Evan Harrington Part 45
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'I have never been so happy in any place.'
'With those cruel young men about you?'
Evan now laughed. 'We don't call young men cruel, Miss Bonner.'
'But were they not? To take advantage of what Rose told them--it was base!'
She had said more than she intended, possibly, for she coloured under his inquiring look, and added: 'I wish I could say the same as you of Beckley. Do you know, I am called Rose's thorn?'
'Not by Miss Jocelyn herself, certainly!'
'How eager you are to defend her. But am I not--tell me--do I not look like a thorn in company with her?'
'There is but the difference that ill health would make.'
'Ill health? Oh, yes! And Rose is so much better born.'
'To that, I am sure, she does not give a thought.'
'Not Rose? Oh!'
An exclamation, properly lengthened, convinces the feelings more satisfactorily than much logic. Though Evan claimed only the hand-kerchief he had won, his heart sank at the sound. Miss Bonner watched him, and springing forward, said sharply:
'May I tell you something?'
'You may tell me what you please.'
'Then, whether I offend you or not, you had better leave this.'
'I am going,' said Evan. 'I am only waiting to introduce your tutor to you.'
She kept her eyes on him, and in her voice as well there was a depth, as she returned:
'Mr. Laxley, Mr. Forth, and Harry, are going to Lymport to-morrow.'
Evan was looking at a figure, whose shadow was thrown towards the house from the margin of the stream.
He stood up, and taking the hand of Miss Bonner, said:
'I thank you. I may, perhaps, start with them. At any rate, you have done me a great service, which I shall not forget.'
The figure by the stream he knew to be that of Rose. He released Miss Bonner's trembling moist hand, and as he continued standing, she moved to the door, after once following the line of his eyes into the moonlight.
Outside the door a noise was audible. Andrew had come to sit with his dear boy, and the Countess had met and engaged and driven him to the other end of the pa.s.sage, where he hung remonstrating with her.
'Why, Van,' he said, as Evan came up to him, 'I thought you were in a profound sleep. Louisa said--'
'Silly Andrew!' interposed the Countess, 'do you not observe he is sleep-walking now?' and she left them with a light laugh to go to Juliana, whom she found in tears. The Countess was quite aware of the efficacy of a little bit of burlesque lying to cover her retreat from any petty exposure.
Evan soon got free from Andrew. He was under the dim stars, walking to the great fire in the East. The cool air refreshed him. He was simply going to ask for his own, before he went, and had no cause to fear what would be thought by any one. A handkerchief! A man might fairly win that, and carry it out of a very n.o.ble family, without having to blush for himself.
I cannot say whether he inherited his feeling for rank from Mel, his father, or that the Countess had succeeded in instilling it, but Evan never took Republican ground in opposition to those who insulted him, and never lashed his 'manhood' to a.s.sert itself, nor compared the fineness of his instincts with the behaviour of t.i.tled gentlemen. Rather he seemed to admit the distinction between his birth and that of a gentleman, admitting it to his own soul, as it were, and struggled simply as men struggle against a destiny. The news Miss Bonner had given him sufficed to break a spell which could not have endured another week; and Andrew, besides, had told him of Caroline's illness. He walked to meet Rose, honestly intending to ask for his own, and wish her good-bye.
Rose saw him approach, and knew him in the distance. She was sitting on a lower branch of the aspen, that shot out almost from the root, and stretched over the intervolving rays of light on the tremulous water.
She could not move to meet him. She was not the Rose whom we have hitherto known. Love may spring in the bosom of a young girl, like Helper in the evening sky, a grey speck in a field of grey, and not be seen or known, till surely as the circle advances the faint planet gathers fire, and, coming nearer earth, dilates, and will and must be seen and known. When Evan lay like a dead man on the ground, Rose turned upon herself as the author of his death, and then she felt this presence within her, and her heart all day had talked to her of it, and was throbbing now, and would not be quieted. She could only lift her eyes and give him her hand; she could not speak. She thought him cold, and he was; cold enough to think that she and her cousin were not unlike in their manner, though not deep enough to reflect that it was from the same cause.
She was the first to find her wits: but not before she spoke did she feel, and start to feel, how long had been the silence, and that her hand was still in his.
'Why did you come out, Evan? It was not right.'
'I came to speak to you. I shall leave early to-morrow, and may not see you alone.'
'You are going----?'
She checked her voice, and left the thrill of it wavering in him.
'Yes, Rose, I am going; I should have gone before.'
'Evan!' she grasped his hand, and then timidly retained it. 'You have not forgiven me? I see now. I did not think of any risk to you. I only wanted you to beat. I wanted you to be first and best. If you knew how I thank G.o.d for saving you! What my punishment would have been!'
Till her eyes were full she kept them on him, too deep in emotion to be conscious of it.
He could gaze on her tears coldly.
'I should be happy to take the leap any day for the prize you offered. I have come for that.'
'For what, Evan?' But while she was speaking the colour mounted in her cheeks, and she went on rapidly:
'Did you think it unkind of me not to come to nurse you. I must tell you, to defend myself. It was the Countess, Evan. She is offended with me--very justly, I dare say. She would not let me come. What could I do?
I had no claim to come.'
Rose was not aware of the import of her speech. Evan, though he felt more in it, and had some secret nerves set tingling and dancing, was not to be moved from his demand.
'Do you intend to withhold it, Rose?'
'Withhold what, Evan? Anything that you wish for is yours.'
'The handkerchief. Is not that mine?'
Rose faltered a word. Why did he ask for it? Because he asked for nothing else, and wanted no other thing save that.
Why did she hesitate? Because it was so poor a gift, and so unworthy of him.
And why did he insist? Because in honour she was bound to surrender it.
And why did she hesitate still? Let her answer.
'Oh, Evan! I would give you anything but that; and if you are going away, I should beg so much to keep it.'
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