Our surprises were not yet at an end.
On my return to Zutphen I found Overberg waiting for me at my hotel. He
had just received from England a packet addressed to Francis, which
Fritz had refused to take charge of, as he did not know where to find
her. I assured him that Miss Mordaunt had now returned to the Castle;
and I offered my driver double fare if he would go at once to the
Castle, and bring me back a recu from Francis. I should then have
proof positive of her return to the Werve. I was very anxious to find
out what this packet could contain; and I was in despair as to any
suitable means of satisfying my curiosity, when early next morning
old Fritz arrived at the hotel with a note from his mistress. He had
his orders not to deliver it into anybody's hands but mine. I broke
the seal with trembling fingers, and read as follows--
"Cousin Leopold--I must speak to you once more before you start
on your travels; it is absolutely necessary. You once assured
me you were always ready to oblige a woman who exercised the
privileges of her sex. May I hope you will come to the Werve
to have a last interview with me? Instead of writing I should
have preferred to come to your hotel to see you; but I was
afraid of scandalizing you by such a liberty. Please send
word by Fritz the day and hour I may expect you.
F. M."
I had but one answer to this note; it was to order out the hotel
carriage, and drive back with Fritz. My hopes and fears as we drove
along I will not attempt to describe; they are better left to your
imagination; but everything seemed to turn round before my eyes as we
passed over the old drawbridge, and drove up to the hall-door. Rolf
was awaiting me at the entrance; and he led me into the drawingroom
without a word, only expressing his delight by the manner in which
he swung about his cap.
Francis was seated on the sofa which I remembered so well, her head
cast down, paler than on the preceding day; but charmingly beautiful
in her mourning-dress. She rose hastily, and advanced to greet me.
"Thank you, Leopold, for coming so soon. I knew you would come;
I had confidence in your generosity."
"And--am I then no longer contemptible in your eyes, Francis? You
have received my packet, and read Aunt Sophia's letter?"
"I have received all the documents, read all--more than was necessary
to convince me I had done you an injustice, and ought to apologize
to you. Now I am ready to confess it before all the world that I did
you wrong; will you pardon me without reserve?"
"Need you ask me that, Francis? But you must never doubt me more,
never more, Francis."
After a moment's silence she answered in a low voice--"Never more,
Leopold!"
So saying, she pressed my hand with ardour, as a sign of
reconciliation. Still, there was a constraint about her manner which
prevented my pressing her to my heart as I desired to do.
"Sit down, Leopold," she said; "now we are reconciled I have to ask
your advice as my nearest relation and my most trusted friend."
At the same time she unfolded the packet which she had received
from England.
"Lord William is dead," she went on; "will you read this letter
addressed to me, together with a copy of his will?"
I could scarcely control myself sufficiently to read the letter; but
I obeyed mechanically. This letter contained a few words of serious
advice, breathing nothing but words of paternal love; though I read
between the lines that it had cost him a struggle after her confession
to regain this kind of calm affection for her. He had left with Cupid's
arrow in his heart. The letter concluded with the most ardent wishes
for her happiness; and he expressed a hope she would one day find a
husband worthy of her, begging her to accept as a marriage portion
the legacy he had left her by his will. Finally, he said, she must
allow no considerations whatever, especially money considerations,
to induce her to marry a man whom she did not love with all her heart.
The family name with which this letter was signed is one of the most
illustrious in the scientific as well as in the political world.
There was also a second letter from the nephew and heir to
Lord William's title and immense fortune. He assured Francis
of his intentions scrupulously to fulfil the last will of the
deceased. Francis was to receive from the estates an annuity of three
thousand pounds for the term of her natural life.
"Ought I to accept it, Leopold?" she demanded.
"My opinion is you cannot refuse it, Francis. Your greatest desire
has always been to have an independence; and here it is offered you
by the hand of a friend."
"You are right, Leopold; I shall follow your advice and accept it. Now
I shall not be forced to marry any one; and if I should choose a
husband, he cannot suspect me of having done so for the sake of his
money. Shall I be rich enough to buy back the Werve?"
"No, Francis; the Werve is in the possession of one who will not
sell it for money. If you still desire to become Baroness de Werve,
you must take another resolution."
"Leopold," she said, rising, "you say that independence has always been
my chief desire. It is possible; but now I understand that my greatest
happiness is to be dependent on the man I love. Leo, Aunt Roselaer has
left me an annuity which I decline to accept, as a matter of course;
but her intentions towards me were kindly, and I will follow her
advice. She has forbidden me to marry without your consent."
Then with an indefinable mixture of grace, confusion, and malice,
she sank down on her knees before me, and said--
"Leo, I wish to marry my Cousin van Zonshoven; have you any
objections?"
"Heaven forbid! I have no objections!"
And with what rapture did I raise her, and clasp her to my breast,
where she shed many tears, whilst my own eyes were not dry. We had
loved so much, and suffered so much for each other.
What can I tell you more, dear William? We walked out in the grounds,
and again visited all the places which had become endeared to us
by our former walks. We made all sorts of plans for the future. We
wrote letters to Van Beek and the other men of the law, informing
them in a grave tone that all the bills would be paid at maturity,
or on presentation.
The fact that Francis was in mourning for the General served us
as a pretext for being married privately, and in as quiet a manner
as possible, an arrangement in accordance with both our wishes. An
old college friend of mine, vicar in a small town near the Werve,
married us.
Little Harry Blount is already confided to the care of the farmers
Pauwelsens. His mother has perfectly recovered, and will one of these
days, we trust, marry young Pauwelsen, a son of the farmer, who had
already fixed his eyes on her before her engagement to Blount. This
good news has removed an immense weight from Francis's mind. We are
going to make a long journey, and try to enjoy ourselves thoroughly;
the trials we have both passed through have taught us to appreciate
our present happiness.
During our absence the Werve will be restored, and Rolf will be left
in charge.
To conclude, dear William, I have got Francis to enclose you a note
in her own handwriting.
Geneva, 1861. Leopold van Zonshoven.
"That it is becoming in Leo to have sketched the doings of Major
Frank in all their shades and peculiarities, even for a friend, I
shall never allow; but I feel that in his delicate position it was
necessary for him to ease his mind to some one, and that it was better
he should do so to a friend across the seas. Therefore I have pardoned
him. Now I will request you not to have his letters printed in any
of your Indian papers! That would be too bad! Not that Francis van
Zonshoven would attempt to defend such a person--oh no! It appears
to me no such person ever existed. But there are family secrets in
the letters, which I must seriously recommend to your discretion.
"Don't wait until your term of service in India expires, but get your
leave of absence and visit us at the Werve. All the windows are now
glazed, and there is room enough for Leo's friend, though he came
with a whole family.
"Francis van Zonshoven."
NOTES
[1] Strictly orthodox Dutch people think that a sermon in the light,
airy French language cannot be so serious and solemn as in their
own tongue.
[2] The strictly orthodox party in Holland will only make use of the
version of the Bible approved by the States-General in the seventeenth
century; the bigots insist upon its being printed in the German
characters in use at the time when the first copies were issued.
[3] The Victoria Cross of the Dutch.
[4] In Holland one is obliged to fetch a registered letter; they are
never delivered by the postman.
[5] In Holland every village has its burgomaster, who acts as chairman
of the local board.
[6] Trineke is a diminutive of Catherine.
End of Project Gutenberg's Major Frank, by A. L. G. Bosboom-Toussaint