
"Stuff an' 'umbug," he hiccoughed, as he struggled feebly with them, and cast enamoured and would-be rea.s.suring glances at Ida's white and stern face. "She's a shplendid girl; she's a good girl; finest gal I know; and she an' me undershtand one another; twin shouls. We've kep'
our secret from you, mother, but the time has come--the time has come to reveal the truth. I love Ida. It'sh no good your frowning at me like that; I shay I love Ida."
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
At this point John Heron's ring and knock were heard at the door; with a cry of terror, the unfortunate mother succeeded in dragging the feebly struggling Joseph out of the room, and with Isabel's a.s.sistance, hustled and pushed him up the stairs before his father was let in.
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