They "knocked him down" for a song; and he sang a rather Anacreontic one very melodiously2, and so loud that certain of the servants, listening outside, derived3 great delectation from it; and Neville applauded ironically.
Soon after, they "knocked him down" for a story; and, as it requires more brains to tell a story than, to sing a song, the poor butt4 made an ass5 of himself: he maundered and wandered, and stopped, and went on, and lost one thread and took up and another, and got into a perfect maze6. And, while he was thus entangled7, a servant came in and brought him a note, and put it in his hand. The unhappy narrator received it with a sapient8 nod, but was too polite or else too stupid to open it; so closed his fingers on it and wont9 maundering on till his story trickled10 into the sand of the desert, and somehow ceased; for it could not be said to end, being a thing without head or tail.
He sat down amidst derisive11 cheers. About five minutes afterwards, in some intermittent12 flash of reason, he found he had got hold of something. He opened his hand, and lo, a note! On this he chuckled13 unreasonably14, and distributed sage15, cunning, winks16 around, as if he by special ingenuity17 had caught a nightingale, or the like; then with sudden hauteur18 and gravity proceeded to examine his prize.
But he knew the handwriting at once, and it gave him a galvanic shock that half sobered him for the moment.
He opened the note and spelled it with great difficulty; it was beautifully written in long, clear letters; but then those letters kept dancing so.
"I much desire to speak to you before 'tis too late; but can think of no way save one; I lie in the turreted19 room: come under my window at nine of the clock; and prithee come sober, if you respect yourself, or
KATE."
Griffith put the note in his pocket, and tried to think. But he could not think to much purpose. Then this made him suspect he was drunk. Then he tried to be sober; but he found he could not. He sat in a sort of stupid agony, with Love and Drink battling for his brain. It was piteous to see the poor fool's struggles to regain21 the reason he had so madly parted with. He could not do it; and, when he found that, he took up a finger-glass and gravely poured the contents upon his head.
At this there was a burst of laughter.
This irritated Mr. Gaunt, and, with that rapid change of sentiments which marks the sober savage22 and, the drunken European, he offered to fight a gentleman he had been hitherto holding up to the company as his best friend. But his best friend (a very distant acquaintance) was by this time as tipsy as himself, and offered a piteous disclaimer, mingled23 with tears; and these maudlin24 drops so affected25 Griffith that he flung his one available arm round his best friend's head, and wept in turn; and down went both their lachrymose26, empty noddles on the table. Griffith's remained there; but his best friend extricated27 himself, and, shaking his skull28, said, dolefully, "He is very drunk." This notable discovery, coming from such a quarter, caused considerable merriment.
"Let him alone," said an old toper; and Griffith remained a good hour with his head on the table. Meantime the other gentlemen soon put it out of their power to ridicule29 him on the score of intoxication30.
Griffith, keeping quiet, got a little better, and suddenly started up with a notion he was to go to Kate this very moment. He muttered an excuse, and staggered to a glass door that led to the lawn; he opened this door, and rushed out into the open air. He thought it would set him all right: but, instead of that, it made him so much worse that presently his legs came to a misunderstanding, and he measured his length on the ground, and could not get up again, but kept slipping down.
Now there was a foot of snow on the ground, and it melted about Griffith's hot temples and flashed face, and mightily32 refreshed and revived him.
He sat up and kissed Kate's letter, and Love began to get the upper hand of Liquor a little.
Finally he got up, and half strutted33, half staggered to the turret20, and stood under Kate's window.
The turret was covered with luxuriant ivy34, and that ivy with snow. So the glass of the window was set in a massive frame of winter; but a bright fire burned inside the room, and this set the panes35 all aflame. It was cheery and glorious to see the window glow like a sheet of transparent36 fire in its deep frame of snow; but Griffith could not appreciate all that. He stood there a sorrowful man. The wine he had taken to drown his despair had lost its stimulating37 effect, and had given him a heavy head, but left him his sick heart.
He stood and puzzled his drowsy38 faculties39 why Kate had sent for him. Was it to bid him good-bye for ever; or to lessen40 his misery41 by telling him she would not marry another? He soon gave up cudgeling his enfeebled brains; Kate was a superior being to him, and often said things, and did things, that surprised him. She had sent for him, and that was enough; he should see her, and speak to her once more, at all events. He stood, alternately nodding and looking up at her glowing room, and longing42 for its owner to appear. But, as Bacchus had inspired him to mistake eight o'clock for nine, and as she was not a votary43 of Bacchus, she did not appear; and he stood there till he began to shiver.
The shadow of a female passed along the wall, and Griffith gave a great start. Then he heard the fire poked44. Soon after he saw the shadow again; but it had a large servant's cap on; so his heart had beaten high for Mary or Susan. He hung his head disappointed; and, holding on by the ivy, fell a nodding again.
By-and-by one of the little casements45 was opened softly. He looked up, and there was the right face peering out.
Oh, what a picture she was in the moonlight and the firelight! They both fought for that fair head, and each got a share of it: the full moon's silvery beams shone on her rose-like cheeks and lilyfield them a shade, and lit her great grey eyes and made them gleam astoundingly; but the ruby46 firelight rushed at her from behind, and flowed over her golden hair, and reddened and glorified47 it till it seemed more than mortal. And all this in a very picture-frame of snow.
Imagine, then, how sweet and glorious she glowed on him who loved her, and who looked at her perhaps for the last time.
The sight did wonders to clear his head; he stood open-mouthed, with his heart beating. She looked him all over a moment. "Ah!" said she. Then, quietly, "I am so glad you are come." Then, kindly48 and regretfully, "How pale you look! you are unhappy."
This greeting, so gentle and land, overpowered Griffith. His heart was too full to speak.
Kate waited a moment; and then, as he did not reply to her, she began to plead to him. "I hope you are not angry with me" she said. "I did not want him to leave me your estates. I would not rob you of them for the world, if I had my way."
"Angry with you!" said Griffith. "I'm not such a villain49. Mr. Charlton did the right thing, and—" He could say no more.
"I do not think so," said Kate. "But don't you fret50: all shall be settled to your satisfaction. I cannot quite love you, but I have a sincere affection for you; and so I ought. Cheer up, dear Griffith; don't you be down-hearted about what has happened to-day."
Griffith smiled. "I don't feel unhappy," he said; "I did feel as if my heart was broken. But then you seemed parted from me. Now we are together I feel as happy as ever. Mistress, don't you ever shut that window and leave me in the dark again. Let me stand and look at your sweet face all night, and I shall be the happiest man in Cumberland."
"Ay," said Kate, blushing at his ardor51; "happy for a single night; but when I go away you will be in the dumps again, and perhaps get tipsy; as if that could mend matters. Nay52, I must set your happiness on stronger legs than that. Do you know I have got permission to undo53 this cruel will, and let you have Bolton Hall and Hernshaw again?"
Griffith looked pleased, but rather puzzled.
Kate went on, but not so glibly54 now. "However," said she, a little nervously55, "there is one condition to it that will cost us both some pain. If you consent to accept those two estates from me, who don't value them one straw, why then—"
She hesitated.
"Why, then, my poor Griffith, we shall be bound in honor,—you and I,—not to meet for some months: perhaps for a whole year: in one word—do not hate me—not till you can bear to see me—another—man's—wife."
The murder being out, she hid her face in her hands directly, and in that attitude awaited his reply.
Griffith stood petrified57 a moment; and I don't think his intellects were even yet quite clear enough to take it all in at once. But at last he did comprehend it, and, when he did, he just uttered a loud cry of agony, and then turned his back on her without a word.
Man does not speak by words alone. A mute glance of reproach has ere now pierced the heart a tirade58 would have left untouched; and even an inarticulate cry may utter volumes.
Such an eloquent59 cry was that with which Griffith Gaunt turned his back upon the angelical face he adored, and the soft persuasive60 tongue. There was agony, there was shame, there was wrath61, all in that one ejaculation.
It frightened Kate. She called him back. "Don't leave me so," she said. "I know I have affronted62 you; but I meant all for the best. Do not let us part in anger."
At this Griffith returned in violent agitation63. "It is your fault for making me speak," he cried "I was going away without a word, as a man should, that is insulted by a woman. You heartless girl! What! you bid me sell you to that man for two dirty farms! Oh, well you know Bolton and Hernshaw were but the steps by which I hoped to climb to you: and now you tell me to part with you, and take those miserable64 acres instead of my darling. Ah! mistress, you have never loved: or you would hate yourself and despise yourself for what you have done. Love! if you had known what that word means, you couldn't look in my face and stab me to the heart like this. God forgive you! And sure I hope he will; for after all, it is not your fault that you were born without a heart. WHY, KATE, YOU ARE CRYING."
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