Halcyone Part 29
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"The doctors have said you may have a taste of champagne to-night," she wrote, which was quite untrue, but a small fib like this could not count when such large issues were at stake. "And so I propose, if you will let me and will have me for your guest, to come and dine with you to celebrate the event. Say if I may. Cecilia."
And he had eagerly scribbled in pencil, "Yes."
So she came, and was all in white with just a red rose in her dress, and she was solicitous about his comfort--had he enough pillows?--and she spoke so graciously to the nurse who arranged things before she went to her supper.
She, Cecilia, would be his nurse, she whispered--just for to-night! and then her own personal footman brought in an exquisite little dinner upon a table which he set near the bed, all noiselessly--it had been arranged outside--and she would select just the tenderest morsels for John Derringham, or some turtle soup?--He was not hungry!--Well, never mind, she would feed him!--and he must be good and let her pet him as she felt inclined.
She was looking quite extraordinarily beautiful, with all the light of triumph in her sparkling eyes, and she sat down upon the bed and actually pretended that if he were disobedient she would put pieces into his mouth!
John Derringham was a man--and, although he felt very ill and feeble, after she had made him drink some champagne, the seduction of her began to go to his head. Stimulant of any kind was the last thing he should have had, and would have caused the nurse a shock of horror if she had known. How it all came about he could not tell, what she said or he said he could never remember, only the one thing which stood out was that as the time for the nurse's return arrived, he knew that Cecilia Cricklander was kissing him with apparent pa.s.sion, which he felt in some measure he was returning, and that she was murmuring: "And we shall be married, darling John, as soon as you are well."
He must have said something definite, he supposed.
But, at that moment, the nurse was heard in the next room and his _fiancee_--yes, his _fiancee_--got up and, when the woman came in in her stiff nurse's dress, slightly apologetic that she had been so long, she was greeted by this speech from the lady of the house:
"Ah, Nurse Brome, you have been so good to Mr. Derringham, you must be the first to wish us happiness and share our news. We are going to be married as soon as ever you get him well--so you must hasten that, like the clever woman you are!"
And she had laughed, a soft laugh of triumph, which even in his light-headed state had seemed to John Derringham as the mocking of some fiend.
Then she had left him quickly, while the footman carried the table from the room--and after that he remembered nothing more, he had fallen into a feverish sleep. But the next morning, when he awoke, he knew captivity had indeed tumbled upon him, and that he was chained hand and foot.
And all the day his temperature went up again, and he was not allowed to see even Arabella of the kind heart, who would have come and condoled with him, and even wept over him if she had dared, so moved did the good creature feel at his fate.
It was only upon the third day, when telegrams of congratulation began to pour in upon him by the dozen, that he knew anything about the announcement that had appeared in the _Morning Post_.
Yes, he was caught and chained at last, and for the next week had moods of gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth, and feeling the most degraded of men, alternating with hours of trying to persuade himself that it was the best thing which could have happened to him.
Mrs. Cricklander, now that she had gained her end, wisely left him for a day or two in peace to the care of Arabella and the nurses, drawing the net closer each hour by her public parade of her position as his _fiancee_. She wrote the most exquisite and womanly letter to thank her many friends for their kind congratulations--and lamented, now that the truth being known would not matter, that John had had a slight relapse, and was not quite so well.
But, of course, she was taking every care of him, and so he soon would be his old exuberant self!
Thus the period of John Derringham's purgatory began.
CHAPTER XXV
Grieving is such a satisfactory and dramatic thing when you can fling yourself down upon the ground and cry aloud and tear your hair. But if some great blow must be borne without a sign, then indeed it wrings the heart and saps the forces of life.
When Halcyone got to her room, the housemaids were there beginning to make her bed--so it was no refuge for her--and she was obliged to go down again. The big drawing-rooms would be untenanted at this moment, so she turned the handle of the door and crept in there. The modern brightly gilt Louis XVI furniture glared at her, but she sank into a big chair thankful to find any support.
What was this which had fallen upon her?--The winter, indeed--or, more than that, not only the winter but the end of life, like the flash of lightning which had struck the tree in the park the night before that day which was to have seen her wedding?
And as she sat there in dumb, silent, hideous agony which crushed for the moment belief and hope, a canary from the aviary beyond set up a trilling song. She listened for a second; it seemed to hurt her more.
The poor bird was in captivity, as was her soul. And then, while the little songster went on, undismayed by its cage, a reaction set in. If the soft-feathered creature could sing there beyond the bars, what right had she to doubt G.o.d for one second? No--there should never be any disbelief. It was only the winter, after all. She was too young to die like the tree which had been there for some hundreds of years, She would be as brave as the bird, and those forces of nature which she had loved and trusted so long, would comfort her.
She sat there for a quarter of an hour saying her prayers and stilling the pain in her heart--and then she got up and deliberately went back to the dining-room, where the family were all a.s.sembled now.
They chaffed about everything, and were boisterous and jovial as usual, and when she asked if she might go and see her old master, should Mrs.
Anderton not wish especially for her company that morning, her stepfather offered to drive her there in his phaeton on his way to the city.
"She grows upon one, Lu," he said to his wife, when Halcyone had gone up to put on her hat. "She is like some quiet, soothing book; she is a kind of comfort--but she looks confoundedly pale to-day. Take her to the play to-night, or ask some young fellows in to dinner, to cheer her up."
The drive did Halcyone good, and, to the astonishment of Cheiron who had also read the news, she walked into his sitting-room with perfect calm.
He himself was raging with indignation and disgust.
But, when he looked into her deep eyes, his astonishment turned to pain, for the expression in them as they burned from her lifeless face was so pure, so pitiful and so tragic, that it left him without words for the moment.
At last he said--when she had greeted him:
"I have been thinking, Halcyone, that I have not had a trip abroad for a long time, but I am too old now to care about going alone. Do you think that your aunts and these step-relations of yours would spare you to accompany me, my dear?"
And Halcyone had to turn away to the window to hide the tears which suddenly welled up; he was so kind and understanding always--her dear old master!
"Yes, I am sure they would," she said in a very low voice. "How good of you. And if we could start at once--that would be nice, would it not? I suppose they would not let me go without Priscilla, though," she added; "would that matter?"
"Not at all," said the Professor.
They neither of them mentioned John Derringham's engagement. They talked long about the possibilities of their foreign journey, and Cheiron felt himself repaid when he began to observe a look of returning life creep into her white face.
"I will call and see your stepfather in the city directly after lunch,"
he said. "If you will write to your Aunts La Sarthe, I do not think there can be any objection."
"We could take Aphrodite, could we not?" Halcyone asked. "She is very heavy, I know, but I would carry her, and I do not think I would like to leave her there in the dark away from me for all that time."
"We would certainly take her," said Cheiron.
Halcyone knew enough about London now to know where Kensington Gardens were. Whenever she went to see Mr. Carlyon, it was an understood thing he would bring her safely back, so no one would be sent to fetch her.
Might they not go to Kensington Gardens this morning, she asked. She remembered to have noticed, when she had driven past with Mr. Anderton, that there seemed to be big trees there. She wanted to get into some open s.p.a.ce, London was stifling her.
Mr. Carlyon put on his hat, and prepared to accompany her. They drove to the first gate and got out, neither having spoken a word, as was their habit when both were thinking.
They wandered in among the trees and found two chairs and sat down.
These were real trees, Halcyone felt. And, although she would have preferred to be alone to-day without even Cheiron, the great trunks and vast leafy canopy above them comforted her.
She would not permit herself to think, the beauty of the summer day must just saturate her, and soothe the cold, sick ache in her heart. And, presently, when she was strengthened, she would face it all and see what it could mean, and what would be best to do to bear the blow as a La Sarthe should, and show nothing of the anguish.
And, as she mused, her eyes absently wandered to a couple under a tree some twenty yards beyond them. There was something familiar in the girl's graceful back, and, as she turned her fresh face to look at her companion, Halcyone saw that it was Cora Lutworth.
Some magnetic spark seemed to connect them, for the pretty American girl turned completely round in her chair, and catching sight of the two jumped up and came towards them--with glad, laughing eyes and out-stretched hands.
"To see you!" she exclaimed. "That is so good! There is no Styx here, and we must have some fun together!"
She sat down upon a chair which Lord Freynault dragged up for her, and he himself took another beyond the Professor--so the two girls could talk together.
"I am going to be married--you know!" Cora announced gayly. "Freynie and I settled it at a ball last night, but we haven't told anyone yet! Isn't it lovely? We just slipped out here for a little quiet talk."
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