Fated to Be Free Part 3
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"Son Dan'el," she said, turning to the taller, "I expect this is you;"
and she s.h.i.+fted her staff to her left hand while he took the right; and then the other old man, coming up, stooped, and kissed her on the forehead.
Madam Melcombe shed a few tears. Both her sons looked disturbed, and very ill at ease. She sat down again, and they sat opposite to her. Then there was such a long, awkward pause, and her poor hand trembled so much, that at last, as if in order to give her time to feel more at ease, her younger son began to talk to her of her grand-daughter who lived with her, and of her little great-grandson, Peter Melcombe. He hoped, he said with gravity, that they were well.
There seemed to be nothing else that either of them could think of to say; and presently, helped by the rest their words gave her, Madam Melcombe recovered her self-possession.
"Son Dan'el," she said, "my time must be short now; and I have sent for you and your brother to ask a favour of you. I could not lie easy in my grave," she continued, "if I thought there would be n.o.body of all my children to _follow me_. I have none but poor Peter's daughter and grandson here now, and I hope you and Augustus and your sons will come to my funeral. I hope you'll promise me faithfully, both of you, that you'll certainly come and follow me to the grave."
A silence followed. The disappointment of both the sons was evident.
They had hoped, the younger remarked, that she might have had something else to say.
No, she had not, she answered. Where would be the good of that? They had written to her often enough about that.
And then she went on to repeat her request. There was nothing she would not do for them, nothing, if they would but promise to come.
"So be it," replied the elder; "but then, you must make me a promise, mother, in your turn."
"It isn't the land?" she inquired with humble hesitation. "I should be agreeable to that."
"No, G.o.d forbid! What you have to promise me is, that if I come to your funeral, you will make such a will that not one acre of the land or one s.h.i.+lling you possess shall ever come to me or mine."
"And," said the other promptly, "I make the same promise, on the same condition."
Then there was another pause, deeper and more intense than the first.
The old mother's face pa.s.sed through many changes, always with an air of cogitation and trouble; and the old sons watched her in such a suspense of all movement, that it seemed as if they scarcely breathed.
"You sent your cards in," she said as if with sudden recollection, "to remind me that you'd kept your father's name?"
"Nothing will ever induce either of us to change it," was the answer.
"You're very hard on me, son Dan'el," she said at last; "for you know you was always my favourite son."
A touching thing to say to such an old man; but there was no reply.
"And I never took any pride in Peter," she continued, "he was that undutiful; and his grandson's a mere child."
Still no reply.
"I was in hopes, if I could get speech of you, I should find you'd got reasonable with age, Dan'el; for G.o.d knows you was as innocent of it as the babe unborn."
Old Daniel Mortimer sighed deeply. They had been parted nearly sixty years, but their last words and their first words had been on the same subject; and it was as fresh in the minds of both as if only a few days had intervened between them. Still it seemed he could find nothing to say, and she, rousing up, cried out pa.s.sionately,--
"Would you have had me denounce my own flesh and blood?"
"No, madam, no," answered the younger.
She noticed the different appellation instantly, and turning on him, said, with vigour and asperity,--
"And you, Augustus, that I hear is rich, and has settled all your daughters well, and got a son of your own, _you_ might know a parent's feelings. It's ill done of you to encourage Dan'el in his obstinacy."
Then, seeing that her words did not produce the slightest effect, she threw her lace ap.r.o.n over her head, and pressing her wrinkled hands against her face, gave way to silent tears.
"I'm a poor miserable old woman," she presently cried; "and if there's to be n.o.body but that child and the tenants to follow me to the grave, it'll be the death of me to know it, I'm sure it will."
With an air of indescribable depression, the elder son then repeated the same promise he had given before, and added the same condition.
The younger followed his example, and thereupon humbly taking down the lace from her face, and mechanically smoothing it over her aged knees, she gave the promise required of her, and placed her hand on a prayer-book which was lying on the small table beside her, as if to add emphasis and solemnity to her words.
CHAPTER III.
GOLD, THE INCORRUPTIBLE WITNESS.
Accipe Hoc.
After she had received the promise she desired from her sons--a promise burdened with so strange a condition--Madam Melcombe seemed to lose all the keenness and energy she had displayed at first.
She had desired above all things that honour should be shown to her in her death; her mind often occupied itself with strange interest and pertinacity on the details of her funeral. All her wishes respecting it had long been known to her granddaughters, but her eldest surviving son had never been mentioned by name to them. She always spoke of him as "the chief mourner."
Suddenly, however, it appeared to have occurred to her that he might not be present at it, after all. Everything must be risked to ascertain this. She must write, she must entreat his presence. But when he and his brother sent in their cards she, for the first time in her life, perceived that all she had done was useless. She saw the whole meaning of the situation; for this estate had come to her through the failure of heirs male to her father, and it was the provision of his will that she and her heirs should take back his name--the name of Melcombe.
She knew well that these two sons had always retained their father's name; but when they sent it in to her, she instinctively perceived their meaning. They were calling her attention to the fact, and she was sure now that they never meant to change it.
She had not behaved kindly or justly to her grandson's widow, for people had called little Peter her heir, and she had not contradicted them. But she had never made a will; and she secretly hoped that at the last something would occur to prevent her doing so.
Everything was absolutely in her own power, to leave as she pleased; but a half superst.i.tious feeling prompted her to wait. She wished her eldest surviving son to inherit the estate; but sad reflection seemed to a.s.sure her that if it simply lapsed to him as heir-at-law, he would think that next thing to receiving it through a dispensation of Providence; and she was such an unhappy mother, that she had reason to suppose he might prefer that to a direct bequest from her. So she left the kindly women who shared her seclusion entirely unprovided for, and the long services of her old domestics unrewarded, in order to flatter the supposed prejudices of this unknown son, who was destined now to show her how little he cared for all her forethought, and all her respect for his possible wishes.
This was now over. She felt that she was foiled. She sat, leaning her chin on the top of her staff, not able to find anything more to say; and every moment they spent together, the mother and sons became more painfully embarra.s.sed, more restless and more restrained.
In the meanwhile Peter's mother and aunt, just as unconscious that his heirs.h.i.+p had ever been a doubt, as that it had been secured to him then and there, sat waiting below, dressed in their best, to receive these visitors, and press them to partake of a handsome collation that had been prepared by their mother's order, and was now spread for them with unwonted state and profusion in the best parlour.
This large room had not been used for forty years; but as it was always kept with closed shutters, excepting on those days when it received a thorough and careful cleaning, the furniture was less faded than might have been expected, and the old leather-backed chairs, ebony cabinets, and quaint mirrors leaning out from the walls, looked almost as fresh as ever.
"Only let me get speech of them," the mother had thought, "and all may yet come right between us; for it's a long time ago, a weary while since we parted, and they ought to find it easier to forget than I do!" Then she had charged her grand-daughter, when the lunch was ready, to ring a bell, and she would send them down. "Or even, mayhap, I may come down myself," she had added, "leaning on the arm of my son."
So the bell was rung, and Laura and Mrs. Peter Melcombe waited for the grandmother and her guests with no little trepidation.
They had not intended to be cordial. Their notion of their own part in this interview was that they should be able to show a certain courteous coldness, a certain calm gravity in their demeanour towards these two uncles, but neither of them knew much of the world or of herself. They no sooner saw the majestic old men come in without their mother than Laura, feeling herself blush down to her very finger tips, retreated into the background, and Mrs. Peter Melcombe, suddenly finding that she had forgotten what she had intended to say, could scarcely collect enough composure to answer the gentle courtesy of their rather distant greeting.
A sort of urban polish struck her country sense, making her feel at once that she was a rustic, and that they belonged to a wider and more cultivated world. She felt herself at a disadvantage, and was angry with herself that it should be so, in that house of all places in the world, where she had every right to hold up her head, and they had surely reason to be ashamed of themselves.
Peter was the only person present who was at ease; the unwonted joy of finding himself in the "great parlour" had excited him. He had been wandering about examining the china vases and admiring the little rainbows which suns.h.i.+ne struck out from the cut-gla.s.s borders of the mirrors.
He was very well pleased to include the two great-uncles among the new and interesting objects about him. He came up when called by one of them, answered a few simple questions with childlike docility, and made his mother more sure than before that these dignified old men were treating him, her sister-in-law, and herself, with a certain pathetic gentleness that was almost condescension.
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