That thou hast lived, my friend?
Of merry smiles and bitter tears,
Is this the end?
Tho' sad and dark the past appears,
God to thy soul will courage send,
And Christ will whisper in thine ears
The word which hearts desponding cheers;
So rise and to thy work attend.
Nor let the wicked ask with jeers1
Is this the end?"
A few days after a decision had been arrived at concerning the marriage Basil Beaumont made his reappearance in Garsworth, and took up his old quarters at "The House of Good Living," in order to come to a final understanding with Reginald Blake.
The artist was in an excellent humour, for, according to his own judgment3, he was master of the situation. He had only to threaten Reginald with the loss of his newly acquired wealth, and, judging the young man's nature by his own, he felt satisfied that, sooner than surrender Garsworth Grange, the false heir would pay him a handsome income to hold his tongue. With such income he would retire to the Continent and amuse himself for the rest of his life, while, as for Patience, seeing that he had no further use for her, she could make what arrangement she liked with Reginald, and please herself in her manner of living. With all this astute4 calculation, however, Beaumont made no allowance for the different nature of his son, and did not for a moment think that the young man's nobility of soul would induce him rather to resign everything, at whatever cost, than keep possession of what he knew was not rightfully his own.
He learnt from Kossiter that Reginald and Una were going to be married the next week, and smiled cynically5 to himself as he thought how easily he could stop the ceremony.
"If Una Challoner only knew the truth," he thought, "I think even her love would recoil6 from such a trial. Reginald Blake, the wealthy bastard7, is one thing; but Reginald Blake, the pauper8 bastard, is another. Yes, I think I hold the best hand in this game; as to Patience! bah! my cards are somewhat too strong for her to beat."
Mr. Beaumont had only arrived a short time, and was seated before the fire smoking in the dull light of the winter afternoon, preparatory to writing a letter to Reginald. Margery, bright and alert, was clearing away the luncheon9, so Mr. Beaumont, wishing to be quite sure of his ground, began to question her concerning the events which had taken place during his absence.
"I hear Miss Challoner is going to be married to Mr. Blake," he said genially10; "it's a good match for her."
"And for him, too, sir," retorted Margery indignantly. "Miss Una is as sweet a young lady as you will find anywhere."
"No doubt," answered Beaumont blandly11. "They are a charming couple, and certainly deserve the good opinion of everybody; but tell me, Margery, what about Dr. Nestley? I suppose he has gone long ago?"
"No," said Margery, shaking her head, "he is still here."
"In this place?"
"Yes sir, very--very ill."
"Humph!" thought Beaumont, "got the jumps, I expect. What is the matter with him?" he asked aloud.
"He lost his way in the snow storm last week," explained Margery deliberately12, "and nearly died, but Farmer Sanders found him on the bridge and brought him here."
"Oh! and is he here still?"
"He is, sir. He was quite delirious13, sir--raved awful. Dr. Blank's been attending him, and Miss Mosser."
"The blind organist--why has she turned nurse?"
Margery smiled in a mysterious manner.
"Well, folks say one thing and some folks say another," she replied, folding the table-cloth, "but I think she's in love with him; anyhow, as soon as she heard he was ill she came here like a mad woman, with Miss Busky, and both of 'em have been nursing him ever since."
"How good of them," said Beaumont ironically, "and is he better?"
"He's sensible," answered Margery cautiously, "but very weak. I don't know as he'll live."
"I'd like to see him. You know I'm a friend of his--do you think I could go up to his room?"
"I don't know, sir," returned Margery stolidly14. "I'll ask Miss Mosser."
"Do, that's a good girl, he replied, and Margery departed.
"Poor Nestley," muttered Beaumont to himself, lighting15 another cigarette, "it was rather a shame of me to have led him on like I did, but if I hadn't he would have interfered16 with my plans concerning old Garsworth, so I had to--self-preservation is the first law of nature. Come in," he called out, as a knock came to the door. "Come in, Margery."
It was not Margery, however, but Cecilia Mosser, who entered, with a pale sad face and a painfully-strained look in her sightless eyes.
"Mr. Beaumont," she said, in her low sweet voice.
"I am here, Miss Mosser," he replied, rising from his seat. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing," she replied, groping her way to the table and standing2 beside it. "Are you alone?"
"Quite alone," returned Beaumont politely.
"You wish to see Dr. Nestley?"
"If I may be permitted."
"You will not be permitted," answered Cecilia slowly; "he is still very weak, and the sight of you would make him ill again."
"And why?" asked Beaumont, rather annoyed at the firmness of her tone; "surely a friend----"
"A friend," she interrupted, in a low vibrating tone. "Yes, a friend who is one in name only."
"I don't understand you," said Basil politely. "What do you know of the friendship existing between myself and Dr. Nestley?"
"I know everything--yes everything--in his delirium17 he revealed more than he would have done----"
"Delirium--pshaw!"
"What he said then was confirmed by his own lips afterwards when he was sensible," she answered in a perfectly18 cool manner, "and I know how much your friendship has cost him--how you tried to drag him down to the lowest depths of iniquity19. God knows for what end----"
Beaumont laughed in a sneering21 way, and leaned his shoulders comfortably against the mantelpiece.
"You seem to be in the confidence of our mutual22 friend," he said, in an easy tone. "May I ask why?"
"Because I am going to be his wife," replied Cecilia, while a flood of crimson23 rushed over the pure white of her face.
"His wife--a blind girl?"
"Blind as I am he loves me," she said indignantly, "and I can protect him against you, Mr. Beaumont."
"Me? I do not wish to harm him."
"No. You could not even if you did wish; he is going to marry me, and I hope to undo24 all the harm you have done him."
"I wish you joy of your task," he replied with a sneer20. "But Dr. Nestley seems to be able to transfer his affections very easily--perhaps you do not know he was in love with Miss Challoner."
"Yes I do," she answered in a low tone, "he told me everything; and we understand one another perfectly. You have done your worst, Mr. Beaumont, and can do no more--he is going to become my husband, and, blind as I am, I hope to be his guardian25 angel from such men as you."
"These domestic details don't interest me in the slightest," he answered contemptuously, waving his hand. "Will you be kind enough to go, Miss Mosser? I have some letters to write."
"I am going," answered the blind girl, quietly feeling her way to the door. "I only came to tell you that you will never see him again--never!"
"Neither will you," he returned brutally26.
The poor girl burst into tears at the unmanly taunt27, but hastily dried them, and answered him back proudly.
"I can see him in my own mind, sir," she said indignantly, "and that is all I wish for--his faults have been of your making, and not of his own. I say good-bye to you, sir, and only wish you a better heart, that you may not make a jest of the misfortunes of others."
As she closed the door after her, Beaumont felt rather ashamed of himself, but soon recovered from the feeling, and sat down at the table to write a note to Reginald.
"Bah!" he said, as his pen travelled swiftly over the paper. "What do I care? if he likes to encumber28 himself with that woman he can do so. I don't suppose I'll ever see him again in this life, nor do I wish to--my business now is with my dear son. I'll get what I want out of him, and then the whole lot of them can go to the devil."
Meanwhile, Cecilia had returned to the sick room, where Miss Busky, still faithful to her blind friend, sat watching by the bedside of the invalid29. A pale, sickly light filtered in through the white-curtained windows, mixing with the red glow of the fire, and in this curiously30 blended twilight31 could be seen the glimmer32 of the medicine bottles on the round table by the bed, the deep arm-chair close at hand wherein Miss Busky sat the milky33 whiteness of the disordered bed-clothes and the subdued34 shine upon the surface of the furniture. Throughout the room was a complete stillness, unbroken even by the tick of a clock, and nothing was heard but the heavy breathing of the sick man.
As Cecilia entered, Miss Busky arose lightly to her feet and crossed over to her friend, speaking in a subdued whisper.
"Did you see him?" she asked.
"Yes--he will not come up, thank Heaven!--Dr. Nestley suspects nothing?"
"Nothing!--he is asleep--let me place you in the chair--I'm going out for a few minutes."
She led Cecilia forward, and the blind girl-sank into the arm-chair; then, hastily putting on her hat, Miss Busky glided35 rapidly out of the room, leaving Cecilia seated by the bed, listening to the breathing of the invalid.
So still, so quiet--it might almost have been the silence of the tomb. Then there came the light patter of rain-drops on the windows. The fire had sunk to a dull red glow, and a piece of burning coal dropped, with a singularly distinct noise, on to the fender. Nestley sighed in his sleep--moved uneasily, and then awoke--a fact which the blind girl was aware of immediately, by her acute sense of hearing.
"Cecilia," said the sick man, in a weak voice.
"I am here, dear," she replied softly. "Do you want anything?"
He put out his hand and clasped one of hers in his feeble grasp.
"Only you--only you--I thought you had left me."
"Hush36!--you must not speak much," she said, arranging the bed-clothes.
"I have had a dream," whispered the invalid fearfully, "a strange dream--that I was in the coils of a serpent, being crushed to death. But a woman suddenly appeared, and at her touch the serpent vanished and I was free. The woman had your face, Cecilia."
"Hush!--do not speak more--you are too weak--you are in safety now, and no serpent shall touch you while I am by your side."
"You will be my wife?"
"I will be your wife," she replied softly. "I have loved you from the first day I met you, but never thought you would be burdened with such a useless thing as I."
"Not useless, dear. How could I have been so foolish as not to have understood your love before? Thank God for this illness, that has opened my eyes. You have saved my life--my soul."
He stopped, through exhaustion37, and lay silently upon his pillow, watching the red flare38 of the fire glimmer on the pale face of the blind girl. A great feeling of joy and thankfulness came over him, as he felt that all the stormy, tempestuous39 life of the past was over at last--and beside him sat the one woman who could save his weak nature from yielding to the temptations of the world.
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sneer
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