Her sisters were as great visionaries in the concerns of Lilias as
she was herself, but in a different way. They had no hope of any old
cousin coming in from Australia or India with a pocket-book in which
there should be "thousands." Margaret and Jean knew all the possible
cousins of the family, and were aware that there was no one who could
be expected to appear in this accidental way. But for all that they too
had their dreams. So far as themselves were concerned, they had for
a long time given up that exercise. It is doubtful, indeed, whether
Margaret ever had indulged in it, and Jean's visions had come to an
end very sadly, as has been said. But the new castle of Murkley had
taken hold of their imaginations as of their little sister's. It was
their grandfather's folly which they had condemned all this time, but
they were but women when all is said, and the sight of it had an effect
upon their fancy which contradicted reason. Nothing could be more
absurd, or even wicked, than to weight an old Scotch, almost Highland,
estate in that ridiculous way, even if the money of the family had
not been separated from it, which was the climax of all. But at the
same time, if that grand house, that palace, could ever have been
inhabited, what glory to the race, what illustration to the name of
Murray! Margaret, to whom her young sister was as the apple of her eye,
beheld in imagination Lilias the queen of that noble and beautiful
place, sweeping through the fine suites of rooms, entertaining all the
great people. To see anything so young, and slight, and ethereal the
mistress of all this would be so pretty, so touching, would appeal
to all hearts. Margaret was as fond of picturing this to herself as
Lilias was of the aged cousin from Australia. Her fancy was captivated
by it: but how to make it possible? There was not money enough in the
family to furnish those fine rooms, and, if they were furnished, how
were they to be lived in? She counted over on her fingers the number
of servants it would require to keep them in order. As high as a groom
of the chambers, and as low as the scullery maids, Margaret went. She
smiled at herself, you may be sure, a hundred times when she caught
herself at it. But, notwithstanding, the very next morning when she
was outwardly occupied with her housekeeping, and her mind, therefore,
it might be supposed, too busy to heed what her fancy was doing, lo!
she would be at it again. A groom of the chambers would be necessary;
there would be footmen, so many; and, as for housemaids, a regiment
would be necessary, for Lilias no doubt would insist upon filling the
rooms with nick-nacks which take so long to dust. Margaret pretended
to care nothing for nick-nacks herself, but she furnished those great
noble rooms in her imagination with everything that befitted them, and
never counted the cost. When you have nothing at all to do this with,
it is easier than when you have almost enough to do it. In one case
the imagination may have its swing, in the other it must be sternly
repressed. She saw in her mind's eye the great façade of that palace,
no longer windowless, staring blankly into the daylight and night,
but lighted up in every chamber, shining through the woods, and the
rooms all full of fine company, and little Lilias the mistress of all.
That last particular was a constant delight. She laughed to herself at
the thought with the tender ridicule of a great longing. That little
thing! It was just nonsense, but how sweet to think of!--and things as
unlikely have happened, she said to herself. There was one way still
in which miracles happened every day. It was the way which she had
forbidden her little sister to look, which she had been so displeased
and provoked with her father for suggesting. Certainly Lilias must
never be allowed to think of it; Lilias must be kept unspotted from the
world. But Lilias' seniors, Lilias' guardians, there were things which
might be permitted to them.
Is it necessary to say that what Miss Margaret thought of was a great
marriage? Such a thing is always possible at eighteen. Not a Glasgow
man, according to her father's profane suggestion. It was a proof
the General had never thought of it seriously, or he never would have
said that. Glasgow men at the most were last resources, things upon
which a woman who had outstayed her time might fall back. But a young
girl in the bloom and glory of her youth, of an old family, with a
little historical estate, General Sir George Murray's daughter--to
be sure, nobody could be in earnest who put her within the reach of
a Glasgow man. Margaret imagined the lover for her with a much more
clear perception of what was needful than Lilias possessed. Lilias had
never gone further than to imagine a handsome giant, six-foot-two at
least, with wonderful dark eyes and crisp hair. But Margaret was far
more circumstantial. She planned a paladin. She gave him every charm
that the most fastidious could demand. It seemed to her better that
he should not have a peerage; for then the race of Murray would be
engulfed, and heard no more of. A commoner would do better, but then
a commoner of pretensions, such as would make half the peerage look
pale. She laid on fine qualities with a liberal hand; for it cost her
nothing. While she was about it, she might as well make her young lover
perfect. She even, though with a slight contempt of the addition, made
him an amateur of music to please Jean. Why should any gift be left
out? And he should come all unawares, and find Lilias blooming like
a flower, and woo her--as heroes woo their heroines no longer--with
a humility and faithful service and reverential devotion such as
belonged to the chivalrous age; and, after having pined a little, and
despaired, and considered himself all unworthy, would be raised into
paradise again, and receive her hand, and, in giving his, give with it
wealth enough to do everything that was wanted. It would be well that
he should be a man without a great family castle of his own, otherwise
perhaps he would not take to Murkley, and spend so much upon it. In her
leisure moments, as she moved about the house, Margaret would employ
herself in elaborating this young man, in adding to him yet another and
another perfection. She would sit, while Lilias read her histories,
listening to the calm young voice stumbling a little over the dates,
and afraid of a reprimand, and never hear the blunder because of
some new attraction she was conferring upon the lover of Lilias, the
hero who was coming. Now and then, when thus employed in the girl's
presence, Margaret would come to herself with a sense of the humour of
the situation, and laugh out suddenly without any reason.
"What are you laughing at, Margaret?" Jean would ask.
And her sister would reply.
"At Pussy there, with all your fine silks. It will be the cat that
will finish your tablecover;" which sent both her companions off in
dismay to collect the skeins of silk, and left her free to pursue her
occupation, though not without a slight sense of treachery in carrying
on a manufacture so important to Lilias in her presence without a word
of warning. Thus if the girl had her dreams, the elder sister was not
far behind; and Margaret had no less warmth of imagination at forty
than Lilias had at seventeen. They were both possessed by one master
thought, though in a different way. Margaret all the time would scoff
at New Murkley, and call it a great ruckle of stones, and wonder what
Sir Patrick could be thinking when he planned it.
"He never could have lived in it," she would say. "Twenty servants
would never be known in it: and to keep up a place like that on a
limited income would just be purgatory, or worse."
"I wish we were rich," Lilias would say. "I would soon show you if it
was a ruckle of stones. It is a beautiful palace! If there was glass
in all the windows, and satin curtains, and grand carved chairs, and a
grand gentleman, quite different from Simon, to open the door----"
"And a pumpkin coach, and a cat for the coachman, and two fine mice
with good long tails for the footmen behind the carriage, to carry
Cinderella off to the ball," Margaret would say, grimly.
Upon which Jean would step in and interpose.
"Dear Margaret, you must not abash her in her bit little fancies! Dear
me, why should she not live to make something of it? It would make a
grand hospital. To give our fine air, and quiet, and healing to poor
sick folk would be a fine thing to do: and you would get a blessing
with the rest."
"A hospital!" cried Lilias, in dismay; and then a flush of shame flew
over her to think she had never thought of that. She flung her arms
about her sister and gave her a kiss. "It is you that think of the best
things," she said, and remembered what Margaret had said about the one
who was unspotted from the world.
This Jean took very sedately, not seeing anything wonderful in it, and
would then enter into details which chilled both the elder and the
younger dreamer. Nevertheless, when Lilias was at church, or when she
was pensive, or when she grew tired of inventing the old Australian
cousin, and wanted something more definite, she turned back to this
idea of the hospital with a slightly subdued sense of power. If that
old man should never turn up--if nothing should happen--if she should
be intended by Providence to live like Margaret and Jean all her life,
which was perhaps a somewhat depressing idea, notwithstanding her love
and admiration for her sisters--why, then there was this idea to fall
back upon. She would make it a hospital. She would become a benefactor
of her kind; she would devote herself to it like a sister of charity.
There were moods and moments when this was a thing which pleased the
imagination of the dreaming girl. But Margaret rejected the hospital
with disdain and almost anger. She took Jean to task for the suggestion
when they were alone.
"Can you not see," she said, "that to put Quixotic fancies into a young
head is just criminal? They come quick enough of themselves. Next to
having everything your heart can desire, what's so enticing as to give
up everything at her age? You have never grown any older or any wiser
yourself, my dear. I know that well enough, and I like you, perhaps,
all the better. But Lilias is not like us. She is Murray of Murkley. If
it had been me at her age, my word but I would have made you all stand
about! But it's better as it is. She will marry, which most likely I
never would have done, for I'm perhaps too much of a man myself to be
troubled with gentlemen. She'll marry and raise up the old house."
To this Jean consented plaintively, yet with a little excitement.
"But who will she marry?" Jean asked; "and, if she were married
to-morrow, where are they to get the money to restore New Murkley? He
would be for selling it, far more likely."
Margaret had often been made to perceive before this that Jean, though
she was not clever, by dint of approaching a new subject simply from a
natural point of view, often threw unexpected light upon it. This was
the case now. A burst or flood of illumination of the most disagreeable
kind suddenly burst upon her with these words.
"Sell it!" she cried, with a kind of horror--"bless me! I never thought
of that."
"Or suppose it was some person from England, that would think nothing
of spending thousands----"
This was how Miss Jean always spoilt a point when she had made one. Her
sister laughed.
"No person from England would spend thousands on what was not his own.
As for letting it, that's out of the question in its present state.
But there's truth in what you say. A man might want to sell it rather
than be at the expense of finishing it. I'm glad you've put me upon my
guard, for that must not be. You see," said Margaret, feeling a relief
in explaining herself now that the question was broached, "as Lilias is
sure to marry, my mind has been greatly exercised upon the subject.
She must not marry just the first comer."
"If the first comer was the man that took her heart, poor thing--"
said Jean. Her face, always so soft, grew softer at the touch of this
sympathetic emotion. Lilias, who had been a child hitherto, suddenly
appeared to her in a new light. It had been her own experience that the
first comer was the hero.
"We must take care of her heart," said Margaret, curtly. "I will have
her betrayed into no sentiment. He must satisfy me before I will let
her so much as think of him. No, I'm not a mercenary person; for myself
or you I would never have thought twice. Had I been a marrying woman
myself, I would just have followed the drum as soon as anything else,
and kept my man on his pay."
Jean did not say anything, but there came a little moisture into the
corners of her eyes, and her hands clasped each other with that clasp
which is eloquent, which tells of renunciation, yet of the sense of
what might have been. And a sudden remorse overwhelmed her sister.
"I am just like a brute beast," she cried, "with no feeling in me. But
Lilias, you will see, my dear, is different. The family depends upon
her. She must marry, not for money--the Lord forbid!--but he must have
plenty. I will insist upon that. I would not give her to a man that was
nobody, or that was vulgar or beneath her, or that was old, or with any
imperfection, not for all the gold that ever came out of the bowels of
the earth. He must be a fine fellow in himself, or he shall not have
Lilias; but he must have a good fortune too."
Jean looked at her sister with a little shake of her head.
"It would be far better," she said; "but you never can be certain of
anything. She will make her own choice, Margaret, without thinking of
either you or me."
"She cannot make her choice till she sees somebody to choose from,"
said Margaret, "and that will be my business. She shall see nobody that
would not answer. I take that in hand."
Jean still shook her gentle head. She remembered very well where she
had first seen her lieutenant--on St. Mary's Loch with a party of
strangers. It was as unexpected as if he had dropped from the skies. In
this respect she had an experience of which Margaret was destitute.
"How can you guard against accident?" she said. "She might see
somebody--out of the window. You never can tell how these things may
happen."
"There is no such thing as accident," said Margaret, with equal
assurance and rashness. Was there ever a more foolhardy speech? "For
those that keep their eyes about them as I will do, the things that
can happen are always foreseen. Whom could she see out of the window?
A tourist! Do you think our Lilias is likely to lose her heart to a
tourist? No, no, there will be no risks run. I know all that is at
stake. She shall see nobody that would not do."
Jean shook her head still: but she said, with humility: "You are far
wiser than I am, and have more sense, and understand the world----"
"But you think you know better than I do all the same? That's very
natural. In ordinary cases you would be right, and, if anybody said
to me what I'm saying to you, I would think as you do. I would think
there's a bragging idiot that knows nothing about human nature. But
then I know what I'm capable of myself. Oh! you may shake your head,
but there are not many that can watch over their children as I will
watch over Lilias. Mothers have divided interests; they have their
husbands to consider, and other bairns to distract them. You, my bonnie
Jean, you had nobody at all to look after you, for I was not old
enough."
"I am glad I had nobody to look after me, Margaret."
"I know that. You are glad of your heart-break, you innocent creature.
We'll say nothing about that. But you would not like Lilias to have
the same? Well, I will not brag--but if care and watching can find the
right man, and bring him forward and no other----You don't know, Jean,"
said Margaret, abruptly, with a little broken laugh, which was her
symbol of emotion, "what that bit creature is to me. She is just the
apple of my eye."
"And to me too," Jean said: but so low that perhaps her sister, being
moved beyond her wont, did not hear. For Miss Jean had the tenderest
delicacy of soul, and would not put forth any claim that might have
seemed to detract from the preeminence of Margaret's. Margaret had
done far more for Lilias than she herself would do. Margaret had been
the referee in everything. She had settled every particular of the
girl's life. In the time of governesses she had managed them, and
made everything go smoothly. She had watched over her health, she had
managed her property, even, in the time of the General, taking all
trouble out of his hands, as if she had been the factor instead of a
daughter of the house. And now she was reading history with Lilias,
and making an accomplished woman of the little girl. What were Jean's
pettings and soothings, her little bit of music, her tenderness that
never failed, in comparison with this? She drew back into the shadow,
and respected her sister's warmer passion of motherhood. And she prayed
that Margaret's cares might be successful, that no misfortune might
befall her, that she might have the desire of her heart. Oh, how few
people have that! but you are encouraged, Miss Jean thought to herself,
to pray for it, because in the psalmist's days he did; not only what
is good for you, and what is for God's glory,--such as no doubt is
the first object of prayer,--but for your heart's desire. There are
people who think that your heart's desire must naturally be bad for
you. But Miss Jean was not one of those, neither was King David. She
prayed that Margaret might have her wish. It is to be doubted whether
Margaret herself had courage to do this, for she felt her own wish to
be somewhat worldly. To ask from heaven a man with plenty of money to
marry Lilias might have been a very honest proceeding, but not a very
spiritual one. To be sure a parent or guardian is very well entitled to
desire such a blessing: but to ask for it direct from God would have
been a bold step. To the profane it would, no doubt, have appeared a
somewhat grotesque devotion. She did not venture to do it; but Jean,
who entered into no such niceties, asked with a devout simplicity that
Margaret might have the desire of her heart.
Margaret, meanwhile, cast her eyes about her. Nobody in the
neighbourhood was at all admissible. They were indeed dangers in her
way, and nothing else. The idea of Philip Stormont made her blood run
cold. A long-legged lad, with his mother's jointure to pay, and next to
nothing besides. That he should be brought within sight of Lilias, or
any like him, was mortal peril: and she knew that Philip was just the
kind of well-looking hound (as she said) who might take a young girl's
fancy. It was this, as much as concern for her complexion, which made
her impose upon Lilias that blue veil: and it was this which made her
so sternly determined never to take her little sister to any of the
parties at the manse, where such dangers were likely to abound.
She avoided skilfully any explanation on this subject, but the natural
objections of Lilias to being left behind were not to be got rid of
without an equivalent. It was in this difficulty that Margaret had
propounded the scheme which had been developing in her mind, and placed
before the dazzled eyes of Lilias the glorious prospect which has been
already referred to. That she should be taken to London, presented at
court, and see society at its fountain-head, had been a prospect which
took away the girl's breath, and made Jean's blood run cold. Such
a privilege had not been possessed by either of the elder sisters.
But then neither of them had been the reigning Murray of Murkley,
the heiress and representative of the family. The little complaints
to which the young creature had been tempted to give vent were all
silenced by this expedient; how could she complain when this was the
cause of her seclusion, when she was debarred from the little country
amusements only that she should have those great and noble ones, and
enter the world like a heroine, like a great lady? Lilias had been
filled with awe at the prospect, as well as with delight and pride. She
had not said a word more about Katie Seton and the little festivities
at the manse. But Jean had ventured upon a faltering and awe-stricken
remonstrance. London! And the expense of it! How was it to be done?
"You may leave that to me," Margaret said.
"Oh, Margaret," cried Jean, "it's not that I would interfere. You know
I would never interfere; but where will you get the money? And do you
think it will not be putting fancies in Lilias' head? It's like that
dream of living in New Murkley. She will never be able to do it. Even
if she had gotten my grandfather's money----"
"She has not gotten my grandfather's money," said Margaret. "You may
leave the question of money to me."
"And so I will, and so I will," said Jean. "But oh, do you not think
that all that grandeur, and fashion, and luxury which we cannot keep up
will be bad for her. It will be just a glimpse, and then all done."
"Unless there should come something of it; and then it need not be all
done," Margaret said, oracularly.
"What could come of it?" cried Miss Jean, opening wide her gentle eyes.
But Miss Margaret, bidding her ask no questions, if she did not
understand, left her in her wondering. What could come of it? Margaret
could not be thinking of a place at court for Lilias, as she was only
a girl, poor thing; and even places at court are not things to make
anybody's fortune. What could Margaret mean? But Jean had not the
smallest inkling of what her sister's intentions could be.
As for Margaret, as soon as she had fully formed this determination in
her own mind, her thoughts took a new impulse. She had thought over the
question a great deal, but the new plan was struck out in a moment as
by an inspiration. Her first idea had been Edinburgh, the metropolis
of her youth, and the assemblies there which had been all the gaiety
she had ever herself known. But Margaret had heard that Edinburgh was
not all it once was, and the assemblies no longer the dazzling scenes
they had been in her day. Besides, she reflected that there her choice
would be very limited. She did not want a young advocate or legal
functionary for Lilias. Many unexceptionable young men there were in
these categories with good names and good blood. But this did not
content her ambition. She wanted something greater, something more
than an eligible _parti_ or a good match. Such words were vulgar in
comparison with the high ideal in her mind. She wanted the highest and
best of all things for Lilias--a perfect lover, a husband worthy to
be the prop and support and restorer of the house of Murray. She knew
very well that she would not be easily satisfied. Wealth would not be
enough, nor good looks, nor a good name. She wanted all together, and
she wanted something more. A fool, if he were a prince, would not have
done for her, nor a man of genius unless he had been a true lover,
putting Lilias above all women.
It may be imagined that the quest on which she was setting out was not
an easy one. She followed it in her thoughts through many an imaginary
scene. Miss Margaret was a very sensible woman; there was nobody better
able to guide the affairs of her family. She was not easily taken-in
nor given to deceiving herself; yet, when in her imagination she went
into the world of London and society there, no dream was ever more
wildly unlike reality than were her thoughts. She evolved these scenes
from her own consciousness, and moved about among them with a progress
as purely visionary as that of Una or of Britomart. Like the one, she
was in search of a true knight; like the other, ready to face all
enchanters and overcome all perils; but the world into which she was
about to launch was as little like the world of her fancy as was the
court of Gloriana or the woods of Broceliande.