In due course of time Juliette Ives received a kind letter from her
absent uncle, stating that he would return with his wife to Richmond
within the month.
“You may rest assured, my dear girl, that I intend to act fairly
by you,” he wrote. “Of course I cannot leave you my fortune, as
I expected to do if I died single; but you shall receive a fair
portion of it, so you need not consider yourself penniless. I will
also pay your mother’s debts. For the rest, your home will be with
us. My charming wife, who is even younger than yourself, will be
your warmest friend if you show any disposition toward friendship.
I inferred from your letter--in which you neglected to send Mrs.
Falconer a single kind message--that you seriously resented my
marriage. Of course you understand that my young wife is to be
treated with all respect and consideration. While you have a strong
claim on my love and kindness, she has a stronger one, which you
must never for an instant forget. But I need hardly caution you on
these points, as your own good sense will sufficiently instruct you.
Besides, I expect that you will at once fall in love with Pansy’s
sweet disposition and lovely face.”
“Pansy--Pansy!” Miss Ives muttered sharply, as she flung the obnoxious
letter on the floor. “So that is her name! Strange that, as that
name once came between me and love, it should now come between me and
fortune. Why, if I had not hated her already, I should loathe her for
that name!”
She was alone in the spacious and elegant parlor of Colonel Falconer’s
elegant residence on Franklin Street. She wore deep, lusterless black
that set off her delicate blond beauty to great advantage, and she
moved with the air of some princess, so proud was her step, so haughty
the curve of her white throat.
“It is going to be war to the knife between us--I foresee that,” she
muttered hoarsely. “I mean to make her life as disagreeable as I can,
out of revenge for the evil she has wrought for me. Yes, she shall not
sleep upon a bed of roses in this house! I shall be as disrespectful
as I please. They dare not turn me out of the house for fear of people
talking, as I am his own niece.”
A few days later she received a telegram from New York, stating that
Colonel Falconer and wife had arrived in that city, would remain there
a week, and then come on to Richmond.
Pansy had persuaded her husband to remain in New York and show her the
sights of the great city. At heart she cared little for it, but it
served as a pretext to delay for a little her return to her old home,
and to the memories that would crowd upon her there.
But at last the time was over, and no further pretext could delay her
going. Pale and heartsick, she was standing on the steamer’s deck
beside her husband while they rounded the last curve of James River,
that brought picturesque Libby Hill into full view, with all its
bittersweet memories.
It was three years and a half since she had crouched on yonder hill, a
forlorn little figure with wet eyes and a pale, pale face, watching the
steamer bearing away her young husband on that mission which he said
was to make him rich enough to claim the bride he had wedded in secret.
How it all rushed over her again as she stood there by the side of her
proud, rich husband, and listened mechanically as he pointed out with
pride and enthusiasm the beauties of the river and the land.
“How glad I am to be in Virginia again!” he exclaimed; but Pansy’s
smile was sadder than tears.
Juliette had sent the family carriage, with its high-stepping bay
horses, to meet them, and soon they were borne swiftly toward their
home; but while Colonel Falconer’s thoughts went toward Franklin Street
and its aristocratic environments, his fair young bride was thinking of
the humble house on Church Hill, where her mother was mourning the loss
of her youngest born--the household pet.
“Oh, mother, mother, mother, if only I dared go to you in your sorrow!”
was the cry of her heart.
But she knew that she must remain dead to that beloved mother. There
was her husband and her position to be considered, and there was
Willie, who had sworn in his wrath to kill the sister who had brought
disgrace on a respectable family. Her own safety, if nothing else,
demanded silence.
“Here we are, my darling, at home!” exclaimed Colonel Falconer’s voice,
seeming to come from far away, so intently had she been brooding over
her sorrows.
She glanced out, and saw the sunset gleams lighting up, like
jewels, the windows of an old-fashioned red brick mansion, set in
a pretty green lawn studded with shrubbery and flowers. He looked
up at the broad porch, guarded by two lions, and said, in a tone of
disappointment:
“Juliette is too dignified to come out on the porch to welcome us home.
She will be waiting in the hall.”
He led his lovely bride up the steps, and, with a strong effort of
will, Pansy threw off her agitation and braced herself to meet Juliette
Ives with pride and dignity equal to her own.