At Last Part 15
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The slander that had blackened him in the esteem of his betrothed had, he naturally supposed, injured his reputation beyond hope of retrieval with her acquaintances. Rosa, her bosom companion, could not but have heard the whole history, yet met him with undiminished cordiality, as a valued friend. Either the Ayletts had been unnaturally discreet, or the faith of the interesting girl in his integrity was firmer and better worth preserving than he had imagined in the past. Perhaps, too, since he was but mortal man, although one whose heritage in the school of experience had been of the sternest, he was not entirely insensible to the privilege of promenading the long suite of apartments with the prettiest girl of the season hanging upon his arm, and granting her undivided attention to all that he said, indifferent to, or unmindful of, the flattering notice she attracted.
Over and above all these recommendations to his peculiar regard was her a.s.sociation with the happy days of his early love. Not an intonation, not a look of hers, but reminded him of Ridgeley and of Mabel. It was a perilous indulgence--this recurrence to a dream he had vowed to forget, but the temptation had befallen him suddenly, and he surrendered himself to the intoxication.
Yes! she was going to the President's levee that evening, Rosa said.
A sort of raree-show--was it not? with the Chief Magistrate for head mountebank. He was worse off in one respect than the poorest cottager in the nation he was commonly reported to govern, inasmuch as he had not the right to invite whom he pleased to his house, and when the mob overran his premises he must treat all with equal affability. She pitied his wife! She would rather, if the choice were offered her, be one of the revolving wax dummies used in shop-windows for showing the latest style of evening costume and hair-dressing--for the dolls had no wits of their own to begin with, and were not expected to say clever things, as the President's consort was, after she had lost hers in the crush of the aforesaid mob, who eyed her freely as an appendage to their chattel, the man they had bought by their votes, and put in the highest seat in the Republic. No! she was not provided with an escort to the White House.
She did not know three people in Was.h.i.+ngton beside her relatives, and, looking forward to creeping into the palatial East Room at her uncle's back, or in the shadow of her cousin's husband, the vision of enjoyment had not been exactly enrapturing--BUT, her companion's proposal to join their party and help elbow the crowd away from her, lent a different coloring to the horizon.
BUT--again--flus.h.i.+ng prettily--was he certain that the expedition would not bore him? Doubtless he had had some other engagement in prospect for the evening, before he stumbled over her. He ought to know her well enough not to disguise his real wishes by gallant phrases.
"I have never been otherwise than sincere with you," Frederic said, honestly; "I had thought of going to the levee alone, as a possible method of whiling away an idle evening. If you will allow me to accompany you thither, I shall be gratified--shall derive actual pleasure from the motley scene. It will not be the only time you and I have studied varieties of physiognomy and character in a mixed a.s.sembly.
Do you recollect the hops at the Rockbridge Alum Springs?"
"I do," replied Rosa, laconically and very soberly.
He thought she suppressed a sigh in saying it. She was a warm-hearted little creature with all her vagaries, and he was less inclined to reject her un.o.btrusive sympathy than if a more sedate or prudent person had proffered it.
It was certain he could not have selected a more entertaining a.s.sociate for that evening. She amused him in spite of the painful recollections revived by their intercourse. She did not pa.s.s un.o.bserved in the dense crowd that packed the lower floor of the White House. Her face, all glee and sparkle, the varied music of her soft Southern tongue, her becoming attire--were, in turn, the subject of eulogistic comment among the most distinguished connoisseurs present. It was not probable that these should all be unheard by her cavalier, or that he should listen to them with profound indifference.
He was astonished, therefore, when she protested that she had had "enough of it," and proposed that they should extricate themselves from the press and go home. It was contrary to the commonly received tenets of his s.e.x respecting the insatiable nature of feminine vanity, that she should weary so soon of adulation which would have rendered a light head dizzy. Mrs. Mason was not ready to leave the halls of mirth. She had met scores of old friends, and was having a "nice, sociable time" in a corner, while Mrs. Cunningham had "not begun to enjoy herself, looking at the queer people and the superb dresses."
Of course, they had no objection to their wilful relative doing as she liked, but did not conceal their amazement at her bad taste.
"Take the carriage, dear! You'll find it around out there somewhere,"
drawled the easy-tempered aunt. "And let Thomas come back for us. He will be in time an hour from this."
"Would it be an unpardonable infraction of etiquette if we were to walk home?" questioned Rosa of Mr. Chilton, when they were out of Mr. Mason's hearing. "The night is very mild."
"But your feet. Are they not too lightly shod for the pavement?"
"I left a pair of thick gaiters in the dressing-room, which I wore in the carriage."
"Then I will be answerable for the breach of etiquette, should it ever be found out," was the reply, and Rosa disappeared into the tiring-room to equip herself for the walk.
It was a lovely night for December--moonlighted and bland as October, and neither manifested a disposition to accelerate the saunter into which they had fallen at their first step beyond the portico. Rosa dropped her rattling tone, and began to talk seriously and sensibly of the scene they had left, the flatness of fas.h.i.+onable society after the freshness of novelty had pa.s.sed from it, and her preference for home life and tried friends.
"Yet I always rate these the more truly after a peep at a different sphere," she said. "Our Old Virginia country-house is never so dear and fair at any other time as when I return to it after playing at fine lady abroad for a month or six weeks. I used to fret at the monotony of my daily existence; think my simple pleasures tame. I am thankful that I go back to them, as I grow older, as one does to pure, cold water, after drinking strong wine."
"You are blessed in having this fountain to which you may resort in your heart-drought," answered Frederic, sadly. "The G.o.ds do not often deny the gift of home and domestic affections to woman. It is an exception to a universal rule when a man who has reached thirty without building a nest for himself, has a pleasant shelter spared, or offered to him elsewhere."
"Yet you would weary, in a week, of the indolent, aimless life led by most of our youthful heirs expectant and apparent," returned Rosa. "I remember once telling you how I envied you for having work and a career.
I was youthful then myself--and foolish as immature."
"I recollect!" and there was no more talk for several squares.
Rosa was getting alarmed at the thought of her temerity in reverting to this incident in their former intercourse, and meditating the expediency of entering upon an apology, which might, after all, augment, rather than correct the mischief she had done, when Frederic accosted her as if there had been no hiatus in the dialogue.
"I recollect!" he repeated, just as before. "It was upon the back piazza at Ridgeley, after breakfast on that warm September morning, when the air was a silvery haze, and there was no dew upon the roses. I, too, have grown older--I trust, wiser and stronger since I talked so largely of my career--what I hoped to be and to do. When did you see her--Miss Aylett," abruptly, and with a total change of manner.
"The Rubicon is forded," thought Rosa, complacently, the while her compa.s.sion for him was sincere and strong. "He can never shut his heart inexorably against me after this."
Aloud, she replied after an instant's hesitation designed to prepare him for what was to follow--"I was with Mabel for several days last May. We have not met since."
"She is alive--and well?" he asked, anxiously.
An inexplicable something in her manner warned him that all was not right.
"She is--or was, when I last heard news of her; we do not correspond.
She does not live at Ridgeley now."
There she stopped, before adding the apex to the nicely graduated climax.
"Not live with her brother! I do not understand."
"Have you not heard of her marriage?"
"No!"
He did not reel or tremble, but she felt that the bolt had pierced a vital part, and wisely forbore to offer consolation he could not hear.
But when he would have parted with her at the door of her uncle's parlor, she saw how deadly pale he was, and put her hands into his, beseechingly.
"Come in! I cannot let you go until you have said that you forgive me!"
There were tears in her eyes, and in her coaxing accents, and he yielded to the gentle face that sought to lead him into the room. It was fearful agony that contracted his forehead and lips when he would have spoken rea.s.suringly, and they were drops of genuine commiseration that drenched the girl's cheeks while she listened.
"I have nothing to forgive you! You have been all kindness and consideration--I ought not to have asked questions, but I believed myself when I boasted of my strength. I thought the bitterness of the heart's death had pa.s.sed. Now, I know I never despaired before! Great Heavens! how I loved that woman! and this is the end!"
He walked to the other side of the room.
Rosa durst not follow him even with her eyes. She sat, her face concealed by her handkerchief, weeping many tears for him--more for herself, until she heard his step close beside her, and he seated himself upon her sofa.
"Rosa! dear friend! my sympathizing little sister! I shall not readily gain my own pardon for having distressed you so sorely. When you can do it with comparative ease to yourself, I want you to tell me one or two things more, and then we will never allude to irreparable bygones again."
"I am ready!" removing her soaked cambric, and forcing a fluttering smile that might show how composed she was; "don't think of me! I was only grieved for your sake, and sorry because I had unwittingly hurt you. I was in hopes--I imagined--"
"That I had ontlived my disappointment? You said, that same September day, that women hid their green wounds in sewing rooms and oratories.
Mine should have been cauterized long ago, by other and harsher means, you think. It seldom bleeds--but tonight, I had not time to ward off the point of the knife and it touched a raw spot. Don't let me frighten you!
now that the worst is upon me, I must be calmer presently. You were at Ridgeley, in September, a year since, when she who was then Miss Aylett"--compelling himself to the articulation of the sentence that signified the later change--"received her brother's command to reject me?"
"I was."
"He would never tell me upon what evil report his prohibition was based.
He was more communicative with his sister, I suppose?"
And Rosa, following the example of other women--and men--who vaunt their principles more highly than she did hers, made a frank disclosure of part of the truth and held her tongue as to the rest.
"I couldn't help seeing that something was wrong, for Mabel, who, up to the receipt of her brother's letter and one from you that came by the same mail, had been very cheerful and talkative, suddenly grew more serious and reserved than was her habit at any time; but she told me nothing whatever, never mentioned your name again in my hearing. Mrs.
Sutton did hint to me her fear that Mr. Aylett had heard something prejudicial to your character, which had greatly displeased him and shocked Mabel, but even she was unaccountably reticent. Intense as was my anxiety to learn the particulars of the story, and upon what evidence they were induced to believe it, I dared not press my inquiry into what it was plain they intended to guard as a family secret."
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