"Of course you know that I cannot refuse the invitation," said she, brightly. "I am just dying to talk to some one."
"Woman-like!" answered Leslie Dane, laughing, as he assisted her to a seat.
"I suppose you never find your high majesty1 in a like predicament," said she, rather pettishly2, as the skiff swept out into the blue, encircling waves.
He smiled at the childish air of offended dignity she assumed.
"Au contraire," he answered, gaily3, "it was only this evening that I was experiencing a like feeling. For instance, when I captured your skiff and set forth4 alone I was just dying to have you along with me to talk to. And now I have my wish and you have yours. We are very fortunate!"
"Do you think so?" she inquired, carelessly. "If gratified wishes make one fortunate, then I have been fortunate all my life. Uncle Francis has never refused to indulge me in anything I ever set my heart upon."
"He has been very kind, then, and you ought to be a very happy girl," he answered; "yet you were looking rather grave and thoughtful this evening as I came around the curve. Was your book so very interesting?"
"It failed to awaken5 an interest in me," she answered, simply, "for I was thinking of other things."
"Of weighty and momentous6 matters, no doubt," he commented.
"Perhaps so," she answered. "Come now, Mr. Dane, guess what I have been doing this evening."
"It would be a hard task to follow the movements of so erratic7 a star as Miss Bonnibel Vere," he said in a light tone of railery, yet looking at her with all his manly8 heart in his large, dreamy, dark eyes. "Do not keep me in suspense9, fair lady, this sultry evening. Confess."
She looked up, and, meeting his ardent10 glance, dropped her eyes until the long, curling lashes11 hid them from view. A scarlet12 banner fluttered into her cheeks like a danger signal.
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"I have been getting my fortune told—there!" said she, laughing.
"Whew!" said Mr. Dane in profound surprise. "Getting your fortune told! And by whom, may I ask?"
"Oh, by a horrid13 old crone who stepped into my path on my way here and demanded a piece of silver and wished to foretell14 my future. Of course, I do not believe in such things at all, but I humored the poor old soul just for fun, you know, and a dreadful prediction she gave me for my money."
"Let me hear it," said Leslie Dane, smiling.
Bonnibel recounted the words and gestures of the old sibyl with patient exactness and inimitable mimicry16 to her interested listener.
"It was Wild Madge, no doubt," said he, when she had finished. "I have seen her several times on the shore, and I made quite an effective picture of her once, though I dare say the old witch would want to murder me if she knew it. The gossips hereabouts assert that she can read the future very truly."
"You do not believe it—do you?" asked she, looking up with a gleam of something like dread15 in her beautiful blue orbs17.
"Believe it—of course not," said he, contemptuously. "There were but two things she told you that I place any faith in."
"What are they?" she questioned, anxiously.
"I believe you will be an old man's darling, for I know you are that already. Your Uncle Francis loves the very ground you walk upon, to use a homely18 expression, and, Bonnibel," he paused, his voice lingering over the sound of her name with inexpressible tenderness.
"Well?" she said, looking up with an innocent inquiry19 in her eyes.
"And, Bonnibel—forgive my daring, little one—I believe you will be a young man's bride if you will let me make you such."
They were spoken—words that had been trembling on his lips all these summer months, in which Bonnibel Vere had grown dearer to him than his own life—the words that would seal his fate! He looked at her imploringly20, but her face was turned away, and she was trailing one white ungloved hand idly through the blue water.
"Perhaps I am presumptuous21 in speaking such words to you, little one," he continued, gently. "I am but a poor artist, with fame and fortune yet to win, and the world says that you will be your uncle's heiress. Yet I have dared to love you, Bonnibel—who could see you and not love you? Are you very angry with me, darling?"
Still no answer from the silent girl before him. She kept her sweet face turned away from his gaze, and continued to play with the water as though indifferent to his words. He went on patiently, his full, manly voice freighted with deep emotion:
"I am as proud as you in my way. Bonnibel, I do not ask to claim you now in my struggle with the world. I only ask you to remember me, and that when fame and fortune are both conquered, I may return to lay them at your feet."
He paused and waited, thinking that she must be very angry[Pg 6] indeed to avert22 her face so resolutely24; but suddenly, with a ripple25 of silvery laughter, she turned and looked at him.
Oh! the beauty of that face she turned upon him! It was fairly transfigured with love and happiness. It was bathed in brilliant blushes, tinted26 like the sunset red that was flushing the evening sky. A quivering smile played around her delicate lips, and two vivid stars of light burned in the blue deeps of her eyes.
"Bonnibel," he cried, rapturously, "you are not angry; you forgive me—you will let me worship you, and you will love me a little in return?"
"You are very presumptuous, Mr. Dane," said she, trying to frown away the smiles that danced around her lips.
"Do not play with me, Bonnibel," he said, earnestly. "You are too young and innocent to play the coquette. Lay your little hand in mine, dearest, and promise that one day, though it may be years hence, you will be my wife."
He dropped the oars27, and suffered the fairy bark to drift at its own sweet will, while he reached his hand to hers. She hesitated one moment between girlish shyness and a mischievous28 love of teasing, but a swift look at the dark, eloquent29 face of her handsome lover conquered her. She laid her beautiful hand in his slender fingers, and murmured, in a tone of passionate30 tenderness:
"Leslie, the greatest happiness the world holds for me is to be your wife!"
Leslie Dane's dark eyes grew radiant with joy and pride.
"My darling, my queen," he murmured. "A thousand thanks for that assurance! How can I thank you enough for giving me so much happiness?"
"You have made me very happy, too, Leslie," said the girl, simply.
"But what will your uncle say to us, do you think, Bonnibel?" said he, presently. "Will he not be angry with the portionless artist who dares to sue for this fairy hand?"
"Oh! no," she said, innocently. "He has never denied me anything in his life. He will consent when he knows how much I love you. You must ask him this very evening to let us be engaged while you are away winning fame and fortune. He will not be angry."
"I hope not," said the less sanguine31 lover. "But the sun is setting, darling. We must return."
In the beautiful summer evening they rowed back through the blue waves, with the curlews calling above their heads, and the radiant sunset shining on the water with a brightness that seemed typical of the future which lay before their young and loving hearts.
At length they anchored their boat, and stepped upon the shore in full view of a large and handsome white villa32 that stood in the middle of beautiful and well-kept grounds. Toward this abode33 of wealth and pride they directed their footsteps.
"Uncle Francis is sitting out on the piazza34," said Bonnibel, as they went up the smooth, graveled walk. "You must go right[Pg 7] in and ask him, Leslie, while I run away up-stairs to dress for dinner."
"Very well, dear. And—stay, darling, if I should not be here when you come back, run down to the shore after the moon is up, and I will tell you what answer your uncle gives my suit."
"Very well; I will do so," she answered. "But I am sure that Uncle Francis will keep you to dinner, so I shall see you directly I come down."
He pressed her hand and she tripped across the piazza into the hall, and then ran up the broad stair-way to her room with a lighter35 heart than ever beat in her breast again.
Leslie Dane walked down the piazza to where Bonnibel's uncle and guardian36, Francis Arnold, the millionaire, sat in his easy-chair puffing37 his evening cigar, and indolently watching the blue wreaths of smoke curling over his head.
Mr. Arnold was a spare, well-made man of sixty-five, with iron-gray hair and beard. His well-cut features were sharp and resolute23 in contour, and betokened38 more sternness than Bonnibel Vere ever dreamed of in his unfailing tenderness to herself. He was elegantly dressed, and wore a costly39 diamond ring on his little finger.
As the young man drew near, the stately millionaire arose and acknowledged his respectful greeting with considerable cordiality.
"Ah! Dane, good-evening. Have a seat and join me in a cigar."
"Thank you, I do not smoke," answered the young artist, politely, "but I am sorry to interrupt your enjoyment40 of that luxury."
"It does not matter," said the millionaire, tossing his own cigar away and resuming his seat. "Sit down, Dane. Well, how do you get on with your pictures?"
The dusky, handsome face lighted up with pleasure.
"Famously, thank you. I have sold two little pictures in New York lately at quite a fair valuation, and the critics have praised them. They say I have genius and should study under the best masters."
"Indeed! I congratulate you," said Mr. Arnold, cordially. "Do you think of taking their advice?"
"I do. I shall sail for Rome very soon now, and study there a year or two," said Leslie, his features beaming with pleasure. "I believe I shall succeed in my ambition. I feel within myself the promptings of genius, and I know that my persistent41 labor42 will conquer fame and fortune."
The elder man regarded him with some surprise. He had never seen him so enthusiastic on any subject before, even that of his beloved art.
"You seem very sanguine and determined," he observed with a smile.
"I am determined," answered Leslie, gravely. "I mean to conquer success. You remember the hackneyed quotation43:
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"'In the proud lexicon44 of youth which fate reserves to a bright manhood, There is no such a word as Fail!'"
"I did not know you had such a towering ambition, Dane," said the millionaire, with a smile.
"My ambition is no higher than my hopes, Mr. Arnold, for I have come here this evening to ask you for the hand of Miss Vere when I shall be in a position worthy45 of that high honor!"
"Sir!"
The word rolled out of the millionaire's mouth like a thunder-clap.
He straightened himself in his chair, seeming to grow several inches taller, and his iron-gray hair seemed to stand erect46 on his head with indignant surprise. His keen gray eyes regarded Leslie Dane with a stony47 stare of surprise, bordering on contempt.
"I have the sanction of your niece, Miss Vere, to ask of you her hand in marriage," repeated Leslie Dane, calmly.
Mr. Arnold sprang to his feet, furious with rage, pale as death under the influence of this overmastering emotion.
"Villain48!" he cried out in loud, excited tones. "Do you mean to tell me that you have abused the confidence I reposed49 in your honor as a gentleman, to win the heart of that innocent, trusting child? You, a poor, penniless, unknown artist!"
"I grant you I am poor, Mr. Arnold," answered Leslie Dane, rising and confronting his accuser with a mien50 as proud as his own. "But that I have abused your confidence, I deny! Bonnibel loves me as I love her, but I have taken no undue51 advantage to gain her love. You invited me here, and gave me every opportunity to cultivate her acquaintance. Can you wonder that I learned to love one so sweet and beautiful?"
"I wonder at your presumption52 in telling her so!" flashed the angry guardian. "If you loved her you should have worshiped her from afar as a star too far away to warm you with its beams. By Jove! sir, do you know that Bonnibel Vere will be my heiress? Do you know that the best blood of the land flows in her veins53? Do you know that her father was General Harry54 Vere, who fell bravely in battle, and left a record as proud as any in the land?"
"General Vere's fame is not unknown to me, sir," answered Leslie, calmly. "I give him due honor as a hero. But, sir, my blood is as blue as Bonnibel's own! I belong to the noblest and best family of the South. True, we lost all our wealth by the late war, but we belong to the first rank yet in point of birth. I can give you perfect satisfaction on these points, sir. And for the rest, I do not propose to claim Bonnibel until I have realized a fortune equal to her own, and added fresh laurels55 to the name that is already crowned with bays in the far South, from whence I come. My father was an officer in the army, too, sir, and not unknown to fame."
"We waste words," said the millionaire, shortly. "No matter what your birth, you were presumptuous in addressing my niece, knowing that your poverty must be an insuperable bar to your union. Perhaps it was her wealth you were after. The idea of making love to that child! She is but a child, after all, and does not[Pg 9] know her own mind. A simple, trusting child, ready to fall a prey56 to the first good-looking fortune-hunter that comes along."
"Were it not for your gray hairs, Mr. Arnold, I should not permit you to apply such an insulting epithet57 to me!" flashed out Leslie Dane in a white heat of passion.
"You provoked it, sir," cried the old man, wrathfully; "you to try to win my little ewe-lamb from me. She, that her dying mother, my only sister, gave to my arms in her infancy58 as a precious trust. Do you think I would give her to you, or to any man who did not stand head and shoulders above his fellow-men in every point of excellence59? Would I waste her sweet years waiting for you to grow worthy of her? No, no, Leslie Dane, you can never have my darling! She shall never give you another thought. Go, sir, and never darken my doors with your unworthy presence again!"
He pointed60 to the door, and the young artist had no choice but to obey. He was trembling with passion, and his dark eyes blazed with a light not pleasant to see.
"I obey you, sir," he said, proudly. "I go, but remember I do not give up my claim on Bonnibel! Sooner or later she shall yet be my wife! And, mark me, sir, you have done a bitter work to-day that you shall one day repent61 with all your soul."
With the words he was gone, his tall, proud figure striding down the graveled walk, and disappearing in the twilight62 shadows.
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momentous
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