Brandon was dignified1 yet affable, he was properly appreciative2 of his Excellency's courtesy, a bit diffident about imposing3 upon his hospitality, and thoroughly4 considerate in everything; in short, the well-bred gentleman—natural, free from affectations, and, apparently5, sincere.
So he impressed Colonel Sharpe; so he impressed every one. He would be an addition to the company, they all agreed, when he and Parkington had gone to their room to dress.
The Nelson was arrived that morning from England, and the Governor's mail had been sent down by the pinnace. In the bag, were several communications for Miss Stirling, which he passed over with a jocular remark. Excusing herself, she retired6 to a quiet corner of the library to read them. While thus engaged, Captain Herford entered, and tried to engage her in talk; but she sent him away, rather petulantly7, and then, hiding herself in a window embrasure, went on with her reading.
Two of the letters were of casual interest—the[Pg 272] doings of the writers on their country estates—and were not remarkable8 either for correct spelling or polished diction. The third and last, however, was of better stuff.
It was from Lady Catherwood, written from London,—before she had received Miss Stirling's letter to her, of course—and had in it much gossip, a little scandal, and, then, just before the close, was this:—
"There is an interesting Piece of Gossip, which I all but forgot to tell you. It seems, Lord Baltimore has tired of certain Gentlemen, who are his particular Toad-eaters, and has taken Means to get rid of them.
"One has gone to Maryland, with letters of Introduction to the Governor, your Uncle, trusting to make his way with the Gentlemen of the Colony, and, incidentally, to make as much Money off them as they will permit—which, I Dare say, will not be Excessive, for a more Unattractive little Rogue9 it would be hard to find outside a jail. He is small, and fat, and bald, and is scarcely ever Sober, when he has some one to pay for the Liquor; and, naturally, he is a Vile10 little Beast in other ways—Comprenez vous? A thoroughly disreputable fellow, Catherwood says, and one whom Baltimore ought to be Ashamed to send his Colony; but Baltimore is not Ashamed of anything, save leading a decent life.
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"I give you this, for your own Information—not because I think there is any likelihood of your falling a Victim to Sir Edward's wiles—but to warn you, and also Colonel Sharpe, if you think well to meddle11 in his business. The name of this wretch12 is Sir Edward Parkington——"
Martha Stirling read the last line thrice, to make sure she saw aright.
"Sir Edward Parkington!" she reflected—"is small, and fat, and bald, and scarcely ever sober! and a vile little beast in other ways—Comprenez vous? Yes, my dear, I comprehend. And what is more, I comprehend that he is not our Sir Edward. Between the leaving London and the arrival at Annapolis, there was a change of men.—But the letters of introduction are the same—how did they happen to change hands?"
She sat a while, thinking deeply. Should she tell the Governor? Should she preserve the secret, tell no one? Should she demand the truth of Parkington himself, and let his story determine her future action? She heard him and Brandon descend13 the stairs, and go out on the esplanade. Brandon! he knew the secret—he knew that Parkington was an impostor—he knew all. She had heard Constable14's story of the meeting at the Coffee-house—the surprise shown. Bah! it was prearranged, determined15 upon beforehand; a play, acted for the express benefit of the onlookers16.—Should she block[Pg 274] it, now, walk out and, before the whole company, read Lady Catherwood's letter? It would be effective—far more so than his play at the Coffee-house. In fact, it would be conclusive17.—Yet, he had always been very gallant18 to her, very devoted19, very sympathetic. (She looked out through the window.) Yes, and he was a gentleman, too. No man had such manners, such grace, such ease of bearing, otherwise.
The longer she looked, the more her heart misgave20 her. She could not do it. She would wait until after supper, take him for a walk, down to the water, and get him to confess the masquerade and the reason for it. She refused to think that there was any wrong intended. He was better than the real Sir Edward, a thousand times better. And she liked him—liked him more than any man she had ever met, save only Richard Maynadier; and Richard Maynadier (she had known it since the night he kissed her, at Hedgely Hall) was not for her. There was no love in his lips, though there had been plenty of ardor21.
A little twinge of bitterness took possession of her. Why was she born poor?—why could she not have had rank and riches instead of beauty?
Presently, she saw the butler go out and announce supper; she arose and joined the party as they came trooping in.
She had Parkington and Brandon on either hand, and she watched them, covertly22, all through the[Pg 275] meal, trying to pick some flaw in their bearing, something that would not be quite right in their behaviour. But she failed—as she had felt sure she would. They had only to be natural, to be themselves, to ring true. Parkington he was not, and Brandon might be false, also, but, assuredly, they came of the stock they professed—and, may be, of better.
"I have got something to say to you, when you join us," she whispered to Sir Edward, as the ladies arose to retire. "Don't be overlong."
"I will come at once," he said, as he drew back her chair.
"No—in a half hour. I will be down in the rose-walk, you may join me there."
"On the instant!" he exclaimed—and watched her as she went slowly down the table, flinging a bantering23 word, here and there, the men bowing, and smiling, and flinging it back again.
"Yes, you may well look at her," said Brandon. "She has the beauty and grace of the best of them at Court. She is the Governor's niece, I take it?"
Parkington nodded. "But she is poor—and, I think, has a little too much morals to get on at Court."
"She will not let her face and figure purchase her place, you mean? I see.—You have decided24 to go home?" he asked suddenly.
[Pg 276]
"And do you want to be sure of the old Earl's forgiveness?"
"I should not refuse it," said Parkington, smiling.
"Then, marry Miss Stirling—she can wheedle26 him, I warrant; and, besides, he will be forced to admit that you have given some evidence of reform by doing it."
"And Miss Stirling, shall I carry her off by force and marry her, or simply drug her!" laughed Parkington.
"Neither—tell her the truth. I will be much surprised, if she does not jump at the chance to get the son of the Earl of Doncaster, even though he is not the heir. Moreover, man, she is fond of you; one did not need to do more than see her at table, this evening, to appreciate it."
"You are fertile of schemes," was the answer.
"I am—and they are usually good schemes; it is an indispensable requisite27 of the pirate business."
Parkington drew over the port, and replenished28 his glass.
"But it risks everything on the Earl," he objected. "If he refuse to be lenient—if he prosecutes29?"
"He will not."
"I must think over it—and, then, marriage is a serious question, my friend, a serious question!"
"Is it any more serious to marry Miss Stirling, than it is to marry Miss Marbury?" asked Brandon.
[Pg 277]
"Well, in the one case, my mind was made up."
"How about the lady's mind?"
"I admit I do not know."
"Was it she in blue and pink, at the other end of the table?"
"The same—she sat next to Constable."
Brandon laughed lightly, "I am a stranger, here," he said, "but there is only one, in this company, who has any attraction for her:—the tall, grave, exceedingly good-looking man of middle age across the table. Maynadier, I think the Governor called him."
"He is only a friend of the family—the best friend, likely—nothing more."
"I am not answering as to him," said Brandon. "You are not thinking of marrying Mr. Maynadier, I take it." He pushed back his chair with the others, and arose. "Consider it—sound Miss Stirling—see if she be likely to accept. At any rate, I tell you, again, Miss Marbury is not for you—and neither is residence in Maryland."
"Very good—I shall sound her, and tell you how it appears. I have an appointment with her, now," said Parkington.
On the way out, Miss Marbury hailed him.
"Come here!" she said, with pretty peremptoriness30. "Come here, and tell me how you are—I have not seen you for a long, long time."
"And my days have been dreary31 as winter in[Pg 278] consequence, full of rain and melancholy," replied Parkington.
He offered her his arm.
"To the Bay and back again?" he asked.
"Why, back again?" she laughed.
"Because I thought it the only way to get you. But, if you will," (bending down) "it shall be to Annapolis and St. Anne's Rector, ere we come back again."
She looked up at him with merry eyes—a charming picture in the moonlight.
"Let us first go to the Bay," she said; "perhaps, we shall not care to go farther."
And Martha Stirling, from the rose-walk, saw them go. And surprise grew slowly to amazement33, and then—as the minutes fled, and they returned not—the surprise changed into anger, sharp and sudden. And she left the rose-walk, and hastened to the Governor.
She found him in his apartment, in converse34 with Richard Maynadier. Both men arose, when she entered, and the latter made a move to retire. She stopped him.
"Just a moment, Mr. Maynadier," she said—"I want only to give this letter to Colonel Sharpe. It contains some information which it seems well he should have at once.—It is from Lady Catherwood, sir," she added; "it came this evening, and, though[Pg 279] only a woman's letter, this part," (indicating) "will prove very interesting reading."
She handed the letter to him, shot Maynadier a bewitching smile, dropped them both a curtsy, and was gone.
"Your pardon, a moment!" said the Governor.... At the end, he passed the letter across to Maynadier, and his face was troubled.
"Miss Stirling was right," he said. "But it is more than interesting—unfortunate, I should term it."
Maynadier read it carefully before answering—then, he put it slowly down.
"What course will you pursue?" he asked. "The evidence is all but conclusive, now."
The Governor sent cloud after cloud of smoke ceiling-ward.
"I shall demand an explanation," he replied; "lay down the proofs, and give him a chance to disprove; and do it quietly—there is no need to proclaim my error."
"You are not at fault—the letters were authentic," said Maynadier.
"Possibly not—but I shall bear the blame, nevertheless, of having made the imposition possible. I do not like it! Maynadier, I do not like it! If I thought he would depart with Brandon, I would——" he broke off and shook his head in indecision. "He has done no one, so far as we know, an injury—other than to enter their houses[Pg 280] under a false name. He has, even then, compensated35 for his entertainment by his genialness and his courtesy. It will raise a nasty scandal, and accomplish no real good. If there were any crime, for which he was responsible, it would be quite different. I grant you, he played cards for a high stake, and usually with success, but no one accuses him of cheating—and there were those who were willing to play."
"And, in addition, you like him!" laughed Maynadier.
"But the fact remains37, that he is not Sir Edward Parkington. How will you answer, if it ever become known—even after he has departed? 'I knew it,' or, 'I did not know'?"
"I knew it."
"Then, how explain your failure to unmask him?"
"I should decline to explain," said the Governor.
"Such would be your privilege. I admit the matter (as it appears now) is purely38 one of ethics39, and expediency—and there are things to be said on both sides."
"How would you decide it, Maynadier?"
"I do not know—I am glad it is not necessary that I decide it."
Colonel Sharpe flung his pipe on the table, scattering40 the hot ashes broadcast.
[Pg 281]
"Damn it! Maynadier, I do not know what to do!" he exclaimed. "I shall put it off until morning; sleep, sometimes, solves problems."
Maynadier arose. "And Miss Stirling," he said—"she will not disclose what is in the letter?"
"Where have you been, sir?" Miss Marbury inquired, as Maynadier came face to face with her in the drawing-room doorway42.
"Not where I wanted to be," he said.
"And where is that?"
"Where I am, now."
"A very pretty place," she answered, with a glance around; "but I should think one, out of doors on such a night, were vastly preferable."
"With you in it?" he asked.
She seemed to hesitate, watching him, the while, through half-closed eyes.
"If you wish, sir—wait until I get a fan.... Now, I am ready."
"I may select the place?" he said.
"You may," laughing; "will it be in the centre of the party, or just to one side?"
"A little to one side," he answered—"by as far as the Bay is from the house."
"Goodness, Dick, you are growing very venturesome—next you will be inviting43 me to go where Sir Edward——"
"Yes," he said—"where Sir Edward?"
[Pg 282]
"No—no, that would be telling."
"You used to tell me everything," he said.
"Yes—before I grew up and put on the ways of society."
"And how long has that been?"
"Since the last night of the party at Hedgely Hall," she answered.
"You mean, since you saw me kiss Miss Stirling?"
"Perhaps."
"It was a mistake, I admit it!"
"A mistake to be caught?" she laughed. "I grant it."
"Yes—a mistake to be caught—and a mistake to kiss her."
"Only when you have been caught! No! no! Dick, you cannot make me think it ever a mistake to kiss a pretty girl—and the girl be willing."
"You have learned the ways of society very thoroughly."
"I have had excellent teachers."
"Teachers?" he inflected—"there have been more than myself?"
"Monsieur! am I a pretty girl? Think you that I have never been—that no one has ever wanted to kiss me?"
"You cannot do it, Judith!" he laughed.
"Cannot do what?"
"Make me believe that any one ever——"
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"Wanted to kiss me? Thank you, Mr. Maynadier!" with a toss of her head.
"No, that any one ever kissed you—until this moment."
And straightway he took her in his arms.
She pushed him from her, at last, and sprang back.
"Just what do you mean, sir?" she demanded—"just what do you mean?"
She was making a desperate effort to appear indignant.
"Mean?" he exclaimed, "you know what it means! Judith, you love me, don't you, sweetheart?"
"Am I to take that as a proposal?" she asked.
"Surely, dear——"
"Then, do you not think, sir, it would be a trifle more appropriate to confess your own feelings, rather than to inquire as to mine?"
"But you know I love you!"
"You have never taken the trouble to tell me."
"My lips told you?"
"I did not hear them."
"When I kissed you?"
"I am not familiar with the language, sir," retreating.
He stopped.
"That is better, sir," she replied; "more [Pg 284]according to custom. Have you spoken to my father?"
"I have his permission—if you are willing?"
"Why, Dick, I think I have been always willing," she said, and went to him. "It is you—who—have—not—known."
The last words were whispered and broken.
* * * * * * * * *
"You are frightfully hard on one's coiffure, dear," she said, presently, putting him aside, and stepping back. "Did you disarrange Miss Stirling's so completely?"
He surveyed her critically.
"Rather more so, I think," he answered.
"You wretch!" she exclaimed. "You need not have confessed it!"
"But you wanted the truth," with a sly smile.
"No, I did not want the truth!—No, sir! go away—I will not! Not another one until we say good night. Is it a bargain?"
"I suppose so—yes, it is a bargain," he replied.
"Very well, sir—now, because you are so good, I shall tell you a secret."
"A sugar plum for the child!" he laughed.
"A man always wants a sugar plum for being good," she reflected.
"And the secret?" he said.
"It has to do with Sir Edward Parkington," she answered.—"We walked down to the water,[Pg 285] after supper, and he was—very devoted," (with a sidelong glance at Maynadier).
"I should hope so," he remarked.
"He took my hand——"
"Huh!" said Maynadier.
"And commented on the contour of my cheek——"
"Huh!" said Maynadier, again.
"And the beauty of my hair——"
No response!
"And the flawlessness of my complexion——"
"And he was good enough to say my mouth was a perfect bow——"
Another cut with the walking stick, more savage!
"Just made for kisses——"
"Yes!" said Maynadier, and stopped.
"And then,——" she went on.
"I suppose he kissed you!" Maynadier exclaimed.
"No!" she said—"No, he only proposed—Oh! he did it much nicer than you, Dick! No man could ever have done it better."
"And what did you do?" said Maynadier, frowning.
"What do you think I did?"
He made a gesture, signifying that she might have done anything.
She laughed softly, and slipped her hand through his arm.
[Pg 286]
"You are a little, just a little jealous, dear,—confess it?" she said.
"No—I am not exactly jealous—but, oh hang it! Judith, what did you do?"
"You remember the evening at Hedgely Hall, when you told me that Sir Edward was not Sir Edward?" she asked. "Well, it happened he had been growing a little ardent48 about that time, and I thought I would try an experiment. (It was not, I reckon, an altogether nice thing to do—but I did it; and I am telling it only to you, Dick, remember!) I drew him on—rather, I let him draw himself on; he needed very little encouragement. And I did it, because, it seemed to me, when he proposed, he also would have to disclose his real name, and the reason for the masquerade. Nothing would kill a prospect49 of marriage so effectively as concealment50."
"That can be true only if he intended to remain in America," observed Maynadier.
"And he had already sounded me, tentatively, on that very idea," she answered. "I thought it was all fol-de-rol, at first; but I concluded differently, when he deliberately51 referred to it several times, and insisted that he was considering it very seriously. At all events, we played the game. We made fair progress at Hedgely Hall——"
"Yes, I rather think you did——"
"Particularly, when I saw how rapidly you had progressed with Miss Stirling," she retorted.—"And we did better at Montpelier,"—she went on—"and [Pg 287]still better at Sotterly. But he never quite reached the point—he came up almost to it, many times, then veered52 off, as gracefully53 as ship before the wind. I could see, or thought I could, what was in his mind. He was not quite sure, whether it was safe, yet, to doff54 his borrowed identity, either because he was not quite certain of himself, or because he was not quite sure of me. Such was the situation, when I left Sotterly, being called suddenly to Hedgely Hall.
"I did not see him, again, until this evening—and, at once, when we started on our walk after supper, I noticed the change. He was going to declare himself; indeed, we had not got to the rose-walk, until he had suggested, in a laughing way, that we continue on to Annapolis and St. Anne's Rectory on Hanover Street.... When we came back, half an hour or so later, I had the story. He did not bind55 me to secrecy56. He was the high-bred gentleman in that, as he always has been with me—he even told me I should tell you, if I cared to do so. He assumed that you were—the one, Dick. And this is his story:—
"He is the son of the Earl of Doncaster—a second son. He disgraced himself, somehow, and, to avoid prosecution57, fled to this country. On the voyage, he became acquainted with Sir Edward Parkington—their ship went down, near St. Mary's, during a storm, and all the rest on board were lost. He and Parkington's dead body were cast up on[Pg 288] the sands, together. He took Parkington's letters, presented them to Governor Sharpe as his own,—and that is all.—He is going back to England with his friend, Sir Charles Brandon."
"And how did Sir Charles——" Maynadier began; then, he stopped. (He was about to ask, how Brandon, knowing his rightful name, yet called him Parkington at the Coffee-house, when, according to report, it was a genuine surprise)—"how do you know," he amended58, "that the confession59 is not false—how do you know that he is the son of the Earl of Doncaster, or that Brandon is Brandon?"
"I do not know," she answered—"more than this: he is a gentleman—and I believe his story."
"The tenderness which a woman always feels for the man who has proposed to her," thought Maynadier, looking down at her with steady eyes.
"You are not angry, Dick?" she said.
"Angry, sweetheart!" he said. "No! no! but let us forget Parkington, and Brandon, and all else, and talk of you, and Rose Hill, and the Mistress Richard Maynadier that is to be."
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