The Ordeal of Richard Feverel Part 25
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"Dearest Richard! I feel so afraid of him."
"He loves me, and will love you, Lucy."
"But I am so poor and humble, Richard."
"No one I have ever seen is like you, Lucy."
"You think so, because you"----
"What?"
"Love me," comes the blus.h.i.+ng whisper, and the duet gives place to dumb variations, performed equally in concert.
It is resumed.
"You are fond of the knights, Lucy. Austin is as brave as any of them.--My own bride! Oh, how I adore you! When you are gone, I could fall upon the gra.s.s you tread upon, and kiss it. My breast feels empty of my heart--Lucy! if we lived in those days, I should have been a knight, and have won honour and glory for you. Oh! one can do nothing now. My lady-love! My lady-love!--A tear?--Lucy?"
"Dearest! Ah, Richard! I am not a lady."
"Who dares say that? Not a lady--the angel I love!"
"Think, Richard, who I am."
"My beautiful! I think that G.o.d made you, and has given you to me."
Her eyes fill with tears, and, as she lifts them heavenward to thank her G.o.d, the light of heaven strikes on them, and she is so radiant in her pure beauty that the limbs of the young man tremble.
"Lucy! O heavenly spirit! Lucy!"
Tenderly her lips part--"I do not weep for sorrow."
The big bright drops lighten, and roll down, imaged in his soul.
They lean together--shadows of ineffable tenderness playing on their thrilled cheeks and brows.
He lifts her hand, and presses his mouth to it. She has seen little of mankind, but her soul tells her this one is different from others, and at the thought, in her great joy, tears must come fast, or her heart will break--tears of boundless thanksgiving. And he, gazing on those soft, ray-illumined, dark-edged eyes, and the grace of her loose falling tresses, feels a scarce-sufferable holy fire streaming through his members.
It is long ere they speak in open tones.
"O happy day when we met!"
What says the voice of one, the soul of the other echoes.
"O glorious heaven looking down on us!"
Their souls are joined, are made one for evermore beneath that bending benediction.
"O eternity of bliss!"
Then the diviner mood pa.s.ses, and they drop to earth.
"Lucy! come with me to-night, and look at the place where you are some day to live. Come, and I will row you on the lake. You remember what you said in your letter that you dreamt?--that we were floating over the shadow of the Abbey to the nuns at work by torchlight felling the cypress, and they handed us each a sprig. Why, darling, it was the best omen in the world, their felling the old trees. And you write such lovely letters. So pure and sweet they are. I love the nuns for having taught you."
"Ah, Richard! See! we forget! Ah!" she lifts up her face pleadingly, as to plead against herself, "even if your father forgives my birth, he will not my religion. And, dearest, though I would die for you I cannot change it. It would seem that I was denying G.o.d; and--oh! it would make me ashamed of my love."
"Fear nothing!" He winds her about with his arm. "Come! He will love us both, and love you the more for being faithful to your father's creed. You don't know him, Lucy. He seems harsh and stern--he is full of kindness and love. He isn't at all a bigot. And besides, when he hears what the nuns have done for you, won't he thank them, as I do? And--oh! I must speak to him soon, and you must be prepared to see him soon, for I cannot bear your remaining at Belthorpe, like a jewel in a sty. Mind! I'm not saying a word against your uncle. I declare I love everybody and everything that sees you and touches you. Stay! it _is_ a wonder how you could have grown there. But you were not born there, and your father had good blood. Desborough!--there was a Colonel Desborough--never mind! Come!"
She dreads to. She begs not to. She is drawn away.
The woods are silent, and then--
"What think you of that for a pretty pastoral?" says a very different voice.
Adrian reclined against a pine overlooking the fern-covert. Lady Blandish was rec.u.mbent upon the brown pine-droppings, gazing through a vista of the lower greenwood which opened out upon the moon-lighted valley, her hands clasped round one knee, her features almost stern in their set hard expression.
They had heard, by involuntarily overhearing about as much as may be heard in such positions, a luminous word or two.
The lady did not answer. A movement among the ferns attracted Adrian, and he stepped down the decline across the pine-roots to behold heavy Benson below, shaking fern-seed and spidery substances off his crumpled skin.
"Is that you, Mr. Hadrian?" called Benson, starting, as he puffed, and exercised his handkerchief.
"Is it _you_, Benson, who have had the audacity to spy upon these Mysteries?" Adrian called back, and coming close to him, added, "You look as if you had just been well thrashed."
"Isn't it dreadful, sir?" snuffled Benson. "And his father in ignorance, Mr. Hadrian!"
"He shall know, Benson! He shall know how you have endangered your valuable skin in his service. If Mr. Richard had found you there just now I wouldn't answer for the consequences."
"Ha!" Benson spitefully retorted. "This won't go on, Mr. Hadrian. It shan't, sir. It will be put a stop to to-morrow, sir. I call it corruption of a young gentleman like him, and harlotry, sir, I call it. I'd have every jade flogged that made a young innocent gentleman go on like that, sir."
"Then why didn't you stop it yourself, Benson? Ah, I see! you waited--what? This is not the first time you have been attendant on Apollo and Miss Dryope? You have written to headquarters?"
"I did my duty, Mr. Hadrian."
The wise youth returned to Lady Blandish, and informed her of Benson's zeal. The lady's eyes flashed. "I hope Richard will treat him as he deserves," she said.
"Shall we home?" Adrian inquired.
"Do me a favour," the lady replied. "Get my carriage sent round to meet me at the park-gates."
"Won't you?"--
"I want to be alone."
Adrian bowed and left her. She was still sitting with her hands clasped round one knee, gazing towards the dim ray-strewn valley.
"An odd creature!" muttered the wise youth. "She's as odd as any of them. She ought to be a Feverel. I suppose she's graduating for it.
Hang that confounded old a.s.s of a Benson! He has had the impudence to steal a march on me!"
The shadow of the cypress was lessening on the lake. The moon was climbing high. As Richard rowed the boat, Lucy sang to him softly.
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