"I fain would follow love, if that could be."
—Tennyson.
Letitia in her widowed garments looks particularly handsome. All the "trappings and the signs" of woe1 suit well her tall, full figure, her fair and placid2 face.
Molly looks taller, slenderer than usual in her mourning robes. She is one of those who grow slight quickly under affliction. Her rounded cheeks have fallen in and show sad hollows; her eyes are larger, darker, and show beneath them great purple lines born of many tears.
She has not seen Luttrell since her return home,—although Letitia has,—and rarely asks for him. Her absorbing grief appears to have swallowed up all other emotions. She has not once left the house. She works little, she does not read at all; she is fast falling into a settled melancholy3.
"Molly," says Letitia, "Tedcastle is in the drawing-room. He particularly asks to see you. Do not refuse him again. Even though your engagement, as you say, is at an end, still remember, dearest, how kind, how more than thoughtful, he has been in many ways since—of late——"
Her voice breaks.
"Yes, yes, I will see him," Molly says, wearily, and, rising, wends her way slowly, reluctantly, to the room which contains her lover.
At sight of him some chords that have lain hushed and forgotten in her heart for many days come to life again. Her pulses throb4, albeit5 languidly, her color deepens; a something that is almost gladness awakes within her. Alas6! how human are we all, how short-lived our keenest regrets! With the living love so near her she for the first time (though only for a moment) forgets the dead one.
In her trailing, sombre dress, with her sorrowful white cheeks, and quivering lips, she goes up to him and places her hand in his; while he, touched with a mighty7 compassion8, stares at her, marking with a lover's careful eye all the many alterations9 in her face. So much havoc10 in so short a time!
"How changed you are! How you must have suffered!" he says, tenderly.
"I have," she answers; and then, grown nervous, because of her trouble and the fluttering of her heart, and that tears of late are so ready to her, she covers her face with her hands, and, with the action of a tired and saddened child, turning, hides it still more effectually upon his breast.
"Ah! is it not? What trouble can be compared with it? To find him dead, without a word, a parting sign!" She sighs heavily. "The bitterest sting of all lies in the fact that but for my own selfishness I might have seen him again. Had I returned home as I promised at the end of the month I should have met my brother living; but instead I lingered on, enjoying myself,"—with a shudder,—"while he was slowly breaking his heart over his growing difficulties. It must all have happened during this last month. He had no care on his mind when I left him; you know that. You remember how light-hearted he was, how kindly13, how good to all."
"He was indeed, poor—poor fellow!"
"And some have dared to blame him," she says, in a pained whisper. "You do not?"
"No—no."
"I have been calculating," she goes on, in a distressed14 tone, "and the very night I was dancing so frivolously16 at that horrible ball he must have been lying awake here waiting with a sick heart for the news that was to—kill him. I shall never go to a ball again; I shall never dance again," says Molly, with a passionate17 sob18, scorning, as youth will, the power of time to cure.
"Darling, why should you blame yourself? Such thoughts are morbid," says Luttrell, fondly caressing19 the bright hair that still lies loosely against his arm. "Which of us can see into the future? And, if we could, do you think it would add to our happiness? Shake off such depressing ideas. They will injure not only your mind, but your body."
"I do not think I should feel it all quite so much," says Molly, in a low, miserable, expressionless voice, "if I could only see him now and then. No, not in the flesh—I do not mean that,—but if I could only bring his face before my mind I might be content. For hours together I sit, with my hands clasped before my eyes, trying to conjure20 him up, and I cannot. Almost every casual acquaintance I possess, all the people whose living or dying matters to me not at all, rise at my command; but he never. Is it not curious?"
"Perhaps it is because your mind dwells too much upon him. But tell me of your affairs," says Luttrell, abruptly21 but kindly, leading her to a sofa and seating himself beside her, with a view of drawing her from her unhappy thoughts. "Are they as bad as Mrs. Massereene says?"
"Quite as bad."
"Then what do they mean to do?" In a tone of the deepest commiseration22.
"'They'? We, you mean. What others, I suppose, have learned to do before us—work for our daily bread."
"And what do you propose doing?" he asks, calmly, meaning in his own mind to humor her.
"You are like Mr. Buscarlet,—he would know everything," says Molly, with a smile; "but this is a question you must not ask me,—just yet. I have a hope,—perhaps I had better say an idea; and until it is confirmed or rejected I shall tell no one of it. No, not even you."
"Well, never mind. Tell me instead when you intend leaving Brooklyn."
"In a fortnight we must leave it. Is it not a little while?—only two short weeks in which to say good-bye forever to my home,—(how much that word comprises!)—to the place where all my life has been spent,—where every stone, and tree, and path is endeared to me by a thousand memories."
"And after?"
"We go to London. There I hope to work out my idea."
"You have forgotten to tell me," says Luttrell, slowly, "my part in all these arrangements."
"Yours? Ah, Teddy, you put an end to our engagement in good time. Now it must have been broken, whether we liked it or not."
"Meaning that I must not throw in my lot with yours? Do you know what folly24 you are talking?" says Luttrell, almost roughly. "Ours, I am assured, is an engagement that cannot be broken. Not all the cruel words that could be spoken—that have been spoken"—in a low tone of reproach—"have power to separate us. You are mine, Molly, as I am yours, forever. I will never give you up. And now—now—in the hour of your trouble——" Breaking off, he gets up from his seat and commences to pace the room excitedly.
She has risen too, and is standing25 with her eyes fixed26 anxiously upon him. At length, "Let us put an end now to all misconceptions and doubts," he says, stopping before her. "Your manner that last evening at Herst, your greeting of to-day, have led me to hope again. I would know without further delay whether I am wrong in thinking you care more for me than for any other man. Am I? Speak, Molly, tell me now—here—if you love me."
"I do—I do!" cries she, bursting into tears again, and flinging herself in an abandonment of grief into his longing27 arms. "And that is what makes my task so hard. That is why I have not allowed myself to see you all these past days. It was not coldness, Teddy, it was love. I dared not see you, because all must be at an end between us."
"Do you think, with you in my arms like this, with the assurance of your love fresh upon your lips, and now"—stooping—"upon mine, I can do anything but laugh at such treason as that?"
"Nay28, but you must listen, Teddy, and believe that I am earnest in all that I say. For the future I shall neither see you nor hear from you: I must even try to forget you, if I would succeed in what lies before me. From henceforth I shall do my best to regard you as a stranger, to keep you at arm's length."
"Never," says Luttrell, emphatically, tightening29 his arms around her, as though to enforce the meaning of the word and show the absurdity30 of her last remark. "You talk as though you meant to convince me, but unhappily you don't. The more you say the more determined31 I am to marry you at once, and put a stop to all such nonsense as your trying to work."
"And are you going to marry Letitia also, and Lovat, and the two little girls, and the baby?" asks she, quietly. "Who is talking nonsense now? You seem to forget that they and I are one."
"Something must be done," says Luttrell, wretchedly.
"I quite agree with you; but who is going to do it?"
"I will"—decidedly; "I shall cut the army. My father has been a member and a staunch Conservative for years, and surely he must have some interest. I have heard of posts under government where one has little or nothing to do, and gets a capital salary for doing it; why should not I drop into one of them? Then we might all live together, and perhaps you might be happy."
"But in the meantime"—sadly—"we poor folks must live."
"That is the worst of it," says Luttrell, with questionable33 taste, biting his moustache. "Well"—angrily—"I see you are as bent34 on having your own way as ever. Tell me about this mighty plan of yours."
"I cannot, indeed, and you must not ask me. If I did tell you, probably you would scoff35 at it, or perhaps be angry, and I will not let myself be discouraged. It is quite useless your pressing me about this matter. I will not tell."
"And do you mean to tell me you purpose going alone into the great London world to seek your fortune, without a protector? You must be mad."
"I have Letitia."
"Letitia"—indignantly—"is a very handsome woman, not more than ten years older than yourself. She a protector!"
"I can't help that."
"Yes, you can; but your—obstinacy—won't allow you. Do you, then, intend to let no one know of your affairs?"
"I shall confide36 in Cecil Stafford, because I can't avoid it. But I know she will keep my secret until I give her leave to speak."
"It comes to this, then, that you consider every one before me. It is nothing to you whether I eat my heart out in ignorance of whether you are alive or dead."
"Cecil"—hastily—"may tell you so much."
"Thank you; this is a wonderful concession37."
"Why should I concede at all, when, as I have said, you are no longer bound to me?"
"But I am,—more strongly so than ever; and I insist, I desire you, Molly, to let me know what it is you intend doing."
He looks sterner than one would have conceived possible for him; Miss Massereene evidently thinks him inhumanly38 so.
"Don't speak to me like that," she says, with quivering lips. "You should not. I have made a vow39 not to disclose my secret to you of all people, and would you have me break it?"
"But why?" impatiently.
"Because—have I not told you already?—because"—with a little dry sob—"I love you so dearly that to encourage thoughts of you would unfit me for my work. And it is partly for your own sake I do it, for something tells me we shall never marry each other; and why should you spend your life dreaming of a shadow?"
"It is the cruelest resolution a woman ever formed," replies he, ignoring as beneath notice the latter part of her speech, and, putting away her hands, takes once more to his irritable40 promenade41 up and down the room.
"Then why not let me help you to bear it?"
"If it will comfort you, Teddy"—brokenly—"I will give in so far as to promise to write to you in six months. I ask you to wait till then. Is it too long? If so, remember you are free—believe me it will be better so—and I perhaps shall be happier in the thought——" And here incontinently she breaks down.
"Don't," says Luttrell, hurriedly, whose heart grows faint within him at the sight of her distress15. "Molly, I give in. I am satisfied with your last promise. I shall wait forever, if that will please you. Who am I, that I should add one tear to the many you have already shed? Forgive me, my own love."
"Yes, but do not say anything more to me to-day; I am tired," says Molly, submitting to his caresses44, though still a little sore at heart.
"Only one thing more," says this insatiable young man, who evidently holds in high esteem45 the maxim46 to "strike while the iron is hot." "You agree to a renewal47 of our engagement?"
"I suppose so. Although I know it is an act of selfishness on my part. Nothing can possibly come of it."
"And if it is selfishness in you, what is it in me?" asks he, humbly48. "You know as well as I do I am no match for you, who, with your face, your voice" (Molly winces49 perceptibly), "your manner, might marry whom you choose. Yet I do ask you to wait"—eagerly—"until something comes to our aid, to be true to me, no matter what happens, until I can claim you."
"I will wait; I will be true to you," she answers, with dewy eyes uplifted to his, and a serene50, earnest face. As she gives her promise a little sigh escapes her, more full of content, I think, than any regret.
After coming to this conclusion they talk more rationally for an hour or so (a lover's hour, dear reader, is not as other hours; it never drags; it is not full of yawns; it does not make us curse the day we were born); and then Luttrell, by some unlucky chance, discovers he must tear himself away.
As Molly rises to bid him good-bye, she catches her breath, and presses her hand to her side.
"I have such a pain here," she says.
"You don't go out," says her lover, severely51; "you want air. I shall speak to Letitia if you won't take more care of yourself."
"Then go to-morrow. If you will walk to the wood nearest you,—where you will see no one,—I will meet you there."
"Very well," says Molly, obediently; and when they have said good-bye for the fifth time, he really takes his departure.
How to reveal her weighty secret to Letitia troubles Molly much,—an intimate acquaintance with her sister-in-law's character causing her to know its disclosure will be received not only with discouragement, but with actual disapproval53. And yet—disclose it she must.
But how to break it happily. Having thought of many ways and means, and rejected them all, she decides, with a sigh, that plain speaking will be best.
"Letitia," she says, this very evening,—Luttrell having been gone some hours,—"do you know Signor Marigny's address?"
She is leaning her elbows on the writing-table, and has let her rounded chin sink into her palms' embrace; while her eyes fix themselves steadily54 upon the pen, the paper, anything but Letitia.
"Signor Marigny! Your old singing-master? No. Why do you ask, dear?"
"Because I want to write to him."
"Do you? And what——? No, I have not got his address; I don't believe I ever had it. How shall you manage?"
"I dare say I have it somewhere myself; don't trouble," says Molly, knowing guiltily it lies just beneath her hand within the table-drawer. She is glad of a respite55, Letitia having forborne to press the question.
Not for long, however; human nature can stand a good many things, but curiosity conquers most.
"Why are you writing to Signor Marigny?" Letitia asks, in a gentle tone of indifference56, after a full five minutes' pause, during which she has been devoured57 with a desire to know.
"Because I believe he will help me," says Molly, slowly. "I have been thinking, Letty,—thinking very seriously,—and I have decided32 upon making my fortune—our fortune—out of my voice."
"Molly!"
"Well, dear, and why not? Do not dishearten me, Letty; you know we must live, and what other plan can you suggest?"
"In London I thought perhaps we might get something to do,"—mournfully,—"and there no one would hear of us. I have rather a fancy for millinery, and one of those large establishments might take me, while you could go as a daily governess," regarding her sister doubtfully.
"Governess! oh, no! The insipidity58, the drudgery59 of it, would kill me. I should lose sight of the fact that I was my own mistress in such genteel slavery. Besides, as a concert singer (and I can sing), I should earn as much in one night, probably, as I should otherwise in a year."
"Oh, Molly!"—clasping her hands—"I cannot bear to think of it. It is horrible; the publicity,—the dreadful ordeal60. And you of all others,—my pretty Molly——"
"It is well I am pretty," says Molly, with a supreme61 effort at calmness; "they say a pretty woman with a voice takes better."
"Every word you say only convinces me more and more how cruel a task it would be. And Molly, darling, I know he would not wish it."
"I think he would wish me to do my duty," says Molly, gazing with great tearless eyes through the window into space, while her slender fingers meet and twine62 together nervously63. "Letitia, why cannot you be thankful, as I am, that I have a voice,—a sure and certain provision?—because I know I can sing as very few can. (I say this gratefully, and without any vanity.) Why, without it we might starve."
"And what will Tedcastle say? For, in spite of all your arguments, Molly, I am sure he is devoted64 to you still."
"That must not matter. Our engagement, to all intents and purposes, is at an end, because"—sighing—"we shall never marry. He is too poor, and I am too poor, and, besides"—telling her lie bravely,—"I do not wish to marry him."
"I find it hard to believe you," says Letitia, examining the girl's face critically. "Do you mean to tell me you have ceased to care for him?"
"How do I know?"—pettishly, her very restlessness betraying the truth. "At times I am not sure myself. At all events, everything is at an end between us, which is the principal thing, as he cannot now interfere65 with my decision."
"Do not think you can deceive me," says Letitia, in a trembling tone. "Ah, how cruel it all is! Death when it visits most homes, leaves at least hope behind, but here there is none. Other women lose fortune, or perhaps position, or it may be love; but I have lost all; while you—with all your young life before you—would sacrifice yourself for us. I am not wholly selfish, Molly; I refuse to accept your offer. I refuse to take your happiness at your hands."
"My happiness is yours," returns Molly, tenderly; "refuse to let me help you, and the little shred66 of comfort that still remains67 to me vanishes with the rest. Letitia, you are my home now: do not reject me."
Two sad little tears run down her pale cheeks unchecked. Letitia, unable to bear the sight, turns away; and presently two kindred drops steal down her face, and fall with a faint splashing sound upon her heavy crape.
"It would be such a hateful life for you," she says, with a sigh.
"I don't think so. I like singing; and the knowledge that by it I was actually helping68 you—who all my life have been my true and loving sister—would make my task sweet. What shall I say to Signor Marigny, Letty?" with a sudden air of business. "He has a great deal to do with concerts and that; and I know he will assist me in every way."
"Tell him you are about to sacrifice your love, your happiness, everything that makes life good, for your family," says Letitia, who has begun to cry bitterly, "and ask him what will compensate69 you for it; ask him if gold, or fame, or praise, will fill the void that already you have begun to feel."
"Nonsense, my dear! he would justly consider me a lunatic, were I to write to him in such a strain. I shall simply tell him that I wish to make use of the talent that has been given me, and ask him for his advice how best to proceed. Don't you think something like that would answer? Come now, Letty," cheerfully and coaxingly70, kneeling down before Mrs. Massereene, "say you are pleased with my plan, and all will be well."
"What would become of me without you?" says Letitia, irrelevantly71, kissing her; and Molly, taking this for consent, enters into a long and animated72 discussion of the subject of her intended début as a public singer.
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