“Miss Forrester—and her mother, no doubt? I shall be glad to see them, Walter.”
“I hope so, mother—for there is no way in which you can do me so much good.”
“You mean—this is the lady of whom you spoke11 to me—” Her countenance12 fell a little, for what he had said to her was not reassuring13; he had spoken of one who would bring money with her, but who was not the best.
“No, mother; I have never told you what I did yesterday. I asked that—lady of whom I spoke—to give me her money and her lands to add to mine, and she would not. She was very right. I approved of her with all my heart.”
“Walter! my dear, you have been so—well—and so—like yourself this morning. Do not fall into that wild way of speaking again.”
“No,” he said, “if all goes well—never again if all goes well;” and with this strange speech he left her not knowing what to think. She endeavoured to recall to her memory the half-seen face which had been by her side crossing the dark water: but all the circumstances had been so strange, and the loch itself had given such a sensation of alarm and trouble to the traveller, that everything was dim like the twilight14 in her recollection. A soft voice, with the unfamiliar15 accent of the north, a courteous16 and pleasant frankness of accost17, a strange sense of thus encountering, half-unseen, some one who was no stranger, nor unimportant in her life—these were the impressions she had brought out of the meeting. In all things this poor lady was like a stranger suddenly introduced into a world unknown to her, where great matters, concerning her happiness and very existence, were hanging upon mysterious decisions of others, unknown, and but to be guessed at faintly through a strange language and amidst allusions18 which conveyed no meaning to her mind. Thus she sat wondering, waiting for the coming of—she could scarcely tell whom—of some one with whom she could do more good for Walter than by anything else, yet who was not the lady to whom he had offered himself only yesterday. Could there be any combination more confusing? And when, amid all this mystery, as she sat with her heart full of tremulous questions and fears, there came suddenly into this darkling, uncomprehended world of hers the soft and smiling certainty of Mrs. Forrester, kind and simple, and full of innocent affectations, with her little airs of an old beauty, and her amiable19 confidence in everybody’s knowledge and interest, Mrs. Methven had nearly laughed aloud with that keen sense of mingled21 disappointment and relief which throws a certain ridicule22 upon such a scene. The sweet gravity of Oona behind was but a second impression. The first was of this simple, easy flood of kind and courteous commonplace, which changed at once the atmosphere and meaning of the scene.
“We are all very glad upon the loch to hear that Lord Erradeen has got his mother with him,” said the guileless visitor, “for everything is the better of a lady in the house. Oh, yes, you will say, that is a woman’s opinion, making the most of her own side: but you just know very well it is true. We have not seen half so much of Lord Erradeen as we would have liked—for in my circumstances we have very little in our power. No gentleman in the house; and what can two ladies do to entertain a young man, unless he will be content with his tea in the afternoon? and that is little to ask a gentleman to. However, I must say all the neighbours are very good-natured, and just accept what we have got to give.”
“Your daughter was most kind to me when I arrived,” said Mrs. Methven. “I should have felt very lonely without her help.”
“That was nothing. It was just a great pleasure to Oona, who is on the loch from morning to night,” said Mrs. Forrester. “It was a great chance for her to be of use. We have little happening here, and the news was a little bit of excitement for us all. You see, though I have boys of my own, they are all of them away—what would they do here?—one in Canada, and one in Australia, and three, as I need not say, in India—that is where all our boys go—and doing very well, which is just all that heart can desire. It has been a pleasure from the beginning that Lord Erradeen reminds me so much of my Rob, who is now up with his regiment23 in the north-west provinces, and a very promising24 young officer, though perhaps it is not me that should say so. The complexion25 is different, but I have always seen a great likeness26. And now, Lord Erradeen, I hope you will bring Mrs. Methven soon, as long as the fine weather lasts, to the isle27?”
Mrs. Methven made a little civil speech about taking the first opportunity, but added, “I have seen nothing yet—not even this old castle of which I have heard so much.”
“It is looking beautiful this afternoon, and I have not been there myself, I may say, for years,” said Mrs. Forrester. “What would you say, as it is so fine, to trust yourself to Hamish, who is just the most careful man with a boat on all the loch, and take a turn as far as Kinloch Houran with Oona and me?”
The suggestion was thrown out very lightly, with that desire to do something for the pleasure of the stranger, which was always so strong in Mrs. Forrester’s breast. She would have liked to supplement it with a proposal to “come home by the isle” and take a cup of tea, but refrained for the moment with great self-denial. It was caught at eagerly by Walter, who had not known how to introduce his mother to the sight of the mystic place which had so much to do with his recent history: and in a very short time they were all afloat—Mrs. Methven, half-pleased, half-disappointed with the sudden changing of all graver thoughts and alarms into the simplicity28 of a party of pleasure, so natural, so easy. The loch was radiant with that glory of the afternoon which is not like the glory of the morning, a dazzling world of light, the sunbeams falling lower every moment, melting into the water, which showed all its ripples29 like molten gold. The old tower lay red in the light, the few green leaves that still fluttered on the ends of the branches, standing30 out against the darker background, and the glory of the western illumination besetting31 every dark corner of the broken walls as if to take them by joyful32 assault and triumph over every idea of gloom. Nothing could have been more peaceful than the appearance of this group. The two elder ladies sat in the stern of the boat, carrying on their tranquil33 conversation—Mrs. Forrester entering well pleased into details about “the boys,” which Mrs. Methven, surprised, amused, arrested somehow, she could not tell how, in the midst of the darker, more bewildering current, responded to now and then with some half-question, enough to carry on the innocent fulness of the narrative34. Oona, who had scarcely spoken at all, and who was glad to be left to her own thoughts, sat by her mother’s side, with the eyes of the other mother often upon her, yet taking no part in the talk; while Walter, placed behind Hamish at the other end of the boat, felt this strange pause of all sensation to be something providential, something beyond all his power of arranging, the preface to he knew not what, but surely at least not to any cutting off or separation from Oona. She had not indeed met his anxious and questioning looks: but she had not refused to come, and that of itself was much; nor did there seem to be any anger, though some sadness, in the face which seemed to him, as to Mysie, full of sacred light.
“No, I have not been here for long,” said Mrs. Forrester; “not since the late lord’s time: but I see very little change. If you will come this way, Mrs. Methven, it is here you will get the best view. Yon is the tower upon which the light is seen, the light, ye will have heard, that calls every new lord: oh and that comes many a time when there is no new lord: You need not bid me whisht, Oona! No doubt there will be some explanation of it: but it is a thing that all the world knows.”
Mrs. Methven laughed, more at her ease than she had yet been, and said—
“Walter, what a terrible omission35: you have never told me of this.”
Walter did not laugh. His face, on the contrary, assumed the look of gloom and displeasure which she knew so well.
“If you will come with me,” he said to Mrs. Forrester, “I will show you my rooms. Old Macalister is more gracious than usual. You see he has opened the door.”
“Oh I will go with great pleasure, Lord Erradeen: for it is long since I have been inside, and I would like to see your rooms. Oh how do you do, Macalister? I hope your wife and you are quite well, and not suffering with rheumatism36. We’ve come to show Mrs. Methven, that is your master’s mother, round the place. Yes, I am sure ye will all be very glad to see her. This is Macalister, a very faithful old servant that has been with the Lords Erradeen as long as I can remember. How long is it—near five and forty years? Dear me, it is just wonderful how time runs on. I was then but lately married, and never thought I would ever live like a pelican37 in the wilderness38 in my mother’s little bit isle. But your mind just is made to your fortune, and I have had many a happy day there. Dear me, it will be very interesting to see the rooms, we that never thought there were any rooms. Where is Oona? Oh, never take the trouble, Lord Erradeen, your mother is waiting: and Oona, that knows every step of the castle, she will soon find her way.”
This was how it was that Oona found herself alone. Walter cast behind him an anxious look, but he could not desert the elder ladies, and Oona was glad to be left behind. Her mind had recovered its calm; but she had much to think of, and his presence disturbed her, with that influence of personal contact which interferes39 with thought. She knew the old castle, if not every step of it, as her mother said, yet enough to make it perfectly40 safe for her. Old Macalister had gone first to lead the way, to open doors and windows, that the ladies might see everything, and, save for Hamish in his boat on the beach, there was nobody within sight or call. The shadow of the old house shut out the sunshine from the little platform in front of the door; but at the further side, where the trees grew among the broken masses of the ruin, the sun from the west entered freely. She stood for a moment undecided, then turned towards that wild conjunction of the living and the dead, the relics41 of the past, and the fresh growth of nature, which give so much charm to every ruin. Oona went slowly, full of thought, up to the battlements, and looked out upon the familiar landscape, full of light and freshness, and all the natural sounds of the golden afternoon—the lapping of the water upon the rocks, the rustle42 of the wind in the trees, the far-off murmurs43 of life, voices cheerful, yet inarticulate, from the village, distant sounds of horses and wheels on the unseen roads, the bark of a dog, all the easy, honest utterance44, unthought of, like simple breathing, of common life. For a moment the voice of her own thoughts was hushed within her, replaced by this soft combination of friendly noises. It pleased her better to stand here with the soft air about her, than amid all the agitation of human influences to accompany the others.
But human influence is more strong than the hold of nature; and by-and-by she turned unconsciously from the landscape to the house, the one dark solid mass of habitable walls, repelling45 the sunshine, while the tower, with its blunted outline above, and all the fantastic breaches46 and openings in the ruin, gave full play to every level ray. The loch, all golden with the sunset, the shadows of the trees, the breath and utterance of distant life, gave nothing but refreshment48 and soothing49. But the walls that were the work of men, and that for hundreds of years had gathered sombre memories about them, had an attraction more absorbing. A little beyond where she was standing, was the spot from which Miss Milnathort had fallen. She had heard the story vaguely50 all her life, and she had heard from Walter the meaning of it, only the other day. Perhaps it was the sound of a little crumbling51 and precipitation of dust and fragments from the further wall that brought it so suddenly to her memory; but the circumstances in which she herself was, were enough to bring those of the other woman, who had been as herself, before her with all the vividness of reality. As young as herself, and more happy, the promised bride of another Walter, everything before her as before Oona, love and life, the best that Providence52 can give, more happy than she, nothing to disturb the gladness of her betrothal53; and in a moment all over, all ended, and pain and helplessness, and the shadow of death, substituted for her happiness and hope. Oona paused, and thought of that tragedy with a great awe54 stealing over her, and pity which was so intense in her realisation of a story, in every point save the catastrophe55, so like her own, penetrating56 her very soul. She asked herself which of the two it was who had suffered most—the faithful woman who lived to tell her own story, and to smile with celestial57 patience through her death in life, or the man who had struggled in vain, who had fallen under the hand of fate, and obeyed the power of outward circumstances, and been vanquished58, and departed from the higher meaning of his youth? Oona thought with a swelling59 and generous throbbing60 of her heart, of the one—but with a deeper pang61 of the other; he who had not failed at all so far as any one knew, who had lived and been happy as people say. She leant against the wall, and asked herself if anything should befall her, such as befell Miss Milnathort, whether her Walter would do the same. Would he accept his defeat as the other had done, and throw down his arms and yield? She said no in her heart, but faltered62, and remembered Katie. Yet no! That had been before, not after their hearts had met, and he had known what was in hers. No, he might be beaten down to the dust; he might rush out into the world, and plunge63 into the madness of life, or he might plunge more deeply, more darkly, into the madness of despairing, and die. But he would not yield; he would not throw down his arms and accept the will of the other. Faulty as he was, and stained and prone64 to evil, this was what he would never do.
And then her thoughts turned to the immediate65 matter before her—the deliverance of the man whose fate she had pledged herself to share notwithstanding all his imperfections; he who had found means already, since she had bound herself to him, to make her heart bleed; he whom she had loved against her will, against her judgment66, before she was aware. He was to be made free from a bondage67, a spiritual persecution68, a tyrant69 who threatened him in every action of his life. Oona had known all her life that there was some mysterious oppression under which the house of Erradeen was bound, and there was no scepticism in her mind in respect to a wonder about which every inhabitant of the district had something to say; but from the moment when it became apparent that she too was to belong to this fated house, it had become insupportable and impossible. She felt, but with less agitation and a calmer certainty than that of Walter, that by whatsoever70 means it must be brought to an end. Had he been able to bear it, she could not have borne it. And he said that she alone could save him—that with her by his side he was safe; strange words, containing a flattery which was not intended, a claim which could not be resisted. He had said it when as yet he scarcely knew her, he had repeated it when he came to her hot from the presence of the other to whom he had appealed in vain. Strange mixture of the sweet and the bitter! She remembered, however, that he had asked her in the simplicity of desperation to give him her hand to help him, a year ago, and this thought banished71 all the other circumstances from her mind. She had helped him then, knowing nothing—how was she to help him now? Could she but do it by standing forth72 in his place and meeting his enemy for him! could she but take his burden on her shoulders and carry it for him! He who had suffered so much feared with a deadly terror his oppressor; but Oona did not fear him. On her he had no power. In Walter’s mind there was the weakness of previous defeat, the tradition of family subjection; but in her there was no such weakness, either personal or traditionary; and what was the use of her innocence73, of her courage, if not to be used in his cause? Could she but stand for him, speak for him, take his place!
“Up and spoke she, Alice Brand,
And made the holy sign;
And if there’s blood on Richard’s hand,
A stainless74 hand is mine.”
Oona’s heart was full of this high thought. It drove away from her mind all shadows, all recollections of a less exalting75 kind. She moved on quietly, not caring nor thinking where she went, forming within herself visions of this substitution, which is in so many cases a woman’s warmest desire.
But then she paused, and there became visible to her a still higher eminence76 of generous love—a higher giddy eminence, more precarious77, more dangerous, by which deliverance was less secure; not substitution—that was impossible. In her inward thoughts she blushed to feel that she had thought of a way of escape which for Walter would have been ignoble78. It was for him to bear his own part, not to stand by while another did it for him. A noble shame took possession of her that she could for a moment have conceived another way. But with this came back all the anxious thoughts, the questions, the uncertainty79. How was she to help him? how pour all the force of her life into him? how transfer to him every needed quality, and give him the strength of two in one?
In the full current of her thoughts Oona was suddenly brought to a pause. It was by the instinct of self-preservation which made her start back on the very edge of the ruin. The sickening sensation with which she felt the crumbling masonry80 move beneath her foot, drove everything out of her mind for the moment. With a sudden recoil81 upon herself, Oona set her back against the edge of the parapet that remained, and endeavoured to command and combat the sudden terror that seized hold upon her. She cast a keen wild look round her to find out if there was any way of safety, and called out for help, and upon Walter! Walter! though she felt it was vain. The wind was against her, and caught her voice, carrying it as if in mockery down the loch, from whence it returned only in a vague and distant echo; and she perceived that the hope of any one hearing and reaching her was futile82 indeed. Above her, on a range of ruin always considered inaccessible83, there seemed to Oona a line of masonry solid enough to give her footing. Necessity cannot wait for precedents84. She was young and active, and used to exercise, and her nerves were steadied by the strain of actual danger. She made a spring from her insecure standing, feeling the ruin give way under her foot with the impulse, and with the giddiness of a venture which was almost desperate, flung herself upon the higher level. When she had got there it seemed to her incredible that she could have done it: and what was to be her next step she knew not, for the ledge20 on which she stood was very narrow, and there was nothing to hold by in case her head or courage should fail. Everything below and around was shapeless ruin, not to be trusted, all honeycombed, with hollow places thinly covered over by remains85 of fallen roofs and drifted earth and treacherous86 vegetation. Only in one direction was there any appearance of solidity, and that was above her towards the tower which still stood firmly, the crown of the building, though no one had climbed up to its mysterious heights within the memory of man. Round it was a stone balcony or terrace, which was the spot upon which the mysterious light, so familiar to her, was periodically visible. Oona’s heart beat as she saw herself within reach of this spot. She had watched it so often from the safe and peaceful isle, with that thrill of awe, and wonder, and half-terror, which gave an additional pleasure to her own complete and perfect safety. She made a few steps forward, and, putting out her hand with a quiver of all her nerves, took hold upon the cold roughness of the lower ledge. The touch steadied her, yet woke an agitation in her frame, the stir of strong excitement; for death lay below her, and her only refuge was in the very home of mystery, a spot untrodden of men. For the next few minutes she made her way instinctively87 without thought, holding by every projection88 which presented itself; but when Oona found herself standing safe within the balustrade, close upon the wall of the tower, and had drawn89 breath and recovered a little from the exhaustion and strain—when her mind got again the upper hand and disentangled itself from the agitation of the body, the hurry and whirl of all her thoughts were beyond description. She paused as upon the threshold of a new world. What might be about to happen to her? not to perish like the other, which seemed so likely a few minutes ago, yet perhaps as tragic90 a fate; perhaps the doom91 of all connected with the Methvens was here awaiting her.
But there is something in every extreme which disposes the capricious human soul to revolt and recoil. Oona still spoke to herself, but spoke aloud, as it was some comfort to do in her utter isolation92. She laughed to herself, nature forcing its way through awe and alarm. “Doom!” she said to herself, “there is no doom. That would mean that God was no longer over all. What He wills let that be done.” This calmed her nerves and imagination. She did not stop to say any prayer for her own safety. There arose even in her mind upon the very foundation of her momentary93 panic, a sudden new force and hope. She who had so desired to stand in Walter’s place, to be his substitute, might not this, without any plan or intention of hers, be now placed within her power?
In the mean time everything was solid and safe beneath her feet. The tower stood strong, the pavement of the narrow platform which surrounded it was worn by time and weather, but perfectly secure. Here and there a breach47 in the balustrade showed like fantastic flamboyant94 work, but a regiment might have marched round it without disturbing a stone. Oona’s excitement was extreme. Her heart beat in her ears like the roaring of a torrent95. She went on, raised beyond herself, with a strange conviction that there was some object in her coming, and that this which seemed so accidental was no accident at all, but perhaps—how could she tell?—an ordeal96, the first step in that career which she had accepted. She put her hand upon the wall, and guided herself by it, feeling a support in the rough and time-worn surface, the stones which had borne the assault of ages. Daylight was still bright around her, the last rays of the sun dazzling the loch below, which in its turn lent a glory of reflection to the sky above, and sent up a golden sheen through the air from the blaze upon the water. Round the corner of the tower the wind blew freshly in her face from the hills, reviving and encouraging her. Nature was on her side in all its frankness and reality whatever mystery might be elsewhere. When she had turned the corner of the tower, and saw beneath her the roofs of Auchnasheen visible among the trees, Oona suddenly stood still, her heart making, she thought, a pause as well as her feet; then with a bound beginning again in louder and louder pulsation97. She had come to a doorway98 deep set in the wall, like the entrance of a cavern99, with one broad, much-worn step, and a heavy old door bound and studded with iron. She stood for a moment uncertain, trembling, with a sense of the unforeseen and extraordinary which flew to her brain—a bewildering pang of sensation. For a moment she hesitated what to do: yet scarcely for a moment, since by this time she began to feel the force of an impulse which did not seem her own, and which she had no strength to resist. The door was slightly ajar, and pushing it open, Oona found herself, with another suffocating100 pause, then bound, of her heart, upon the threshold of a richly furnished room. She was aware of keeping her hold upon the door with a terrifying anticipation101 of hearing it close upon her, but otherwise seemed to herself to have passed beyond her own control and consciousness, and to be aware only of the wonderful scene before her. The room was lighted from an opening in the roof, which showed in the upper part the rough stone of the walls in great blocks, rudely hewn, contrasting strangely with the heavy curtains with which they were hung round below. The curtains seemed of velvet102, with panels of tapestry103 in dim designs here and there: the floor was covered with thick and soft carpets. A great telescope occupied a place in the centre of the room, and various fine instruments, some looking like astronomical104 models, stood on tables about. The curtained walls were hung with portraits, one of which she recognised as that of the last Lord Erradeen. And in the centre of all supported on a table with a lamp burning in front of it, the light of which (she supposed), blown about by the sudden entrance of the air, so flickered105 upon the face that the features seemed to change and move, was the portrait of Walter. The cry which she would have uttered at this sight died in Oona’s throat. She stood speechless, without power to think, gazing, conscious that this discovery was not for nothing, that here was something she must do, but unable to form a thought. The light fell upon the subdued colours of the hangings and furniture with a mystic paleness, without warmth; but the atmosphere was luxurious106 and soft, with a faint fragrance107 in it. Oona held open the door, which seemed in the movement of the air which she had admitted, to struggle with her, but to which she held with a desperate grasp, and gazed spellbound. Was it the flickering108 of the lamp, or was it possible that the face of the portrait changed, that anguish109 came into the features, and that the eyes turned and looked at her appealing, full of misery110, as Walter’s eyes had looked? It seemed to Oona that her senses began to fail her. There was a movement in the tapestry, and from the other side of the room, some one put it aside, and after looking at her for a moment came slowly out. She had seen him only in the night and darkness, but there was not another such that she should mistake who it was. A thrill ran through her of terror, desperation, and daring. Whatever might now be done or said, Oona had come to the crisis of her fate.
He came towards her with the air of courtesy and grace, which seemed his most characteristic aspect. “Come in,” he said; “to reach this place requires a stout111 heart; but you are safe here.”
Oona made him no reply. She felt her voice and almost her breathing arrested in her throat, and felt capable of nothing but to hold fast to the heavy door, which seemed to struggle with her like a living thing.
“You are afraid,” he said; “but there is no reason to fear. Why should you think I would injure you? You might have fallen, like others, from the ruin; but you are safe here.”
He advanced another step and held out his hand. It seemed to Oona that the door crushed her as she stood against it, but she would not let go her hold; and with all her power she struggled to regain112 possession of her voice, but could not, paralysed by some force which she did not understand.
He smiled with a slight ridicule in his lofty politeness. “I tell you not to fear,” he said. “Yours is not a spirit to fear; you who would have put yourself in his place and defied the demon113. You find me no demon, and I offer no hostility114, yet you are afraid.”
Oona was astonished by the sound of her own voice, which burst forth suddenly, by no apparent will of her own, and which was strange to her, an unfamiliar tone, “I am not afraid—I am in—the protection of God—”
He laughed softly. “You mean to exorcise me,” he said; “but that is not so easily done; and I warn you that resistance is not the best way. You have trusted yourself to me—”
“No—no—”
“Yes. You fled from the danger to which another in your place succumbed115, and you have taken refuge with me. To those who do so I am bound. Come in; there is no danger here.”
It seemed to Oona that there were two beings in her—one which ridiculed116 her distrust, which would have accepted the hand held out; another—not her, surely, not her frank and unsuspicious self—who held back and clung in terror to the door. She stammered117, hearing even in her voice the same conflict, some tones that were her own, some shrill118 that were not hers—“I want no protection—but God’s.”
“Why then,” he said with a smile, “did you not remain among the ruins? What brought you here?”
There was an answer—a good answer if she could have found it—but she could not find it, and made no reply.
“You refuse my friendship, then,” he said, “which is a pity, for it might have saved you much suffering. All the same, I congratulate you upon your prize.”
These last words stopped the current towards him of that natural sentiment of confidence and faith in her fellow-creatures, which was Oona’s very atmosphere. Her prize! What did he mean by her prize?
“There could not be anything more satisfactory to your friends,” he said. “A title—large estates—a position which leaves nothing to be desired. Your mother must be fully119 satisfied, and your brothers at the ends of the world will all feel the advantage. Other conquests might have been better for the Erradeens, but for you nothing could be more brilliant. It was a chance too, unlikely, almost past hoping for, thus to catch a heart in the rebound120.”
She stood aghast, gazing with eyes that were pained by the strain, but which would not detach themselves from his face. Brilliant! advantages! Was she in a dream? or what was the meaning of the words?
“It is against my own policy,” he continued, “as perhaps you know; still I cannot help admiring your skill, unaided, against every drawback. You have a strong mind, young lady of the isle, and the antecedents which would have daunted121 most women have been allies and auxiliaries122 to you.” His laugh was quite soft and pleasant, sounding like gentle amusement, not ridicule. “I know your family,” he continued, “of old. They were all men of strong stomachs, able to swallow much so long as their own interest was concerned. With Highland123 caterans, that is comprehensible; but one so young as you—named like you—after—” he laughed again that low soft laugh of amusement as if at something which tickled124 him in spite of himself, “the emblem125 of purity and innocence—‘heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.’”
“You want,” said Oona, whose voice sounded hoarse126 in her throat, and sharp to her own ears, “to make me mad with your taunts127; to make me give up—”
“Pardon me, I am only congratulating you,” he said, and smiled, looking at her with a penetrating look of amusement and that veiled ridicule which does not infringe128 the outward forms of politeness. She gazed back at him with eyes wide open, with such a pang of wondering anguish and shame in her heart as left her speechless; for what he said was true. She had thought of her union with Walter in many ways before, but never in this. Now it all flashed upon her as by a sudden light. What he said was true. She who had never given a thought to worldly advantage, had nevertheless secured it as much as if that had been her only thought. Her senses seemed to fail her in the whirl and heart-sickness of the revelation. It was true. She who had believed herself to be giving all, she was taking to herself rank, wealth, and honour, in marrying Walter. And giving to him what?—a woman’s empty hand; no more. Oona was very proud though she did not know it, and the blow fell upon her with crushing effect. Every word had truth in it; her mother would be satisfied; the family would profit by it wherever they were scattered129; and she would be the first to reap the advantage.
Oona felt everything swim around her as in the whirl and giddiness of a great fall. Her fall was greater than that of Miss Milnathort, for it was the spirit not the body that was crushed and broken. She could not lift up her head. A horrible doubt even of herself came into her mind in her sudden and deep humiliation130. Had this been in her thoughts though she did not know it? No stroke could have been aimed at her so intolerable as this.
He kept his eyes upon her, as if with a secret enjoyment131 of her overthrow132. “You do not thank me for my congratulations,” he cried.
“Oh!” she cried in the wondering self-abandonment of pain, “can you be a man, only a man, and strike so deep?” Then the very anguish of her soul gave her a sudden inspiration. She looked round her with her eyes dilating133. “When you can do this,” she said, putting with unconscious eloquence134 her hand to her heart, “what do you want with things like those?” The sight of the lamp which burned before Walter’s portrait had given her a painful sense of harm and danger when she saw it first. It filled her now with a keen disdain135. To be able to pierce the very soul, and yet to use the aid of that! She did not know what its meaning was, yet suffering in every nerve, she scorned it, and turned to him with a questioning look which was full of indignation and contempt.
And he who was so strong, so much above her in power and knowledge, shrank—almost imperceptibly, but yet he shrank—startled, from her look and question. ”That?“ he said, “you who know so little of your own mind, how can you tell how human nature is affected136?—by what poor methods, as well as by great. You understand nothing—not yourself—far less the devices of the wise.”
“Oh, you are wise,” cried Oona, “and cruel. You can make what is best look the worst. You can confuse our souls so that we cannot tell what is good in us, and what evil. I know, I know, you are a great person. Yet you hide and lurk137 in this place which no man knows; and work by spells and charms like—like—”
“Like what?” a gleam of anger and shame—or of something that might have betrayed these sentiments on any other face—crossed his usually calm and lofty countenance. Oona, opposite to him, returned his look with a passionate138 face of indignation and disdain. She had forgotten herself altogether, and everything but the thrill and throbbing of the anguish which seemed to have taken the place of her heart in her. She feared nothing now. The blow which she had received had given her the nobleness of desperation.
“Like a poor—witch,” she said; “like the wizard they call you; like one who plays upon the ignorant, not like the powerful spirit you are. You that can beat us down to the dust, both him and me. You that can turn sweet into bitter, and good into evil. Oh, how can you for shame take that way too, like a—juggler,” she cried in her passion; “like a sorcerer; like——”
“You speak like a fool, though you are no fool,” he said, “not knowing the stuff that we are made of.” He made a step towards her as he spoke, and though his tone was rather sad than fierce, there came upon Oona in a moment such a convulsion of terror as proved what the weakness was of which he spoke. She clung with all her failing force to the door which seemed her only support, and broke out into a shrill cry, “Walter, Walter, save me!” afraid of she knew not what, panic seizing her, and the light flickering in her fainting eyes.
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exhaustion
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retirement
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speck
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consolation
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spoke
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countenance
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twilight
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unfamiliar
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courteous
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accost
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complexion
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joyful
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narrative
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pelican
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wilderness
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utterance
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repelling
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breach
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refreshment
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soothing
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vaguely
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crumbling
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providence
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betrothal
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awe
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catastrophe
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penetrating
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celestial
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vanquished
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swelling
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faltered
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plunge
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bondage
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tyrant
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banished
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innocence
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recoil
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inaccessible
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