The Heir of Redclyffe

by Шарлотта Мэри Йондж

  An interval passed long enough for her not to be alone in her surprise at his absenting himself before he at length made his appearance, just before luncheon, so as to miss the unconstrained morning hours he used so much to enjoy. He found Guy, Charles, and Amy, deep in Butler's Analogy.

  'Are you making poor little Amy read that?' said he.

  'Bravo!' cried Charles; 'he is so disappointed that it is not Pickwick that he does not know what else to say.'

  'I don't suppose I take much in,' said Amy; 'but I like to be told what it means.'

  'Don't imagine I can do that,' said Guy.

  'I never spent much time over it,' said Philip; 'but I should think you were out of your depth.'

  'Very well,' said Charles; 'we will return to Dickens to oblige you.'

  'It is your pleasure to wrest my words,' replied Philip, in his own calm manner, though he actually felt hurt, which he had never done before. His complacency was less secure, so that there was more need for self-assertion.

  'Where are the rest?' he asked.

  'Laura and Eveleen are making a dictation lesson agreeable to Charlotte,' said Amy; 'I found Eva making mistakes on purpose.'

  'How much longer does she stay?'

  'Till Tuesday. Lord Kilcoran is coming to fetch her.'

  Charlotte entered, and immediately ran up-stairs to announce her cousin's arrival. Laura was glad of this previous notice, and hoped her blush and tremor were not observed. It was a struggle, through luncheon time, to keep her colour and confusion within bounds; but she succeeded better than she fancied she did, and Philip gave her as much help as he could, by not looking at her. Seeing that he dreaded nothing so much as her exciting suspicion, she was at once braced and alarmed.

  Her father was very glad to see him, and reproached him for making himself a stranger, while her sisters counted up the days of his absence.

  'There was the time, to be sure, when we met you on Ashen-down, but that was a regular cheat. Laura had you all to herself.'

  Laura bent down to feed Bustle, and Philip felt his colour deepening.

  Mr. Edmonstone went on to ask him to come and stay at Hollywell for a week, vowing he would take no refusal. 'A week was out of the question, said Philip; 'but he could come for two nights.' Amabel hinted that there was to be a dinner-party on Thursday, thinking it fair to give him warning of what he disliked, but he immediately chose that very day. Again he disconcerted all expectations, when it was time to go out. Mrs. Edmonstone and Charles were going to drive, the young ladies and Guy to walk, but Philip disposed himself to accompany his uncle in a survey of the wheat.

  Laura perceived that he would not risk taking another walk with her when they might be observed. It showed implicit trust to leave her to his rival; but she was sorry to find that caution must put an end to the freedom of their intercourse, and would have stayed at home, but that Eveleen was so wild and unguarded that Mrs. Edmonstone did not like her to be without Laura as a check on her, especially when Guy was of the party. There was some comfort in that warm pressure of her hand when she bade Philip good-bye, and on that she lived for a long time. He stood at the window watching them till they were out of sight, then moved towards his aunt, who with her bonnet on, was writing an invitation for Thursday, to Mr. Thorndale.

  'I was thinking,' said he, in a low voice, 'if it would not be as well, if you liked, to ask Thorndale here for those two days.'

  'If you think so,' returned Mrs. Edmonstone, looking at him more inquiringly than he could well bear.

  'You know how he enjoys being here, and I owe them all so much kindness.'

  'Certainly; I will speak to your uncle,' said she, going in search of him. She presently returned, saying they should be very glad to see Mr, Thorndale, asking him at the same time, in her kind tones of interest, after an old servant for whom he had been spending much thought and pains. The kindness cut him to the heart, for it evidently arose from a perception that he was ill at ease, and his conscience smote him. He answered shortly, and was glad when the carriage came; he lifted Charles into it, and stood with folded arms as they drove away.

  'The air is stormy,' said Charles, looking back at him.'

  'You thought so, too?' said Mrs. Edmonstone, eagerly.

  'You did!'

  'I have wondered for some time past.'

  'It was very decided to-day--that long absence--and there was no provoking him to be sententious. His bringing his young man might be only to keep him in due subjection; but his choosing the day of the party, and above all, not walking with the young ladies.'

  'It not like himself,' said Mrs. Edmonstone, in a leading tone.

  'Either the sweet youth is in love, or in the course of some strange transformation.'

  'In love!' she exclaimed. 'Have you any reason for thinking so?'

  'Only as a solution of phenomena; but you look as if I had hit on the truth.'

  'I hope it is no such thing; yet--'

  'Yet?' repeated Charles, seriously. 'I think he has discovered the danger.'

  'The danger of falling in love with Laura? Well, it would be odd if he was not satisfied with his own work. But he must know how preposterous that would be.'

  'And you think that would prevent it?' said his mother, smiling. 'He is just the man to plume himself on making his judgment conquer his inclination, setting novels at defiance. How magnanimously he would resolve to stifle a hopeless attachment!'

  'That is exactly what I think he is doing. I think he has found out the state of his feelings, and is doing all in his power to check them by avoiding her, especially in tete-a-tetes, and an unconstrained family party. I am nearly convinced that is his reason for bringing Mr. Thorndale, and fixing on the day of the dinner. Poor fellow, it must cost him a great deal, and I long to tell him how I thank him.'

  'Hm! I don't think it unlikely,' said Charles. 'It agrees with what happened the evening of the Kilcoran ball, when he was ready to eat me up for saying something he fancied was a hint of a liking of Guy's for Laura. It was a wild mistake, for something I said about Petrarch, forgetting that Petrarch suggested Laura; but it put him out to a degree, and he made all manner of denunciations on the horror of Guy's falling in love with her. Now, as far as I see, Guy is much more in love with you, or with Deloraine, and the idea argues far more that the Captain himself is touched.'

  'Depend upon it, Charlie, it was this that led to his detecting the true state of the case. Ever since that he has kept away. It is noble!'

  'And what do you think about Laura?'

  'Poor child! I doubt if it was well to allow so much intimacy; yet I don't see how it could have been helped.'

  'So you think she is in for it? I hope not; but she has not been herself of late.'

  'I think she misses what she has been used to from him, and thinks him estranged, but I trust it goes no further. I see she is out of spirits; I wish I could help her, dear girl, but the worst of all would be to let her guess the real name and meaning of all this, so I can't venture to say a word.'

  'She is very innocent of novels,' said Charles, 'and that is well. It would be an unlucky business to have our poor beauty either sitting 'like Patience on a monument', or 'cockit up on a baggage-waggon.' But that will never be. Philip is not the man to have a wife in barracks. He would have her like his books, in morocco, or not at all.'

  'He would never involve her in discomforts. He may be entirely trusted, and as long as he goes on as he has begun, there is no harm done; Laura will cheer up, will only consider him as her cousin and friend, and never know he has felt more for her.'

  'Her going to Ireland is very fortunate.'

  'It has made me still more glad that the plan should take place at once.'

  'And you say "nothing to nobody"?'

  'Of course not. We must not let him guess we have observed anything; there is no need to make your father uncomfortable, and such things need not dawn on Amy's imagination.'

  It may be wondered at that Mrs. Edmonstone should con
fide such a subject to her son, but she knew that in a case really affecting his sister, and thus introduced, his silence was secure. In fact, confidence was the only way to prevent the shrewd, unscrupulous raillery which would have caused great distress, and perhaps led to the very disclosure to be deprecated. Of late, too, there had been such a decrease of petulance in Charles, as justified her in trusting him, and lastly, it must be observed that she was one of those open-hearted people who cannot make a discovery nor endure an anxiety without imparting it. Her tact, indeed, led her to make a prudent choice of confidants, and in this case her son was by far the best, though she had spoken without premeditation. Her nature would never have allowed her to act as her daughter was doing; she would have been without the strength to conceal her feelings, especially when deprived of the safety-valve of free intercourse with their object.

  The visit took place as arranged, and very uncomfortable it was to all who looked deeper than the surface. In the first place, Philip found there the last person he wished his friend to meet--Lady Eveleen, who had been persuaded to stay for the dinner-party; but Mr. Thorndale was, as Charles would have said, on his good behaviour, and, ashamed of the fascination her manners exercised over him, was resolved to resist it, answered her gay remarks with brief sentences and stiff smiles, and consorted chiefly with the gentlemen.

  Laura was grave and silent, trying to appear unconscious, and only succeeding in being visibly constrained. Philip was anxious and stern in his attempts to appear unconcerned, and even Guy was not quite as bright and free as usual, being puzzled as to how far he was forgiven about the ball.

  Amabel could not think what had come to every one, and tried in vain to make them sociable. In the evening they had recourse to a game, said to be for Charlotte's amusement, but in reality to obviate some of the stiffness and constraint; yet even this led to awkward situations. Each person was to set down his or her favourite character in history and fiction, flower, virtue, and time at which to have lived, and these were all to be appropriated to the writers. The first read was--

  'Lily of the valley--truth--Joan of Arc--Padre Cristoforo--the present time.'

  'Amy!' exclaimed Guy.

  'I see you are right,' said Charles; 'but tell me your grounds!'

  'Padre Cristoforo,' was the answer.

  'Fancy little Amy choosing Joan of Arc,' said Eveleen, 'she who is afraid of a tolerable sized grasshopper.'

  'I should like to have been Joan's sister, and heard her tell about her visions,' said Amy.

  'You would have taught her to believe them,' said Philip.

  'Taught her!' cried Guy. 'Surely you take the high view of her.'

  'I think,' said Philip, 'that she is a much injured person, as much by her friends as her enemies; but I don't pretend to enter either enthusiastically or philosophically into her character.'

  What was it that made Guy's brow contract, as he began to strip the feather of a pen, till, recollecting himself, he threw it from him with a dash, betraying some irritation, and folded his hands.

  'Lavender,' read Charlotte.

  'What should make any one choose that?' cried Eveleen.

  'I know!' said Mrs. Edmonstone, looking up. 'I shall never forget the tufts of lavender round the kitchen garden at Stylehurst.'

  Philip smiled. Charlotte proceeded, and Charles saw Laura's colour deepening as she bent over her work.

  '"Lavender--steadfastness--Strafford--Cordelia in 'King Lear'--the late war." How funny!' cried Charlotte. 'For hear the next: 'Honeysuckle-- steadfastness--Lord Strafford--Cordelia--the present time." Why, Laura, you must have copied it from Philip's.'

  Laura neither looked nor spoke. Philip could hardly command his countenance as Eveleen laughed, and told him he was much flattered by those becoming blushes. But here Charles broke in,--'Come, make haste, Charlotte, don't be all night about it;' and as Charlotte paused, as if to make some dangerous remark, he caught the paper, and read the next himself. Nothing so startled Philip as this desire to cover their confusion. Laura was only sensible of the relief of having attention drawn from her by the laugh that followed.

  'A shamrock--Captain Rock--the tailor that was "blue moulded for want of a bating"--Pat Riotism--the time of Malachy with the collar of gold.'

  'Eva!' cried Charlotte.

  'Nonsense,' said Eveleen; 'I am glad I know your tastes, Charles. They do you honour.'

  'More than yours do, if these are yours,' said Charles, reading them contemptuously; 'Rose--generosity--Charles Edward--Catherine Seyton-- the civil wars.'

  'You had better not have disowned Charlie's, Lady Eveleen,' said Guy.

  'Nay do you think I would put up with such a set as these?' retorted Charles; 'I am not fallen so low as the essence of young ladyism.'

  'What can you find to say against them?' said Eveleen.

  'Nothing,' said Charles, 'No one ever can find anything to say for or against young ladies' tastes.'

  'You seem to be rather in the case of the tailor yourself,' said Guy, 'ready to do battle, if you could but get any opposition.'

  'Only tell me,' said Amy, 'how you could wish to live in the civil wars?'

  'O, because they would be so entertaining.'

  'There's Paddy, genuine Paddy at last!' exclaimed Charles. 'Depend upon it, the conventional young lady won't do, Eva.'

  After much more discussion, and one or two more papers, came Guy's--the last. 'Heather--Truth--King Charles--Sir Galahad--the present time.'

  'Sir how much? exclaimed Charles.

  'Don't you know him?' said Guy. 'Sir Galahad--the Knight of the Siege Perilous--who won the Saint Greal.'

  'What language is that?' said Charles.

  'What! Don't you know the Morte d'Arthur! I thought every one did! Don't you, Philip!'

  'I once looked into it. It is very curious, in classical English; but it is a book no one could read through.'

  '0h!' cried Guy, indignantly; then, 'but you only looked into it. If you had lived with its two fat volumes, you could not help delighting in it. It was my boating-book for at least three summers.'

  'That accounts for it,' said Philip; 'a book so studied in boyhood acquires a charm apart from its actual merits.'

  'But it has actual merits. The depth, the mystery, the allegory--the beautiful characters of some of the knights.'

  'You look through the medium of your imagination,' said Philip; but you must pardon others for seeing a great sameness of character and adventure, and for disapproving of the strange mixture of religion and romance.'

  'You've never read it,' said Guy, striving to speak patiently.

  'A cursory view is sufficient to show whether a book will repay the time spent in reading it.'

  'A cursory view enable one to judge better than making it your study? Eh, Philip?' said Charles.

  'It is no paradox. The actual merits are better seen by an unprejudiced stranger than by an old friend who lends them graces of his own devising.'

  Charles laughed: Guy pushed back his chair, and went to look out at the window. Perhaps Philip enjoyed thus chafing his temper; for after all he had said to Laura, it was satisfactory to see his opinion justified, so that he might not feel himself unfair. It relieved his uneasiness lest his understanding with Laura should be observed. It had been in great peril that evening, for as the girls went up to bed, Eveleen gaily said, 'Why, Laura, have you quarrelled with Captain Morville?'

  'How can you say such things, Eva? Good night.' And Laura escaped into her own room.

  'What's the meaning of it, Amy?' pursued Eveleen.

  'Only a stranger makes us more formal,' said Amy.

  'What an innocent you are! It is of no use to talk to you!' said Eveleen, running away.

  'No; but Eva,' said Amy, pursuing her, 'don't go off with a wrong fancy. Charles has teased Laura so much about Philip, that of course it makes her shy of him before strangers; and it would never have done to laugh about their choosing the same things when Mr. Thorndale was there.'

 
'I must be satisfied, I suppose. I know that is what you think, for you could not say any other.'

  'But what do you think?' said Amy, puzzled.

  'I won't tell you, little innocence--it would only shock you.'

  'Nothing you really thought about Laura could shock me,' said Amy; 'I don't mean what you might say in play.'

  'Well, then, shall you think me in play or earnest when I say that I think Laura likes Philip very much?'

  'In play' said Amy; 'for you know that if we had not got our own Charlie to show us what a brother is, we should think of Philip as just the same as a brother.'

  'A brother! You are pretending to be more simple than you really are, Amy! Don't you know what I mean?'

  'O,' said Amy, her cheeks lighting up, 'that must be only play, for he has never asked her.'

  'Ah, but suppose she was in the state just ready to be asked?'

  'No, that could never be, for he could never ask her,'

  'Why not, little Amy?'

  'Because we are cousins, and everything,' said Amy, confused. 'Don't talk any more about it, Eva; for though I know it is all play, I don't like it, and mamma, would not wish me to talk of such things. And don't you laugh about it, dear Eva, pray; for it only makes every one uncomfortable. Pray!'

  Amy had a very persuasive way of saying 'pray,' and Eveleen thought she must yield to it. Besides, she respected Laura and Captain Morville too much to resolve to laugh at them, whatever she might do when her fear of the Captain made her saucy.

  Mrs. Edmonstone thought it best on all accounts to sit in the drawing- room the next morning; but she need not have taken so much pains to chaperon her young ladies, for the gentlemen did not come near them.

  Laura was more at ease in manner, though very far from happy, for she was restlessly eager for a talk with Philip; while he was resolved not to seek a private interview, sure that it would excite suspicion, and willing to lose the consciousness of his underhand proceedings.

  This was the day of the dinner-party, and Laura's heart leaped as she calculated that it must fall to Philip's lot to hand her in to dinner. She was not mistaken, he did give her his arm; and they found themselves most favourably placed, for Philip's other neighbour was Mrs. Brownlow, talking at a great rate to Mr. de Courcy, and on Laura's side was the rather deaf Mr. Hayley, who had quite enough to do to talk to Miss Brownlow. Charles was not at table, and not one suspicious eye could rest on them, yet it was not till the second course was in progress that he said anything which the whole world might not have heard. Something had passed about Canterbury, and its distance from Hollywell.