Poor, pretty Bonnibel! she had fallen upon dark days. She had been deceived by Mrs. Arnold's protestations at first, but by degrees a new light began to break upon her. Mrs. Arnold began to practice a degree of parsimony3 toward her that was bewildering to the girl. She withdrew Bonnibel's allowance of money, and at last the girl found her dainty little purse quite empty, and likely to remain so—a thing that had never happened to her before in the course of her life, for her uncle had been lavishly4 generous to her in respect to pin-money. Her supply of mourning was extremely limited, and but for her quiet mode of life would have been quite inadequate5 to her needs.
But if Mrs. Arnold had wished to diminish Bonnibel's beauty by giving it so meager6 a setting she failed in the endeavor. The jewel was too bright to miss extraneous7 adornment8.
The somber9 black dresses could not dim the gleam of her golden hair, the sparkle of her sea-blue eyes. Her white brow and throat were like the petals10 of a lily, and with returning health a lovely rose-tint began to flush her cheeks.
Her beauty was a royal dower of which no spite or malignity11 could deprive her. Clothed upon with sackcloth she would still have remained,
"A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair."
Bonnibel knew that she was beautiful. She had heard it remarked so often that she could not be ignorant of the fact.
In those past happy days that now seemed so far away she had taken a childish, innocent pride in the knowledge. But now in her trouble and loneliness she had forgotten it, or cared for it no more. So it never occurred to her to ascribe the painful change in her aunt and Felise to the fact that was quite obvious to others—the very plain fact that she had unconsciously rivaled[Pg 44] Felise with Colonel Carlyle and that he only waited a proper season to declare himself.
There was none of the dawdling12 and hesitation13 now that had marked his courtship of Felise and prevented him from making the important declaration she had schemed and toiled14 for. He had virtually jilted Felise, for he had done everything but speak the important words, but the proud girl bore his desertion in ominous15 silence that boded16 no good to the man who had thus wronged her.
Lucy and Janet, the respective maids of the two young ladies, held many a whispered colloquy17 over Colonel Carlyle's defection. Janet indeed was an object of sympathy in those days, for she had to bear the brunt of Felise's anger, which was no slight thing to endure. Indeed, it is probable that the much-enduring maid would have given warning on the spot had it not been for an affaire du c?ur which she was carrying out with the footman.
Rather than be separated from this object of her fond affections Janet remained in Felise's service and endured her caprices and ill-treatment with that heroic fortitude18 with which women from time immemorial have borne slight and wrong for love's sake.
"Will Miss Bonnibel marry him, do you think, Lucy?" asked Janet at one of their solemn conclaves19.
"I don't know," Lucy answered. "Seems to me the child don't have the least idea of what is going on right afore her eyes. I don't believe she knows that the colonel is a courtin' her! She thinks he is a friend, like, and because he knew her father in the army and talks a good deal about his bravery, she listens to him and never dreams that she has cut Miss Felise out right afore her face."
"And serves her right, too," said Janet, heartily20, taking a malicious21 pleasure in the defeat of her over-bearing mistress; "I, for one, am downright glad that she has cut my lady out of her rich beau! It would be a fine match for Miss Bonnibel since her uncle has left her without a cent."
"I hope she will marry him," said Lucy. "Things isn't going at all to my notion in this house, Janet. Sour looks and impident words is flung around altogether too free in my young lady's hearing. And she getting that shabby that she have got but one decent mourning gown to her back, and I hear nothing said of a new one! As for money I don't believe Mrs. Arnold has given her a single penny since her uncle died; I've seen her little purse and it's quite empty. I'd have put a few of my own savings22 into it, only I was afraid she might be angry."
"I hope she'll marry Carlyle and queen it over them both," said Janet. "I tell you, Lucy, it was very strange that Mr. Arnold's will wasn't found. I am quite sure he made one—he wouldn't have slighted your young lady intentionally23. He loved that pretty little blue-eyed girl as the apple of his eye, and there was small love lost between him and t'other one. 'Twas mysterious the way things turned out at his death, Lucy."
"Aye, it were," assented24 Lucy; "I heard Miss Bonnibel, myself,[Pg 45] tell Mrs. Arnold down at Sea View when she were sick, that her uncle told her he had made a will and provided liberally for her. And Mrs. Arnold laughed at her and pretended that the fever hadn't got out of her head yet. She didn't want to believe there was a will, Janet, she didn't! Now I ask you, Janet, what has become of that there will?"
Janet laughed scornfully and significantly.
"Ah! it's gone where Miss Bonnibel's blue eyes will never shine on it," said she. "It'll never see the light of day again. All that she can do is to marry Colonel Carlyle and get even with them all."
"I wish she would," sighed Lucy; "but I don't believe she will. They said she was in love with a young artist last summer, and that her uncle drove him away—the same young man they laid the murder on, you know."
"Do you believe he did it, Lucy?"
"Not I," said Lucy, with a scornful sniff25. "I'd sooner believe they did it between themselves! I've seen the young man when he used to come visiting the master at Sea View. A handsome young man he was, and that soft-spoken he would not hurt a fly, I know. But he was poor and made his living by drawing pictures, and since Miss Bonnibel is poor, too, now, I'd rather she'd marry that rich old man, for, poor dear, what good could she do as a poor man's wife!"
"Has she forgotten the young feller, do you think?" inquired Janet, thinking of her own "young feller" below stairs with a thrill of romantic sympathy for Miss Vere's love affair.
"Oh, dear, no, and never will," said Lucy, confidently. "She never names him; but I know she's been grieved and unhappy over and above what natural grief for Mr. Arnold could amount to. But I doubt it's all over between them. He's been in hiding, of course, somewhere, ever since they accused him of the murder, and I doubt if Miss Bonnibel ever sets her sweet blue eyes on his handsome face again."
"If he's not guilty why don't he come out and prove his innocence26?" exclaimed the romantic Janet. "What a fine scene there would be—Miss Bonnibel all in smiles and tears of joy, and t'other ones scowling27 and angry at them two lovers."
"Ah! I can't tell you why he doesn't do so," answered Lucy, sighing; "but there must be some good reason for't. No one could get me to believe that Mr. Dane did that wicked and cruel murder! My young mistress, so innocent as she is herself, could never have loved a man that was mean enough to do that deed!"
The loud peal28 of Miss Herbert's dressing-room bell resounding29 through the house broke up the conference between the maids, and Janet went away to answer it, muttering, angrily:
"Lucy, I do wish we could change mistresses for awhile. I'm that tired with tramping up and down to wait on that ill-natered upstart that all my bones are sore."
So Bonnibel's circumstances and prospects30 were discussed in high life up-stairs, and by servantdom down-stairs, while she herself, the most interested party, was ignorant of it all.
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How could she, whose torn heart was filled with one single aching memory, take note of all that went on about her?
She was still living in the past, and took small heed31 of the present. She thought Colonel Carlyle was still fond of Felise, and that his little kindnesses and attention to her were offered to her for her father's sake. She felt grateful to him, but that was all. She was not pleased when he came, nor sorry when he went. So, when the long, cold days of winter wore away and nature began to smile with the coming of a genial32 spring, and Colonel Carlyle could restrain his impatient ardor33 no longer, his proposal of marriage, worded with all the passion of a younger lover, came upon her with the suddenness of a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
"Surely, Mr. Carlyle, I have misunderstood your meaning," she said, looking up at him when he ceased to speak, with terror and fright in her large eyes. "You asked me to—to——"
"To marry me," said the colonel. "You have not misunderstood me, Bonnibel. I love you, my darling, as passionately34 as any young man could do. I ask you to give yourself to me for my cherished wife. It would be the sole aim of my life to make you happy. Will you be my wife, little darling?"
"Why, you—you are engaged to Miss Herbert," said Bonnibel, in surprise and reproach.
"I beg your pardon, my dear. I am not. I admire and esteem35 Miss Herbert very much, but I have never addressed a word of love to her. It is you whom I love—you whom I wish to make my wife," exclaimed the ardent36 colonel.
"I certainly understood that you would marry Felise," answered Bonnibel, gravely.
"It was a very serious error on your part, my dear little girl, for I have been trying all the winter to make you see that I loved no one but you."
"I never dreamed of such a thing," exclaimed the girl, in a tone of genuine distress37.
"Then you are the only one who did not suspect it," said he, in a mortified38 tone. "The fact was very patent to all others."
Bonnibel looked down at the shimmering39 opal on her finger, and a blush of shame rose over her delicate features. She thought to herself, impulsively40:
"This is dreadful for me—a wedded41 wife—to sit here and listen to such words without the power of protesting against them."
"Perhaps you think I am too old for you, my angel," said the colonel, breaking the silence; "but my heart and my feelings are much younger than my years. I could not have loved you more ardently42 thirty years ago. But if age is a fault in your eyes, my darling, I will atone43 for it by every indulgence on earth, and by a deathless devotion."
"Oh, pray, do not say another word, Colonel Carlyle. It can never be, sir. I can never be your wife!" exclaimed the girl, in deep agitation44.
"But why not, my dearest girl?"
"I do not love you, sir," said the girl, cresting45 her graceful46 head half-haughtily upon her slender throat.
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"I will teach you to love me, darling. Come, say that you will let me take you away from this house, where I can see that they hate you, and make your life more happy. I will do anything to further your happiness, Bonnibel," urged the colonel.
"What you wish is quite impossible, sir. I beg that you will dismiss the subject, my dear, kind friend, and forget it," repeated Bonnibel, earnestly.
"I will not take no for an answer," replied the colonel, obdurately47. "I have taken you by surprise, and you do not know your own mind, my dear little girl. I will give you a week to decide in. Think of all the advantages I can offer you, Bonnibel, and of my devoted48 love, and say yes when I come back for your answer."
So saying he abruptly49 took his leave.
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