When the question of her own future came up before her, she was perplexed3, and with reason. Save Mrs. Sheldon, she had no near relatives, and she did not feel inclined to set up an independent establishment for herself, and live alone—that is, until she should marry. At present there was no prospect4 of[Pg 277] marriage. Of suitors who had offered themselves there was no lack, but on none of them did she for a moment seriously think. So far as they were concerned she was heart-whole. Had she never met one to whom she could fancy herself happily united? If so, she had not admitted it even to herself.
On the day after the conversation with her aunt, she was sitting idly at her desk, her mind occupied by the embarrassments5 of her position, when the servant entered the room.
"A lady? Who is it? Did she give you her card?"
"No, Miss Grace."
"Did you ever see her before?"
"She has never been here before. I think, Miss Grace," added the girl, hesitating, "that it is some one in trouble."
"What makes you think so, Jane?"
"Because she looks so sad."
"Does she seem like a poor woman?"
"She was dressed very respectably," answered Jane, who appeared to be in doubt how to answer the question.
"Tell her I will be down directly," said Grace, who could not find it in her heart to refuse a person in trouble, though she suspected there would be an appeal[Pg 278] for money. As she was known to be an heiress, such applications were of very common occurrence.
Five minutes later Grace entered the drawing-room.
She rose as Grace entered, but in the imperfect light the young lady did not recognize her.
"Miss Dearborn, you do not remember me?" she said.
"I cannot at this moment recall you," was the answer.
"I am Mrs. Vernon."
"The artist's mother," said Grace, quickly.
"The same."
"I hope all is well with you—and him! You look sad."
"I have reason to be, Miss Dearborn. My poor son is very sick. I do not know if he will live."
Grace could not account for the effect of these words, or for the thrill of emotion which agitated9 her, for she had not read the secret of her own heart.
"How long has this been?" she asked, hurriedly.
"For a week only. Frederic seems to be suffering from a slow fever, and the physician tells me that the chief difficulty in the way of recovery is the mental depression which weighs him down."
"No; he has been unusually prosperous, and has on hand more orders than he could attend to if he were in health."
"Have you any knowledge of any other cause for his depression?"
"Yes, Miss Dearborn; I know it only too well. It is for this I came here to see you."
"Name it. If there is anything I can do——"
"Don't promise too hastily. You may be offended if I tell you my poor boy's secret."
"Plainly then, my dear young lady, he is madly, hopelessly in love with you."
Grace half-rose from her seat, while her expressive13 face showed a variety of contending emotions.
"Do not be angry," implored14 Mrs. Vernon. "The poor boy cannot help it. He never would have dared speak to you, nor would he have allowed me to come to you had he known my intention."
"May you not be mistaken?" asked Grace, in a low voice.
"No; he has spoken to me more than once about his love, and in his delirium15 your name has been constantly upon his lips."
[Pg 280]Grace was deeply moved.
"I did not dream of this," she said; "it distresses16 me."
"I knew you would sympathize with us," said the poor mother.
"I should like to do more. Tell me—what can I do for you both?"
"I was about to tell you. Are you willing to call on my poor boy, to let him see you once more? A few kind words would do him much good, and perhaps turn the scales in his favor."
"I will go—I will go at once, if you wish me."
"How kind you are! No wonder my poor boy loves you. Oh, Miss Dearborn, I wish you were poor like ourselves, so that Frederic might have some hope of gaining your hand. I know of course it is useless. He is a poor artist—you a rich heiress, and a favorite in society."
They were modest, but no longer humble18. As the young artist prospered19 he took care to remove his mother from the poor home which they had been forced to occupy, and were at present in neat apartments, in a respectable part of the city.
"I will go in and prepare him," said the mother.
[Pg 281]Grace remained waiting in the outer room till, summoned by Mrs. Vernon, she entered the sick-chamber.
The artist was reclining on the bed, his face thinned, and his eyes unnaturally20 bright with fever. Over his wasted face there came a look of glad rapture21 as he saw the one he loved enter the room.
"Grace—Miss Dearborn!" he cried. "This is, indeed, kind. Mother, you did not tell me who had come to see me."
"No; I wished to surprise you, my boy."
"It is a glad surprise," he murmured.
"I am sorry to see you so ill, Mr. Vernon," said Grace.
"I am so sorry to see you so ill, Mr. Vernon," said Grace, approaching, with a look of pity on her face. "Why did I not know before that you were ill?"
"I did not know that you would care—much," he said, slowly.
"I do care much; I look upon you as a valued friend."
His eyes fell as he heard these words. Yes, she looked upon him as a friend; but with that he felt he never could be content.
"Thank you," he said; "you were always kind." After a pause, he said:
"Miss Dearborn, I am afraid you would no longer be kind if you knew all."
"I am sure there is nothing that would change my good opinion of you."
[Pg 282]"Ah! but there may be. If you knew how presumptuous22 I have been! I have a great mind to tell you, if you will first promise me your forgiveness."
"I promise it!" said Grace, in a low voice.
"Then, Miss Dearborn, Grace, forgetting the difference between us, forgetting that you were a rich and brilliant heiress, and I a poor and struggling artist, I confess that I have dared to love you!"
She did not start nor exhibit surprise, for she had been forewarned. Instead she smiled.
"Then you are not angry?" he asked, eagerly.
"No; why should I be when an honorable man—a man of talent—pays me the highest compliment in his power."
"Thank you. You make me very happy," sighed Vernon, with relief. "Ah! if things were different, if you were poor I might hope that you would look upon me with favor."
"Is my fortune such an impediment then, Frederic?" asked Grace, smiling.
"Surely," he exclaimed, his face glowing with sudden hope, "you do not mean——"
"I mean that there is nothing in your proposal to offend me. I mean that, if you will give me time, I[Pg 283] will question my own heart, and if it responds, my fortune shall not separate us."
"God bless you!" exclaimed Vernon, and his face wore a look of happiness to which it had long been a stranger.
Do any of my readers doubt how it will end?
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