“And after his lordship has been here about five minutes, Ponsonby, I wish you to call me away.”
When Canon Spratte gave this order he looked straight into the butler’s eyes to frown down any expression of surprise; but Ponsonby replied without moving a muscle.
“Very well, sir.”
He turned to leave the room, and as he did so, thinking the Canon could not see, solemnly winked3 at the portrait of Josiah, Lord Chancellor4 of England. For a moment Canon Spratte thought it must be an optical delusion5, for that vast, heavy face remained impassive. Yet he would have sworn that Ponsonby’s right lid descended6 slowly with a smooth and wary7 stealthiness. The Canon said no word, and when the butler at last disappeared smiled quietly to himself.
“Ponsonby is really a very remarkable8 character.”
It was not often that Canon Spratte exerted himself when there was none but his family to admire his conversation, but on this occasion he took the greatest pains. No human being is more difficult to entertain than a young girl, and it was a clear proof of his talent that he could charm his own daughter. Winnie was listless and depressed9. She shuddered10 still when she thought of the Railings. Their visit had precisely11 the effect which the Canon intended, and she was ashamed. She had seen Bertram that morning; and, perhaps owing to the sleepless12 night she had passed, his conversation had seemed less inspiring than usual. He was much interested in a strike which was then proceeding13 in Germany, and he bored her a little. One or two of his Radical14 theories sounded preposterous15 in her ears, and they had a short argument in which he proved to her that her ideas were silly and prejudiced. Once or twice Winnie had caught in his voice almost the same dictatorial16 manner which his sister Louise had assumed when she rated Lord Spratte. Winnie left him with a certain feeling of irritation17.
But the Canon, though he knew nothing of this, took care not to refer to Railing. He drew her into a conversation on the subjects which he knew most interested her. He used every art to flatter and amuse. He told her new stories. He ridiculed18 comically the people he had dined with on the previous evening, and such was his gift of mimicry19 she could not help but laugh. His urbanity and worldly wisdom were notorious, and he had been invited to adjust some social difficulty. He now asked her advice on the point, and holding apparently20 an opinion contrary to hers, allowed her to convince him.
“I think there’s a great deal in what you say, Winnie. It’s extraordinary that the most experienced man never catches the point of such matters so accurately21 as a woman.”
Winnie smiled with pleasure, for her father’s commendation was rare enough to be valuable. Forgetting her own troubles, she enlarged upon the topic; and he, making now and then some apposite remark, listened with gratifying attention.
“Upon my word, I think you’re quite right,” he said at last, as though completely persuaded. “I shall do exactly as you suggest.”
It was not wonderful that Winnie thought him the most remarkable of men. Then he turned to other things. He talked of his own plans and his ambitions. He knew very well that nothing compliments a young woman more than for a man of middle age to discuss with her his dearest aspirations22; and Winnie felt that she had entered for the first time thoroughly23 into her father’s life.
At length Ponsonby announced the expected visitor.
“Ah, my dear boy, I’m so pleased to see you,” cried the Canon, springing to his feet with agility24.
Wroxham, shyly, hesitating a little, offered his hand to Winnie.
“You must think me a dreadful bore,” he said, blushing pleasantly, “I’m always coming.”
“Nonsense!” interrupted his host, with great heartiness25. “We’re always delighted to see you. I want you to look upon the Vicarage as your second home.”
Shortly afterwards, according to his orders, Ponsonby appeared again. He spoke26 in an undertone to the Canon, who at once got up.
“I must ask you to excuse me for a few minutes,” he said, turning to Wroxham. “I have a parishioner waiting to see me—a very sad case. A poor woman who lost her husband a little while ago; and she’s looking out for number two, and can’t find him. A clergyman’s time is never his own.”
“Oh, pray don’t mind me,” said Wroxham.
“I shall be back in five minutes. Don’t go before I see you. Winnie will do her best not to bore you.”
He went out. Wroxham stepped forward to Winnie, who was pretending to alter the arrangement of flowers in a vase.
“I’m glad your father has left us alone, Winnie,” he said, fixing his pince-nez more firmly. “I so seldom get a chance of speaking to you.”
Winnie did not reply but pulled to pieces a marguerite.
“What does it come to?” he asked.
For a moment, not thinking of the old fancy, she made no answer; but then, remembering, held out the stalk with one remaining petal27, and smiled.
“He loves me not.”
“It’s not true. He loves you passionately29. He always will.”
With a sigh Winnie threw away the flower.
“Won’t you speak to me, Winnie?”
“What do you want me to say?”
He took her hand kindly30, and looked into her eyes, trying to discover her thoughts, trying from sheer force of his own love, to make her tender.
“Can’t you love me, Winnie?” he asked, drawing her towards him. “Did you mean it when you told me never to hope?”
“I said that only a week ago, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t mean it?”
She tore herself from him almost violently.
“But why? Why?”
She looked for a long while into his pleasant clear blue eyes, as though she sought to read his very heart.
“I wonder if you really care for me?”
“I love you with all my being,” he cried, eagerly, finding in his ardent33 love a new eloquence34. “You are all I care for in the world. You’re my very life. Ah, yes, I love you with all my heart and soul.”
Winnie did not answer immediately, but smiled happily. When she spoke there was in her voice the tremor35 of tears.
“I think I like to hear you say that.”
“Ah, Winnie.”
He held out his hands appealingly.
“I’m so miserable,” she sighed, remembering again the events of the previous days. “I want some one so badly to care for me.”
“Why don’t you tell me what’s the matter? I may be able to do something.”
“It is kind of you to be nice to me,” she smiled, almost tenderly. “You’re far nicer than I ever thought you.”
“Why do you torture me like this?” he cried, passionately. “Winnie, say you love me.”
There was a silence. Then with a blush Winnie put her hand on his arm. A new soft look came into her eyes.
“Do you remember when I first saw you? You came here with Lionel from Eton. And you were dreadfully shy.”
“But we became great friends, didn’t we?”
“How angry you used to get when I beat you at tennis.”
“Oh, you never did—except when I let you.”
“That’s what you always said, but I never believed it.”
Wroxham laughed boyishly, feeling on a sudden absurdly happy. He saw that Winnie was yielding, and yet he hardly dared to think his good fortune true.
“And do you remember how I used to punt you up and down the river in the holidays?” he said.
“How frightened I was when you fell in!”
Winnie, with a little laugh, turned to the sofa. Raising her eyelashes, she looked at Wroxham with the glance that she well knew set him all aflame.
“I’m so tired,” she murmured.
She sat down, and he, sitting beside her, took her hand. She made no effort to withdraw it.
“What lovely days those were!” she said. “But we used to quarrel dreadfully, usen’t we?”
“Only for the pleasure of making it up.”
“Do you think so? You used to make me jealous by talking to other little girls.”
“Oh, never!” he cried, shaking his head, firmly. “It was always you. You were so awfully38 flirtatious39.”
Winnie smiled and looked down at his hand. It held hers as though it would never again let it go.
“I wonder when you first began to like me?” she asked.
“I’ve never liked you. I’ve always loved you, passionately.”
“Always? Even when I wore a pig-tail and square-toed boots?”
“Always! And I always shall,” he cried, boldly putting his arm round her waist. She leaned against it as though it were a comforting support. “And I can’t live without you.”
“Are you sure?”
“You didn’t mean it when you said you couldn’t love me?” he murmured, vehemently40.
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
“My dearest!”
Quickly, eagerly, he took her in his arms and kissed her lips.
“Say you’ll marry me, Winnie?”
“I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
“Kiss me. I love you.”
Blushing, she put her lips to his, and the soft pressure made him tremble with delight. He seized her hands and kissed them in passionate28 gratitude42, repeatedly. For a while they sat in silence. Winnie, all confused, was trying to realize what she had done; but Wroxham was overwhelmed with joy.
Then the Canon’s voice was heard on the stairs, singing to himself; and Winnie quickly tore herself from her lover.
“La donna è mobile,” sang the Canon, coming in; “Tra-la-la-la-la Tra-la-la-la-la.” He started when he saw the young couple sitting self-consciously in opposite corners of the sofa. “Hulloa, I thought you must have gone! I was detained longer than I expected.”
“May I tell him?” asked Wroxham.
“Yes!”
“Canon Spratte, I want to tell you that Winnie has just promised to be my wife.”
“What!” cried the Canon. “Capital! Capital! My dear fellow, I’m delighted to hear it. You know I couldn’t have wanted a better son-in-law. My dear child!”
He opened his arms and Winnie hid her face on his bosom43. He kissed her affectionately, and then with sincere warmth shook hands with Wroxham.
“All’s well that ends well,” he cried. “I knew she was devoted44 to you, my boy. Trust me for knowing a woman’s character.”
“Papa’s wonderful,” said Winnie, with a laugh, stretching out her hand to Wroxham.
“You’ve made me very happy,” he said.
They discussed the situation for some time, and Canon Spratte was very bland45. His wildest hopes had never led him to expect that Winnie would throw herself there and then into Wroxham’s eligible46 arms; but an occasional glance, partly of amusement, was his only sign of surprise. The young man, promising47 to return for dinner, went away at last, and Theodore looked at his daughter for an explanation. She stood near a table, and began nervously48 to turn over the pages of a book. A smile broke on the Canon’s lips, for her embarrassment49 told him all he wished to know.
“Would it be indiscreet to inquire when you broke off your engagement with Mr. Railing?” he asked.
Winnie looked up.
“I haven’t broken it off.”
“And do you intend to marry them both?”
She quickly closed the book and went up to him.
“Oh, papa, you must help me,” she cried. “I’m simply distracted and I don’t know what to do.”
“But which of them do you propose to marry?”
“Oh, don’t be unkind, father. Except for you I should never have met that man. I hate him. I’m ashamed that he ever kissed me.”
“Which, my love?” he asked, as though quite perplexed50. “I have every reason to believe that both embraced you.”
“Papa!”
There was a pause. The Canon felt that he would be wanting in his paternal51 duties if he took again to his bosom a prodigal52 daughter without pointing out clearly the nature of her misdeeds. Some reproof53, tender but dignified54, gentle but explicit55, was surely needed. The child had flatly disobeyed his commands.
“Do I understand that the fact that Mrs. Railing drops her aitches and drinks gin, while her daughter is bumptious57 and vulgar, has had any effect upon your attachment58 to Mr. Bertram Railing?”
“You asked them to come here, you knew what would happen,” answered Winnie, flushing. “Oh, father, don’t be cruel. I made a fool of myself. He took me unawares and I thought for a moment that I could live his life. But I’m frightened of him.”
He said, gravely: “Which do you honestly prefer?”
“I love them both.”
“I beg your pardon!” exclaimed her father, who did not in the least await such an answer.
“When I’m with one I think he’s so much nicer than the other.”
“Really, Winnie, you can’t shilly-shally in this way,” he said, considerably59 annoyed. “You’ve just told me you couldn’t bear young Railing.”
“I can’t help it, father. When I see him I’m simply carried away. Bertram’s a hero.”
“Fiddlededee! He’s a journalist.”
“When I’m with him I’m filled with high and noble thoughts. My heart seems to grow larger so that I could throw myself at his feet. I’m not fit to be his handmaid. But I can’t live up to his ideal. I have to pose all the time, and I say things I don’t mean so that he may think well of me. Sometimes I’m afraid of him; I wonder what he’d say if he knew what I honestly was. He doesn’t really love me, he thinks I’m full of faults. He loves his ideal and the woman I may become. He makes me feel so insignificant60 and so unworthy.”
“And Wroxham?”
Winnie smiled happily.
“Oh, Harry’s different; he loves me for myself. I can be quite natural with him, and I needn’t pretend to be any better than I am. He doesn’t think I have any faults and he doesn’t want me any different from what I am. With Bertram I have to walk on stilts61, but with Harry I can just dawdle62 along at my own pace, and he’ll be only too glad to wait for me.”
“Really, Winnie, I don’t think it’s quite nice for a girl of your age to analyze63 her feelings in this way,” said the Canon, irritably64. “I hate people who can’t make up their minds. That is one of the few things upon which I feel justified65 in priding myself, that I do know my own mind.”
“You will get me out of the scrape, father?”
The Canon quickly drove away all appearance of vexation, for it was evident that his daughter still required very careful handling. He took her hand and patted it affectionately.
“You see, your poor old father is still some use after all. What do you wish me to do, my child?”
“Bertram is coming here the day after to-morrow. I want you to tell him it’s all a mistake and I can’t marry him.”
“He won’t take it from me.”
“Oh, he must. I daren’t see him again, I should be too ashamed. But be kind to him, father. I don’t want him to be unhappy.”
“You need not worry yourself about that, my darling. If there’s any man who can deal diplomatically with such matters I may say, without vanity, that it is I.” He paused and looked at Winnie sharply. “But mind, there must be no drawing back this time, or else I leave you to get out of the muddle66 as best you can. Have I your full authority to tell Sophia that you’re going to marry Wroxham?”
“Yes.”
The Canon took her in his arms.
“Kiss me, my darling. I feel sure that you will be a credit to your father and an honour to your family.”
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