A Little World Part 65

"Patty, dear Patty," he said, "I am no courtly wooer, only a poor student."

"No, no!" exclaimed Jared. "Haven't we seen the honours you have won."

"I have little to offer," continued Harry, "but the true love of an honest man; but it is so true, so unselfish a love, that I blush not to offer it here in your father's presence. But I have much to learn from you, for I tremble--this is not the welcome I had hoped to receive. You shrank from me almost with coldness, though you know that from our first meeting I have loved you. Mine may be a simple love, but I offer you a heart that never gave thought to another. But still I would not press you for that which was not yours to give. Tell me that you are not free in thought, and I will say no more."

There was a few moments' pause, during which Jared fiercely stroked his cheek, and then thrust his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders almost up to his ears, _a la_ Canau,--but, though Patty essayed to speak, her words were inaudible, as she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

Treading upon tip-toe as if he were amongst pedal-keys, Jared softly left the room, and for the next few minutes, Harry, grown eloquent with affection, pleaded his cause earnestly, till Janet glided in, looking curiously from one to the other.

"Ah, Janet!" exclaimed Harry, catching her hands in his, "you know how I have loved her from the first. You will speak for me, will you not?"

"No; why should I?" said Janet, coldly, as she turned from him to Patty, taking her to her breast in a motherly fas.h.i.+on, as if to protect her.

"She is rich now, and you are proud to know her; but look back at when she was poor. You were ashamed to know her then before your fine friends. And then look at your cruel suspicions. Do you think I could not read them all? I have told her a hundred times over that yours was but a pa.s.sing fancy--that you saw her pretty face, and liked it, and-- and that was all."

"I was weak and unjust, I know," said Harry; "but have I not tried to expiate my sin? But why do you speak of a pa.s.sing fancy? What do you mean? How can you be so unjust? Are there to be fresh riddles now?"

"Why should you trouble her when you are promised to some one else?"

cried Janet, fiercely, as she turned upon him, holding Patty to her breast the while, and stroking her luxuriant hair.

"I! Promised to some one else?" exclaimed Harry. "Well, yes," he added, gloomily. "I suppose it is to be so--to Alma Mater--to my studies."

"Hush, Patty. No; I will not be silent," cried Janet, excitedly; for Patty had turned imploringly to her. "I _will_ speak to him--I will not be silent. Have you," she exclaimed to Harry, "have you forgotten your stay in Ess.e.x, at a pleasant house with a lawn in front, stretching down to the road?"

She looked at him searchingly, as if she would read his very thoughts, while she awaited his answer.

"Forgotten! no, certainly not," said Harry. "Nearly two years ago, was it not?"

"Yes, yes; I see that you remember," cried Janet, with a tinge of sarcasm in her tones.

"Well!" said Harry, looking from one to the other in evident perplexity, for Patty's eyes were fixed upon him anxiously, as if her happiness depended upon his answer.

"Well!" said Janet, scornfully, "do you remember?"

"You are speaking in riddles," cried Harry, almost angrily, in his turn.

"What does this mean? If you allude to my visit nearly two years since, with a brother student to his home--yes, I was there a week--a pleasant, happy week of home-life, such as I have seldom known."

"Happy, no doubt," said Janet, harshly.

There was a simple look of wonder and bewilderment in Harry's face that directly disarmed suspicion, and the harsh aspect slowly faded from Janet's countenance as the young man said calmly--

"Janet, I cannot understand what you would accuse me of; but it cannot be any falling away from my love for Patty; and as to being promised to another, I never till now spoke words of love to woman."

The doubt and suspicion faded away still further, to leave poor Janet's countenance almost sweet in its expression of loving sadness, as she turned away to whisper in her friend's ear, and to kiss her fondly; and her eyes were suffused with tears, as she gently pressed back Patty's clinging hands, and glided from the room.

For, trembling, fluttering, half-pained, half-joyous, Patty would have followed, but there were other hands to arrest her half-way; and as the door softly swung to, she felt herself drawn unresisting, now, closer and closer, to another's breast.

Shall we tell of the words that fell now from Harry's impa.s.sioned lips?--of the gentle, dove-like eyes that now looked up, half-scared, half-wonderingly in his, till that look was subdued and softened into one that was all love? Of the hour, that fled like minutes, as he drew the yielding little form closer, till her breath fanned his cheek, and her red, half-pouted lips seemed to ask the kiss they dared not then return? Enough, if we say that, as Harry sat proudly there, and whispered of the future, it was with a little head nestling in his breast; and when--how long after, neither knew--Jared was heard loudly approaching the room, violently humming one of the melodies from "Zampa," and, of course, so pre-occupied, that he stumbled over the mat, and kicked it back into its place before rattling the door handle and entering, they did not move; why should they?

Jared stood and gazed for a moment with bended head, half smiling, and evidently about to utter some bantering remark; but it did not leave his lips, which began to twitch, and his face to work as he turned from them.

"Father, dear father!" cried Patty, as she fled to his side, "you are not angry?"

"Angry? No, my darling, I am not angry," and he drew her to him to kiss her tenderly. "I am not angry, but glad and thankful to see my child happy. It brings back thoughts of old times when I--but this will not do. And what will somebody at home say to it all? I am a weak old fogey, and let you have your own way, but there is moth--I mean mamma, to consult, remember."

At that moment the door was once more softly opened, and Janet entered slowly, to look at the trio inquiringly, till in Harry's happy face she read all she wished to learn, and pressed his hand as he led her to a chair, sitting down by her side, and talking to her for some time, so that father and daughter might converse for a while without interruption.

Evening fell upon them unawares, and the black shadows made Janet's countenance darker still, as, at last, gazing earnestly in Harry's face, she laid one bony hand on his, and tried to speak, but the words died inaudibly away.

"Did you wish to ask me something?" said Harry, softly; for he had in those happy hours learned the poor girl's secret.

"Yes."

"You may trust me," he said, gently; "but you are a woman of strong good sense. Let me ask you something first--Is it wise?"

"I think so," said Janet, sadly. "I am not mad now. I suffered then, but it has pa.s.sed away, to leave me wiser and better, I hope. Do you think," she added, somewhat bitterly, "that I shall be like the little one that cried for the moon?"

Harry was silent for a while, thinking, but he was interrupted by Janet's whisper--

"Tell me--is he well?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"And you have seen him?"

"Not for above a year."

"But you have had news; tell me what it is."

Harry was again thoughtful and silent. Should he tell her or no? The blow must come some day; had it not better fall upon her now, and be at an end?

"Do you fear to tell me?" she said again.

Harry's answer was to draw Sir Francis Redgrave's letter from his pocket, and place it in her hands.

"Read it," he said, "when you are alone."

Volume 3, Chapter XXVI.

AT THE NEW HOME.

Parted at last, for Harry had seen father and daughter into an omnibus, one which must have been Ben Jonson's "chariot at hand here of love, in which my lady rideth," and drawn by swans or doves, instead of a jangling piece of wood and iron work, with a wretched knacker on either side of the pole. How memory, though, dwelt upon her whose soft kiss-- the first--was yet dewy sweet upon his lips--upon his, for she was his promised wife; and as he pa.s.sed through the streets, walking as if upon air, flushed, proud, happy, he saw nothing but the bright future his fancy painted.

Then came the recollection of Janet, and he admired her as he thought of the calm resignation with which she seemed to pour out the lavish tenderness of her nature upon Patty.

At this point Harry glided selfishly away again in thought to add fresh colouring to his happy future.

Harry was early at Highgate the next day, to find Mrs Jared very stern and uncompromising; but he was too much for her in his downright honest declaration.