“Promise, Emilia!” said Kate.
Emilia said nothing.
Emilia looked into Kate’s face and saw it flushed with a generous eagerness, that called forth3 an answering look in her. She tried to speak, and the words died into silence. There was a pause, while each watched the other.
When one soul is grappling with another for life, such silence may last an instant too long; and Kate soon felt her grasp slipping. Momentarily the spell relaxed. Other thoughts swelled4 up, and Emilia’s eyes began to wander; delicious memories stole in, of walks through blossoming paths with Malbone,—of lingering steps, half-stifled words and sentences left unfinished;—then, alas5! of passionate6 caresses,—other blossoming paths that only showed the way to sin, but had never quite led her there, she fancied. There was so much to tell, more than could ever be explained or justified7. Moment by moment, farther and farther strayed the wandering thoughts, and when the poor child looked in Kate’s face again, the mist between them seemed to have grown wide and dense8, as if neither eyes nor words nor hands could ever meet again. When she spoke9 it was to say something evasive and unimportant, and her voice was as one from the grave.
In truth, Philip had given Emilia his heart to play with at Neuchatel, that he might beguile10 her from an attachment11 they had all regretted. The device succeeded. The toy once in her hand, the passionate girl had kept it, had clung to him with all her might; he could not shake her off. Nor was this the worst, for to his dismay he found himself responding to her love with a self-abandonment of ardor12 for which all former loves had been but a cool preparation. He had not intended this; it seemed hardly his fault: his intentions had been good, or at least not bad. This piquant13 and wonderful fruit of nature, this girlish soul, he had merely touched it and it was his. Its mere14 fragrance15 was intoxicating16. Good God! what should he do with it?
No clear answer coming, he had drifted on with that terrible facility for which years of self-indulged emotion had prepared him. Each step, while it was intended to be the last, only made some other last step needful.
He had begun wrong, for he had concealed17 his engagement, fancying that he could secure a stronger influence over this young girl without the knowledge. He had come to her simply as a friend of her Transatlantic kindred; and she, who was always rather indifferent to them, asked no questions, nor made the discovery till too late. Then, indeed, she had burst upon him with an impetuous despair that had alarmed him. He feared, not that she would do herself any violence, for she had a childish dread18 of death, but that she would show some desperate animosity toward Hope, whenever they should meet. After a long struggle, he had touched, not her sense of justice, for she had none, but her love for him; he had aroused her tenderness and her pride.
Without his actual assurance, she yet believed that he would release himself in some way from his betrothal19, and love only her.
Malbone had fortunately great control over Emilia when near her, and could thus keep the sight of this stormy passion from the pure and unconscious Hope. But a new distress20 opened before him, from the time when he again touched Hope’s hand. The close intercourse21 of the voyage had given him for the time almost a surfeit22 of the hot-house atmosphere of Emilia’s love. The first contact of Hope’s cool, smooth fingers, the soft light of her clear eyes, the breezy grace of her motions, the rose-odors that clung around her, brought back all his early passion. Apart from this voluptuousness23 of the heart into which he had fallen, Malbone’s was a simple and unspoiled nature; he had no vices24, and had always won popularity too easily to be obliged to stoop for it; so all that was noblest in him paid allegiance to Hope. From the moment they again met, his wayward heart reverted25 to her. He had been in a dream, he said to himself; he would conquer it and be only hers; he would go away with her into the forests and green fields she loved, or he would share in the life of usefulness for which she yearned26. But then, what was he to do with this little waif from the heart’s tropics,—once tampered27 with, in an hour of mad dalliance, and now adhering in-separably to his life? Supposing him ready to separate from her, could she be detached from him?
Kate’s anxieties, when she at last hinted them to Malbone, only sent him further into revery. “How is it,” he asked himself, “that when I only sought to love and be loved, I have thus entangled28 myself in the fate of others? How is one’s heart to be governed? Is there any such governing? Mlle. Clairon complained that, so soon as she became seriously attached to any one, she was sure to meet somebody else whom she liked better. Have human hearts,” he said, “or at least, has my heart, no more stability than this?”
It did not help the matter when Emilia went to stay awhile with Mrs. Meredith. The event came about in this way. Hope and Kate had been to a dinner-party, and were as usual reciting their experiences to Aunt Jane.
“Was it pleasant?” said that sympathetic lady.
“It was one of those dreadfully dark dining-rooms,” said Hope, seating herself at the open window.
“Why do they make them look so like tombs?” said Kate.
“Because,” said her aunt, “most Americans pass from them to the tomb, after eating such indigestible things. There is a wish for a gentle transition.”
“Aunt Jane,” said Hope, “Mrs. Meredith asks to have a little visit from Emilia. Do you think she had better go?”
“Mrs. Meredith?” asked Aunt Jane. “Is that woman alive yet?”
“Why, auntie!” said Kate. “We were talking about her only a week ago.”
“Perhaps so,” conceded Aunt Jane, reluctantly. “But it seems to me she has great length of days!”
“How very improperly29 you are talking, dear!” said Kate. “She is not more than forty, and you are—”
“Fifty-four,” interrupted the other.
“Then she has not seen nearly so many days as you.”
“But they are such long days! That is what I must have meant. One of her days is as long as three of mine. She is so tiresome31!”
“She does not tire you very often,” said Kate.
“She comes once a year,” said Aunt Jane. “And then it is not to see me. She comes out of respect to the memory of my great-aunt, with whom Talleyrand fell in love, when he was in America, before Mrs. Meredith was born. Yes, Emilia may as well go.”
So Emilia went. To provide her with companionship, Mrs. Meredith kindly32 had Blanche Ingleside to stay there also. Blanche stayed at different houses a good deal. To do her justice, she was very good company, when put upon her best behavior, and beyond the reach of her demure33 mamma. She was always in spirits, often good-natured, and kept everything in lively motion, you may be sure. She found it not unpleasant, in rich houses, to escape some of those little domestic parsimonies which the world saw not in her own; and to secure this felicity she could sometimes lay great restraints upon herself, for as much as twenty-four hours. She seemed a little out of place, certainly, amid the precise proprieties34 of Mrs. Meredith’s establishment. But Blanche and her mother still held their place in society, and it was nothing to Mrs. Meredith who came to her doors, but only from what other doors they came.
She would have liked to see all “the best houses” connected by secret galleries or underground passages, of which she and a few others should hold the keys. A guest properly presented could then go the rounds of all unerringly, leaving his card at each, while improper30 acquaintances in vain howled for admission at the outer wall. For the rest, her ideal of social happiness was a series of perfectly35 ordered entertainments, at each of which there should be precisely36 the same guests, the same topics, the same supper, and the same ennui37.
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passionate
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attachment
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betrothal
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intercourse
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proprieties
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