Alfred could not without an appearance of great singularity avoid
joining the party; he turned, therefore, and making his salutation to
Caroline, and what other recognitions were necessary, in as hurried a
manner as possible, took the unoccupied side of Madeline. Geoffery saw a
good deal, and suspected more. "Where have you been all the morning,
Alfred?" he said. "We have had some delightful music at Lady
Palliser's."
"Indeed!" replied our hero.
"Yes," added Willoughby, "Lady Caroline was so obliging as to try one
or two charming duets, in which her ladyship permitted me to attempt a
part."
Alfred could scarcely credit that he heard aright--was it
possible!--could Caroline indeed be so utterly devoid of feeling? What,
but a few moments after having driven him from her presence, overwhelmed
with despair by her capricious perfidy? However strangely changed,
however indifferent she had herself become, had she not even the grace
to compassionate the sufferings she had wilfully inflicted? Could she
within the very same half hour be in such exuberant spirits that it was
necessary to exhaust them by singing for the amusement of her morning
visitors? Or was it indeed possible, that young as she was, she had
already learned worldly wisdom sufficient to prefer the possessor of
the Arden estates to his landless younger brother? So indeed it would
appear. Had she not last night danced with Willoughby in preference to
himself?--Had she not afterwards departed from her usual line of conduct
to waltz with him also?--This morning, had not every thought and feeling
undergone an evident and sudden revolution. That prudential
considerations had been strongly represented to Caroline he made no
doubt; it was highly improbable that such views had arisen spontaneously
in her own mind; but of what value could the merely fanciful preference
be that could be so easily turned aside? To believe Caroline worthless
cost him a more cruel pang than even the knowledge that she was lost to
him for ever.
As soon as the Arden family had reached home, after having left Caroline
at Lady Palliser's, and parted from Lord Darlingford and Sir James at
the door, the sisters began as usual to banter Alfred about his love;
and Lady Arden observed laughingly, "But you seem to have quite resigned
your post to Willoughby." Alfred made a strong effort to treat the
subject with seeming carelessness, and replied generally, that younger
brothers had no pretensions.
"That is," replied his mother, "as the lady may think. And I am sure
Willoughby would be very sorry to interfere with your prospects; an
heiress can be no object to him."
Willoughby looked amazed. Alfred begged Lady Arden would not treat the
subject with such unnecessary solemnity, and assured his brother, with
an earnestness that surprised the ladies of the family, that he had not
the most distant intention of ever addressing Lady Caroline Montague,
nor the slightest reason to suppose that if he were guilty of so silly a
presumption, his forwardness would not meet with the repulse it should
deserve.
"I don't know that," said Geoffery; "it must depend on the share of
encouragement a lady pleases to give."
"Lady Caroline Montague," observed Willoughby, "is certainly much to be
admired; at the same time," he added, with evident pique, "I should be
sorry, were I ever to enter the lists among her ladyship's adorers, to
owe my success to being an elder brother, as my mother would infer!"
The girls persisted in laughing, and declaring there must have been a
lover's quarrel; for that Alfred did not speak of Lady Caroline in the
least like the way he used to do.
"There is certainly a great change," said Mrs. Dorothea; "every thing
appeared to be going on just as Alfred's best friends could have
wished."
"How busy people make themselves," thought Willoughby, "but they shall
not influence my conduct."
To avoid the painful topic, Alfred sauntered into the lawn by one of the
open French windows. He was almost instantly followed by Willoughby, who
took his arm and walked for some time up and down in silence.
"I wish Alfred you would be candid with me," said Willoughby at last, "I
certainly admire Lady Caroline Montague, but mine is the admiration--the
acquaintance of a day--an hour. If you are seriously attached, still
more, if the attachment is, as my mother and sisters seem to think,
mutual, tell me so honestly, and I am sure you will do me the justice to
believe, that had I the vanity to suppose I could succeed in such an
attempt, I would be the last being in existence to wish to interfere
with your happiness; so far from it, that if fortune is the obstacle,
say so, and I will make a settlement on you so splendid, as to leave no
room for objection on that head."
Alfred, quite overcome by his brother's generosity, was unable to
articulate; he drew Willoughby's arm closer to his side in token of his
gratitude, and they walked on a little, till finding themselves
sheltered from the immediate view of the windows by a drooping
acacia-tree, they paused by a sort of mutual consent, and Alfred, making
an effort to master his emotion, said--"I feel Willoughby, if possible,
more gratitude than if I were about to accept and be made happy by your
noble offer. I feel too," he added, hesitating, "that I--owe it to your
generous nature to make a confession, which else I had gladly avoided.
I--I have been already rejected--rejected not by Lady Palliser on the
plea of want of fortune, but by Lady Caroline Montague herself. You are,
therefore, of course--free--to--to--" but he could not bring himself to
give the palpable form of words to the remainder of the inference.
"Rejected already! and by Lady Caroline herself!" repeated Willoughby.
"Thank heaven then, my interference at least can never be alleged. What
occurred before my arrival cannot be laid to my charge. This, under
whatever circumstances may arise, will be an infinite consolation to my
mind."
Alfred did not judge it necessary to correct the slight error in
chronology which his brother had made, and a protracted silence
followed; at length Willoughby said, "Do you think it probable, Alfred,
that you will be induced to renew your addresses?"
"Certainly not!" replied Alfred.
"In that case," said Willoughby, again breaking the silence, "who may or
who may not ultimately succeed in making themselves acceptable to Lady
Caroline Montague can in no wise affect your happiness?"
"My happiness," replied Alfred, in a strange hurried manner, "is quite
irrelevant to the present subject: but I am not, I trust, so selfish as
to feel any desire to condemn a lady to a life of celibacy, merely
because--but let us lay aside this painful subject; I shall endeavour
as quickly as possible to forget all things connected with it, except,
indeed, the feelings of heartfelt gratitude so justly due to you, my
dear Willoughby."
While this conversation was passing in the lawn, Geoffery, whom we left
in the drawing-room with the ladies of the family, addressed Mrs.
Dorothea Arden thus:
"So you really think it will be a match between Alfred and Lady Caroline
Montague?"
"I should think so, certainly," replied Mrs. Dorothea; "his attentions
have been very marked, and have been received with decided approbation,
both by mother and daughter; and I am sure that he is, poor fellow, very
sincerely attached."
"We all thought it quite settled," said Jane. Her sisters echoed nearly
the same sentiment.
"There can be no doubt," observed Lady Arden, "that Alfred would have a
right to consider himself very ill treated, if any objection to his
pretensions were started at this late period."
"There was a great difference, however, last night," said Louisa, "in
Lady Caroline's manner."
"And a still greater this morning," added Madeline.
"Your ladyship thinks Alfred attached to Lady Caroline?" asked Geoffrey.
"Unquestionably!" replied Lady Arden. "If the affair should not go on,
it will be a very serious disappointment to him, I am convinced."
"And her ladyship received him well up to last night?" persisted
Geoffrey.
"I should certainly say so," Lady Arden replied.
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C. WHITING, BEAUFORT HOUSE, STRAND.
End of Project Gutenberg's Dilemmas of Pride, (VOL 1 OF 3), by Margracia Loudon