"I do not want to leave Eden," repeated the dead author's daughter,
passionately. "Do not ask me, Clarice! I will not go!"
Clarice Wells gazed at the pale face and somber dark eyes in alarm. Had
this sudden good news turned the young lady's brain?
She went up to Laurel and shook her gently by the arm.
"Miss Vane, I do not think you understand," she said; "your probation
here is over. We do not need to keep up this wretched farce any longer.
Mr. Wentworth has secured his fine appointment abroad, and his wife
wishes for us to go with her. Do you realize it, Miss Vane? To go
abroad--to be like the sister of Mrs. Wentworth--is it not a glorious
reward for the service you have done her?"
But Laurel, gazing drearily before her into vacancy, answered
obstinately:
"I understand it all, Clarice, but I would rather stay at Eden."
"But why, miss?" asked the maid, astonished and half indignant.
Laurel, glancing up, saw the wonder in her eyes, and suddenly blushed a
hot, burning crimson. The news had taken her by surprise, and she had
spoken out unthinkingly. On being confronted with this very pertinent
question from Clarice, she suddenly realized her error.
"But why, Miss Vane?" persisted Clarice. "Why should you wish to stay
at Eden when you are in danger of detection every hour?"
"I love the place. I would rather risk detection than go away,"
faltered Laurel, miserably.
"Well, I _am_ surprised," declared the maid, in genuine consternation.
"I thought you were miserable here, and that you would rejoice to get
away. I cannot see what has changed you so. It isn't possible, Miss
Vane," a sudden suspicion darting into her mind, "that you have lost
your heart to the master of Eden?"
Speechless and shame stricken, Laurel hid her hot face in her hands,
and Clarice went on, admonishing:
"If you have, you had best come away with me and think no more of it,
my dear young lady. Loving a man like Mr. Le Roy mostly means ruin and
destruction to a poor girl like you. If you stay, they will be sure to
find you out, and then what is to become of you? These proud Le Roys
will be fit to kill you for deceiving them so. You had better go and
fling yourself into the river yonder than waste your heart on Mr. St.
Leon Le Roy."
Laurel sprung to her feet, her small hands clinched, her dark eyes
suddenly blazing.
"Hush!" she cried. "How dare you accuse me of loving St. Leon Le Roy?
It is false. I never dreamed of such a folly. I will not have you talk
so to me, Clarice! Is there no reason I should want to stay but that I
cared for him? Do I not love his grand, beautiful home? Do I not love
the stately lady who has been so kind to me? I would rather be Mrs. Le
Roy's servant than go away!" ended beautiful Laurel, wildly.
"She would not have you for her servant even, if once she found out the
truth about you," argued sensible Clarice. "Miss Vane, I do not know
what to think of this sudden fancy of yours. What would Miss Beatrix--I
mean Mrs. Wentworth, say if she could hear you?"
"Clarice, I have served her ends and she can have no right to reproach
me if I take my own way now," said the girl. "And indeed it is far
better for me not to go. Mr. Wentworth is a poor man. Why should
I burden him with my support? They will do better without me. Oh,
Clarice, dear, kind Clarice," she flung herself suddenly on her knees
before the perplexed maid and grasped her dress imploringly, "let me
have my way in this! Go to Mrs. Wentworth and leave me here! Beg her
not to betray the conspiracy yet. Tell her to be kind to me, to let me
stay as long as I can before they find me out in my wickedness!"
"And then," said Clarice, gravely, "what will you do after that?"
"Then--the deluge," Laurel answered, recklessly.
They spent an hour in heated argument. Laurel was desperately resolved
not to leave Eden, if possible. Her tears, her prayers, conquered
Clarice's better judgment. The end of it all was, that Clarice gave in
to her plans, and promised to influence Beatrix Wentworth to withhold
her promised letters of confession to the Gordons and the Le Roys.
"But I must say one thing, Miss Vane, in spite of your anger," said
the maid, sturdily. "If you have laid a plan to marry the master of
Eden, I will betray you if it is at the front of the altar. You must
not dare carry the farce that far! You are beautiful and young; but you
are no mate for the proud, rich master of Eden. If you married him and
he found out the cheat afterward, he would make you the most wretched
woman under the sun!"
Afterward, Laurel recalled the maid's words as if they had been some
fateful prophecy, instead of the wise utterance of a clear-headed woman.
"You need not threaten me, Clarice," she said, with girlish dignity.
"I have laid no plans--not one. I have not thought about the future. I
only could not bear to go away. I know Mr. Le Roy could never think of
me--_that way!_ I--have never even dreamed of it. Do not judge me so
harshly, Clarice. Remember how young I am. Is it strange that I should
love the only happy home I ever had?"
Clarice could not resist her beauty, her pleadings, her distress. She
smoothed the golden hair tenderly, and kissed the white hands, and
admitted that she was sorry for Laurel Vane. But she said to herself,
all the same, that she was acting wrong in leaving the girl at Eden
in her borrowed plumes. Harm would come of it--harm to the beautiful,
willful creature who was so blindly rushing upon her fate.
That evening Laurel told Mrs. Le Roy that Clarice had received an offer
to accompany a lady to Europe, and that the girl had determined to
accept it, and would leave her on the next day to go to New York.
"You shall have my own maid to help you every day until you find a new
one," said Mrs. Le Roy, cordially: and Laurel, thanking her, said that
she did not require the services of a maid very much, and she would not
engage another until she returned to New York.
Clarice Wells went away the next morning full of joy at the prospect
before her, but regretful at leaving Laurel. She fancied that the girl
would fare but ill at the hands of the Le Roys when they found her out.
Laurel sent the beautiful pearls, Mrs. Gordon's gift, to Beatrix
Wentworth with her love and best wishes.
The maid declined to take the new hats and dresses to her mistress.
"You will need them if you are going to keep up this masquerade," she
said. "And when they turn you adrift upon the world you can sell them
for money to buy food and shelter."
She went away, and in the new loneliness that fell upon her, Laurel
Vane began to realize dimly to what imminent perils she had willfully
committed herself.