General and Mrs. Gaston had a charming present for her when she went down to breakfast—a pair of exquisite5 gold bracelets6 of the most beautiful design and workmanship, and, as they seemed really pleased with the little presents that she had prepared for them, they had a very satisfactory beginning of their Christmas Day. After breakfast, she went to her room to write a letter home, and when that was done it was time to dress for church.
A little before eleven, as Miss Trevennon was standing7 in the deep bow-window of the drawing-room, equipped for the morning service, she heard a firm tread on the carpet behind her, and the next moment her somewhat rusty8 little Prayer-book and Hymnal were slipped from her hand, and a marvellous tortoise-shell case, containing two beautiful little books, substituted for them. Margaret looked up quickly, and met Louis Gaston’s smiling eyes. He had searched New York over for the prettiest set he could find, and the result satisfied him.
“You will use these instead, will you not?” he said. “I wanted to give you some little thing.”
A flush of pleasure rose to Margaret’s face.
“I never saw anything half so lovely,” she said, handling them delightedly. “To think of your taking the trouble! I suspect my shabby little books offended your fastidious taste. I never dreamed of your remembering me in this kind way. I wish I had a present for you.”
“You might give me the old ones, perhaps,” he said, hesitatingly. “I should think it a munificent9 return, for, as you say, they are worn and shabby, and that comes only from much using. How often they have been in your hands when your thoughts were away with God! I should like to keep them as a souvenir of you. May I, if you don’t particularly value them?”
“I should be only too glad for you to have them,” said Margaret, in a low voice. “Only I did not think you would care for anything like that. I asked Cousin Eugenia once what church your family belonged to, and she said you called yourselves Unitarians, but practically you were pagans. I couldn’t help hoping it was not really true—of you at least.”
“It isn’t in the least true of me,” he said, frowning, and looking so displeased10 that Margaret was almost sorry she had spoken. “I would not, for anything, have you to suppose me an irreligious man, for it is not true, and I never even called myself a Unitarian. On the contrary, I was wishing a little while ago that I could go with you to church, so that you and I might keep this day holy together.”
“Do,” said Margaret, earnestly. “I have seen that you do not very often go. Go with us to-day, and make a resolve for better things in future. You would be so wise to do it.”
“I don’t think I will go this morning,” he said; “Eugenia has not room for me in the coupé. But will you let me take you to-night? We will walk, perhaps, if it remains12 fine, and the music will be lovely. Perhaps, if we’re lucky, they will get some good voice to sing the Cantique de Noël.”
“I love that so dearly,” Margaret said. “I shall be delighted to go with you.”
A little sigh rose, as she spoke11. This was one of Charley Somers’ favorites; she had taken pains to see that he sang it correctly, and his voice was trained to it beautifully.
Her reflections were cut short by the appearance of Mrs. Gaston, who swept down the steps, elaborately arrayed in furs and velvets, and signified her readiness to set out.
Louis helped them into the carriage, and then turned away, saying he was going for a long walk. There was a look of gravity on his face that Margaret found herself recalling long afterward13.
The weather continued fine, and it proved quite mild enough for Louis and Margaret to walk to church in the evening. As they took their way along the gayly lighted streets, the young man turned suddenly and, looking down into her face, said:
“Do you know, I found a little pressed flower in my Hymnal, when I opened it this morning. Am I to keep it or return it to you?”
They were just under a gas-light, and Margaret, though she would not drop her eyes under his searching gaze, felt that she looked confused, as she said:
“No; you must give that back to me. I had forgotten it.”
It was a little flower that Charley Somers had put in there one evening, and she had never happened to remove it.
Mr. Gaston put his hand into his pocket and took out the book. It opened easily at the place, and he removed the flower, which was run into a little slit14, and handed it to her as they entered the church vestibule.
“There were some initials under it,” he said.
“Oh, you can just rub those out. It doesn’t matter,” said Margaret, as she took the flower. She was about to crush and throw it from her, when a pang15 of pity for poor Charley checked her; so she opened her own Prayer-book and hurriedly slipped it among the leaves.
The service seemed wonderfully sweet to her that night. The hymns16 and anthems17 were triumphant18 and inspiring, and the sermon was simple, earnest and comforting. Louis found his places, and used his little book sedulously19, and Margaret felt intuitively that this service was sweet to him also. As she glanced at him occasionally, she saw that his face looked serious and a little careworn20, now that she saw it in such perfect repose21.
The sermon was ended now. The congregation had risen at its termination, and had settled again in their seats. The wardens22 were walking up the aisle23 to receive the alms-basins, when the organ began to murmur24 a low prelude25. Louis and Margaret glanced at each other quickly. It was the Cantique de Noël.
Margaret leaned back in her seat, serene26 and restful, prepared for a deep enjoyment27 of the pleasure before her, and at that moment a rich, sweet voice, high up in the choir28 behind her began:
“Oh, holy night——”
At the first note uttered by that voice the color rushed to Miss Trevennon’s cheeks, and she drew in her breath with a sound that was almost a gasp29.
And up on high the beautiful voice sang on:
“It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.”
Higher and sweeter it soared—thrilling, rich, pathetic—and how familiar to the young girl’s ears was every modulation30 and inflection! How often had that flood of melody been poured forth31, for her ear alone, in the old parlor32 at home!
It was Charley Somers, and she knew that he had seen her, and that he was singing to her now, no less than then. She listened, as in a dream, while the wistful, yearning33 voice sang on. And now came the words:
“Fall on your knees! fall on your knees!”
They were somewhat indistinct, in their mingling34 of sweet sounds, and, in some vague way, it seemed to Margaret that they were a direct appeal from Charley Somers to her for mercy and pardon.
It was all so moving, and Gaston felt so touched by it himself, that it scarcely surprised him when he glanced at Margaret, as the sweet voice died away, to see that her eyes were full of tears. As they knelt for the concluding prayer she brushed away the traces of these, and when they walked down the aisle together her calmness had quite returned. And how calm and quiet her companion looked! His perfectly35 chosen clothes, the smooth neatness of his short, dark hair, and, more than all, his self-collected bearing and thoughtful face, made him a contrast to the rather carelessly dressed young man, with dishevelled, curly locks, and eager, restless eyes, who stood in the vestibule, at the foot of the gallery steps, rapidly scanning the faces of the dispersing36 congregation, in complete unconsciousness of the fact that his somewhat singular conduct and appearance were being observed by those around him. As his restless gaze at last fell upon Miss Trevennon, his knit brows relaxed, and he pressed forward.
“May I come to see you to-morrow?” he said, in eager tones, which, though low, were distinctly audible to Louis.
“Yes,” replied Margaret at once, in a somewhat tremulous voice, “at eleven in the morning.”
Then, taking her companion’s arm, she passed on. Louis had observed that the two did not shake hands, nor exchange any word of greeting. This hurried question and answer was all that passed between them. What had there been in a short, casual meeting like that to make the girl look pale and excited, as her companion saw by a furtive37 glance that she was? He could feel her hand tremble slightly when she first laid it within his arm, but the little, almost imperceptible flutter soon ceased, and she walked on very quiet and still. And so they took their way along the streets in silence. She did not seem inclined to talk, and he would not jar her by speaking.
Margaret, as she mused38 upon this meeting, was blaming herself for the concession39 she had made, which was indeed attributable altogether to the music.
“I have no resolution or power of resistance whatever, when I’m under the influence of music,” she said to herself, half angrily. “It takes away my moral accountability. I don’t believe the story of the sirens is a fable40. A beautiful voice could draw me toward itself as truly as the pole draws the magnet. It is intense weakness. I ought to have told him No, and ended the matter at once.”
Remembering that her companion would have reason to wonder at her silence, Margaret roused herself with an effort and made some comment on the service.
“It was all very beautiful,” said Louis. “I felt it very much, and I feel very happy to have gone. That solo was exquisitely41 sung. The voice does not seem to be highly cultivated, but it was thrillingly sweet.”
“It was Mr. Somers, the young man from Bassett, whose voice I have spoken to you of. He has just come to Washington, and I knew he would want to see me, so I named an hour when I was sure to be free.”
When they had reached home and were going up the steps, they found Thomas opening the door for a colored servant-man, who had two small parcels in his hand. He took off his hat and stepped back as they came up, and Thomas said:
“It is a parcel for Miss Trevennon.”
Margaret turned and held out her hand for it.
“Where from?” she said.
“From the Arlington, Miss,” replied the man, in evident trepidation42. “I’m very sorry, Miss, but there’s been a mistake. It was to have been sent this morning, but it has been such a busy day that it has been forgotten. Mr. Decourcy left particular orders, and I hope you’ll be kind enough to excuse the delay, Miss.”
Margaret turned the parcel so as to get the light from the hall gas upon it. As she did so, her expression changed quickly. It was addressed to Mrs. Vere.
“There is some mistake,” she said, coldly, with a certain high turn of the head that Louis knew. “This is not for me.”
The poor negro, who was perhaps somewhat the worse for the wine remnants left by the Arlington’s Christmas guests, was overwhelmed with confusion, and, quickly extending the other package, explained that he had made a mistake between the two, and asked Miss Trevennon rather helplessly to see if this one was not addressed to herself.
It proved to be so; and though, under the circumstances, Margaret would have preferred not to touch it, she was compelled to take it and dismiss the man, which she did somewhat curtly43.
She did not examine her parcel until she reached her own room, and even then she tossed it on the bed, and removed her wraps and hat and put them away before she untied44 the string which bound it. Once she thought she would put it out of sight until to-morrow, but, despite her disfavor toward the giver, she had a young lady’s natural curiosity as to the gift, and so she presently took it up and untied it. A little note fell out. It was dated Christmas morning at nine, and ran:
“I am just leaving for Baltimore, under a pledge to spend to-day with Amy and the children. I have been more than disappointed—hurt at missing you, both when I called and at the theatre last evening. I did not know you had been present, until I heard it by accident, after we had left. It had not at all entered into my calculations to forego the pleasure of taking leave of you in person, and I propose to get the better of fate by returning in a day or two for this purpose.
“Merry Christmas, dear Daisy, and all good wishes for the coming year! Who knows what it may have in store for us?
“So much for note number one!” said Margaret. “It would be interesting to have a glance at note number two, which I have no doubt is equally tender and gracious.”
She took up the little leather case and opened it, revealing a beautiful locket. In spite of herself, she could not withhold46 a tribute to her cousin’s taste. The workmanship and design of this little ornament47 were so effective and so uncommon48 that she felt sure Alan must have gone to some trouble about it, and most likely had it made expressly for her.
“He is kind,” she said, regretfully. “It was good of him to go back to Baltimore, in order that Amy and the children should not be disappointed. I almost wish I had not made this new discovery about him; but no, no, no! It would have been dreadful to be ignorant of the real truth of the matter.”
It occurred to her now to open the locket and, on doing so, her cousin’s high-bred face looked out. The very sight of it made her recoil49 inwardly. How well she remembered the look of these same eyes, as they had been bent50 upon Mrs. Vere, with an expression she would have liked to forget. What right had he to expect her to wear his picture? Why should she?
He had sent another note and another present elsewhere. Was there another picture, which some one else had been gracefully51 urged to wear, for the sake of hers devotedly? It was more than probable!
“I half believe I begin to understand him,” she said to herself, indignantly. “It is one of his sage52 and correct opinions that a man should marry, but all the same a man wants his little diversions. Under these circumstances he had better marry an amiable53, easy-going young thing, who is healthy and cheerful, who knows nothing of the world, and who will leave him to pursue his little diversions undisturbed. It is perfectly humiliating! I will return his locket, for the very sight of it would always sting me.”
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