M Y hand dropped from the curtain.But don't suppose--oh, don't suppose--that the dreadful embarrassment of my situation was the uppermost idea in my mind! So fervent still was the sisterly interest Ifelt in Mr.Godfrey, that I never stopped to ask myself why he was not at the concert.No! I thought only of the words--the startling words--which had just fallen from his lips.He would do it to-day.He had said, in a tone of terrible resolution, he would do it to-day.What, oh what, would he do? Something even more deplorably unworthy of him than what he had done already? Would he apostatize from the faith? Would he abandon us at the Mothers'-Small-Clothes? Had we seen the last of his angelic smile in the committee-room? Had we heard the last of his unrivalled eloquence at Exeter Hall? I was so wrought up by the bare idea of such awful eventualities as these in connection with such a man, that I believe I should have rushed from my place of concealment, and implored him in the name of all the Ladies'
Committees in London to explain himself--when I suddenly heard another voice in the room.It penetrated through the curtains; it was loud, it was bold, it was wanting in every female charm.The voice of Rachel Verinder!
`Why have you come up here, Godfrey?' she asked.`Why didn't you go into the library?'
He laughed softly, and answered, `Miss Clack is in the library.'
`Clack in the library!' She instantly seated herself on the ottoman in the back drawing-room.`You are quite right, Godfrey.We had much better stop here.'
I had been in a burning fever, a moment since, and in some doubt what to do next.I became extremely cold now, and felt no doubt whatever.To show myself, after what I had heard, was impossible.To retreat--except into the fireplace--was equally out of the question.A martyrdom was before me.In justice to myself, I noiselessly arranged the curtains so that Icould both see and hear.And then I met my martyrdom, with the spirit of a primitive Christian.
`Don't sit on the ottoman,' the young lady proceeded.`Bring a chair, Godfrey.I like people to be opposite to me when I talk to them.'
He took the nearest seat.It was a low chair.He was very tall, and many sizes too large for it.I never saw his legs to such disadvantage before.
`Well?' she went on.`What did you say to them?'
`Just what you said, dear Rachel, to me.'
`That mamma was not at all well to-day? And that I didn't quite like leaving her to go to the concert?'
`Those were the words.They were grieved to lose you at the concert, but they quite understood.All sent their love; and all expressed a cheering belief that Lady Verinder's indisposition would soon pass away.'
` You don't think it's serious, do you, Godfrey?'
`Far from it! In a few days, I feel quite sure, all will be well again.'
`I think so too.I was a little frightened at first, but I think so too.It was very kind to go and make my excuses for me to people who are almost strangers to you.But why not have gone with them to the concert?
It seems very hard that you should miss the music too.'
`Don't say that, Rachel! If you only knew how much happier I am--here, with you!'
He clasped his hands, and looked at her.In the position which he occupied, when he did that, he turned my way.Can words describe how I sickened when I noticed exactly the same pathetic expression on his face, which had charmed me when he was pleading for destitute millions of his fellow-creatures on the platform at Exeter Hall!
`It's hard to get over one's bad habits, Godfrey.But do try to get over the habit of paying compliments--do, to please me.'
`I never paid you a compliment, Rachel, in my life.Successful love may sometimes use the language of flattery, I admit.But hopeless love, dearest, always speaks the truth.'
He drew his chair close, and took her hand, when he said `hopeless love.'
There was a momentary silence.He, who thrilled everybody, had doubtless thrilled her.I thought I now understood the words which had dropped from him when he was alone in the drawing-room, `I'll do it to-day.' Alas!
the most rigid propriety could hardly have failed to discover that he was doing it now.
`Have you forgotten what we agreed on, Godfrey, when you spoke to me in the country? We agreed that we were to be cousins, and nothing more.'
`I break the agreement, Rachel, every time I see you.'
`Then don't see me.'
`Quite useless! I break the agreement every time I think of you.Oh, Rachel! how kindly you told me, only the other day, that my place in your estimation was a higher place than it had ever been yet! Am I mad to build the hopes I do on those dear words? Am I mad to dream of some future day when your heart may soften to me? Don't tell me so, if I am! Leave me my delusion, dearest! I must have that to cherish, and to comfort me, if I have nothing else!'
His voice trembled, and he put his white handkerchief to his eyes.Exeter Hall again! Nothing wanting to complete the parallel but the audience, the cheers, and the glass of water.
Even her obdurate nature was touched.I saw her lean a little nearer to him.I heard a new tone of interest in her next words.
`Are you really sure, Godfrey, that you are so fond of me as that?'
`Sure! You know what I was, Rachel.Let me tell you what I am.I have lost every interest in life, but my interest in you.A transformation has come over me which I can't account for myself.Would you believe it? My charitable business is an unendurable nuisance to me; and when I see a Ladies' Committee now, I wish myself at the uttermost ends of the earth!'
If the annals of apostasy offer anything comparable to such a declaration as that, I can only say that the case in point is not producible from the stores of my reading.I thought of the Mothers'-Small-Clothes.Ithought of the Sunday-Sweetheart-Supervision.I thought of the other Societies, too numerous to mention, all built up on this man as on a tower of strength.
