A few days progressed onwards, and another week was in. Every hour brought to light more—what are we to call it—imprudence?—of Mr. George Godolphin’s. His friends termed it imprudence; his enemies villainy. Thomas called it nothing: he never cast reproach on George by a single word; he would have taken the whole odium upon himself, had it been possible to take it. George’s conduct was breaking his heart, was driving him to his grave somewhat before his time; but Thomas never said in the hearing of others—He has been a bad brother to me.
George Godolphin was not yet home again. It could not be said that he was in concealment1, as he was sometimes met in London by people visiting it. Perhaps he carried his habitual2 carelessness so far as to the perilling3 of his own safety; and his absence from Prior’s Ash may have been the result only of his distaste to meet that ill-used community. Had he been sole partner, he must have been there to answer to his bankruptcy4; as it was, Thomas, hitherto, had answered all in his own person.
But there came a day when Thomas could not answer it. Ill or well, he rose now to the early breakfast-table: he had to hasten to the Bank betimes, for there was much work there with the accounts; and one morning when they were at breakfast, Bexley, his own servant, entered with one or two letters.
They were speaking of Lady Godolphin. My lady was showing herself a true friend. She had announced to them that it was her intention to resume her residence at the Folly5, that they “might not be separated from Prior’s Ash, the place of their birth and home.” Of course it was an intimation, really delicately put, that their future home must be with her. “Never for me,” Janet remarked: her future residence would not be at Prior’s Ash; as far removed from it as possible.
Thomas had risen, and was at a distant table, opening his letters, when a faint moan startled them. He was leaning back in his chair, seemingly unconscious; his hands had fallen, his face was the hue6 of the grave. Surely those dews upon it were not the dews of death?
Cecil screamed; Bessy flung open the door and called for help; Janet only turned to them, her hands lifted to enjoin7 silence, a warning word upon her lips. Bexley came running in, and looked at his master.
“He’ll be better presently,” he whispered.
Bexley was the only man-servant left at Ashlydyat. Short work is generally made of the dispersion of a household when the means come to an end, as they had with the Godolphins: and there had been no difficulty in finding places for the excellent servants of Ashlydyat. Bexley had stoutly9 refused to go. He didn’t want wages, he said, but he was not going to leave his master, so long as—— Bexley did not say so long as what, but they had understood him. So long as his master was in life.
Thomas began to revive. He slowly opened his eyes, and raised his hand to wipe the moisture from his white face. On the table before him lay one of the letters open. Janet recognized the handwriting as that of George.
She spurned11 the letter from her. With a gesture of grievous vexation, her hand pushed it across the table. “It is that which has affected12 you!” she cried out, with a wail13.
“Not so,” breathed Thomas. “It was the pain here.”
He touched himself below the chest; in the place where the pain had come before. Which pain had seized upon him?—the mental agony arising from George’s conduct, or the physical agony of his disease? Probably somewhat of both.
He stretched out his hand towards the letter, making a motion that it should be folded. Bexley, who could not have read a word without his glasses had it been to save his life, took up the letter, folded it, and placed it in its envelope. Thomas’s mind then seemed at rest, and he closed his eyes again.
Mr. Snow soon reached Ashlydyat. “Another attack, I hear,” he began, in his unceremonious salutation. “Bothered into it, no doubt. Bexley says it came on when he was reading letters.”
With the wan10 white look upon his face, with the moisture of pain still upon his brow, lay Thomas Godolphin. He was on the sofa now; but he partially14 rose from it and assumed a sitting posture15 when the surgeon entered.
A few professional questions and answers, and then Mr. Snow began to grumble16. “Did I not warn you that you must have perfect tranquillity17?” cried he. “Rest of body and of mind.”
“You did. But how am I to have it? Even now, I ought to be at the Bank, facing the trouble there.”
“Where’s George?” sharply asked Mr. Snow.
“In London,” replied Thomas Godolphin. But he said it in no complaining accent: neither did his tone invite further comment.
Mr. Snow was one who did not wait for an invitation in such a cause ere he spoke18. “It is one of two things, Mr. Godolphin. Either George must come back and face this worry, or else you’ll die.”
“I shall die, however it may be, Snow,” was the reply of Thomas Godolphin.
“So will most of us, I expect,” returned the doctor. “But there’s no necessity for being helped on to it by others, ages before death would come of itself. What’s your brother at in London? Amusing himself, I suppose. He must be got here.”
[358]Thomas shook his head. The action, as implying a negative, aroused the wrath19 of Mr. Snow. “Do you want to die?” he asked. “One would think it, by your keeping your brother away.”
“There is no person who would more gladly see my brother here than I,” returned Thomas Godolphin. “If—if it were expedient20 that he should come.”
“Need concealment be affected between us, Mr. Godolphin?” resumed the surgeon, after a pause. “You must be aware that I have heard the rumours21 afloat. A doctor hears everything, you know. You are uncertain whether it would be safe for George to come back to Prior’s Ash.”
“It is something of that sort, Snow.”
“But now, what is there against him—it is of no use to mince22 the matter—besides those bonds of Lord Averil’s?”
“There’s nothing else against him. At least, in—in——” He did not go on. He could not bring his lips to say of his brother—“from a criminal point of view.”
“Nothing else of which unpleasant legal cognizance can be taken,” freely interposed Mr. Snow. “Well, now, it is my opinion that there’s not a shadow of fear to be entertained from Lord Averil. He is your old and firm friend, Mr. Godolphin.”
“He has been mine: yes. Not so much George’s. Most men in such a case of—of loss, would resent it, without reference to former friendship. I am not at any certainty, you see, and therefore I cannot take the responsibility of saying to my brother, ‘It is safe for you to return.’ Lord Averil has never been near me since. I argue ill from it.”
“He has not been with you for the best of all possible reasons—that he has been away from Prior’s Ash,” explained Mr. Snow.
“Has he been away? I did not know it.”
“He has. He was called away unexpectedly by some relative’s illness, a day or two after your house was declared bankrupt. He may have refrained from calling on you just at the time that happened, from motives23 of delicacy24.”
“True,” replied Thomas Godolphin. But his tone was not a hopeful one. “When does he return?”
“He has returned. He came back last night.”
There was a pause. Thomas Godolphin broke it. “I wish you could give me something to avert25 or mitigate26 these sharp attacks of pain, Snow,” he said. “It is agony, in fact; not pain.”
“I know it,” replied Mr. Snow. “Where’s the use of my attempting to give you anything? You don’t take my prescriptions27.”
Thomas lifted his eyes in some surprise. “I have taken all that you have desired me.”
“No, you have not. I prescribe tranquillity of mind and body. You take neither.”
Thomas Godolphin leaned a little nearer to the doctor, and paused before he answered. “Tranquillity of mind for me has passed. I can never know it again. Were my life to be prolonged, the great healer of all things, Time, might bring it me in a degree: but, for that, I shall not live. Snow, you must know this to be the case, under the calamity28 which has fallen upon my head.”
[359]“It ought to have fallen upon your brother’s head, not upon yours,” was the rejoinder of the surgeon, spoken crossly, in his inability to contradict Mr. Godolphin’s words. “At any rate, you cannot go on any longer facing this business in person.”
“I must indeed. There is no help for it.”
“And suppose it kills you?” was the retort.
“If I could help going, I would,” said Thomas. “But there is no alternative. One of us must be there; and George cannot be. You are not ignorant of the laws of bankruptcy.”
He went straight to the Bank. He asked to see Mrs. George Godolphin. Maria, in her pretty morning dress of muslin, was seated with Meta on her knees. She had been reading the child a Bible story, and was now talking to her in a low voice, her own face, so gentle, so pure, and so sad, bent31 towards the little one’s upturned to it.
“Well, young lady, and how are all the dolls?” was the surgeon’s greeting. “Will you send her away to play with them, Mrs. George?”
Meta ran off. She intended to come bustling32 down again with her arms full. Mr. Snow took his seat opposite Maria.
The question seemed to turn Maria’s heart to sickness. She opened her lips to answer, but stopped in hesitation34. Mr. Snow resumed:
“His staying away is killing35 Thomas Godolphin. I prescribe tranquillity for him; total rest: instead of which, he is obliged to come here day after day, and be in a continuous scene of worry. Your husband must return, Mrs. George Godolphin.”
“Y—es,” she faintly answered, lacking the courage to say that considerations for his personal security might forbid it.
“Murder will not mend these unhappy matters, Mrs. George Godolphin; nor would it be a desirable ending to them. And it will be nothing less than murder if he does not return, for Mr. Godolphin will surely die.”
All Maria’s pulses seemed to beat the quicker. “Is Mr. Godolphin worse?” she asked.
“He is considerably36 worse. I have been called in to him this morning. My last orders to him were, not to attempt to come to the Bank. His answer was, that he must come: there was no help for it. I believe there is no help for it, George being away. You must get him home, Mrs. George.”
“My dear, I think there would be no danger. Lord Averil is a personal friend of Mr. Godolphin’s. I think there’s none for another reason: if the viscount’s intention had been to stir unpleasantly in the affair, he would have stirred in it before this.”
“Yes—I have thought of that,” she answered.
“And now I must go again,” he said, rising. “I wish to-day was twenty-four hours long, for the work I have to do in it; but I spared a few minutes to call in and tell you this. Get your husband here, for the sake of his good brother.”
[360]The tears were in Maria’s eyes. She could scarcely think of Thomas Godolphin and his unmerited troubles without their rising. Mr. Snow saw the wet eyelashes, and laid his hand on the smoothly-parted hair.
“You have your share of sorrow just now, child,” he said; “more than you ought to have. It is making you look like a ghost. Why does he leave you to battle it out alone?” added Mr. Snow, his anger mastering him, as he gazed at her pale face, her rising sobs38. “Prior’s Ash is crying shame upon him. Are you and his brother of less account than he, in his own eyes, that he should abandon you to it?”
She strove to excuse her husband—he was her husband, in spite of that cruel calumny39 divulged40 by Margery—but Mr. Snow would not listen. He was in a hurry, he said, and went bustling out of the door, almost upsetting Meta, with her dolls, who was bustling in.
Maria sent the child to the nursery again after Mr. Snow’s departure, and stood, her head pressed against the frame of the open window, looking unconsciously on to the terrace, revolving41 the words recently spoken. “It is killing Thomas Godolphin. It will be nothing less than murder, if George does not return.”
Every fibre of her frame was thrilling to it in answer: every generous impulse of her heart was stirred to its depths. He ought to be back. She had long thought so. For her sake—but she was nothing; for Thomas Godolphin’s; for her husband’s own reputation. Down deep in her heart she thrust that dreadful revelation of his falsity, and strove to bury it as an English wife and gentlewoman has no resource but to do. Ay! to bury it; and to keep it buried! though the concealment eat away her life—as that scarlet43 letter A, you have read of, ate into the bosom44 of another woman renowned45 in story. It seemed to Maria that the time was come when she must inquire a little into the actual state of affairs, instead of hiding her head and spending her days in the indulgence of her fear and grief. If the whole world spoke against him,—if the whole world had cause to speak,—she was his wife still, and his interests and welfare were hers. Were it possible that any effort she could make would bring him back, she must make it.
The words of Mr. Snow still rang in her ears. How was she to set about it? A few minutes given to reflection, her aching brow pressed to the cold window-frame, and she turned and rang the bell. When the servant appeared, she sent him into the Bank with a request that Mr. Hurde would come and speak with her for five minutes.
Mr. Hurde was not long in obeying the summons. He appeared with a pen behind his ear, and his spectacles pushed up on his brow.
It was not a pleasant task, and Maria had to swallow a good many lumps in her throat before she could make known precisely46 what she wanted. “Would Mr. Hurde tell her the exact state of things? What there was, or was not, against her husband.”
Mr. Hurde gave no very satisfactory reply. He took off his glasses and wiped them. Maria had invited him to a chair, and sat near him, her elbow leaning on the table, and her face slightly bent. Mr. Hurde did not know what Mrs. George Godolphin had or had not heard, or[361] how far it would be expedient for him to speak. She guessed at his dilemma47.
“Tell me all, Mr. Hurde,” she said, lifting her face to his with imploring48 eagerness. “It is well that you should, for nothing can be more cruel than the uncertainty49 and suspense50 I am in. I know about Lord Averil’s bonds.”
“Ay?” he replied. But he said no more.
“I will tell you why I ask,” said Maria. “Mr. Snow has been here, and he informs me that coming to the Bank daily and the worry are killing Mr. Godolphin. He says Mr. George ought to be back in his brother’s place. I think if he can come, he ought to do so.”
“I wish he could,” returned Mr. Hurde, more quickly and impressively than he usually spoke. “It is killing Mr. Godolphin—that, and the bankruptcy together. But I don’t know that it would be safe for him, on account of these very bonds of Lord Averil’s.”
“What else is there against him?” breathed Maria.
“There’s nothing else.”
“Nothing else. That is, nothing that he can be made criminally responsible for,” added the old clerk, with marked emphasis, as if he thought that there was a great deal more, had the law only taken cognizance of it. “If Lord Averil should decline to prosecute52, he might return to-morrow. He must be back soon, whether or not, to answer to his bankruptcy; or else——”
“Or else—what?” asked Maria falteringly53, for Mr. Hurde had stopped. “Speak out.”
“Or else never come back at all; never be seen, in fact, in England again. That’s how it is, ma’am.”
“Would it not be well to ascertain54 Lord Averil’s feelings upon the subject, Mr. Hurde?” she rejoined, breaking a silence.
“It would be very well, if it could be done. But who is to do it?”
Maria was beginning to think that she would do it. “You are sure there is nothing else against him?” she reiterated55.
“Nothing, ma’am, that need prevent his returning to Prior’s Ash.”
There was no more to be answered, and Mr. Hurde withdrew. Maria lost herself in thought. Could she dare to go to Lord Averil and beseech56 his clemency57? Her brow flushed at the thought. But she had been inured58 to humiliation59 of late, and it would be only another drop in the cup of pain. Oh, the relief it would be, could the dreadful suspense, the uncertainty, end! The suspense was awful. Even if it ended in the worst, it would be almost a relief. If Lord Averil should intend to prosecute, who knew but he might forego the intention at her prayers? If so—if so—why, she should ever say that God had sent her to him.
There was the reverse side of the picture. A haughty60 reception of her—for was she not the wife of the man who had wronged him?—and a cold refusal. How she should bear that, she did not like to think. Should she go? Could she go? Even now her heart was failing her——
What noise was that? A sort of commotion61 in the hall. She opened[362] the dining-room door and glanced out. Thomas Godolphin had come, and was entering the Bank, leaning on his servant Bexley’s arm, there to go through his day’s work, looking more fit for his coffin. It was the turning of the scale.
“I will go to him!” murmured Maria to herself. “I will go to Lord Averil, and hear all there may be to hear. Let me do it! Let me do it!—for the sake of Thomas Godolphin!” And she prepared herself for the visit.
This proposed application to Lord Averil may appear but a very slight affair to the careless and thoughtless: one of those trifling62 annoyances63 which must occasionally beset64 our course through life. Why should Maria have shrunk from it with that shiveringly sensitive dread42?—have set about it as a forced duty, with a burning cheek and failing heart? Consider what it was that she undertook, you who would regard it lightly; pause an instant and look at it in all its bearings. Her husband, George Godolphin, had robbed Lord Averil of sixteen thousand pounds. It is of no use to mince the matter. He had shown himself neither more nor less than a thief, a swindler. He, a man of the same social stamp as Lord Averil, moving in the same sphere of county society, had fallen from his pedestal by his own fraudulent act, to a level (in crime) with the very dregs of mankind. Perhaps no one in the whole world could ever feel it in the same humiliating degree as did his wife—unless it might be Thomas Godolphin. Both of them, unfortunately for them—yes, I say it advisedly—unfortunately for them in this bitter storm of shame—both of them were of that honourable65, upright, ultra-refined nature, on which such a blow falls far more cruelly than death. Death! death! If it does come, it brings at least one recompense: the humiliation and the trouble, the bitter pain and the carking care are escaped from, left behind for ever in the cruel world. Oh! if these miserable66 ill-doers could but bear in their own person all the pain and the shame!—if George Godolphin could only have stood out on a pinnacle67 in the face of Prior’s Ash and expiated68 his folly alone! But it could not be. It never can or will be. As the sins of the people in the Israelitish camp were laid upon the innocent and unhappy scape-goat, so the sins which men commit in the present day are heaped upon unconscious and guileless heads. As the poor scape-goat wandered with his hidden burden into the remote wilderness69, away from the haunts of man, so do these other heavily-laden ones stagger away with their unseen load, only striving to hide themselves from the eyes of men—anywhere—in patience and silence—praying to die.
Every humiliation which George Godolphin has brought upon himself,—every harsh word cast on him by the world,—every innate70 sense of guilt71 and shame which must accompany such conduct, was being expiated by his wife. Yes, it fell worst upon her: Thomas was but his brother; she was part and parcel of himself. But that God’s ways are not as our ways, we might feel tempted72 to ask why it should be that these terrible trials are so often brought upon the head of such women as Maria Godolphin—timid, good, gentle, sensitive—the least of all able to bear them. That such is frequently the case, is indisputable. In no way was Maria fitted to cope with this. Many might[363] have felt less this very expedition to Lord Averil: to her it was as the very bitterest humiliation. She had hitherto met Lord Averil as an equal—she had entertained him at her house as such—she had stood before him always in her calm self-possession, with a clear face and a clear conscience; and now she must go to him a humble73 petitioner—bow before him in all her self-conscious disgrace—implore him to save her husband from the consequences of his criminal act; standing74 at the felon’s bar, and its sequel—transportation. She must virtually ask Lord Averil to put up quietly with the loss of the sixteen thousand pounds, and to make no sign.
With a cheek flushed with emotion,—with a heart sick unto faintness,—Maria Godolphin stepped out of her house in the full blaze of the midday sun. A gloomy day, showing her less conspicuously75 to the curious gazers of Prior’s Ash, had been more welcome to her. She had gone out so rarely since the crash came—but that once, in fact, when she went to her mother—that her appearance was the signal for a commotion. “There’s Mrs. George Godolphin!” and Prior’s Ash flocked to its doors and its windows, as if Mrs. George Godolphin had been some unknown curiosity in the animal world, never yet exhibited to the eyes of the public. Maria shielded her burning face from observation as well as she could with her small parasol, and passed on.
Lord Averil, she had found, was staying with Colonel Max, and her way led her past the Rectory of All Souls’, past the house of Lady Sarah Grame. Lady Sarah was at the window, and Maria bowed. The bow was not returned. It was not returned! Lady Sarah turned away with a haughty movement, a cold glance. It told cruelly upon Maria: had anything been wanted to prove to her the estimation in which she was now held by Prior’s Ash, that would have done it.
The distance from her own house to that of Colonel Max was about two miles. Rather a long walk for Maria at the present time, for she was not in a condition of health to endure fatigue76. It was a square, moderate-sized, red-brick house, standing considerably back from the high-road; and as Maria turned into its avenue of approach, what with the walk, and what with the dread apprehension77 of the coming interview, the faintness at her heart had begun to show itself upon her face. The insult offered her (could it be called anything less?) by Lady Sarah Grame, had somehow seemed an earnest of what she might expect from Lord Averil. Lady Sarah had not a tenth of the grievance78 against the Bank that the viscount had.
No one ever approached the colonel’s house without having their ears saluted79 with the baying and snarling80 of his fox-hounds, whose kennels81 were close by. In happier days—days so recently past, that they might almost be counted as present—when Maria had gone to that house to dinner-parties, she had drawn82 closer to George in the carriage, and whispered how much she should dislike it if he kept a pack of fox-hounds near their dwelling-place. Never, never should she drive to that house in state again, her husband by her side. Oh! the contrast it presented—that time and this! Now she was approaching it like the criminal that the world thought her, shielding her face with her veil, hiding herself, so far as she might, from observation.
[364]She reached the door, and paused ere she rang: her pulses were throbbing83 wildly, her heart beat as if it would burst its bounds. The nearer the interview, the more formidable did it appear, the less able herself to face it. The temptation came over her to go back. It assailed84 her very strongly, and she might have yielded to it, but for the thought of Thomas Godolphin.
She rang at the bell; a timid ring. One of those rings that seem to announce the humble applicant—and who was the wife of George Godolphin now, that she should proclaim herself with pomp and clatter85? A man settling himself into his green livery coat opened the door.
“Is Lord Averil within?”
“No.”
The servant was a stranger, and did not know her. He may have thought it curious that a lady, who spoke in a low tone and scarcely raised her eyes through her veil, should come there alone to inquire after Lord Averil. He resumed, rather pertly:
“His lordship walked out an hour ago with the colonel. It’s quite unbeknown what time they may come in.”
In her shrinking dread of the interview, it almost seemed a relief. Strange to say, so fully86 absorbed had she been in the anticipated pain, that the contingency87 of his being out had not crossed her mind. The man stood with the door in his hand, half open, half closed; had he invited her to walk in and sit down, she might have done so, for the sake of the rest. But he did not.
Retracing88 her steps down the path, she branched off into a dark walk, overshadowed by trees, just within the entrance-gate, and sat down upon a bench. Now the reaction was coming; the disappointment: all that mental agony, all that weary way of fatigue, and not to see him! It must all be gone over again on the morrow.
She threw back her veil; she pressed her throbbing forehead against the trunk of the old oak tree: and in that same moment some one entered the gate on his way to the house, saw her, and turned round to approach her. It was Lord Averil.
Had the moment really come? Every drop of blood in her body seemed to rush to her heart, and send it on with a tumultuous bound; every sense of the mind seemed to leave her; every fear that the imagination can conjure89 up seemed to rise in menace. She rose to her feet and gazed at him, her sight partially leaving her, her face changing to a ghastly whiteness.
But when he hastened forward and caught her hands in the deepest respect and sympathy; when he bent over her, saying some confused words—confused to her ear—of surprise at seeing her, of pity for her apparent illness; when he addressed her with every token of the old kindness, the consideration of bygone days, then the revulsion of feeling overcame her, and Maria burst into a flood of distressing90 tears, and sobbed91 passionately92.
“I am fatigued93 with the walk,” she said, with a lame94 attempt at apology, when her emotion was subsiding95. “I came over to speak to you, Lord Averil. I—I have something to ask you.”
“But you should not have walked,” he answered in a kindly96 tone of[365] remonstrance97. “Why did you not drop me a note? I would have come to you.”
She felt as one about to faint. She had taken off her gloves, and her small white hands were unconsciously writhing98 themselves together in her lap, showing how great was her inward pain; her trembling lips, pale with agitation99, refused to bring out their words connectedly.
“I want to ask you to be merciful to my husband. Not to prosecute him.”
The words were breathed in a whisper; the rushing tide of shame changed her face to crimson100. Lord Averil did not for the moment answer, and the delay, the fear of failure, imparted to her somewhat of courage.
“For Thomas’s sake,” she said. “I ask it for Thomas’s sake.”
“My dear Mrs. Godolphin,” he was beginning, but she interrupted him, her tone changing to one of desperate energy.
“Oh, be merciful, be merciful! Be merciful to my husband, Lord Averil, for his brother’s sake. Nay—for George’s own sake; for my sake, for my poor child’s sake, Meta’s. He can never come back to Prior’s Ash, unless you will be merciful to him: he cannot come now, and Thomas has to go through all the worry and the misery101, and it is killing him. Mr. Snow came to me this morning and said it was killing him; he said that George must return if he would save his brother’s life: and I spoke to Mr. Hurde, and he said there was nothing to prevent his returning, except the danger from Lord Averil. And then I made my mind up to come to you.”
“I shall not prosecute him, Mrs. George Godolphin. My long friendship with his brother debars it. He may come back to-morrow, in perfect assurance that he has nothing to fear from me.”
“Indeed you may. I have never had a thought of prosecuting103. I cannot describe to you the pain that it has been to me; I mean the affair altogether, not my particular loss: but that pain would be greatly increased were I to bring myself to prosecute one bearing the name of Godolphin. I am sorry for George; deeply sorry for him. Report says that he has allowed himself to fall into bad hands, and could not extricate104 himself.”
The worst was over; the best known: and Maria leaned against the friendly tree, untied105 her bonnet-strings, and wiped the moisture from her now pallid106 face. Exhaustion107 was supervening. Lord Averil rose and held out his arm to her.
“Let me take you to the house and give you a glass of sherry.”
“I could not take it, thank you. I would rather not go to the house.”
“Colonel Max will be very glad to see you. I have only just parted from him. He went round by the stables.”
She shook her head. “I do not like to see any one now.”
The subdued108 words, the saddened tone seemed to speak volumes. Lord Averil glanced down at her compassionately109. “This has been a grievous trial to you, Mrs. Godolphin.”
“Yes,” she answered very quietly. Had she spoken but a word of what it had really been to her, emotion might again have broken forth110.
[366]“But you must not let it affect you too greatly,” he remonstrated111. “As I fear it is doing.”
“I can’t help it,” she whispered. “I knew nothing of it, and it came upon me as a thunderbolt. I never had so much as a suspicion that anything was going wrong: had people asked me what Bank was the most stable throughout the kingdom, I should have said ours. I never suspected evil: and yet blame is being cast upon me. Lord Averil, I—I—did not know about those bonds.”
“No, no,” he warmly answered. “You need not tell me that. I wish you could allow the trouble to pass over you more lightly.”
The trouble! She clasped her hands to pain. “Don’t speak of it,” she wailed112. “At times it seems more than I can bear. But for Meta, I should be glad to die.”
What was Lord Averil to answer? He could only give her the earnest sympathy of his whole heart. “A man who can bring deliberately113 this misery upon the wife of his bosom deserves hanging,” was his bitter thought.
“What are you going to do?” he asked. “Surely not to attempt to walk back again?”
“I shall take my time over it,” she answered. “It is not much of a walk.”
“Too much for you at present,” he gravely said. “Let me send you home in one of Colonel Max’s carriages.”
“No, oh no!” she quickly answered. “Indeed I have not miscalculated my strength: I can walk perfectly114 well, and would prefer to do so.”
“Then you will first come into the house and rest.”
“I would rather not. Let me sit here a little longer; it is resting me.”
“I will be back immediately,” he said, walking from her very quickly, and plunging115 into a narrow path which was a short cut to the house. When he reappeared he bore a glass of wine and a biscuit on a plate.
She took the wine. The biscuit she put back with a shiver. “I never can eat anything now,” she said, lifting her eyes to his to beseech his pardon.
When she at length rose, Lord Averil took her hand and laid it within his arm. She supposed he meant to escort her to the gate.
“I have not said a word of thanks to you,” she murmured, when they reached it. “I am very, very grateful to you, very sensible of your kindness; but I cannot speak of it. My heart seems broken.”
She had halted and held out her hand in farewell. Lord Averil did not release her, but walked on. “If you will walk home, Mrs. George Godolphin, you must at least allow my arm to help you.”
“I could not; indeed I could not,” she said, stopping resolutely116, though the tears were dropping from her eyes. “I must go back alone: I would rather.”
Lord Averil partially yielded. The first part of the road was lonely, and he must see her so far. “I should have called on Thomas Godolphin before this, but I have been away,” he remarked, as they went on. “I will go and see him—perhaps this afternoon.”
[367]“He will be so thankful to hear this! It will be as a renewed lease of life to him. They have been fearful at Ashlydyat.”
An exceedingly vexed117 expression crossed Lord Averil’s lips. “I thought they had known me better at Ashlydyat,” he said. “Thomas, at any rate. Feared me!”
At length Maria would not allow him to go farther, and Lord Averil clasped her hand in both his. “Promise me to try and keep up your spirits,” he said. “You should do so for your husband’s sake.”
“Yes; as well as I can,” she replied in a broken tone. “Thank you! thank you ever, Lord Averil!”
She called in at the Rectory as she passed, and sat for a while with her father and mother; but it was pain to her to do so. The bitter wrong inflicted118 on them by her husband was making itself heard in her heart in loud reproaches. The bitter wrong of another kind dealt out to herself by him, was all too present then. They knew how she had idolized him; they must have known how blindly misplaced that idolatry was; and the red flush mounted to Maria’s brow at the thought.
Oh, if she could only redeem119 the past, so far as they were concerned! It seemed that that would be enough. If she could only restore peace and comfort to their home, refund120 to her father what he had lost, how thankful she should be! She would move heaven and earth if that might accomplish it,—she would spend her own days in the workhouse,—pass them by a roadside hedge, and think nothing of it—if by those means she could remove the wrong done. She lifted her eyes to the blue sky, almost asking that a miracle might be wrought121, to repair the injury which had been dealt out to her father. Ah me! if Heaven repaired all the injuries inflicted by man upon man, it would surely have no time for other works of mercy!
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concealment
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perilling
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bankruptcy
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folly
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enjoin
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stoutly
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wan
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posture
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spoke
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expedient
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rumours
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prescriptions
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growled
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considerably
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calumny
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scarlet
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renowned
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precisely
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dilemma
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uncertainty
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lighting
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falteringly
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ascertain
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reiterated
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beseech
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clemency
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humiliation
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haughty
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trifling
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annoyances
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beset
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honourable
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miserable
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wilderness
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guilt
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humble
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fatigue
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| v.引起；以…原料制作；运转；adj.制造的 | |
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