They were landed in a lovely cove10 near the Dumplings. Mr. Dulger was ardent11 in his endeavours to aid the Queen of the Day, Miss Millicent, in disembarking; so ardent that Nemesis12 thought he needed quenching13, and so quenched14 him a little. He slipped knee-deep into the water with a ducking splash. Dunstan handed the lady out, while Peter Skerrett picked Billy up with a mild reproof15.
[197]The party was one of many elements; these soon grouped or paired in elemental concord16, and all the slopes were gay with the sight of lolly circles, and jocund17 with the sound of their lively laughter. The band piped unto them and somewhat they essayed to dance upon the undulating sward. It was remarked by the Millarders that Mr. Belden and Mrs. Budlong were absent a long time, and that afterwards he was very devoted19 to Diana. It was also remarked that Miss Arabella was getting tired of the Frenchman. Dear me! how people do remark things.
Mr. Waddy did not feel out of place at the picnic, because, as a man of the universal world, he was always in place; but he was out of spirits. Tootler wrote no more. Ira was wretched with suspenses and suspicions. Poor old Budlong—here was this wife of his hardly concealing21 her intrigue22 with Belden—her second intrigue, and this time not with a blackleg, but with one whom, he feared, was a villain23. Belden, too, was intimate with Diana, favoured by Clara; and Ira could not warn them. He had nothing except suspicion. His judgment24, sharpened by this, saw Belden as he was—plausible, flattering, laborious25 to please, cautious of offence, clever, experienced, a man of that very dangerous class who see the better and follow the worse. Mr. Waddy, therefore, seeing Belden’s success, was filled with wrath26. The old man Ira began to take control of his lately stoical nature.
[198]“I’m getting dangerous,” he felt; and not all the petting of Mrs. Aquiline27, nor all the attentions of the daughtery mothers and nubile28 daughters, could distract him or make him distracted from this ugly presence of hateful thoughts. He observed that Belden was uneasy when he was by, and concealed29 his unease by a seeming cordiality. Mr. Waddy began to tingle30 with a nervous sensation of presentiment31 that there was to be a crisis, an explanation, a punishment, a vengeance32—what and for what he could not yet foresee.
By-and-by, the happy moment arrived for which all other deeds at a picnic are only preparatory. The edible33 and potable picnic was announced as ready to be eaten and drunk, and a truly Apician banquet it was—thanks to Mrs. Wilkes, experienced giver of dinners and liberal feeder of mankind. Some of the banqueting was very pretty to behold34. Fair ladies are not ignoble35 in the act of taking ladylike provender36. But it must also be allowed that some of the banqueting was not so pretty.
“‘All the world
Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream——’
“But observe, that is not pulse he eats, but pâté of Strasburg, and what he is pouring down is a[199] stream, to be sure, a large one and clear, but it comes from a very poptious bottle. I cannot think it water.”
“I say, Peter,” says Guy, “let’s fuddle the Rev.”
“Guyas Cutus,” reproved Peter gravely, “you are a pagan. I have frequently remarked that difference between Cloanthus and you. You are a pagan and swear ‘I Gaads.’ He is a monotheist and swears ‘I Gaad’. In this case you can spare yourself a sacrilege. Mr. Logge is fuddling himself. Hillo,” he added, looking up suddenly as a cork38 struck him hard on the ear.
De Châteaunéant had opened a champagne39 bottle carelessly and had not only bombarded Peter, but had deluged40 Sir Comeguys. Sir Com looked quietly at the Frenchman, waiting for an apology; none came, but the bottle-holder gave a blackguard laugh. He must have been a little elated by drinking, and reckless. Miss Arabella had been particularly cool to him all day, and it had taken much wine to counterbalance his chagrin41. No one saw the little scene except Blinders and Mrs. Budlong, and the banquet went on and off brilliantly.
While the gentlemen were lighting42 cigars and separating for a few moments from the ladies, Blinders tapped De Châteaunéant on the shoulder.
“Sir Com Ambient would like to say a word to you behind the hill yonder,” he said with a meaning look. “I’ll see fair play for you.”
[200]Auguste Henri, who had continued his draughts43 intemperately44, first turned pale and then blustered45 and vinously vapoured that he would not go at any man’s dictation—he didn’t owe any apology to “ce niais.”
“You’ve got to go,” said Blinders calmly, but with conviction. “You needn’t make any apology for insulting him as you did. But you must stand up to the rack, or you can’t stay here.”
So Blinders quietly led off his man, cursing in French like the rattling46 of a locomotive. They found Peter Skerrett and Sir Com waiting behind the hill. The latter had his coat off, and was tramping this way and that, like a polar bear in a cage.
“Your name is Pierre Le Valet,” said Ambient. “You needn’t lie about it. Skewwett, show Blinders the handkerchief. I’ve been sure for some time you were one of those damn thieves that gouged47 me in Pawis. Now I know it by your looks and by that name. You’ve behaved like a blackguard to-day, and I’m going to lick you, if I can, on the spot. You know, Blinders, what the fellow has been doing here—cheating evewybody.”
“Take off your coat, Mr. Le Valet,” said Blinders, “and thank your stars you’ve one gentleman to thrash you and another to stand by and see you’re not killed.”
The detected blackleg made a treacherous48 rush at Ambient, furious and intending to try some shabby[201] trick of a savate, but a solid one, two smote49 his countenance50 and floored, or rather, turfed him. As he did not come up to time, Ambient took from Blinders a light Malacca joint51 and wallopped the skulking52 wretch20 until he began to scream for mercy. By this time, the facial one, two had developed into two ugly black eyes. “Hot nubbless” was unpresentable, and Peter and Blinders led him off to a boat and sent him away, swearing vengeance spitefully.
“What can he do, Peter?” asked Blinders.
“Harm, I’m afraid, to someone,” replied Peter, thinking how he had come into possession of the handkerchief and doubting much whether he had done right to show it. “What shall we say of his absence—that perfidious53 Albion and proud Gallia had a contest as to who was victor at Waterloo?”
“What have you done with Monsieur De Châteaunéant?” asked Mrs. Budlong, looking sharply at the two, as they walked back.
“He had a bad head,” replied Peter innocently, “and thought he would be better at home. We have charged ourselves with his excuses.”
After the banquet, Clara and Diana, with the two other members of their quartette, had retired54 apart from the crowd. It was almost sunset. They had chosen a vantage point of vision just at the summit of a soft slope, commanding the old fort and the bay.[202] The boats lay picturesquely55 grouped in front. The wash of waves sent up a pleasant, calming music. They were alone, except when some promenading56 couple passed at the distance. Paulding was lying half-hid by the short sweet-fern bushes, smoking lazily. Clara was near him. Diana and Dunstan were at a little distance, so that a slight modulation57 of the voice made conversation joint or separate. Diana had been the gay one thus far; but now the pensiveness58 of evening seemed to quiet her.
“The sky and water and those mossy rocks remind me of Mr. Kensett’s pictures,” Clara said. “He seems to have been created to paint Newport delightfully59.”
“Rather Newport for him to paint,” corrected Diana, “as the world was made for man, the immortal60. Besides, Mr. Kensett is not narrowed to Newport for his subjects. I notice that so many of you who know him speak of him by his prenom. Only very genial61 men are so fortunate as to be treated with this familiarity, even by their friends.”
“He is indeed genial—one of the men whose personal, apart from his artistic62 life, is for the sunny happiness of those who know him. Apropos63 of prenoms, Miss Clara,” continued Dunstan, “pray what melodious64, terminal syllables65 belong to your father’s initial, W.? G. W.—his G. is George, I know. His W. is what?”
“It is an old family name,” replied Clara;[203] “Whitegift. My father is fond of genealogy66 and traces the name to a relative, a Bishop67 Whitegift.”
“An odd name,” said Dunstan. “I seem to have heard it before. Ah, now I recollect69 having read in some old family manuscript that my ancestor, Miles Standish, had some feud70 with a Pilgrim of that name.”
Clara laughed. “You must talk with Mr. Ira Waddy. He has a legend that the first Waddy, Whitegift by name, was cook of the Mayflower, and that there grew a feud between him and Miles Standish. The cook put too little pepper in the hero’s porridge. Hence an abiding71 curse, which Mr. Waddy says depressed72 his branch of the family until his time. He represents the democratic side of our history. My father rather scoffs73 at the legend. I must tell him the odd confirmation74 of it from you. It will shock his aristocratic feelings terribly.”
“Bah! for the legend,” said Dunstan. “Your ancestors, fair lady, were gods and goddesses of other realms than those dusky and too savoury ones where cooks do reign75 supreme76. But I cannot permit my ancestor’s curse to rest longer upon you. In my capacity as his representative, in eldest77 line, I wave my hand. The curse is revoked78, nay79, changed to a blessing80. The old feud is at an end. It will never be revived between us. We shall never quarrel.”
“I hope not,” said Clara, and turning away abruptly,[204] she renewed her conversation with Paulding apart.
“You accent the ‘we,’” said Diana, “as if you could imagine yourself quarrelling with other women.”
“Yes,” said he; “why not? But women have always the advantage of us in a quarrel. We can compel a man traitor81 or wrong-doer to pistol or rifle practice. If he shirks, he becomes a colonist82 of Coventry. But a woman shelters herself behind her sex and dodges83 the duello. There ought to be a code of honour for them also.”
“There is—in the hearts of the honourable,” said she.
“Ah, yes! but who are they? How are we to know them, except by those very tests that we cannot apply until falseness and dishonour84 on the woman’s part will be to us the cause of bitter wrong, such as a man should pay us with his life?”
“So you would challenge the gay deceiver to mortal combat? Weapons, a fan against a pocket-comb, across a skein of sewing-silk. Hail! O Attila! scourge85 of Flirtationdom! Newport will be depopulated when your plan prevails.”
“Depopulated of gay deceivers and their victims. You and I, Miss Clara and Paulding, would be left to weep over the slain87 and strew88 their graves with old bouquet89 leaves. But pity the sorrows of the young heroes, murdered now and unavenged, while[205] their murderesses sing their siren song to annual freshmen90.”
“But why do your freshmen listen to siren songs?”
“Freshmen love music and are unfamiliar91 with sirens. And even men no longer so fresh, who have been forced to hear sorrowful songs, may mistake siren song for angel song. Harmony is so rare and so heavenly. We hear it one day, and land. We meet no chilling reception; the siren sings on sweetly. The dewy violet and the thornless rose are still worn and the young heart or the weary heart has but one word more of passion to say. The third and last degree of lovers’ lessons waits to be taken, lip to lip. But—Halte là! ‘Will you walk out of my parlour?’ says the spider to the fly. ‘Certainly, fair tarantula, since you insist upon it.’ Another freshman92 is on the threshold, or another not-so-very-fresh may be wooed into the web. Continue, pretty dear, your wanton wiles93. Sing away, Siren, seeming angel. We are out. Adieu!” and Dunstan, whose cigar was smoked to the thick, drew an immense puff94 and breathing out a perfect ring, deposited it upon his engagement finger. He held up his hand, while the smoke slowly drifted away in the still, warm air.
Diana laughed. “Very well done, the ring and the description. But the termination was rather too contemptuous for the poetry of the beginning.”
“Was it?” said he. “Contempt is not a pleasant[206] feeling. I supposed myself too old to express, if not to have it.”
“Did you mean your history,” asked Diana, “for the epitaph of a dead love?”
“A dead love? No! Diana, no! It was the hic jacet on the cenotaph of a hundred buried flirtations—my own and other men’s. Not all of them can chisel95 the inscription96 as coolly as I do, nor be as indulgent as I am to the memory of the names inscribed97. But love! Love is undying!”
As he said this, they heard a little rustle98 and a sigh near them. They turned. It was Miss Milly Center. She had heard, perhaps, all the conversation. She rose and seemed about to speak, but her effort ended in something like a sob99, and two rather well-made tears started and overran her cheeks.
Just then a cheerful voice came over the hill: “‘Oh, Susannah! don’t you cry for me——’” and a very shiny glazed100 hat with a black ribbon, such as is some men’s ideal of “the thing” for a head-piece at a water-party, appeared. This hat was on the top of Billy Dulger.
“I was looking for you, Miss Milly,” he cried, “and wondering where you had wandered to.”
“I’m very glad you have found me,” said she. “I don’t care to be third in either of these duos.”
She had whisked away her tears before she turned to answer Billy Dulger’s hail, and now with a smile[207] she took his arm and walked away. But it was not a very happy smile.
Clara and Paulding had not perceived her presence until Dulger appeared; they were too distant to hear the conversation just interrupted, or to observe her confusion.
“Perhaps Miss Center recognised herself in the heroine of your tale,” said Diana. “Do you know the hero? It must have happened long ago. I think you have made Mr. Dulger’s fortune. He has been a faithful swain, I hear. So you think that, though flirtations may, love cannot die?”
“Diana,” he began, and it was the second time he had addressed her thus. He paused; the sun had just set. A flash and burst of white smoke shot from the ramparts of Fort Adams, across the strait. It was the sunset gun. A great, massive, booming crash came over the water, and then, eagerly, tumultuously chasing it, a throng7 of echoes followed.
“O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever.”
“Diana,” continued Dunstan, “let us walk a little.”
They went on for a few steps in silence, her arm in his. They had not noticed the direction they took, and these few steps brought them over the crest[208] above the banqueting spot. Several of the party were gathered about Mrs. Wilkes and aiding her in arranging for return.
“Come, Mr. Dunstan,” cried Mrs. Wilkes, catching101 sight of him as he was turning back. “You are just the person I wanted to select Mrs. Wellabout’s forks and Mrs. Skibbereen’s spoons. No! no! I can’t excuse you. Young men must make themselves useful at my picnics. You’ve had the belle102 long enough. She must be tired of you by this time. I understand what it means when ladies bring their cavaliers back to the chaperon’s neighbourhood.”
Dunstan half uttered an ugly Spanish oath. Diana, half-hearing, gave him a reproving look. Belden and another gentleman approached and Dunstan was dragged off to identify spoons and forks. He recognised all his obligations to Mrs. Wilkes, and did his best to help that busy lady through her embarrassments103 with clumsy servants. He did not even break plates and dishes. Men who have had their California or frontier experience, understand themselves in crockery and cookery. Still, at this moment, he would have preferred not to be so useful.
And now Mrs. Wilkes, like a wise mother of an errant brood, began to sound her homeward notes of recall. The roll of the party began to complete itself. Someone asked, “Where is Diana?” Where, indeed?
[209]“I saw her walking off alone towards the Dumplings some time ago,” Gyas Cutus said. “I asked if she wanted a companion and she said no—so I thought I wouldn’t go.”
“You may go and look for her, Mr. Dunstan,” said the chaperon, “as payment for your industry.”
Dunstan sprang up and non scese, no, precipitò down the hillside. Clara looked anxiously after him. These were the saddening moments of twilight104, when sunset glories are gloom and we are not yet quite reconciled to night. Some one of the festal party said that the evening was ominously106 beautiful—it seemed there could never be another to compare with it. Splendours were exhausted107.
The Dumplings stands upon a low, craggy hillock at the water’s edge. In front is a bit of precipice108; then a scarped slope, covered with débris, such as bricks, stones, broken bottles, sardine109 boxes, and chicken bones; then rocks again and water. On the landward side the rough hillock is still steep, but overcome by a path circling the crumbling110 round of the fort. This path is rather up and down, enough so to blow most dowagers and duennas; the ascent111 has therefore its great uses in the world, and many a tender word has been gasped112 from panting hearts of those who panted up together, eluding113, for precious moments, the stern duenna below.
Dunstan climbed rapidly up. It was but a few steps, yet in the moment all that had ever passed[210] between him and Diana came powerfully back, as all the sounds of a lingering storm are suddenly embodied114 in one neighbour thunder-clap, and all its playfully terrible lightnings, illuminating115 scenes far away, concentre in the keen presence and absence of the flash that strikes near by. The evening, whose ominous105 beauty had impressed him also, was so still that he could hear gushes116 of gay laughter from the party. He could see nothing of Diana. She must be within the fort. As he stepped along the narrow ledge117 of the pathway, he checked himself an instant before entering the ruined gateway118, and called “Diana!” No answer! Could she have gone elsewhere? He sprang within the inclosure.
Diana was there. She sat leaning against an angle of the crumbling wall. As he entered, she turned towards him a ghastly and agonised face. She did not stir. She was pressing her handkerchief to her arm. He was at her side in an instant.
“Blood! blood again!” he said, with a dreadful shudder119. “It shall not part us now—Diana, my love! my love!”
He took her very tenderly in his arms. Blood was flowing freely from a wound in her arm. He tore off his cravat120 and checked the flow and was binding121 the place with his handkerchief. The agonised look on her face changed to a smile of gentleness.
“Harry122,” she said, “this is nothing—a scratch—I fainted and fell. That was the old wound. I am[211] dying with the old wound. Dying to-day, when I was happy again—to-day, when I know you love me still.”
“Love you—oh, Diana! I have been waiting through all this long despair for this one moment. I knew the terror must pass away that separated us, and now a new terror comes—the old wound—dying—no! no! Oh, my God!”
He drew back and looked at her. There was no dreary123 ghastliness in her pallor. He took her in his arms again for one long, lover kiss—one long kiss of life to life and soul to soul. In that kiss all their old hopes were fulfilled; all their old confidence came back again; all doubt and hesitation124 were gone forever. Fate, that was so cruel to them, forgave them again. The old terror between them had slowly sunk away, like a vanishing, ghostly dream,—vanishing as light of heaven grows strong and clear over the soul. The blood that they knew of on each other’s hands was washed and worn away, flowing no longer between, a dark line, narrow but deep as the river of death.
They had riven their last embrace long ago, because a death, bloody125 and terrible, beheld126 them with dead, chilling eyes. Even that last embrace, with all its passionate127 despair, seemed a sacrilege, a repeated parricide128. What if the murder was no murder? Then there was the dead. There, studying them with staring eyes, staring beyond them into an[212] eternity129 of vengeance. Was that a place for love’s endearments130? For tenderness dear and delicate? No! no! depart! Fly, lover! Seek thy saddest exile! Crush thy dear, dear longings131! Forget! ah, yes, forget! That guiltless crime they knew of severed132 them. Go! Let this impossible love be crushed or forgotten.
Crushed! Forgotten! These despot words are uttered easily; but all the while they know their futileness. Stronger grows mightiness133 until it has prevailed. And love is the strongest strength. This is the permanent and uncontrollable victor, stronger than death.
But slowly for these lovers the sense of their guiltlessness overcame the awe134 of crime. Heaven pardons ah! things more guilty far, than their unhappy and bewildered innocence135. They saw pardon rising over them, pale but hopeful as the twilight of dawn. And when this pardon overspread their hearts, like the throbbing136 violet of daybreak, and the pardoned lovers met, how could they know that parting had not done its common work? All common loves are slain by separation. So these two lovers stood apart; each ignorant whether Heaven had been generous to the other of its gift of pardon, and each unwilling137, as proud souls may be, to hold the other to old pledges and perhaps detested138 bonds. Apart, but approaching surely; until the pleasant, meaning playfulness of picnic talk, and the fateful apparition[213] of the flirt86, and the chance confession139 of an old, half-forgotten folly140, had revealed to them, clear as their hopes had been, the certainty of their love, unchanged, unchangeable, eternal, infinite.
He had taken Diana in his arms again. Her hurt was surely not grave, a cut upon her arm as she fainted and fell. But again another spasm141 of paling agony passed over her face.
“The old wound,” she said despairingly. “I am fainting again. Take me to Clara.”
He lifted her—she, so dying as it seemed—he so strong in his heart’s agonies of death.
He did not note it then, but he remembered long afterward18, that as he passed from the fort, the moon was rising pale and solemn, through the dull, leaden blush, reflected from sunset upon the misty142 east.
The gay picnic party had hardly observed Dunstan’s brief absence. Clara was watching the fort, and as Dunstan issued with his burden, she ran wildly down the slope. She met them at the foot of the escarpment. Dunstan had found himself staggering at the last few steps and was resting, kneeling by Diana. Clara knelt by his side.
“Dear sister,” said Diana, unclosing her eyes, and seeming to revive at her presence. She made a feeble movement with her wounded arm. “It is nothing, dear Clara. But I am suffering from the old pain. Forgive me that I concealed something. I could not tell you all. Now I can, for I have[214] found my old unchanged love. We will rest here a moment. I grow stronger. Perhaps I can walk to the boats. Harry, tell her all our sad story. Dear Clara!”
Dunstan, in a few quick full words, gave Clara the history of their love and their parting. Clara listened, divining much with eager interpretation143.
“Dear Diana! Who could have been strong to bear this?” said she. “Why could you not let me comfort you?”
“I thought,” said Diana, “that there was to be comfort for me nevermore, until Miss Sullivan was my angel of pardon. Oh, how wise and good she is! My mother—our mother, dear sister.”
The unwilling, almost unconscious coldness that had withdrawn144 Clara from her friend, had utterly145 passed away. It shamed her now like a crime, that uncontrollable passion had made her an unacknowledged, unperceived rival. But the harm was done, and she must know it bitterly in her heart and endure silently. She kissed Diana tenderly, desolately146, and gave her hand to Dunstan. They felt the tenderness: they could not see the desolation.
Paulding, who had been at the boats, bestowing147 paraphernalia148, now appeared, and learning from the party that something was wrong, he came swinging down the slope with giant strides.
“I can walk now,” said Diana. “To-day speak to Mr. Paulding and the others only of my fall and[215] the cut; that explains itself. The rest by-and-by,” and she smiled hopefully with that beautiful smile, sadder than tears to those who behold it and know the hopelessness of its deceiving consolation149.
Paulding came up, followed by Sir Comeguys. Both showed great concern at the accident. Diana thanked them and said that she hoped it was only trifling150, though a shock at first. She then walked slowly to the boats, clinging to Dunstan’s arm.
Everyone was in such consternation151 at Diana’s accident that she made efforts to recover her usual spirits and partly succeeded. Good Mrs. Wilkes must not be mortified152 by a calamity153 at her picnic. All the men who did not venture to be in love with Diana, or who loved elsewhere, liked her, and the ladies were not jealous of so unconscious a belle. She had breadths of sympathy. Miss Milly Center, Queen of the Birthday Festival, came and took Diana’s hand softly and was very sorry. And when Diana thanked her gently, poor Milly, on her gay birthday, burst into tears.
In Miss Milly’s walk with Mr. Dulger, she had been very exasperating154. There was no object she carried that she did not drop, and few that she did not break or tear. Poor Billy was put terribly in fault by her conduct. He could not endure it another day, and when Milly finally crashed her parasol into a bag of silk filled with comminuted whale-bone, and said, “You must have it mended to-morrow[216] before eleven, Mr. Dulger, and bring it to me,” he resolved to make the morrow’s morn the crisis. It should end for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, his dumb thraldom155. He would kick away the platform and be a dangler156 no more, even if he broke his neck. Courage, Billy Dulger!
Mr. Belden was especially distressed157 at the accident. In fact, he seemed, in speaking to Clara, to assume a right to more than friendly sympathy. Clara observed, now for the first time, that singular resemblance between him and Dunstan. She saw why Diana had allowed an intimacy158.
Clara, studying Belden’s face, quickly and keenly, discovered that the resemblance was not a pleasant one. All her old distrust of him returned.
“Please do not speak of it to-day, Mr. Belden,” she thought proper to say to him, “but you will be glad to know that Diana and your friend, Mr. Dunstan, are engaged. It is an old affair revived. It began in Texas a long time ago.”
Belden, with his usual self-possession, said what was friendly and commonplace on such occasions. Clara was almost deceived. She could not hear the monosyllable he sent out with a blast, as he turned toward Mrs. De Flournoy.
Admiral Mrs. Wilkes re-embarked her party for the moonlight sail. Except Diana’s accident, which that lady made light of to the happy chaperon, everything had gone on and off most prosperously.[217] It was whispered that Titania had accepted Mr. Nicholas Bottom, the millionaire; and poor Cinderella, whom the hostess feared might be neglected, had been walking all day and picking buttercups with Mr. Oberon, the genius.
So with the faint breeze of a silent night of summer, they drifted across the bay, away along the path of moonlight. Song and gay hail and answer passed from boat to boat of the flotilla. Delicious night! Happy world! Fortunate Miss Milly Center, with such a joyous159 birthday! Kind Mrs. Wilkes! Universal success! Huzza!
At the Millard, Mr. Waddy and Peter Skerrett found Mr. Budlong just arrived. He came up to them with his now anxious manner.
“That beggar of a Frenchman has come home pretty well bunged up,” he said. “He has sent word that he wants to see me. I wish you would go, Peter, my boy, and talk to him. I can’t guess what it means. If he wants to borrow money, lend him.”
Mrs. Budlong came in with Belden. She gave her husband a couple of fingers of welcome. Millard’s band was playing and she, with several other untiring females, organised a hop68.
Peter Skerrett went off to see De Châteaunéant. It was late when he came down. He found Mr. Waddy waiting on the piazza160, his cigar oddly lurid161 in the mosquitoless moonlight.
[218]“He makes conditions,” said Peter, “the infernal shabby wretch! He says if they don’t give him Miss Arabella, he’ll expose Mrs. Budlong. He pretends to have proofs; and I’m sorry to say that I fear he has them. I could have beaten him to death, the contemptible162 cuss! if he hadn’t been lying there in bed, sick and swelled163 like a pumpkin164. He can’t show to-morrow and we shall have all day to work.”
“He’ll sell out, won’t he, Peter?” asked Mr. Waddy. “I haven’t contributed to foreign missions yet, and here’s an opportunity. We’ll try and arrange it to-morrow.”
Dunstan called late at Mr. Waddie’s. Clara saw him.
“Diana is doing well,” she said. “We will have good hope,” and in her fair beauty by the moonlight she seemed to him an angel of hope. He could not see her tears as she turned away and fled from him, and from herself, to Diana’s bedside.
All night he walked and wandered on the cliffs, watching the light in Diana’s window. Sometimes he thought he saw another figure wandering like himself; but always when he approached, he found some uncertain deceptive165 object, shrub166 or rock. He was alone in the moonlight, with his memories, his hopes, his despairs. Alone in the wide world with his love. Dying? No! He would not interpret thus the melancholy167 fall of waves.
Mr. Belden was rather late that night. He had[219] been walking somewhere with Mrs. Budlong—very late somewhere with Mrs. Budlong; he sat in his room reflecting.
“Hell!” said he again. “I’ve lost the Diana chance, whether she meant to cheat me or not. Well, I’m sure of my bet on the race; and if the worst comes to the worst, I’m glad to know that Betty Bud has some money of her own. I’m sure of her. That job is done.”
I am afraid Belden was becoming a very vulgar ruffian. He had very soon, in coarser amours, drowned his first disappointment for the loss of Diana.
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