Nobly, as the thing is high;
Bravely, as for life and death —
With a loyal gravity.
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Point her to the starry2 skies,
Guard her, by your truthful3 words,
Pure from courtship’s flatteries.’
— MRS. BROWNING.
‘Mr. Henry Lennox.’ Margaret had been thinking of him only a moment before, and remembering his inquiry4 into her probable occupations at home. It was ‘parler du soleil et l’on en voit les rayons;’ and the brightness of the sun came over Margaret’s face as she put down her board, and went forward to shake hands with him. ‘Tell mamma, Sarah,’ said she. ‘Mamma and I want to ask you so many questions about Edith; I am so much obliged to you for coming.’
‘Did not I say that I should?’ asked he, in a lower tone than that in which she had spoken.
‘But I heard of you so far away in the Highlands that I never thought Hampshire could come in.
‘Oh!’ said he, more lightly, ‘our young couple were playing such foolish pranks6, running all sorts of risks, climbing this mountain, sailing on that lake, that I really thought they needed a Mentor7 to take care of them. And indeed they did; they were quite beyond my uncle’s management, and kept the old gentleman in a panic for sixteen hours out of the twenty-four. Indeed, when I once saw how unfit they were to be trusted alone, I thought it my duty not to leave them till I had seen them safely embarked8 at Plymouth.’
‘Have you been at Plymouth? Oh! Edith never named that. To be sure, she has written in such a hurry lately. Did they really sail on Tuesday?’
‘Really sailed, and relieved me from many responsibilities. Edith gave me all sorts of messages for you. I believe I have a little diminutive9 note somewhere; yes, here it is.’
‘Oh! thank you,’ exclaimed Margaret; and then, half wishing to read it alone and unwatched, she made the excuse of going to tell her mother again (Sarah surely had made some mistake) that Mr. Lennox was there.
When she had left the room, he began in his scrutinising way to look about him. The little drawing-room was looking its best in the streaming light of the morning sun. The middle window in the bow was opened, and clustering roses and the scarlet10 honeysuckle came peeping round the corner; the small lawn was gorgeous with verbenas and geraniums of all bright colours. But the very brightness outside made the colours within seem poor and faded. The carpet was far from new; the chintz had been often washed; the whole apartment was smaller and shabbier than he had expected, as back-ground and frame-work for Margaret, herself so queenly. He took up one of the books lying on the table; it was the Paradiso of Dante, in the proper old Italian binding11 of white vellum and gold; by it lay a dictionary, and some words copied out in Margaret’s hand-writing. They were a dull list of words, but somehow he liked looking at them. He put them down with a sigh.
‘The living is evidently as small as she said. It seems strange, for the Beresfords belong to a good family.’
Margaret meanwhile had found her mother. It was one of Mrs. Hale’s fitful days, when everything was a difficulty and a hardship; and Mr. Lennox’s appearance took this shape, although secretly she felt complimented by his thinking it worth while to call.
‘It is most unfortunate! We are dining early today, and having nothing but cold meat, in order that the servants may get on with their ironing; and yet, of course, we must ask him to dinner — Edith’s brother-inlaw and all. And your papa is in such low spirits this morning about something — I don’t know what. I went into the study just now, and he had his face on the table, covering it with his hands. I told him I was sure Helstone air did not agree with him any more than with me, and he suddenly lifted up his head, and begged me not to speak a word more against Helstone, he could not bear it; if there was one place he loved on earth it was Helstone. But I am sure, for all that, it is the damp and relaxing air.’
Margaret felt as if a thin cold cloud had come between her and the sun. She had listened patiently, in hopes that it might be some relief to her mother to unburden herself; but now it was time to draw her back to Mr. Lennox.
‘Papa likes Mr. Lennox; they got on together famously at the wedding breakfast. I dare say his coming will do papa good. And never mind the dinner, dear mamma. Cold meat will do capitally for a lunch, which is the light in which Mr. Lennox will most likely look upon a two o’clock dinner.’
‘But what are we to do with him till then? It is only half-past ten now.’
‘I’ll ask him to go out sketching12 with me. I know he draws, and that will take him out of your way, mamma. Only do come in now; he will think it so strange if you don’t.’
Mrs. Hale took off her black silk apron14, and smoothed her face. She looked a very pretty lady-like woman, as she greeted Mr. Lennox with the cordiality due to one who was almost a relation. He evidently expected to be asked to spend the day, and accepted the invitation with a glad readiness that made Mrs. Hale wish she could add something to the cold beef. He was pleased with everything; delighted with Margaret’s idea of going out sketching together; would not have Mr. Hale disturbed for the world, with the prospect15 of so soon meeting him at dinner. Margaret brought out her drawing materials for him to choose from; and after the paper and brushes had been duly selected, the two set out in the merriest spirits in the world.
‘Now, please, just stop here for a minute or two, said Margaret. ‘These are the cottages that haunted me so during the rainy fortnight, reproaching me for not having sketched16 them.’
‘Before they tumbled down and were no more seen. Truly, if they are to be sketched — and they are very picturesque17 — we had better not put it off till next year. But where shall we sit?’
‘Oh! You might have come straight from chambers18 in the Temple,’ instead of having been two months in the Highlands! Look at this beautiful trunk of a tree, which the wood-cutters have left just in the right place for the light. I will put my plaid over it, and it will be a regular forest throne.’
‘With your feet in that puddle20 for a regal footstool! Stay, I will move, and then you can come nearer this way. Who lives in these cottages?’
‘They were built by squatters fifty or sixty years ago. One is uninhabited; the foresters are going to take it down, as soon as the old man who lives in the other is dead, poor old fellow! Look — there he is — I must go and speak to him. He is so deaf you will hear all our secrets.’
The old man stood bareheaded in the sun, leaning on his stick at the front of his cottage. His stiff features relaxed into a slow smile as Margaret went up and spoke5 to him. Mr. Lennox hastily introduced the two figures into his sketch13, and finished up the landscape with a subordinate reference to them — as Margaret perceived, when the time came for getting up, putting away water, and scraps21 of paper, and exhibiting to each other their sketches22. She laughed and blushed Mr. Lennox watched her countenance23.
‘Now, I call that treacherous,’ said she. ‘I little thought you were making old Isaac and me into subjects, when you told me to ask him the history of these cottages.’
‘It was irresistible24. You can’t know how strong a temptation it was. I hardly dare tell you how much I shall like this sketch.’
He was not quite sure whether she heard this latter sentence before she went to the brook25 to wash her palette. She came back rather flushed, but looking perfectly26 innocent and unconscious. He was glad of it, for the speech had slipped from him unawares — a rare thing in the case of a man who premeditated his actions so much as Henry Lennox.
The aspect of home was all right and bright when they reached it. The clouds on her mother’s brow had cleared off under the propitious27 influence of a brace28 of carp, most opportunely29 presented by a neighbour. Mr. Hale had returned from his morning’s round, and was awaiting his visitor just outside the wicket gate that led into the garden. He looked a complete gentleman in his rather threadbare coat and well-worn hat.
Margaret was proud of her father; she had always a fresh and tender pride in seeing how favourably30 he impressed every stranger; still her quick eye sought over his face and found there traces of some unusual disturbance31, which was only put aside, not cleared away.
Mr. Hale asked to look at their sketches.
‘I think you have made the tints32 on the thatch33 too dark, have you not?’ as he returned Margaret’s to her, and held out his hand for Mr. Lennox’s, which was withheld34 from him one moment, no more.
‘No, papa! I don’t think I have. The house-leek and stone-crop have grown so much darker in the rain. Is it not like, papa?’ said she, peeping over his shoulder, as he looked at the figures in Mr. Lennox’s drawing.
‘Yes, very like. Your figure and way of holding yourself is capital. And it is just poor old Isaac’s stiff way of stooping his long rheumatic back. What is this hanging from the branch of the tree? Not a bird’s nest, surely.’
‘Oh no! that is my bonnet35. I never can draw with my bonnet on; it makes my head so hot. I wonder if I could manage figures. There are so many people about here whom I should like to sketch.’
‘I should say that a likeness36 you very much wish to take you would always succeed in,’ said Mr. Lennox. ‘I have great faith in the power of will. I think myself I have succeeded pretty well in yours.’ Mr. Hale had preceded them into the house, while Margaret was lingering to pluck some roses, with which to adorn37 her morning gown for dinner.
‘A regular London girl would understand the implied meaning of that speech,’ thought Mr. Lennox. ‘She would be up to looking through every speech that a young man made her for the arriere-pensee of a compliment. But I don’t believe Margaret — Stay!’ exclaimed he, ‘Let me help you;’ and he gathered for her some velvety38 cramoisy roses that were above her reach, and then dividing the spoil he placed two in his button-hole, and sent her in, pleased and happy, to arrange her flowers.
The conversation at dinner flowed on quietly and agreeably. There were plenty of questions to be asked on both sides — the latest intelligence which each could give of Mrs. Shaw’s movements in Italy to be exchanged; and in the interest of what was said, the unpretending simplicity39 of the parsonage-ways — above all, in the neighbourhood of Margaret, Mr. Lennox forgot the little feeling of disappointment with which he had at first perceived that she had spoken but the simple truth when she had described her father’s living as very small.
‘Margaret, my child, you might have gathered us some pears for our dessert,’ said Mr. Hale, as the hospitable40 luxury of a freshly-decanted bottle of wine was placed on the table.
Mrs. Hale was hurried. It seemed as if desserts were impromptu41 and unusual things at the parsonage; whereas, if Mr. Hale would only have looked behind him, he would have seen biscuits and marmalade, and what not, all arranged in formal order on the sideboard. But the idea of pears had taken possession of Mr. Hale’s mind, and was not to be got rid of.
‘There are a few brown beurres against the south wall which are worth all foreign fruits and preserves. Run, Margaret, and gather us some.’
‘I propose that we adjourn42 into the garden, and eat them there’ said Mr. Lennox.
‘Nothing is so delicious as to set one’s teeth into the crisp, juicy fruit, warm and scented43 by the sun. The worst is, the wasps44 are impudent45 enough to dispute it with one, even at the very crisis and summit of enjoyment46.
He rose, as if to follow Margaret, who had disappeared through the window he only awaited Mrs. Hale’s permission. She would rather have wound up the dinner in the proper way, and with all the ceremonies which had gone on so smoothly47 hitherto, especially as she and Dixon had got out the finger-glasses from the store-room on purpose to be as correct as became General Shaw’s widow’s sister, but as Mr. Hale got up directly, and prepared to accompany his guest, she could only submit.
‘I shall arm myself with a knife,’ said Mr. Hale: ‘the days of eating fruit so primitively48 as you describe are over with me. I must pare it and quarter it before I can enjoy it.’
Margaret made a plate for the pears out of a beetroot leaf, which threw up their brown gold colour admirably. Mr. Lennox looked more at her than at the pears; but her father, inclined to cull49 fastidiously the very zest50 and perfection of the hour he had stolen from his anxiety, chose daintily the ripest fruit, and sat down on the garden bench to enjoy it at his leisure. Margaret and Mr. Lennox strolled along the little terrace-walk under the south wall, where the bees still hummed and worked busily in their hives.
‘What a perfect life you seem to live here! I have always felt rather contemptuously towards the poets before, with their wishes, “Mine be a cot beside a hill,” and that sort of thing: but now I am afraid that the truth is, I have been nothing better than a cockney. Just now I feel as if twenty years’ hard study of law would be amply rewarded by one year of such an exquisite51 serene52 life as this — such skies!’ looking up —‘such crimson53 and amber19 foliage54, so perfectly motionless as that!’ pointing to some of the great forest trees which shut in the garden as if it were a nest.
‘You must please to remember that our skies are not always as deep a blue as they are now. We have rain, and our leaves do fall, and get sodden55: though I think Helstone is about as perfect a place as any in the world. Recollect56 how you rather scorned my description of it one evening in Harley Street: “a village in a tale.”’
‘Scorned, Margaret That is rather a hard word.’
‘Perhaps it is. Only I know I should have liked to have talked to you of what I was very full at the time, and you — what must I call it, then? — spoke disrespectfully of Helstone as a mere57 village in a tale.’
‘I will never do so again,’ said he, warmly. They turned the corner of the walk.
‘I could almost wish, Margaret ——’ he stopped and hesitated. It was so unusual for the fluent lawyer to hesitate that Margaret looked up at him, in a little state of questioning wonder; but in an instant — from what about him she could not tell — she wished herself back with her mother — her father — anywhere away from him, for she was sure he was going to say something to which she should not know what to reply. In another moment the strong pride that was in her came to conquer her sudden agitation58, which she hoped he had not perceived. Of course she could answer, and answer the right thing; and it was poor and despicable of her to shrink from hearing any speech, as if she had not power to put an end to it with her high maidenly59 dignity.
‘Margaret,’ said he, taking her by surprise, and getting sudden possession of her hand, so that she was forced to stand still and listen, despising herself for the fluttering at her heart all the time; ‘Margaret, I wish you did not like Helstone so much — did not seem so perfectly calm and happy here. I have been hoping for these three months past to find you regretting London — and London friends, a little — enough to make you listen more kindly’ (for she was quietly, but firmly, striving to extricate60 her hand from his grasp) ‘to one who has not much to offer, it is true — nothing but prospects61 in the future — but who does love you, Margaret, almost in spite of himself. Margaret, have I startled you too much? Speak!’ For he saw her lips quivering almost as if she were going to cry. She made a strong effort to be calm; she would not speak till she had succeeded in mastering her voice, and then she said:
‘I was startled. I did not know that you cared for me in that way. I have always thought of you as a friend; and, please, I would rather go on thinking of you so. I don’t like to be spoken to as you have been doing. I cannot answer you as you want me to do, and yet I should feel so sorry if I vexed62 you.’
‘Margaret,’ said he, looking into her eyes, which met his with their open, straight look, expressive63 of the utmost good faith and reluctance64 to give pain.
‘Do you’— he was going to say —‘love any one else?’ But it seemed as if this question would be an insult to the pure serenity65 of those eyes. ‘Forgive me I have been too abrupt66. I am punished. Only let me hope. Give me the poor comfort of telling me you have never seen any one whom you could ——’ Again a pause. He could not end his sentence. Margaret reproached herself acutely as the cause of his distress67.
‘Ah! if you had but never got this fancy into your head! It was such a pleasure to think of you as a friend.’
‘But I may hope, may I not, Margaret, that some time you will think of me as a lover? Not yet, I see — there is no hurry — but some time ——’ She was silent for a minute or two, trying to discover the truth as it was in her own heart, before replying; then she said:
‘I have never thought of — you, but as a friend. I like to think of you so; but I am sure I could never think of you as anything else. Pray, let us both forget that all this’ (‘disagreeable,’ she was going to say, but stopped short) ‘conversation has taken place.’
He paused before he replied. Then, in his habitual68 coldness of tone, he answered:
‘Of course, as your feelings are so decided69, and as this conversation has been so evidently unpleasant to you, it had better not be remembered. That is all very fine in theory, that plan of forgetting whatever is painful, but it will be somewhat difficult for me, at least, to carry it into execution.’
‘You are vexed,’ said she, sadly; ‘yet how can I help it?’
She looked so truly grieved as she said this, that he struggled for a moment with his real disappointment, and then answered more cheerfully, but still with a little hardness in his tone:
‘You should make allowances for the mortification70, not only of a lover, Margaret, but of a man not given to romance in general — prudent71, worldly, as some people call me — who has been carried out of his usual habits by the force of a passion — well, we will say no more of that; but in the one outlet72 which he has formed for the deeper and better feelings of his nature, he meets with rejection73 and repulse74. I shall have to console myself with scorning my own folly75. A struggling barrister to think of matrimony!’
Margaret could not answer this. The whole tone of it annoyed her. It seemed to touch on and call out all the points of difference which had often repelled76 her in him; while yet he was the pleasantest man, the most sympathising friend, the person of all others who understood her best in Harley Street. She felt a tinge77 of contempt mingle78 itself with her pain at having refused him. Her beautiful lip curled in a slight disdain79. It was well that, having made the round of the garden, they came suddenly upon Mr. Hale, whose whereabouts had been quite forgotten by them. He had not yet finished the pear, which he had delicately peeled in one long strip of silver-paper thinness, and which he was enjoying in a deliberate manner. It was like the story of the eastern king, who dipped his head into a basin of water, at the magician’s command, and ere he instantly took it out went through the experience of a lifetime. I Margaret felt stunned80, and unable to recover her self-possession enough to join in the trivial conversation that ensued between her father and Mr. Lennox. She was grave, and little disposed to speak; full of wonder when Mr. Lennox would go, and allow her to relax into thought on the events of the last quarter of an hour. He was almost as anxious to take his departure as she was for him to leave; but a few minutes light and careless talking, carried on at whatever effort, was a sacrifice which he owed to his mortified81 vanity, or his self-respect. He glanced from time to time at her sad and pensive82 face.
‘I am not so indifferent to her as she believes,’ thought he to himself. ‘I do not give up hope.’
Before a quarter of an hour was over, he had fallen into a way of conversing83 with quiet sarcasm84; speaking of life in London and life in the country, as if he were conscious of his second mocking self, and afraid of his own satire85. Mr. Hale was puzzled. His visitor was a different man to what he had seen him before at the wedding-breakfast, and at dinner today; a lighter86, cleverer, more worldly man, and, as such, dissonant87 to Mr. Hale. It was a relief to all three when Mr. Lennox said that he must go directly if he meant to catch the five o’clock train. They proceeded to the house to find Mrs. Hale, and wish her good-bye. At the last moment, Henry Lennox’s real self broke through the crust.
‘Margaret, don’t despise me; I have a heart, notwithstanding all this good-for-nothing way of talking. As a proof of it, I believe I love you more than ever — if I do not hate you — for the disdain with which you have listened to me during this last half-hour. Good-bye, Margaret — Margaret!’
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