Under these circumstances, it is hardly to be wondered at that Mrs. Garside was very glad to see Lionel Dering under her roof again, more especially as he did not come to her in the disagreeable guise4 of a poor man. Tears came into her eyes as she held out her hand to him--genuine tears, for Mrs. Garside was one of those women who can weep on the slightest provocation5. "It will be like new life to our darling Edith to have news of you once more," she said.
"Then she has not quite forgotten me?" said Lionel, eagerly.
"Forgotten you, Mr. Dering! How little you know of our sex if you think it possible for us so soon to forget those to whom our young affections have once been given."
"Is she--is Edith here in the house?" asked Lionel.
"She was in her own room only five minutes ago. I can understand your impatience6, Mr. Dering, and will not keep you from her. I have refrained from saying a word to her about either your note or your visit. You shall yourself be the bearer of your own good tidings."
Three minutes later Lionel found himself in the presence of Edith. Mrs. Garside opened the door and ushered7 him in. The room was a very pleasant one, furnished with books, pictures, and curiosities of various kinds. At the farther end it opened into a small conservatory8, which looked one dazzling mass of bloom as you entered the room. And there, sweetest flower of all, sat Edith, her face and figure clearly defined against a background of delicate ferns.
"Edith, dear, I have brought a long-lost friend to see you," said Mrs. Garside, as she and Lionel entered.
Edith dropped her book, and started up in surprise. Lionel was half hidden behind Mrs. Garside, and for the moment Edith mistook him for a stranger. But he had not advanced three paces before she saw who he was, and in a moment she was as one transformed. Her mouth dimpled into smiles, tears came nestling into her eyes--tears of happiness--her heart beat fast, her cheeks flushed to the tint9 of the wild rose when its petals10 first open to the sun, and with a little inarticulate cry of joy she sprang forward to greet her lover. She sprang forward, and then she halted suddenly, while a look of sadness clouded her face for a moment. With a sigh that ended in a half sob11 she held out her hand. Lionel grasped it in both his.
"How long you have been away!" she said, as her eyes met his. Mrs. Garside slipped discreetly12 out of the room, and shut the door softly behind her.
Lionel lifted Edith's hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he looked at her with the same eager, anxious gaze that she had bent13 on him--he looked and was satisfied. His heart told him that he was still loved as fondly as ever he had been. Edith, too, after that first hungry look, veiled her eyes modestly, but there was a wild whirl of happiness at her heart. Lionel drew her face up to his, and kissed her twice very tenderly. Then he led her to the sofa, and sat down beside her.
"Yes; I have been a very long time away," he said at last. "But I am come to-day, Edith, to ask you to keep me by your side through life--never more to let me wander from you."
Edith, in the first shock of her surprise, was too happy to speak. But her fingers tightened14 almost imperceptibly on his hand, and her face, resting on his shoulder, where he had placed it, nestled still closer; her silent answer was more eloquent15 than any words.
"Edith, I left you--my letter told you why," went on Lionel. "But all through the long dreary16 time when I was separated from you, my love for you never faltered17, never wavered for one single moment. If I had never seen you again in this world, my heart's last breath would still have been yours. Yesterday I was poor--to-day I am rich. Once more I can ask you, as I asked you three years ago, to be my wife. Do not tell me that I am asking for more than you can give."
Edith's faith in Lionel was so full and complete, her love for him so deep-rooted, that she never paused--as many young ladies would have done--before giving him back the affection which had all along been his, to demand from him the reason for his apparent desertion of her three years before. In that first flush of new-born happiness it was enough to know that her lover had come back to her: the why and the wherefore of his leaving could be explained afterwards.
"You know, Lionel, that my love is yours always--that it has been yours for a long long time," said Edith, in accents that trembled a little in spite of herself. "But I never received any letter from you after that last one dated from some far-away town in America."
"No letter!" exclaimed Lionel. "Not one explaining my reasons for releasing you from your engagement?"
"Never a single line, Lionel."
"But I gave the letter into your uncle's hands," returned Lionel. "He promised faithfully that he would give it you."
"He did not give it me," answered Edith.
"Perhaps he kept it back because he thought it better that I should not see it."
"He had no right to do anything of the kind," said Lionel, sternly. "The letter was sacredly entrusted18 to him, and ought as sacredly to have been delivered to you.
"Lionel, my uncle is no longer with us," said Edith, gently. "You and I are together again. That redeems19 all. Let us never say another word about the letter."
"What a villain20, what a mean wretch21, you must have thought me," cried Lionel impulsively22, "to break off my engagement without assigning you any reason! Without even a single word of explanation!"
"I thought you nothing of the kind," said Edith, with decision. "I knew you too well not to feel sure that you must have good and sufficient reasons for acting23 as you did. Although you did not tell me what those reasons were--whatever may have been my disappointment at your silence--my faith in you never wavered."
"But when weeks and months passed away, and you never heard from me----"
"I felt then that all was over between us; felt it in a despairing, hopeless kind of way. But I cherished no resentment24 against you--none."
"But surely your uncle and aunt had some explanation to offer?"
"They told me that, through the failure of a bank, you had lost the whole of your fortune, and that, consequently, you had resigned all pretensions25 to my hand."
"And you?"
"I thought that you might have called to see me; or, at least, have written to me. I could not understand why, if you still continued to care for me, you should choose to give me up simply because you had lost your fortune."
"You could not understand it?"
"Indeed I could not. And I fail to understand it now. If you were poor, I was rich. What greater happiness could I have than to endow you with my plenty? When I gave you my love, it meant that I gave you everything I could call mine."
"You look at the question from a woman's point of view, Edith: I, from a man's."
"If I had lost my fortune as you lost yours, would you have given me up?" asked Edith.
"Certainly not."
"Nor I you. With me, to love and to be loved is everything. In comparison with that all else is as nothing."
"Edith, I could not come to you penniless, and ask you to become my wife. When I found myself a poor man, I had no profession to fly to; I was acquainted with no business. I was a great hulking good-for-nothing, able to plough and reap, and earn a bare crust by the sweat of my brow, and that was all. How was it possible for me to become a dependent on you for my daily bread?"
"You would not have been a dependent, Lionel. My money would have been yours, just as my love was yours."
"Still a woman's view, my dearest," said Lionel. "The noblest and the best, I at once admit. Only, the world would never have believed that I had not married you for your fortune."
"You and I together, Lionel, could have afforded to set the world's opinion at defiance26."
Lionel ended the argument with a kiss.
A fair, sweet English face was that which nestled so lovingly on Lionel's shoulder. Edith West had large liquid dark brown eyes. Her eyebrows27 and eyelashes were nearly black, but the thick wavy28 masses of her hair had no shade deeper than that of chestnuts29 in autumn. The tints30 of the wild rose dwelt in her cheeks. About her there was a freshness, a sweetness, and a delicate grace, like that of a breezy morning in spring, when flowers are growing, and birds are singing, and all nature seems glad at heart.
"You are in mourning, Lionel," said Edith, suddenly.
"Yes; I have just lost my uncle, Mr. St. George, of Park Newton."
"I never remember to have heard you speak of him."
"Probably not. I never even saw him, never had any communication with him whatever. Nevertheless, it is to him that I owe my fortune."
"It has come to you unexpectedly?"
"Entirely31 so. Three days ago I should have laughed at the idea of being my uncle's heir: now they tell me that I am worth eleven thousand a year."
"It sounds like a fairy tale," cried Edith. "What a strange man your uncle must have been!"
"When the will was read," returned Lionel, "my first thought was of you. I said to myself, 'Has Edith forgotten me? Has she given me up? Am I too late?' I trembled to think what the answer might be. Now I tremble no longer."
"It is sweet, Lionel, to have you here, and to know that you are my own again," replied Edith. "But how much sweeter it would have been if you had come to me when you were poor, and had trusted everything to my love!"
A week passed away, each day of which saw Lionel Dering a visitor in Roehampton Terrace. Edith and he were much together. It was the happiest time they had ever known. All the freshness of their recent meeting was still upon them; besides which, their long separation had taught them to value each other more, perhaps, than they would have done, had everything gone smoothly32 with them from the first. The weather, for an English winter, was brilliant, and they rode out every morning into the country. Of an evening, Edith, Lionel, and Mrs. Garside had the drawing-room all to themselves; and although an "exposition of sleep" generally came over the elder lady after dinner, the young people never seemed to miss her society, nor were they ever heard to complain that the time hung heavily on their hands.
They were very happy. They had so much to tell each other about the past--so many golden daydreams33 to weave of what they would do in the future! Edith could never hear enough about Lionel's life at Gatehouse Farm, and about his adventure with Tom Bristow; while Lionel found himself evincing a quite novel interest in the well-being34 of sundry35 ragged-schools, homes for destitute36 children, and other philanthropic schemes of whose very existence he had been in utter ignorance only a few days before.
But everything must come to an end, and after a time there came a summons from Mr. Perrins. Lionel was wanted down at Park Newton. The old lawyer could go on no longer without him. So Edith and he were compelled to bid each other farewell for a week or two. Meanwhile, the post was to be the daily medium for the interchange of their vows37 and messages.
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