Two people, pacing the beach side by side, regarded neither the sea nor the threatened storm. Need you be told that they were Arthur Bohun and Ellen Adair. What were the winds and the waves to them in their happiness? Amidst the misery7 that was soon to set in for both, the recollection of this short time spent at Eastsea, these few weeks since their love had been declared, and their marriage was approaching, would seem as an impossible dream.
The private marriage, consented to by Mrs. Cumberland, must not be confounded with a secret marriage. It was to be kept from the world in general: but not from every friend they possessed10. Mrs. Cumberland intended to be present as Ellen's guardian11; and she very much urged that some friend of Arthur's should also attend. He acquiesced12, and fixed13 on Richard North. Captain Bohun purposed to tell his aunt, Miss Bohun, his friend in every way: but not until the wedding was over: he would trust no one beforehand, he said, excepting Mrs. Cumberland and Dick. Even Dick he did not trust yet. He commanded Dick's presence at Eastsea, telling him that his coming was imperative15: there must be no refusal. Finding Dick did not respond, Arthur wrote again; but still only mysteriously. The first letter was the one put aside by Miss Matilda North, the second was that opened by madam.
But there were moments when, in spite of his happiness, Arthur Bohun had qualms16 of conscience for his precipitation: more especially did they press upon him immediately after the marriage was decided17 upon. For, after all, he really knew nothing, or as good as nothing, of Mr. Adair's position: and the proud Bohun blood bubbled up a little, as a thought crossed him that it was just possible he might find too late that, in point of family, hers was not fitting to have mated with his.
The human heart is treacherous18: given over to self-deception, and to sophistry19. So long as a thing is coveted20, when it seems almost unattainable, we see nothing but the advantages of gaining it, the happiness it must bring. But, let this desire be attained21, and lo! we veer22 round, and repent23 our haste. Instantly every argument that could bear against it, true or false, rises up within us with mocking force, and we say, Oh that I had waited before doing this thing! It is that deceitful heart of ours that is in fault, nothing else; placing upon all things its own false colouring.
At first, as they sat together under cover of the rocks, or on the more open benches on the sands, or wandered to the inland walks and the rural lanes, his conversation would turn on Mr. Adair. But Ellen seemed to know as little of her father as he did.
"It is strange you don't remember more of him, Ellen!" he suddenly said on one occasion when he was alone with her at Mrs. Cumberland's.
"Strange! Do you think so?" returned Ellen, turning from the bay window where she was standing24. "I was sent to Europe at eight years old, and children at that age so soon forget. I seem to recollect8 a gentleman in some sort of white coat, who cried over me and kissed me, and said mamma was gone to live in heaven. His face was a pleasant one, and he had bright hair; something the colour of yours."
She thought Arthur had alluded25 to personal appearance. But he had not meant that.
"I remember another thing--that papa used to say I was just like my mother, and should grow up like her," resumed Ellen. "It seems ages ago. Perhaps when I see him I shall find that my memory has given me an ideal father, and that he is quite different from what I have pictured him."
"You know none of your Scotch26 relatives, Ellen?"
"None."
"Or where they live?"
"No."
"Why does not Mr. Adair come home?"
"I don't know. He has been thinking of it for some years; and that's why I am with Mrs. Cumberland instead of going out to him again. I am sure he must have a very high opinion of Mrs. Cumberland," added Ellen, after a pause. "His letters prove it. And he often mentions her late husband as his dear friend and chaplain. I will show you some of his letters, if you like. Would you care to see them? I keep all papa's letters."
Arthur Bohun's face lighted up at the proposition. "Yes," he said with animation27. "Yes. As many as you please."
She crossed the room to her desk, took out three or four letters indiscriminately from a bundle lying there, and brought them to him. He detained the pretty hands as well as the letters, and took some impassioned kisses from the blushing face, turned up unconsciously to his. Sweeter kisses than Arthur Bohun would ever impress upon any other face in afterlife. Ellen had almost learned not to shrink from them in her maiden28 modesty29; he vowed30 to her that they were now his best right and privilege.
But the letters told him nothing. They were evidently a gentleman's letters; but of the writer's position or family they said not a word. Arthur returned them with a half-sigh: it was of no use, he thought, to trouble himself any more about the matter. After all, his own father and Mr. Adair had been close friends in India, and that was a sort of guarantee that all must be right. This decided, he delivered himself up to his ideal happiness: and the wedding day was finally settled.
This afternoon, when they were pacing the beach, unobservant of the little clouds rising in the west, was the marriage eve. It is the last day they need thus walk together as mere31 formal acquaintances: for at that little church whose spire32 is not a stone's-throw away, they will tomorrow be made man and wife. A strange light sits on Arthur Bohun's cheek; the light of intense happiness. The day and the hour are drawing near to its realization33: and not so much as a thought has crossed his mind that any untoward34 fate can arise to mar9 it.
Ah, might not those dark clouds have read him a lesson? Just as the small circlets out there might gather into an overwhelming storm, before which both man and beast must bow their heads, so might be rising, even then, some threatening wave in the drama of his life. And it was so: though he suspected it not. Even now, as they walked, the clouds were increasing! just as the unseen thunderstorm was about to descend35 upon their lives and hearts. Suddenly, in turning to face the west, Arthur noticed the altered aspect of the sky.
"Look at those clouds, getting up! I hope the weather's not going to change for us tomorrow, Ellen. What does that mean?" he asked of a man who was doing something to his small boat, now high and dry upon the beach.
The sailor glanced up indifferently.
"It means a storm, master."
"Shall we get it here, do you think?"
"Ay, sir. Not till tomorrow, maybe. I fancy we shall, though"--giving a look round, as if he could see the storm in the air. "I knowed there was going to be a change."
"How did you know it?"
"Us fishermen sees a storm afore it comes, master. My foot tells it me besides. I got him jammed once, and he have had the weather in him ever since."
They walked on. "That will be two untoward events for us," remarked Captain Bohun; but he spoke36 with a smile, as if no untoward events could mar their happiness. "We want a third to complete it, don't we, Ellen?"
"What are the two?"
"The bad weather threatened for tomorrow; and Dick's non-arrival is the other. I am vexed37 at that."
For, on this same morning, Mrs. Cumberland had received a letter from her son. Amidst other items of news, Dr. Rane mentioned that Richard North was absent: it was supposed in Belgium, but no one knew positively38 where. This explained Richard's silence to Captain Bohun, and put an end to the hope that Richard would be at the wedding. Dr. Rane also stated another thing, which was anything but pleasant news: that beyond all doubt fever was breaking out at Dallory, though it was not yet publicly known. The doctor added that he feared it would prove of a malignant39 type, and he felt glad that his mother was away. Bessy was well, and sent her love.
"Will you rest a little before going in?"
They were passing the favourite old seat under the rocks. Ellen acquiesced, and they sat down. The black clouds grew larger and higher: but, absorbed in their own plans, their own happiness, had the heavens become altogether overshadowed it would have been as nothing to them. In low tones they conversed40 together of the future; beginning with the morrow, ending they knew not where. Their visions were of the sweetest rose-colour; they fully41 believed that bliss42 so great as their own had never been found on earth. His arm was round Ellen as they sat, her hand lay in his, her head seemed resting against his heart. To all intents and purposes they seemed as entirely43 alone in this sheltered nook as they could have been in the wilds of the desert. The beach was shingly44; footsteps could not approach without being heard: had any one passed, they would have been seen sitting as decorously apart as though they had quarrelled: but the shore seemed deserted45 this afternoon.
The arrangement for the marriage was as follows:--At half-past eleven o'clock, Arthur, Ellen, and Mrs. Cumberland would enter the little church by a private door, and the ceremony would take place. Richard North was to have given her away, but that was over now. Arthur held the licence; he had made a friend of the clergyman, and all would be done quietly. He and Ellen were to go away for a few days; she would then return home with Mrs. Cumberland, and be to the world still as Miss Adair. After that, Arthur would take his own time, and be guided by circumstances for declaring the marriage: but he meant, if possible, to at once introduce Ellen to his aunt, Miss Bohun.
And Ellen Adair? Not a scruple46 rested on her mind, not a doubt or hesitation47 on her heart; her father had given his cordial approbation--as expressed in the letter to Mrs. Cumberland--and she was full of peace.
"Did you feel that, Ellen?"
A faint, quivering breeze had seemed to pass over them with sudden sharpness, and to die away in a moan.
Some white sails out at sea flapped a little, and the boats turned homewards.
"We had better be going, too, my love; or we may have it upon us."
She rose as he spoke, and they walked away. The sky was growing darker; the shades of evening were beginning to gather. Mrs. Cumberland had been lying down and was dressing48, the maid said--if Captain Bohun would wait. Ellen took off her bonnet49 and mantle50.
"Whilst we are alone, let me see that I have not made a mistake in the size, Ellen."
Taking from his pocket a bit of tissue-paper, he unfolded it and disclosed a wedding-ring. Ellen blushed vividly51 as he tried it on. "I--thought," she timidly began, "that you meant this to be my wedding-ring"--indicating the plain gold one she habitually52 wore on her right hand.
"No. Rane bought that one. This will be mine."
It fitted exactly. Captain Bohun had not allowed for the probability of those fragile fingers growing larger with years. As he held it on for a minute, their eyes met. Ellen suddenly recalled that long-past day in Dallory Church, when she had taken off Maria Warne's ring for Bessy North, the after-scene in the carriage, when Arthur Bohun put the other one on, and his sweet words: lastly, the scene in the garden when he put it on again. This was time the third.
"If this should ever become too small for me?" she murmured, as he took it off the finger.
"Oh, but that--if ever--won't be for ages and ages."
Not for ages, and ages! If, in their innocent unconsciousness, they could only have seen the cruel Fate that was already coiling its meshes53 around them!
The storm did not come that night. But whether, in revenge for the delay, it chose to expend54 itself with double violence, certain it was that such a storm had seldom been seen at Eastsea as raged in the morning. The sky was lurid55 and angry; the sea tossed itself in great waves; the wind whistled and shrieked56; the rain dashed furiously down at intervals57: all nature seemed at warfare58.
In much distress59 lay Mrs. Cumberland. Exceedingly subject of late to outer influences, whether it might be the storm that affected60 her, she knew not, but she felt unable to rise from her bed. The hour for the marriage was drawing on. It had been fixed for half-past eleven. The clergyman had a funeral at half-past ten; and Mrs. Cumberland had said that she herself could not be ready before that time. At a little after eleven Arthur Bohun came up in the fly that was to convey them to church. Mrs. Cumberland sent to ask him to go upstairs to her; and he found her in tears. A curious eight in so self-contained a woman.
"I cannot help it, Captain Bohun: indeed I cannot. Had not the marriage better be put off for a day? I may be better tomorrow."
"Certainly not," he answered. "Why should it be put off? I am very sorry for Ellen's sake; she would have felt happier had you been in church. But your presence is not essential to the ceremony, Mrs. Cumberland."
"Her father and mother were my dear friends. It seems as though I should fail in my duty if I were to allow her to go to church without me."
Arthur Bohun laughed. He would not listen to a word--was it likely that he would do so? In less than an hour's time all responsibility in regard to Ellen would be transferred to himself, he answered, for he should be her husband.
"The marriage will be perfectly61 legal, dear Mrs. Cumberland, though you do not witness it," were his last words as he went downstairs.
Ellen was ready. She wore an ordinary silk dress of light quiet colour, and a plain white bonnet: such as she might have walked out in at Eastsea. There was nothing, save her pale face and quivering lips, to denote that she was a bride. To have to go to church alone was very unpalatable to her, and she could with difficulty suppress her tears.
"My dearest love, I am more grieved at it for your sake than you can be," he whispered. "Take a little courage, Ellen; it will soon be over. Once you are my wife, I will strive to shelter you from all vexation."
But this illness of Mrs. Cumberland's made a slight alteration62 in the programme. For Arthur Bohun to go out with Mrs. Cumberland and Ellen in a fly, was nothing; he sometimes accompanied them in their drives: but to go out alone with Ellen, and in that storm, would have excited the curiosity of Ann and the other servants. Arthur Bohun rapidly decided to walk to church, braving the rain: Ellen must follow in the fly. There was no time to be lost. It was twenty minutes past eleven.
"Shall I put you in the carriage first, Ellen?" he stayed to ask.
"No. I think you had better not."
"My darling, you will come?"
Did a doubt cross him, that he should say this? But she answered that she would: he saw she spoke sincerely. He wrung63 her hand and went out to the door.
Had the fly multiplied itself into two flies?--and were they squabbling for precedence? Certainly two were there: and the one wet driver was abusing the other wet driver for holding his place before the door, and not allowing him to draw up to it.
"Arthur! Good Heavens, how fortunate I am! Arthur Bohun! don't you see me?"
Every drop of blood in Arthur Bohun's veins64 seemed to stand still and turn to ice as he recognized his mother's voice and his mother's face. Madam, driven hastily from the railway-station, had come to bear him off bodily. That his wedding was over for that day, instinct at once told him: she would have gone to church and forbidden the banns. He stepped to the fly door.
In afterlife, he could never clearly recall these next few minutes. Madam spoke of the telegram that had been received at Dallory. She said--giving to matters her own colouring--that James Bohun was in extremity65; that he only waited to see Arthur to die; that he was asking for him: not a moment was to be lost. She had hastened to London on receipt of the telegram, and had now come down to fetch him.
"Step in, Arthur. We must catch the quarter-to-twelve train."
"I--I cannot go," he answered.
"Not go!" screamed madam. "But I command you to go. Would you disobey the last wishes of a dying man?"
Well, no; he felt that he could not do that. "A quarter to twelve?" he said rather dreamily. "You must wait, madam, whilst I speak to Mrs. Cumberland. There's plenty of time."
He went in with his tale, and up to Mrs. Cumberland, as one in a dream. He was forced to go, he bewailed, but not for more than a day, when he should be back to complete the marriage. What could she answer? In her bewilderment, she scarcely understood what had happened. Leaping downstairs again, he closed the door of the sitting-room66 upon himself and Ellen, and clasped her to his heart.
"My darling! But for this, you would have been on your way to become my wife. Come what may, Ellen, I shall be down again within a few hours. God bless you, my love! Take care of these."
They were the ring and licence; he handed them to her lest he might lose them. Before Ellen could recover herself, whilst yet her face was glowing with his farewell kisses, he was being rattled67 away in the fly with madam to the station.
Crafty68 madam! Waiting in the fly at the door and making her observations, she had read what the signs meant almost as surely as though she had been told. The other fly waiting, and Ellen dressed; going out in it on that stormy day; Arthur out of mourning, his attire69 covered with a light overcoat. She guessed the truth (aided by the mysterious hint in the letter she had opened) and believed surely that nothing less than a MARRIAGE had she interrupted. Not a word said she on the way to the station. Getting him away was a great victory: it would not do to risk marring it. But when they were in the train, and the whistle had sounded, and they were fairly off, then madam spoke. They had the compartment70 to themselves.
"Arthur, you cannot deceive me: any attempt to do so would be useless. You were about to marry Ellen Adair."
She spoke quietly, almost affectionately; when the bosom71 is beating with a horrible dread72, it produces calmness of manner rather than passion. For a single moment there wavered in Arthur Bohun's mind a doubt as to whether it should be avowal73 or evasion74, but not for longer. As it had come to this, why he must take his standing, He raised his head proudly.
"Eight, mother. I am going to wed14 Ellen Adair."
Madam's pulses began to beat nineteen to the dozen. Her head grew hot, her hands cold.
"You were, you mean, Arthur."
"Yes. Put it as you like. What was interrupted to-day, will be concluded tomorrow. As soon as I have seen James, I shall return to Eastsea."
"Arthur! Arthur Bohun! It must never be concluded, Never."
"Pardon me, mother. I am my own master."
"A Bohun may not wed shame and disgrace."
"Shame and disgrace cannot attach to her. Madam, I must beg you to remember that in a few hours that young lady will be my wife. Do not try my temper too sorely."
"No, not to her, but to her father," panted madam--and Arthur felt frightened, he knew not why, at her strong emotion. "Would you wed the daughter of a--a----"
Madam paused. Arthur looked at her; his compressed lips trembled just a little.
"Of a what, mother? Pray go on."
"Of everything that is bad. A forger75. A convict."
There was a dead pause. Nothing to be heard but the whirling train. "A--what?" gasped76 Captain Bohun, when he could get back his breath.
"A CONVICT," burst forth77 madam in a scream; for her agitation78 was becoming irrepressible. "Why do you make me repeat painful things?"
"Mother! Of whom do you speak?"
"Of her father: William Adair."
He fell back in the carriage as one who is shot. As one from whom life and all that can make it sweet, had suddenly gone out for ever.

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n.[军事]间隔( interval的名词复数 );间隔时间;[数学]区间;(戏剧、电影或音乐会的)幕间休息 | |
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n.战争(状态);斗争;冲突 | |
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n.苦恼,痛苦,不舒适;不幸;vt.使悲痛 | |
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adv.完美地,无可非议地,彻底地 | |
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n.变更,改变;蚀变 | |
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绞( wring的过去式和过去分词 ); 握紧(尤指别人的手); 把(湿衣服)拧干; 绞掉(水) | |
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veins
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n.纹理;矿脉( vein的名词复数 );静脉;叶脉;纹理 | |
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extremity
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n.末端,尽头;尽力;终极;极度 | |
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n.(BrE)客厅,起居室 | |
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慌乱的,恼火的 | |
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adj.狡猾的,诡诈的 | |
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v.穿衣,装扮[同]array;n.衣着;盛装 | |
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compartment
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n.卧车包房,隔间;分隔的空间 | |
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bosom
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n.胸,胸部;胸怀;内心;adj.亲密的 | |
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vt.担忧,忧虑;惧怕,不敢;n.担忧,畏惧 | |
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avowal
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n.公开宣称,坦白承认 | |
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n.逃避,偷漏(税) | |
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v.伪造;n.(钱、文件等的)伪造者 | |
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v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 );喘息;倒抽气;很想要 | |
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n.搅动;搅拌;鼓动,煽动 | |
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