Prisoners Part 36
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"The days are beginning to lengthen already," said Mr. Thomson. "I have noticed it, especially the last few days, and the rooks are clamourous--very clamourous."
"It was to be expected," faltered Magdalen.
"The accounts are, I am glad to say, in perfect order. I am proud to add, though I fear a statement so unusual may lay me open to a charge of romancing, that we have a small balance in hand."
How he had looked forward to saying these words. With what a flash of surprised delight he had expected this astounding, this gratifying announcement would be received.
He paused a moment to let his words sink in--evidently Miss Bellairs had not heard.
"Three pounds five and nine," he said.
"It is wonderful," said Magdalen emphatically.
"Quite wonderful. I never heard of a boot-and-shoe club which was not in debt. Have you?" And she turned to Lord Lossiemouth.
But Lord Lossiemouth's temper was absent. He found the situation intolerable. He only answered, "Never."
"Bessie is waiting to hear all about it in the schoolroom," continued Magdalen. "I have asked her to go over the papers with you. She will be as surprised and delighted as I am. Shall we go and tell her?"
And without waiting for an answer she rose and led the way to the schoolroom, followed by Mr. Thomson. Bessie was sitting alone there, staring in front of her, paralysed by Lord Lossiemouth's arrival, and indignant at the possibility that Magdalen might marry that "horrid old thing," who was not the least like the charming photograph of him in her sister's alb.u.m. However, she grasped the situation, and after an imploring glance from Magdalen, grappled with all her might with the boot-and-shoe club.
Magdalen hurriedly tore off the little red shawl and returned to the morning-room, and closed the door. It was a considerable effort to her to close it, and by doing so to invite a renewal of Lord Lossiemouth's offer. But it could not be left open.
"It was not poor Mr. Thomson's fault," she said, "but I wish I could have saved you this annoyance."
He struggled to recover his temper. Her quivering face shewed him that she was suffering from the miserable accident of the interruption even more than he was.
"I was asking you to marry me," he said with courage, but with visible irritation. "Will you?"
"I am afraid I cannot."
"I knew you would say that. I expected it. But I beg you to reconsider it, that is if--if your feeling for me is still unchanged."
"It is unchanged."
"Then why not marry me?"
"Because you do not care for me."
"I felt certain you would say that. But I _do_ care for you. Should I be here if I did not? We are two middle-aged people, Magdalen. The old raptures and roses would be out of place, but I have always cared for you. Surely you know that. Have you forgotten the old days?"
"No."
"Neither have I. All we have to do is to forget the years between." As he spoke he felt that the thing could hardly have been better put.
"I have no wish to forget them."
He had made a great effort to control his temper, but he found her unreasonable. His anger got the upper hand.
"It is one of two things that makes you refuse me. Either you can't forgive me, and I daresay I don't deserve that you should, I am not posing as a faultless character--or you have ceased to love me. Which is it?"
"I have not ceased to love you," she replied. "Have I not just told you so? But you would find yourself miserable in the--lop-sided kind of marriage which you are contemplating. It is unwise to try to make bricks without straw."
"Then if your mind was so absolutely made up beforehand to refuse me, why was I sent for?" he stammered, white with anger. He struck the table with his hand. "What was the use of urging me to come back, if I was to meet with a frigid, elegantly expressed, deliberately planned rebuff directly I set foot in the house!"
"Why were you _sent for_?" she said aghast. "Surely you came of your own accord. _Sent for!_ _Who_ sent for you?"
She sat down feebly. A horrible suspicion turned her faint.
"_Who_ sent for me?" he said venomously. "Why am I here?"
He tore some letters out of his pocket, and thrust them into her hands.
Always sensitive to a slight, he was infuriated by the low cunning, the desire to humiliate him, with which he imagined he had been treated.
Others could be humiliated as well as himself.
"Read them," he said savagely, and he walked away from her, and stood by the window with his back to her.
Magdalen read them slowly, the three letters, her father's, Aunt Mary's, Aunt Aggie's. Then she put them back into their envelopes and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Humiliation, shame, despair, the anguish of wounded love, she saw them creep towards her. She saw them crouch like wild beasts ready to spring, their cruel eyes upon her. She had known their fangs once. Were they to rend her again?
She sat motionless and saw them pa.s.s, as behind bars, pa.s.s quite away.
They could not reach her. They could not touch her.
She looked at the lover of her youth, standing as she had so often seen him stand at that window in years gone by, with his hands behind his back, looking out to the sea.
She went softly to him, and stood beside him.
"I am more grieved that I can say about these," she said, touching the letters. "I did not know the poor dears had written. It was good of you to come back at the call of these unhappy letters. Will you not burn them, Everard, and forget them? There is a fire waiting for them."
She put them into his hand. She had not spoken to him by his Christian name before. His anger sank suddenly. He took them in a shamed silence, and dropped them into the fire. Magdalen sat down by the hearth, and he sat down near her. Together they watched them burn.
"I ought to have burnt them yesterday," he said remorsefully.
"I am glad you did not. I am so thankful to see you again, and that these foolish letters brought you. I have often longed to have a talk with you.
"It seems unreasonable," continued Magdalen, her clear eyes meeting his, "but the fact of your asking me to marry you makes it possible for me to tell you what I have long wished to tell you. I have often thought of writing it. I did write it once, but I tore it up. It seems as if a woman _can't_ say certain things to a man till he has said, 'Will you marry me?' Then it is easy, because then nothing she may say can rouse a suspicion in his mind that she wants to make him say it."
"I have proposed to you twice, Magdalen. Is not that enough?" His voice was very bitter. "I venture to prophesy that you will be safe from my pestering you with a third offer."
"I am sure of it. I never dreamed that you would ask me this second time. I never thought we should meet again except by chance, as we did a year ago. But I have had you in my mind, and I have often feared--often--that I was a painful remembrance to you; that when you thought of me it was with regret that you had perhaps--it is not so easy to say after all--that you had spoilt my life."
"I did reproach myself bitterly with having made love to you when you were so very young and inexperienced, and when I ought to have remembered that I was not in a position to marry. Your father did rub that in. As if I could help my poverty."
"Father is not a reasonable person. You were nearly as young as I was.
Looking back now it seems as if we had both been almost children."
"It was a great misfortune for both of us," he said, colouring. He had not felt it great after the first.
Prisoners Part 36
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