CHAPTER XV

Lady Gordon, and her husband, learnt with sincere pleasure, that a

happy understanding had been established between Emma and her lover;

they both hinted that the disappointment to Lord Osborne would not be

lasting, and that the attachment would on the whole have done him

good. He had improved so much during its progress, had become so

sociable and civilised by his affection, that he seemed a different

person; and whilst rejoicing at the change, they trusted he would not

relapse under the effects of his want of success, but would prove

himself worthy of his place in society, and his position in the world.

As to the young man himself, he felt his disappointment most acutely,

but it did not make him more selfish than he had been. On the contrary

it seemed to give rise to a magnanimity of sentiment which could

hardly have been expected from him.

Two days after the engagement it was found he went down to see Howard

at the vicarage immediately after the post had come in. That morning

he had received an announcement of the death of the old rector before

mentioned. He now hastened to offer the living to Howard, delighted to

have it in his power thus to improve his circumstances.

"Howard," said he, "I have learnt by this letter that the living of

Carsdean is vacant. I am glad of it—as I am sure it will make you much

more comfortable. Will you accept it?"

"My dear lord," said he, with much emotion, "you are too kind to me: I

am ashamed to accept such a benefit, when I have robbed you of what

you so much desired."

"Do not speak of that," said the other, "she took her choice, and no

doubt chose wisely; I always _felt_ you were beloved, Howard, even

whilst I was fool enough to flatter myself with success: but I am not

angry either with her or you, and since I cannot make her happy

myself, I am glad I can help you to do so. This living was always

meant for you—but coming as it does just now, it gives me very great

pleasure."

"I knew you were generous," replied Howard, "and I can feel how much

satisfaction the power of obliging must confer."

"Make her happy, Howard, and when I can, I will come and see you, but

it is best at first that we should be apart. You accept my wedding

gift!"

"A noble one, like the heart which dictates it, and a welcome one

indeed since it removes the only obstacle to my marriage," replied

Howard.

"Howard, you are a lucky man; I would have given half my income to

have had the power of persuading her to accept the other half. You

know, I dare say, that she refused me?"

"No, indeed!"

"Did not Emma tell you? She _did_ refuse me, and I loved her the

better for it, for it was entirely for _your_ sake; but as I thought

you were dead then I did not take it so much to heart, because I

trusted to time and perseverance when my rival was removed."

"And when I came back and destroyed your dream, how you must have

hated me! I wonder you could shake hands as you did, and say you were

glad to see me."

"Howard," said Lord Osborne with much agitation, "if I thought you

were serious in what you say, I would never speak to you again; I

_know_ you only say it to torment me, but is that generous when you

are the winning party?"

"I beg your pardon," said Howard holding out his hand; and no more was

said on the subject.

"What a pity it is," said Emma Watson to Howard when he was joyfully

detailing to her his happy prospects, and Lord Osborne's generosity,

"what a pity it is that Lord Osborne's manners are so inferior to his

mind. With so much good feeling and generosity of sentiment, it is

unfortunate that he should have so little engaging in his appearance

and address."

"I do not think so at all, Emma, for if his manners had been such as

you admire, and calculated to set off his good qualities, you would

certainly have been lost to me."

"What abominable conceit!" cried Emma; "you really take credit to

yourself, do you, for such very captivating manners yourself, since

you think that those alone are the passports to my good opinion."

"I did not mean to say that; I trust my other good qualities are so

remarkable that you have, in their favour, overlooked any little

deficiencies which might otherwise strike you in my manners."

"Modest, truly! What is the income of the living which his lordship

presents to you?"

"About a thousand a year, I believe, and a very pretty country and

pleasant neighbourhood. I have been there, and always thought I should

like it so very much."

"I am quite sorry to leave this pretty place though," said Emma

looking at the Vicarage near which they were wandering; "I am sure the

other cannot have so pleasant a garden, nor so pleasant a little

drawing-room. Those were happy days when we were snowed up there."

They then went off into a long series of reminiscences and

explanations through which it would be useless, were it possible, to

follow them.

Emma spent one very happy week at the Castle after her engagement;

which was not the less agreeable to every one concerned because both

Lord Osborne and Miss Carr left it. He quitted his house immediately

after the conversation above recorded; and she then decided that her

visit had been long enough to such dreadfully dull people as Rosa and

her husband were become: so she took leave of her dear friends and

returned, unsuccessful, home.

At the end of a week, Mr. Howard found it necessary to go too; there

was business connected with his new living which must be attended to,

and unwillingly he tore himself away.

Mrs. Willis still continued in Wales, for though Charles was better,

and indeed daily gaining strength, the physicians had so strongly

recommended sea air for the re-establishment of his health, that his

mother had decided on spending the summer on the sea-coast there.

Howard's departure proved, however, only the prelude to Emma's return

to Croydon. Elizabeth's marriage was fast approaching, and she pressed

to see Emma again before that event. The idea of again becoming an

inmate of Robert's house was so very repulsive to Emma that she

demurred from that reason alone, and she was much more inclined to

accede to Miss Bridge's repeated invitations to return to Burton. But

this Elizabeth urged would be doing no good at all; fourteen miles

would as effectually preclude daily meetings as forty, and would be

only tantalizing instead of comfortable. The affair was at length

arranged through the intervention of Mr. Bridge, who invited both his

sister and her young friend to take up their residence for a time in

his Vicarage at Croydon. And so it was settled at last, and after a

hundred kind words and caresses from Lady Gordon, and the most cordial

good wishes from her husband, Emma left the Castle, travelling, be it

recorded, in one of Sir William's carriages half the way, where she

was to be met by Miss Bridge's chariot, to convey her the latter half

of the journey.

With no accident and no adventure she reached Croydon, and of course

received a far warmer welcome than when she had formerly made the same

journey.

Elizabeth was waiting to receive her—her face was seen through the

flowers in the drawing-room window, and she reached the entrance door,

and ran down the steps to open the carriage before the fat,

well-powdered footman had time to put on his livery coat. She led her

sister into the house, and in the passage pushed back the bonnet and

the dark curls from her cheeks, to see if she was as pretty as ever.

Then, before leading her into the drawing-room, she paused again to

make her guess who she would find there.

Emma suggested Mr. and Miss Bridge.

"You little goose," replied Elizabeth, "as if I should have thought it

worth while to make you guess that!"

Then throwing open the door she ushered her in, and in another moment

Emma was clasped in the arms of her dear brother Sam. This was a very

unexpected pleasure—she had hoped to see him certainly, but never for

a moment anticipated meeting him so soon. It was the joint kindness of

Miss Bridge and Elizabeth; the one well remembering the affectionate

terms in which Emma always spoke of her brother had been suggesting

the possibility of his coming, and the other eager to carry out the

plan had persuaded George Millar to ask him to his house for the week

preceding the wedding. He had arrived that very afternoon, and after

an introduction to his future brother, had accompanied Elizabeth to

meet Emma.

Emma had much to communicate to Sam; besides her own prospects she had

matters which must be interesting to him as concerning himself. A

farewell visit which she had paid to the Edwards had brought another

engagement to her knowledge. Mary Edwards was soon to be married to

Captain Hunter. She found them _tête-à-tête_ in the parlour when she

entered, and appearances were so very suspicious, that even without

the direct information which Mrs. Edwards subsequently whispered to

her, she would have concluded her brother's cause to be lost.

Mrs. Edwards appeared on the whole better reconciled to the match than

Emma, from her early recollections, would have supposed. Perhaps she

had discouraged Mary's partiality for the Captain, from a doubt of his

sincerity, which was now removed; or perhaps finding herself in the

minority, she had given up her previous objections, because it was no

use to persist in them; whatever were her feelings, she had received

Emma's congratulations with a good grace, and Emma hoped there was no

ill-will implied in the message of compliments which she charged her

to deliver to their old acquaintance Mr. Sam Watson.

All this she had to communicate to Sam, who listened with philosophy,

and whistled _sotto voce_ instead of an answer. Certainly the part

which piqued him most was Mrs. Edwards' message; for some time indeed

he had almost despaired of Mary's affection, but he could not bear

that the mother who had never been his friend, should suppose he cared

at all about it.

There seemed nothing wanting to complete the felicity of the happy

party assembled at the Rectory of Croydon. Perhaps indeed Mr. Howard

would not have been flattered had he supposed this the case; but so it

really was; Emma had parted from him so recently that she hardly felt

the want of his society yet, and the satisfaction of knowing herself

beloved was at present sufficient for her repose of mind. The

agitations and anxieties of suspense were over, and were followed by a

calmness and peace of mind which seemed all that she could require.

She had now as much to hear as to tell, for Sam had been to

Chichester, and seen Penelope and her husband, had arranged the plan

for his future establishment, and his prospects were of a very bright

character. Could he only have commanded a couple of thousand pounds,

besides what he possessed, there would have been no difficulty at all

in stepping into a comfortable house and flourishing business. As it

was, the prospects which Penelope promised him should be realized in a

short time, were sufficient to raise his mind and ease his spirits.

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