"I saw nothing more of Kate that day; but I came across Slurk several
times, and there was a peculiar look on the fellow's countenance which
made me renew my longing to chastise him. I was anxious to know whether
Mr. Birchmore had returned; but, as I could not bring myself to make any
inquiries of his valet, and did not care to let him see me asking anyone
else, I was obliged to remain in ignorance. However, as I sat out under
the trees at dusk, a tall figure, with a lighted cigar in his mouth,
appeared in the doorway of the hotel, and, on my saluting him, he
sauntered up to my table, and complied with my invitation to sit down.
"The waiter brought us coffee; and under its stimulus I ventured to
introduce the subject which lay nearest my heart to Mr. Birchmore's
notice. No doubt I put my best foot foremost, and spoke as eloquently
as was consistent with my downright earnestness and sincerity. Mr.
Birchmore heard me almost in silence, only giving evidence by an
occasional word or interjection that he was giving me his attention.
Once or twice, too, I was aware of his having given me one of those
sharp icy glances for which he was remarkable. When I had spoken, he
fingered the pointed beard on his chin meditatively, and puffed his
cigar.
"'This is a very fair and honourable offer that you make, Gainsborough,'
he said at length. 'I liked you before; I like you better now. You take
it for granted, I suppose, that I'm pretty well off. There, you needn't
say anything; I've no doubt of your disinterestedness; but these matters
would have to be mentioned, sooner or later, if the affair went on. I
say "if," because--I may as well tell you at once; it will save us all
pain--because it can't go on: it must stop right here; and I can only
regret, for both your sakes, that it has gone so far.'
"'Mr. Birchmore, I cannot take this for an answer. You have given me no
reasons. If you want confirmation of my account of myself, I can----'
"'I want nothing of the sort; on the contrary, I feel complimented that
you should accept _us_, not only without confirmation, but without
question. But you can't marry my daughter, Gainsborough, much as I
like you, and much as I daresay she does. When you are older, you will
understand that men cannot always follow that course in the world which
appears to them most desirable.'
"'However young or old I may be, Mr. Birchmore, I am old enough to know
my own mind, and to require good reasons for changing it. If you have
any such reasons, I wish you'd show your liking for me by telling me
what they are.'
"'Do you remember a talk we once had in Paris, when you hinted that
I should accompany you on your jaunt? I told you then that the past
life of a man sometimes had a hold over his present, constraining his
freedom, whether he would or no. And can't you imagine that those
circumstances, however cogent they may be, or, very likely, just because
they are so cogent, might be very inconvenient to talk about? To speak
plainly, Gainsborough, I don't see how your loving my daughter obliges
me to tell you all the secrets of my life.'
"'I don't want to know your secrets, sir; I wish to marry Miss
Birchmore.'
"Mr. Birchmore laughed.
"'Well, you're a pretty determined wooer,' said he. 'I can't give my
consent to the match, because--well, because I cannot; but if you won't
take No for an answer, nor profit by the warning I hereby give you,
I'll tell you what I will do. I will allow you yourself to discover and
acknowledge the causes which make your marriage with Kate impossible.
You must not blame me if the discovery gives you pain, and the
acknowledgment causes you mortification. I have given you fair warning.
And I will only add, sir, that the pain and mortification won't be all
on your side. I could not give you a stronger pledge of my friendship
and liking for you than in thus letting you find out what has hitherto
been hidden from all the world. And I only demand one condition--that
you promise, when you have made your discovery, and left us, never to
mention to any human being what our secret was.'
"'I give that promise with pleasure. As to my leaving you of my own free
will, that is--begging your pardon--impossible and absurd.'
"He laughed again, and shot another of his startling looks at me. 'Very
well, young sir, I've nothing more to say. Come with us to the farmhouse
to-morrow; there's plenty of room there, and they are used to being
accommodating. Stay with us until you're satisfied, and then--don't
forget your promise!'
"He rose as he finished speaking, and flung away the remains of his
cigar.
"'Good-night!' he said, holding out his large well-shaped hand.
"'Good-night! and thanks for your confidence, which you will never
regret, Mr. Birchmore.'
"'Qui vivra, verra!' was all his answer, as he walked away, with his
hands in his coat-pockets and his singular short steps. He was an enigma
sure enough, and yet my belief in him was as intuitive and inalienable
as in Kate herself. His mysterious hints and warnings were powerless to
disturb me: I trusted in the ability of us three combined to overthrow
any antagonist. I sat late beneath the trees, smoking, and brooding
over my passion, as young men will, and ever and anon glancing up at a
certain window, behind the lamp-illumined curtain of which I had reason
to suppose my darling was. Was she thinking of me now? Even as I asked
myself this, and gazed upwards, a shadow fell upon the curtain; it was
pushed aside, and the window was swung back on its hinges.
"With a throb of the heart I sprang to my feet and wafted a kiss from my
finger-tips towards the face that peeped out upon me. Stay! was it
Kate's face after all? The arms and shoulders now appeared, and the form
leant upon the window-sill. A lucifer-match flashed, and I had the
pleasure of beholding the sinister visage of Mr. Slurk lit up by a
sulphurous gleam, as he leisurely lit his pipe and stared down at me.
"'Schöne gute Nacht, Herr Gainsborough!'