Not a soul was at home but Maria. Mrs. Hastings, who had not expected him for some days, for she did not suppose his strength would allow him to get so far yet, had gone out with Grace. Mr. Hastings was in the church, and Maria was alone.
She sat in that one pleasant room of the house, the long room looking to the lawn and the flower-beds. She looked so pretty, so refined, so quiet in her simple dress of white muslin, as she pursued her employment, that of drawing, never suspecting how she was going to be interrupted.
The door of the porch stood open, as it often did in summer, and George Godolphin entered without the ceremony of knocking. The hall was well matted, and Maria did not hear him cross it. A slight tap at the room door.
“Come in,” said Maria, supposing it to be one of the servants.
He came in and stood in the doorway2, smiling down upon her. So shadowy, so thin! his face utterly3 pale, his dark blue eyes unnaturally4 large, his wavy5 hair damp with the exertion6 of walking. Maria’s heart stood still. She rose from her seat, unable to speak, the colour going and coming in her transparent7 skin; and when she quietly moved forward to welcome him, her heart found its action again, and bounded on in tumultuous beats. The very intensity8 of her emotion caused her demeanour to be almost unnaturally still.
“Are you glad to see me, Maria?”
It was the first time they had met since his illness; the first time for more than four months. All that time separated; all that time fearing he was about to be removed by death! As he approached Maria, her emotion broke forth—she burst into tears; and surely it may be excused her.
He was scarcely less agitated9. He clasped her tenderly to him, and kissed the tears from her face, his own eyelashes glistening10. There was no great harm in it after all; for that each looked forward to the hope of being bound together at no great distance of time by nearer and dearer ties, was indisputable. At least no harm would have come of it, if—— Look at the window.
They did. And there they saw the awful face of the Rector glaring in upon them, and by its side, the more awful of the two, that of Charlotte Pain.
Why had she followed George Godolphin to the Rectory? Was she determined11 not to allow him a single chance of escaping her? She, bearing in remembrance the compact with Mrs. Hastings, had watched[139] George Godolphin’s movements that morning from the windows of the Folly12; had watched the by-road leading to the Rectory. She saw George and his stick go tottering13 down it: and by-and-by she put on her things and went out too, imperatively14 declining the escort of Mr. Rodolf Pain.
Her intention was to make a call at the Rectory—all unconscious of course that she should find Mr. George Godolphin there. By dint15 of a little by-play with Mrs. Hastings—who was too thoroughly16 a lady to be given to suspicion—she might receive an invitation to remain also for the day. With these very laudable intentions Charlotte arrived opposite All Souls’ Church, where she caught sight of the Reverend Mr. Hastings emerging from the door. She crossed the churchyard, and accosted17 him.
“Is Mrs. Hastings at home, do you know? I am going to call upon her?”
Now Charlotte was no great favourite of that gentleman’s: nevertheless, being a gentleman, he answered her courteously18 as he shook hands. He believed Mrs. Hastings and Grace were out, he said, but Maria was at home.
“I am moped to death!” exclaimed Charlotte, as she and Mr. Hastings entered the private gate to the Rectory garden. “Mrs. Verrall is gone to London, and there am I! I came out intending to go the round of the town until I could find some good Samaritan or other who would take compassion19 on me, and let me stay an hour or two with them.”
Mr. Hastings gave no particular reply. He did not make for the side door of the house, his usual entrance from the church, but turned towards the front, that he might usher20 in Charlotte in state. This took them by the windows of the drawing-room: and there they saw—what has been recorded. Mr. Hastings, in his astonishment21, halted: Charlotte halted also, as you may be very sure.
George was the first to see them, and a word of anger broke from his lips. Maria hastily raised her head from its resting-place—and felt almost as if she should die. To be seen thus by Charlotte Pain was bad enough: but by her strict father! Her face grew white.
George Godolphin saw the signs. “My darling, only be calm! Leave all to me.”
That an explanation was forced upon him somewhat prematurely22, was undoubted. But it was no unwelcome explanation. Nay23, in the second moment, he was deeming it the very best thing that could have happened: for certain visions of taking Maria with him into exile had crossed his brain lately. He would try hard now to get them realized. It is true he would have preferred, all things considered, not to speak before Miss Charlotte Pain: but necessity, as you know, has no law.
The Rector came in at the door: Charlotte following. “Mr. George Godolphin!” he frigidly24 began; but George interrupted what he would have further said.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” he said, taking a step forward; “allow me one word of explanation before you cast blame on me. I was asking your daughter to be my wife. Will you give her to me?”
Mr. Hastings looked as a man confounded. That he was intensely[140] surprised at the words was evident: perhaps he half doubted whether Mr. George Godolphin was playing with him. He cast a severe glance at Maria. George had taken her on his arm, and she stood there shrinking, her head drooping25; her eyelashes resting on her white cheek. As for Charlotte Pain? well, you should have seen her.
Ah no, there was no deception26. George was in true earnest, and Mr. Hastings saw that he was. His eyes were fixed27 beseechingly29 on those of Mr. Hastings, and emotion had brought the hectic30 to his wasted cheek.
“Do not blame Maria, sir,” he resumed. “She is innocent of all offence, and dutiful as innocent. Were you to interpose your veto between us, and deny her to me, I know that she would obey you, even though the struggle killed her. Mr. Hastings, we have loved each other for some time past: and I should have spoken to you before, but for my illness intervening. Will you give her to me at once, and let her share my exile!”
Mr. Hastings had no insuperable objection to George Godolphin. That report had given Mr. George credit for bushels and bushels of wild oats, which he would have to sow, was certain: but in this respect he was no worse than many others, and marriage is supposed to be a cure for youthful follies32. Mr. Hastings had once suspected that Maria was acquiring more liking33 for George than was good for her: hence his repulsion of George, for he believed that he was destined34 for Charlotte Pain. Even now he could not comprehend how it was, and the prominent feeling in his mind was surprised perplexity.
“I love her as my own life, sir. I will strive to render her happy.”
“I cannot understand it,” said Mr. Hastings, dropping his tone of anger. “I was under the impression—I beg your pardon, Miss Pain,” turning to her, “but I was under the impression that you were engaged to Mr. George Godolphin!”
If ever Charlotte Pain had need to fight for composure, she had dire35 need then. Her hopes were suddenly hurled36 to the ground, and she had the cruel mortification37 of hearing him, whom she best loved, reject and spurn38 her for a long-hated rival. If her love for George Godolphin was not very deep or refined—and it was neither the one nor the other—she did love him after a fashion; better, at any rate, than she loved any one else. The position she would take as George Godolphin’s wife was hurled from her; and perhaps Miss Charlotte cared for that more than she did for George himself. The Verralls and their appearance of wealth were all very well in their places—as George had said by the dogs—but what were they, compared with the ancient Godolphins? There are moments which drive a woman to the verge39 of madness, and Charlotte was so driven now. Anything like control of temper was quite beyond her: and malevolence40 entered her heart.
“I engaged to Mr. George Godolphin!” she echoed, taking up the Rector’s words in a shrieking41 tone, which she could not have helped had her life depended on it. “Engaged to a married man? Thank you, Mr. Hastings.”
“A married man!” repeated the puzzled Rector. Whilst George turned his questioning eyes upon her.
“Yes, a married man,” she continued, her throat working, her breath[141] panting. “They may have chosen to hoodwink you, to blind you, Mr. Hastings, but I saw what I saw. When your daughter—innocent Miss Maria there—came home from Scotland, she had been married to George Godolphin. A false priest, a sort of Gretna Green man, had married them: and I saw it done. I engaged to George Godolphin!”
Charlotte Pain knew that the words were false: called up to gratify her rage in that angry moment. Scarcely anything else that she could conjure42 up would so have told upon the Rector. In his straightforward43 right-doing, to his practical mind, a clandestine44 marriage appeared one of the cardinal45 sins. His face turned pale, and his eye flashed as he grasped Maria’s shoulder.
“Girl! is this so?”
“Oh, papa, no!” returned Maria, with streaming eyes. “It is a wicked untruth. Charlotte! to tell such an untruth is wicked. Papa, I affirm to you——”
“Hush, Maria,” interposed George, “let me deal with this. Mr. Hastings, it is a thing that you need scarcely ask of your daughter—whether it is true, or untrue. Is she one, think you, to enter into a clandestine marriage? You know better, sir. Nothing has ever passed between myself and Maria more than has passed before you this day. Were I thoughtless enough to solicit46 her to enter into one—and you need not think of me a whit1 better than you choose—Maria would only repulse47 me. Miss Pain, will you unsay your words?”
For answer, Miss Pain entered into a scornful account of Sandy Bray48 and his doings. She reiterated49 her assertion. She declared that she saw Maria and George standing50 before him, their hands clasped together in the attitude of a couple being married, when she entered suddenly with a message from Lady Godolphin, and she finished up by saying she had always believed since that they were married, only it had been no business of hers to proclaim it. The Rector’s brow grew moist again, and George Godolphin looked significantly at Charlotte. He spoke31 significantly, too.
“No, you have not thought it, Charlotte.” And he turned and related to Mr. Hastings as much as he knew of Sandy Bray, emphatically repeating his denial. “If you will take a moment’s thought, sir, you may be convinced that the truth lies with me. I am beseeching28 you to give Maria to me; I crave51 it of you as the greatest boon52 that I can ask in life. I know not whether you will yield to my petition: but, what argument could I urge, to induce it, with half the force of the one that she was already secretly my wife? Nay, were she indeed so, why should I care for the ceremony to be repeated? I should only have to confess it, and throw myself and my wife upon your forgiveness. I heartily53 wish it had been so!”
“You are bold, Mr. George Godolphin!”
“Bold, sir?” returned George, with emotion. “Not more bold than I ought to be. I don’t care to defend myself, but I do care to defend Maria. Give her to me, Mr. Hastings! give her to me!” he added, changing his tone to one of tender entreaty54. “I will defend her through life with my best blood.”
Mr. Hastings looked at him; looked at the tearful, but certainly not guilty countenance55 of his daughter; turned and looked at the furious[142] one of Charlotte Pain. “Step this way,” he said to George Godolphin. “I would speak to you alone.”
He took him to another room, and shut the door. “I want the truth,” he said, “upon one or two points——”
“Mr. Hastings,” said George, drawing himself up, “I have told you nothing but the truth upon all points.”
“Were you never engaged to Charlotte Pain?” proceeded Mr. Hastings, taking no notice of the interruption.
“Never. I never sought or wished to be.”
“Then what did your good father, Sir George, mean, when he alluded56 to it the night he was dying? He asked if you and Charlotte were married yet, and you replied, ‘Plenty of time for that.’”
“I said it merely in answer to his words: it was not an hour for dissent57 or explanation. He was not conscious of what he said.”
“Had you expressed to him any particular liking for Charlotte Pain?”
“I had not; at any time. Sir George believed Miss Pain had a large fortune, and he recommended me, more than once, to think of her, and it. He said she was a handsome girl, and none the worse for possessing a fortune. He had heard she would have thirty thousand pounds. I used to laugh it off. I cared for Maria too much to cast a thought to Charlotte Pain. That is the whole truth, Mr. Hastings, on my honour.”
“Would he have objected to Maria?”
“To Maria I am certain he would not have objected. To her want of fortune he might. But that is a thing that only concerns myself. I do not require fortune with my wife, and I do not seek it. You will give her to me, Mr. Hastings? You will dispense58 with unnecessary ceremony, and let her go abroad with me?” he urged. “She will do me more good than all else.”
“I will give you no promise of any sort, Mr. George Godolphin. As to taking her abroad with you, it is absurd to think of it. And no daughter of mine shall enter a family where she is not sure of a hearty59 welcome. I must first know the sentiments of yours.”
George looked radiant. “Mr. Hastings, if they heartily welcome Maria, will you allow me to welcome her?”
“Possibly I may.”
“Then it is an affair decided60. Janet will be relieved of a nightmare; and Maria is, I believe, Thomas’s prime favourite in all the world, now that Ethel is gone.”
“Of what nightmare will it relieve Miss Godolphin?” inquired the Rector.
A smile crossed George’s lips. “She, like you, has been fearing that I intended to connect myself with Charlotte Pain. Only yesterday I assured Janet that she was mistaken; but I scarcely think she placed entire faith in me. She does not like Miss Pain.”
“Do you think you have pursued a wise course in giving cause for this talk, regarding Miss Pain?”
“I have not given cause to Miss Pain herself, Mr. Hastings,” replied George, warmly. “I am convinced that she has known in her heart of my attachment61 to Maria. As to whiling away a few hours with her[143] occasionally in idle talk, it is a pastime that Charlotte Pain is given to favour.”
“And myself also,” Mr. George might have added.
They left the room together. A servant came up to Mr. Hastings as he was crossing the hall, and said an applicant62 at the door craved63 speech of him. The Rector turned to it, and George entered the drawing-room alone.
Maria stood, pale, anxious, excited, leaning against a corner of the window, half shrouded64 by the muslin curtains. She scarcely dared look up when George entered. It was not his gaze that she dreaded65 to meet, but that of Mr. Hastings. To anger or displease66 her father was wormwood to Maria.
George cast a glance round the room. “Where’s Charlotte Pain?” he asked.
“She is gone,” was Maria’s answer. “Oh, George!” clasping her hands, and lifting to him her streaming eyes: “it was cruel of her to say what she did!”
“I could give it a better name than that, Maria. Never mind: we can afford to be generous to-day.”
“He was convinced of that before he left this room. You are to be mine, Maria,” he softly added in a whisper. “And very shortly. I must take you abroad with me.”
She stood before him, not daring to look up now: shrinking from his ardent68 gaze, the crimson69 mantling70 to her pure cheek.
“Mr. Hastings demurs71 at the haste; calls it absurd,” continued George; “but, if you will consent to waive72 ceremony, surely he may do so. Which would be more absurd, Maria? your marrying without the three months’ preparation for millinery deemed necessary by fashion, or my going away alone for an indefinite period, perhaps to die.”
“Not to die, George!” she involuntarily answered in a tone painfully beseeching—as if he held the fiat73 of life or death in his own hands. “But—about the haste—I don’t know—— I heard you thought of departing soon?”
“I ought to be away in a fortnight’s time.”
That startled her. “A fortnight’s time!” she echoed, in a voice of alarm. “Then it could not be. What would Prior’s Ash say?”
“Maria,” he gravely answered, “some nine months ago, when Sarah Anne Grame was seized with fever, my brother, alarmed for Ethel’s safety, would have married her hastily, so that he might have the right to remove her from danger. Ethel’s answer to him was, ‘What would Prior’s Ash say?’—as you have now answered me. Thomas bowed to it: he suffered the world’s notions to reign75 paramount—and he lost Ethel. What value do you suppose he sets now upon the opinions of Prior’s Ash? The cases may not be precisely76 parallel, but they are sufficiently77 so to decide me. If I go away from home, I take you: if I may not take you, I do not go. And now, my darling, I will say farewell to you for the present.”
She was surprised. She thought he had come to stay for some hours.
[144]“Yes,” he replied; “but affairs have changed since I entered. Until they shall be more definitively78 settled, Mr. Hastings will not care that I remain his guest.”
He bent79 to kiss her. Not in the stolen manner he had been accustomed to, but—quietly, gravely, turning her shy face to his, as if it were his legal province so to do. “A little while, young lady,” he saucily80 whispered, “and you will be giving me kiss for kiss.”
Mr. Hastings was in the porch still, holding a colloquy81 with ill-doing and troublesome Mrs. Bond. George held out his hand as he passed.
“You have not rested yourself,” said the Rector.
“I shall get back as far as the bank and rest there,” replied George. “I presume, sir, that you intend to see my brother?”
His eyes followed George down the path to the gate, as he and his stick moved unsteadily along. “Marry now!” mentally cried Mr. Hastings, his brow contracting: “he looks more fit to take to his bed, and keep it. Now, Mrs. Bond,” he added aloud, “let me hear the conclusion of this fine tale.”
George took his way to the bank. He had not passed it in coming, having cut across from Ashlydyat by the nearer way at the back of the town. He took them by surprise. Mr. Crosse was out, but the clerks were warm in their congratulations; they had not believed him yet equal to the exertion.
“You look very tired,” said Thomas, when they were alone in the bank parlour.
“I feel fagged to death,” was George’s answer. “I must get you to send out for a fly for me, and go home in that. Thomas,” he continued, plunging83 into his business abruptly84, “I expect you will have an application made to you, regarding me.”
“In what way?” quietly asked Thomas.
“Well—it is not exactly a certificate of character that’s required,” returned George, with a smile. “I—I am thinking of getting married. Will you approve of it?”
“I have no right to disapprove,” said Thomas, in a kind, grave tone. “You are your own master; free to act as you shall judge best. I only hope, George, that you will, in choosing, consider your future happiness.”
“Has it never occurred to you that I have chosen?”
“I used to think at times that you had chosen, or felt inclined to choose, Maria Hastings.”
“Right,” said George. “I have been speaking to Mr. Hastings, and it appears to have taken him entirely85 by surprise. He would give me no answer until he should have ascertained86 whether the alliance would be agreeable to you and Janet. He is a man of crotchets, you know. So I expect he will be coming to you, Thomas.”
Thomas Godolphin’s eyes lighted up with pleasure. “He shall receive my hearty approval,” he said, warmly. “George”—changing his tone to sadness—“in the days gone by I thought there were two young beings superior to the rest of the world: Ethel and Maria.”
“I said so to Mr. Hastings. I conclude he fears that Maria’s want[145] of fortune would render her unpalatable to my family,” remarked George.
“Certainly not to me. Ethel, whom I chose, had even less. If you think well to dispense with fortune in your wife, George, we have no right to object to it. I am glad that you have chosen Maria Hastings.”
But there was Janet yet to come. George went home in a fly, and threw himself on the first sofa he could find. Janet, full of concern, came to him.
“I said you were attempting too much, George!” she cried. “But you never will listen to me.”
“I’m sure, Janet, I listen to you dutifully. I have come home to consult you now,” he added, a little spirit of mischief87 dancing in his gay blue eyes. “It is not fatigue88 or illness that has brought me. Janet, I am going to be married.”
Janet Godolphin’s pulses beat more quickly. She sat down and folded her hands with a gesture of pain. “I knew it would be so. You need not have tried to deceive me yesterday, lad.”
“But the young lady’s friends refuse her to me, unless my family openly sanction and approve of the match,” went on George. “You’ll be kindly89 over it, won’t you, Janet?”
“No, lad. I cannot forbid it; I have no authority over you: but, sanction it, I never will. What has put it into your head to marry in this haste? You, with one foot in the grave, as may be said, and one out of it?”
“Well, you see, Janet, you won’t trust me abroad without some one to look after me,” he slowly answered, as if he were arguing some momentous90 question. “You say you can’t go, and Bessy can’t go, and Cecil may not, and I say I won’t have Margery. What was I to do, but marry? I cannot take a young lady, you know, without first marrying her.”
Janet Godolphin’s grave eyes were fixed on vacancy91, and her thin, lips drawn92 in to pressure. She did not answer.
“Thomas heartily approves,” he continued. “I have been with him.”
“Thomas must do as he likes,” said Janet. “But, unless you have unwittingly misunderstood him, George, you are telling me a deliberate falsehood. He will never approve of your marrying Charlotte Pain.”
“Charlotte Pain!” repeated George, with an air of as much surprise as if it were genuine, “who was talking about Charlotte Pain? What put her into your head?”
Janet’s face flushed. “Were you not talking of Charlotte Pain?”
“Not I,” said George. “In spite of the compliments you pay my truthfulness93, Janet, I meant what I said to you yesterday—that I did not intend to make her my wife. I am speaking of Maria Hastings.”
“Eh, lad, but that’s good news!”
George burst into a laugh. “What green geese you must all have been, Janet! Had you used your eyes, you might have detected this long time past that my choice was fixed on Maria. But the Rector doubts whether you will approve. He will not promise her to me until he has your sanction.”
“I’ll put my shawl on and go down at once to the Rectory, and tell[146] him that we all love Maria,” said Janet, more impulsively94 than was common with her: but in truth she had been relieved from a great fear. There was something about Charlotte Pain that frightened sedate95 Janet. Compared with her, Maria Hastings appeared everything that was desirable as a wife for George. Her want of fortune, her want of position—which was certainly not equal to that of the Godolphins—were lost sight of.
“I could manage to take some broth74, Janet,” cried George, as she was leaving the room. “I have had nothing since breakfast.”
“To be sure. I am growing forgetful. Margery shall wait upon you, my dear. But, to go down to the Rectory without delay, is a courtesy due from me.”
So, no impediment was placed upon the marriage. Neither was any impediment placed upon its immediate96 celebration: the Rector permitting himself to be persuaded into it.
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