"What is it, darling?" she asked, although she knew before he spoke3 what was the matter.
"I have been talking to Father," he broke out. "Mother, it is intolerable. He says he will not consent to my engagement to Stella. As though he or anybody could prevent it."
"You have not quarrelled?" she asked in quick alarm, anxious for both her men.
He laughed angrily.
"Oh, we didn't shout at each other, if that is what you mean. He told me he would never consent to my engagement. Why? In the name of Heaven why? I asked him that and he wouldn't answer me. He told me to come to you. What bee has he got in his bonnet4? I should have thought—Stella is a sort of little sister of Terence Comerford, from whom I am called, whose death I have always understood shadowed Father's life. Oh, I know you've been throwing cold water on me, leading me up to this. I knew when you would not let me shout it out that first night, as I wanted to, before all the world. Father said something about Eileen. Ridiculous! We have never thought of each other. As a matter of fact she has a young man of her own. I always knew he wanted me to marry Eileen. As though I ever could have married any one but Stella!"
She did not at all resent her husband's laying the burden of comfort upon her. He had always left Terry to her.
She looked at his young angry face. He was ramping5 up and down the little boudoir like an animal in a cage. He was adorably young and she loved him. What was she to say?
"I'm not a child," Terry went on. "Things can't stand like this, as Father expects them to, apparently6. One doesn't throw over a girl one loves better than life for no reason at all, and Father will give none except that the marriage is unsuitable. How can it be unsuitable except that I am so unworthy of her? Mother"—he stopped suddenly in his pacing to and fro—"you can do anything with Father. Make him see sense. You know my whole happiness depends on this—and hers. It has gone deep with me."
Suddenly he turned away, and putting his two arms on the mantelpiece he laid down his face upon them.
She went to him and stroked his hair softly. He looked up at her and his eyes were miserable7, and so young.
"Darling," he said, "you have always been good to me. Can't you talk Father over? I am going away to-morrow. If he persists in this insanity8 I shall chuck my commission, go off to Canada and try to make a home there for Stella."
"Terry!" The name was wrung9 from her like a cry.
"You see I couldn't stay, darling, hanging round in the hope that Father might change his mind. I couldn't stick being engaged and not engaged. I should hate to leave you, of course, darling, but then you wouldn't come. You'd never leave Father. He says his decision is final, but he gives me no reason for it. It is the maddest way of treating a man I ever heard. What does he mean by it?"
"He was always a very indulgent father, Terry. If he refuses you a thing you desire so much he must have a good reason."
She felt the feebleness of her plea even before he turned and looked at her.
"That is really foolish, Mother," he said. "I beg your pardon if I am rude. I'm not a child, to be kept in the dark and told that my elders know what is best for me. Do you know his reasons?"
She had been dreading10 the question, yet she was unprepared with an answer.
"I see you do," he went on grimly. "But of course you won't tell me, if Father will not, though he sent me to you."
The poor lady was profoundly wretched. Tears were not far off. She would not for the world have wept before the boy. He had enough to bear without her tears.
"Where is your father?" she asked.
"He is in his office. You will speak to him? You angel! Tell him how impossible it is that Stella and I could give up each other. You love her, Mother, don't you? The bird-like thing! I remember you said at first that she was like a bird. She has flown into my heart and I cannot turn her out. Say…"
"I will say all I Can, Terry. Do you feel fit to go back to the others?"
"They don't want me. They are quite happy knocking about the billiard-balls. Evelyn would know, and I don't think I could stand little Earnshaw's chaffing ways."
Boyishly he looked at himself in the glass. He had rumpled11 his hair out of its usual order. There was a bright colour in his cheeks. He looked brilliantly handsome. What he said was:
"Lord, what an outsider I look!"
She left him there and went off to look for her husband. Her heart was very heavy. Already she knew that the compromise she had to suggest would be received with scorn. It was a weak womanly compromise, just the kind of thing a man will put his foot on and squelch12 utterly13.
He turned round as she came in.
"Well, Mary," he said. "I've been having a very unpleasant discussion with Terry. It ended where it began. He would not listen to me."
She came and stood behind his chair. The fire was low in the grate. There was the intolerable smell of a smoking lamp in the room. The reading-lamp on the table was flaring14. She turned it down and replenished15 the fire. The discomfort16 of it all—the room felt cold and dismal—depressed her further.
"The poor boy!" she said. "What are we to do, Shawn? You can't expect him to give up Stella without any explanation. He would be a poor creature if he could—not your son or mine. Shawn, you will have to tell him. How could you leave it to me?"
"And if I do, what then?"
She shook her head. She did not know what then: or rather she did not wish to answer the question.
She was sitting on the arm of his chair. He leant his head against her wearily. In the glass above the chimney-piece, tilted17 towards them, she saw his face and was frightened. Were the purple shadows really there, or did she only imagine them?
"If such a story had been told to me about you, Mary," he asked, "do you suppose it would have made any difference? I would have said like an ancestor of mine:
"Has the pearl less whiteness
Because of its birth?
Has the violet less brightness
For growing near earth?
That is what any lover worth his salt would say: yet when one is older and very proud of one's family the bar sinister18 is not a thing to be thought of."
"You said yourself that Bridyeen was an innocent creature. You forgave Terence, who was her tempter. You love his memory and you have called your one son after him. Is it fair, is it just?"
She was frightened at her own temerity19. The subject of Terence
Comerford had always been like an open wound to her husband.
"Did I forgive Terence?" he asked with a wonder that had something child-like about it; "I was very angry with Terence, dreadfully angry. Do you remember that passage, Mary?
"Alas20 they had been friends in youth;
you know how it goes on:
"And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain."
She had slipped an arm about his neck, and her hand went on softly caressing21 his cheek.
"I think we shall have to tell Terry," she said, "if we persist in our refusal. We could not take up such an untenable position. Unless…"—she hesitated.
"Go on, Mary," he said.
"Unless we were to accept Grace's story of Stella's birth. Why should it not be true?" She asked the question piteously. "Are you sure, Shawn, about the other thing?"
But while she said it she remembered Stella's likeness22 to Mrs. Wade23. Why, any one might see it, any one. A new fear sprang up in her heart, troubled by many fears. This time it was for Stella. Any day, any hour, some one besides herself might discover that likeness. Why, for all she knew the place buzzed with it already. Sooner or later some one would recognize Mrs. Wade as Bridyeen Sweeney. Then it would be easy to piece the old story together. Already people had noticed that Stella had the Comerford colour, which had been, in her own case, the Creagh colour. Grace Comerford ought not to have come back. Shawn was quite right. She ought not to have come back.
"You are a very clever woman, Mary. But it seems to me a cheap novel kind of suggestion. I think we must face the thing as it is. I shall tell Terry to-night."
Terry was told. He came to his mother's room after hearing the story. She had been expecting him. In the end her men always brought her their troubles. So she had piled up a bright fire, had set a couple of softly cushioned chairs side by side, as though the physical comfort would reach the wounded spirit. She smiled to herself rather piteously at the thought. Men were susceptible24 to comfort, to being petted, no matter at what age one loved them, or in what grief one would comfort them.
She was in her silk dressing25 gown, her hair in two long plaits before Terry came. Despite his miserable preoccupation his face lightened at sight of her.
"How sweet you look, Mother!" he said. "And so young with your hair like that."
"Come and sit down, my darling boy."
He came and sat by her, and presently he laid his face on her shoulder to conceal26, she divined, set eyes.
"What am I to do, Mothereen, at all, at all?" he asked, going back to the phraseology of his nursery days.
"Your father has told you?"
"Yes, he has told me."
"It is pretty bad," she said compassionately27.
"Mother," he lifted his face and his eyes were bloodshot. "Why did you call me after that villain28? Why does my father love him still? I have never heard you say one word against him."
She flinched29 before the accusation30.
"Dear," she said. "I have only just been told of this. Your father kept it from me all those years."
"And you were engaged to him at the time! Good Lord!" he broke out with young passion. "Don't tell me, Mother, that there is any excuse for him. I could not bear that from you. One law for the man, another for the woman: it is the easy way of the world. My poor little darling!"
Suddenly he choked and got up and went away from her. She found nothing to say.
He was back again in a second, while she watched him helplessly.
"I don't want her to know," he said. "She must not know. What am I to do? She ought to enter this family as its loved and honoured daughter. Mother, I do not intend to give her up."
She had been waiting for it. If he had said otherwise she would have been bitterly disappointed, however much she might have tried to deceive herself. It was a pity, a thousand pities, the child could not have come to them without that smirch. But it had not touched her: there was no stain on her. Thinking upon Stella's mother she said to herself that no levity31 in the girl she had been had led to her downfall. Why, Shawn had said she was the simplest, whitest of creatures. It made Terence's sin all the blacker.
She drew her boy's head down to her and kissed it.
"I did not ask you to give her up," she said. "I do not take the world's view of such things."
He looked at her with an incredible incredulous relief.
"You angel mother!" he said with a deep sigh. "I might have trusted you. There is one thing. Stella must never know."
"She must never know," she repeated after him.
Her husband's foot sounded in the adjoining room and Terry went away comforted. Shawn did not come in to say good-night to her as usual, by which omission32 she conjectured33 the trouble of his mind. She prayed for light, almost in despair of finding it, and slept, although she had expected to lie awake, seeking unhappily a way out of this threatening sorrow for all dear to her.
She awoke somewhere in the small hours. The moon was on her bed and the air was very cold. She came awake suddenly, with a thought in her mind so concrete that it was as though some one had spoken it aloud.
"Is it quite certain that Terence did not marry Bridyeen Sweeney?"
She caught at it as a drowning man catches at a straw. Her heart gave a wild bound towards it. It was so thin, so frail34 a hope, that while her fingers closed upon it she knew the futility35. Again she slept, and the thought was with her when she awoke in the grey morning.
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