"Refuse?" said the experienced Katie, a little bewildered by the
question. "Oh, but you could not want to refuse. It would not be civil.
If you have an objection to a gentleman, you can always manage to give
him the slip. You can keep out of his way, or say you're tired, or
just never mind, and get another partner, and pretend you forgot."
"Then Jean is quite right; and you have no choice. You must just
accept, whatever you think?" said Lilias, pale with indignation and
dismay.
"I don't know what a gentleman would think, if you refused him," said
Katie. "It is a thing I never heard of. You would make him wild. And
then he would not understand. He would just gape at you. He would
not believe his ears. He would think it was your ignorance. And the
others would all take his part; they would say they would not expose
themselves to such an insult. Nobody would ask you again."
"As for that, it is little I would care," cried Lilias throwing her
head back. "It is as much an insult to a girl when they pass her by and
don't ask her; and must she never give it them back? They have their
choice, but we have none."
"Oh, yes," said Katie, "it is easy to say, what would I care? But when
the time comes, and you sit through the whole evening and see everybody
else dancing----"
At this Lilias gave her little friend a look of astonishment and
disdainful indignation, which frightened Katie, though she could not
understand it. No one could be more humble-minded, less disposed to
stand upon her superiority. But yet that superiority was undoubted,
and the idea that Lilias Murray of Murkley could sit neglected had
a ludicrous impossibility which it was inconceivable that any one
could overlook. Had a little maid-of-honour ventured to say this to a
princess, it could not have been more out of character. The princess
naturally would not condescend to say anything of that impossibility
to the little person who showed so much ignorance, but it would be
scarcely possible to refrain from a glance. Lilias ended, however, so
ridiculous was it, by a laugh, though still holding her head high.
"If that is the case, it must be better not to go to balls," she said.
"For to think that a gentlewoman is to be at the mercy of whoever
offers----"
"Oh, but, Lilias, I never said you couldn't give him the slip!" cried
Katie, who did not know what she had said that was wrong. "Or, if your
mind is made up against any gentleman, you can always say to the lady
of the house, 'Don't introduce so-and-so, or so-and-so.'"
"I was not thinking of myself," said Lilias, almost haughtily. "But, if
a girl is asked," she added, after a pause, "what does that mean, if
she may not refuse? The gentleman has his choice; he need not ask her
unless he pleases--but she--she must not have any choice--she must just
take everybody that comes! one the same as another, as if she were
blind, or deaf, or stupid!"
"Oh, Lilias!--but I never said it was so bad as that! And when I tell
you that you can always find a way to throw them over. You can say
you're tired, or that you made a mistake, and were engaged before they
asked you; or you can keep your last partner, and make him throw over
his, which is the easiest way of all--but there are dozens of ways----"
"By cheating!" said Lilias, with lofty indignation. "So Jean was right
after all," she said, "and I am the silly one! I never believed that
ladies were treated like that--even when they are young, even when----"
Here Lilias paused, feeling how ungenerous was the argument, as only
high-spirited girls do.
"If gentlemen were what it seems to mean," she said, with her eyes
flashing, "it would not be only when ladies are young and--it would
not be only _then_ they would give that regard to them! And it should
be scorn to a man to pass by any girl, and so let her know he will not
choose to ask her, unless she has a right to turn too, and refuse him!"
"Oh, Lilias, that is just nonsense, nobody thinks of that," said
Katie. "If you take a little trouble, you need never dance with a man
you don't like. If you see him coming, you can always get out of the
way, and be talking to somebody else; or say your card's full, or that
you're afraid you will be away before then--or a hundred things. But
to say No!--it would be so ill-bred. And then the gentlemen would all
be so astonished, they would not expose themselves to such a thing as
that. Not one would ever ask you again."
"That is what we shall see!" said Lilias.
Katie was so truly distressed by a resolution so audacious and so
suicidal that she spent half the afternoon in an endeavour to persuade
her friend against it. She even cried over Lilias' perversity.
"What would you say?" she asked. "Oh, you could not--you could not be
so silly! They will just think it is your ignorance. They will say you
are so bashful, or even that you are _gauche_."
Katie was not very clear what _gauche_ meant, and the word had all
the more terrors for her. The girls were walking in the Castle park,
between New Murkley and Old Murkley, when this conversation went on.
It was a way that was free to wayfarers, but the passers-by were very
few. And Margaret had loosened a little her restrictions upon Lilias
since the memorable decision about the Stormont ball had been come to.
What was the use of watching over her so jealously, wrapping her up in
blue veils, and keeping her from sight of, or converse with, the world,
when in a little while she was to be permitted a glimpse of the very
vortex, the whirlpool of dissipation--a ball? The blue veil accordingly
was thrown back, and floated over the girl's shoulders, making a dark
background to her dazzling fairness, her light locks, and lovely
colour. And both form and face profited by the stir of indignation,
the visionary anger and scorn which threw her head high, and inspired
her step. These were the very circumstances in which the lover should
appear: here were the heroine and the confidant, the two different
types of women, not the dark and fair only (though Katie was not dark,
but brown, hazel-eyed, and chestnut-haired), but the matter-of-fact and
the poetic, the visionary and the woman of the world. And opportunities
such as these are not of the kind that are generally neglected. It
was no accident indeed that brought Philip by the little gate that
opened from the manse garden into the path in which he knew he should
find Katie. And perhaps it was not exactly accident which led to the
discovery of Lewis when they neared the end of their walk, the great
white mass of New Murkley--about which the young man was wandering,
as he so often was, thinking many an undivined thought. He was there
so often that, had any one thought on the subject, it might have been
with the express object of finding him that the party strayed that
way; but Lilias, at least, was entirely innocent of either knowledge
or calculation, so that, so far as she was concerned, it was pure
accident. He was walking with his back to them, gazing up at the
eyeless sockets of the windows, when they came in sight. Lilias had
been reduced to an embarrassed silence since the appearance of Philip.
Her knowledge of their secret overwhelmed her in their presence. She
thought they must be embarrassed too. She thought they must wish to get
rid of her. She had not the least idea that to both these young persons
she was a defence and protection, under cover of which they could
enjoy each other's company, yet confront the world. While they talked
undaunted--or rather, while Katie talked, for Philip was of a silent
nature--Lilias walked softly on, on the other side, getting as far
apart as she dared, drooping her head, wondering what opportunity there
might be to steal away. She was not displeased, but somewhat startled
at the outcry of pleasure Katie made on perceiving the other--the
fourth who made the group complete.
"Oh, Mr. Murray--there is Mr. Murray; but I might have known it, for
he is always about New Murkley," Katie cried. And Lewis turned round
with friendly looks, which glowed into wondering delight when he
saw the shyer figure lingering a little behind, the blue veil thrown
back. Just thus, attended by her faithful guardians, he had seen her
first. He recollected every circumstance in a moment, as his eyes
went beyond Katie to her companion in the background. He remembered
how Miss Margaret had stepped forth to the rescue; how he had been
marched away, and his thoughts led to other matters. He had but just
glimpsed then, and he had not comprehended, that type of beautiful
youth in the shadow of the past. He had asked himself since how it
was possible that he had passed it over? It had been like a picture
seen for an instant. When he saw her now again, he felt like a man
who has dreamed of some happiness, and awoke to find that he had lost
it: but the dream had returned, and this time he should not lose
it. He received, with smiling delight, the salutations of Katie,
who hailed him from afar, and stood with his hat in his hand, while
Lilias responded shyly but brightly to his greeting. She was pleased
too. It was deliverance to her from the restraint which she felt she
was imposing upon the lovers. And the friendly countenance of the
stranger, and his confused looks, and the aspect of Jean at her own
appearance before him, and of Margaret when he followed her into the
dining-room, had created an atmosphere of amusement and interest round
him. It had been all fun that previous meeting, the most delightful
break in the every-day monotony. This made it agreeable to Lilias,
without any other motive, that she should see Lewis again. She dared
not laugh with him over it, for she did not know him sufficiently, nor
would she have laughed at anything which involved Jean and Margaret in
the faintest derision; but the sense of this amusement past, and the
secret laughter it had given her, made the sight of him very pleasant.
And then he was pleasant; not in the least handsome--unworthy a second
glance so far as that went--totally unseductive to the imagination--so
entirely different from the _beau chevalier_, six feet two, with those
dark eyes and waving locks, who some time or other was to appear out
of the unseen for Lilias. Never at any time could it be possible that
so undistinguished a figure as that of Lewis should take the central
place in her visionary world; but he had already found a little corner
there. He was like, she thought, the brother she ought to have had.
The hero whose mission it was to save her life, to be rewarded by her
love, stood worlds above any such intruder; but this beaming, friendly
countenance had come in as a symbol of kindness. Lilias had perceived
at once by instinct that he and she could be friends.
"Lilias," cried Katie, "you must talk to him about Murkley. He is
always here. I think he comes both night and day. You ought to find out
what he means, if he has seen a ghost, or what it is. And you are fond
of it too."
Lilias looked with a little surprise at the stranger. Why should he
care for Murkley?
"You think it is strange to see such a great big desolate house in such
a place."
"I think--a great many things that I do not know how to put into words:
for my English, perhaps, is not so good----"
"Are you a German, Mr. Murray?" asked Lilias, shyly.
The end of the other two was attained; they had turned aside into
the woods, by that path which led down to the old quarry and the
river-side, the scene of so many meetings. Lilias had no resource but
to follow, though with a sense of adventure and possible wrong-doing.
She was relieved that Katie and Philip were at last free to talk as
they pleased, and she was not at all alarmed by her own companion;
still the thought of what Margaret might say gave her a little thrill,
half painful, half pleasant.
"I am English," said Lewis; "yes, true English, though no one will
believe me--otherwise I am of no country, for I have lived in one as
much as another. I have a great interest in Murkley. If it were ever
completed, it would be very noble; it would be a house to entertain
princes in."
"That is what I think sometimes," said Lilias; "but, then, it will
never be completed. All the country knows our story. We are poor, far
too poor. And, even if it were finished, it would need, Margaret says,
an army of servants, and to furnish it would take a fortune. So it
would be long, long before we arrived at the princes." She ended with a
laugh, which, in its turn, ended with a sigh.
"But you--would like to do it?--that would amuse you----"
"Oh! amuse me! It would not be amusement. It would be grand to do it!
They say it would be finer than Taymouth. Did you ever hear that?"
"It is like the Louvre," said Lewis, "and that was built for a great
king's palace. It is like the ghost, not of a person, but of an age. I
think your ancestors must come and walk about and inspect it all, and
hold solemn councils."
"But my ancestors knew nothing about it," said Lilias. "Oh! not that;
if they come it will be to make remarks, and say how silly grandpapa
was. If ghosts are like people, that is what they will be saying, and
that they knew what it would end in all along, but he never would pay
any attention. I hope he never comes himself, or he would hear--he
would hear," cried Lilias, laughing, "what Margaret calls a few
truths."
"Do you think he was--silly?" Lewis asked. What right had he to be so
_émotionné_, to feel the moisture in his eyes and his voice tremble?
What could she think of him if she perceived this? She would think it
was affectation, and that he was making believe.
"I think I am silly too," Lilias said. She would not commit herself.
She had heard a great deal about the old Sir Patrick, and she was aware
that he had disinherited her; but he, too, was in her imagination a
shadowy, great figure, of whom something mysterious might yet be heard,
for all Lilias knew. Strange stories had been told about him. He had
dabbled in black-arts. He had done a great many strange things in his
life. Perhaps even now a mysterious packet might arrive some day, a new
will be found, or some late movement of repentance. He might even step
out from behind a tree in the Ghost's Walk, or out of a dark corner
in the library, and explain with a dead voice, sounding far off, what
he had done and why. This suppressed imagination made Lilias always
charitable to him. Or perhaps she was moved by a kind of fascination
and sympathy for one who had made his imagination into something
palpable, and built castles in stone as she had done in dreams.
Lewis looked at her very wistfully.
"The princes you entertained would be noble ones," he said, "not only
princes for show."
"Oh, how do you know, Mr. Murray? Do you think I am such a--fool? Well!
it would be like a fool to dream of that, when there is next to no
money at all; you might forgive a child for being so silly, but a woman
grown-up, a person that ought to know better----"
He kept looking at her, with a little moisture in his eyes.
"I wish I were a magician," he said; and then, with one of his
outbursts of confidence, which, having no previous clue to guide them,
nobody understood--"What it would have been," he said, clasping his
hands together, "if I had come here two years ago!"
Lilias looked at him with extreme surprise. She thought he had suddenly
grown tired, as people so often do, of discussing the desires of
others, and had plunged back thus abruptly into his own.
"If you had come here?" she said, with a little wonder. "Has Murkley,
then, something to do with you too?"
He did not make her any reply; but, after a while, said, faltering
slightly,
"I hope that--Miss Jean--is well. I hope it is not presumption, too
much familiarity, to call her so."
"Oh, everybody calls her Miss Jean," said Lilias. "There is no
over-familiarity. She is so happy with your music; she plays it half
the day, and then she says she is not worthy to play it, that she is
not fit to be listened to after you."
"I think," said Lewis, "that there can be no music that she is not
worthy to play, not if it were the angel-music straight out of heaven."
"And did you see that, so little as you have known of her?" cried
Lilias, gratefully. "Ah, then I can see what she finds in you, for you
must be one that can understand. Do you know what Margaret says of
Jean?--that she is unspotted from the world."
"And it is true."
The countenance of Lewis grew very serious as he spoke; all its
lines settled down into a fixed gravity, yet tenderness. Lilias was
altogether bewildered by this expression. He took Jean's praises
far too much to heart for a stranger, yet as if they gave him more
sadness than pleasure. Why should he be sad because Jean was good? An
inclination to laugh came over her, and yet it was cruel to laugh at
anything so serious as his face.
"And she has had her patience so tried--oh! dear Jean, how she has had
her patience tried, her and Margaret, with me--me to bring-up! I have
been such a handful."
Lewis was taken entirely by surprise by this leap from grave to gay. He
was taken, as it were, with the tear in his eye, his own mind bent on
the solemnest of matters, and she knowing nothing, amused by that too
serious aspect, made fun of him openly, turning his pensiveness into
laughter! He looked at her almost with alarm, and then he smiled, but
went no further.
"It is that he will not laugh at Jean--no, nor anything about her; and
what a thing am I to do it!" Lilias cried out within herself, with a
revulsion as sudden into self-disgust. And then they both became very
grave, and walked along by each other's side in tremendous solemnity,
neither saying a word.
"Are you, too, so fond of music?" Lewis asked at length.
Lilias gave him a half-comic look, and put her hands together with a
little petition for tolerance.
"It is not my fault," she said, softly. "I have not had time to
understand."
Her penitence, her appeal, her odd whisper of excuse disarmed Lewis.
His solemnity fled away; he forgot that he was to his own thinking
the grave and faithful partner of Miss Jean, assuring himself that he
had got in her the noblest woman, and pushing all lighter thoughts
aside; and became once more a light-hearted youth by the side of
a light-hearted girl in a world all full of love, and mirth, and
joyfulness. He laughed and she laughed in the sudden pleasure of this
new-found harmony.
"You do not care for it," he said; "you like it to make you dance, not
otherwise."
In cold blood this state of mind would have horrified Lewis--in his
present condition it seemed a grace the more, a delightful foolishness
and ignorance, a defect which was beautiful and sweet.
"I think I should care if I knew better," said Lilias, trying on her
part to approach him a little from her side, partly in sympathy, partly
in shame of her own imperfection. "And as for dancing," she said,
quickly seizing the first means of escape, "I know nothing about it. I
have never been at one--I am going to one in a fortnight."
"And so am I," Lewis said.
"I am very glad; but you are different, no doubt. You have lived
abroad, where they are always dancing. They have different customs,
perhaps, there. It was not intended that I should go to any in the
country. We are to spend the next season in London. But I was so silly
(I told you I was silly) that I insisted to go, thinking it would
be delightful. I don't at all wish to go now," said Lilias, drawing
herself up with great dignity.
Lewis had been following all she said with so much devotion that he
felt himself suddenly arrested too by this stop in the current of her
feelings.
"Is it permitted to ask why?" he said. "I hope not because I am to be
there?"
Lilias paused for a moment uncertain; then, "I am glad you are to be
there, and I hope that we shall dance together," she said, making him
a beautiful, gracious little bow like that of a princess, in her grace
and favour according him the boon which he had not yet ventured to ask.
Lewis' hat was off in a moment, and his acknowledgments made with
enthusiasm. He thought it the most beautiful and charming departure
from the conventional, while she on her side thought it the most
natural thing in the world. But at this moment the others turned
back upon them in a tempest of laughter. Katie had recounted their
recent conversation to Philip, and Philip had received it with all the
amusement which became the occasion.
"Lilias," Katie cried, "Philip says he will be frightened to go to his
own ball. If you say no to him, he will just sink down through the
floor."
"You will never be so hard upon us as all that," said Philip, not
quite so bold when he looked at her, but yet with another laugh.
Lilias blushed scarlet; the idea of ridicule was terrible to her as to
all young creatures. She looked at them with mingled shame and pride
and disdain and fear. Could there be anything more terrible than to
be absurd, to be laughed at? She could not speak for a choking in her
throat. And Lewis, who had not yet had time to replace his hat upon
his head, or to come down to an ordinary level out of his enthusiasm
of admiration and pleasure, felt Katie's quick eye upon him, and was
discomfited too. But love (if it was love, alas!) sharpened his wits.
"It is a pity," he said, "that I do not understand the pleasantry,
that I might laugh too. A stranger is what you call left out in the
cold when you make allusions which are local. Pardon me if I do not
understand. You are going to the river and the high-road?"
"Oh, not me!" cried Lilias. "Katie, you know I must not go this way; I
meant to say so at once, but I did not like to disturb you. Good-bye. I
can run home by myself."
"We are all coming," Katie said, somewhat sullenly. She had not meant
any harm. A joke against Lilias was no more than a joke against any one
else. One must have one's fun, was Katie's principle. But she was not
aware of having done anything to call forth that violent and painful
blush. Her own confidences were scarcely intended to be sacred, and
she did not know the difference between her own easy-going readiness
to take and give and the sensitive withdrawal of the other girl, who
knew nothing about the noisy criticism of a family. She had intended
to make use of the protection afforded by the presence of Lilias, to
wander about all the summer afternoon in the woods, and be happy. Why
Lewis should have interfered she could not tell. Could he not be happy
too without meddling with other folk? Katie turned unwillingly and
accompanied her friend along the unsheltered carriage road through the
park towards the old castle.
"He had his hat off," she whispered to Philip. "Does he think she's a
grand duchess, and that he must speak to her that way? They are just
alike with their old-fashioned ways--or, at least, she is high-flown
and he is foreign. But don't you tell anybody _that_, for you see she
is angry. She did not mean me to tell it. She will be awfully angry
if it goes further. I never thought of that; but, if you tell, I will
never speak to you again."
"Toot! it is too good to keep," cried Philip. "There are just two or
three fellows----"
"If you tell one of them," cried Katie, exasperated, "I will never,
never--and you know I keep my word--speak to you again!"
While she thus made up for her inadvertent fault, Lewis walked slowly,
and with a certain solemnity, by Lilias' side towards Murkley. He was
suddenly stilled and calmed out of his excitement by the mere act
of turning towards the old castle. He said, in a subdued voice, "I
will go, if you will permit me, and pay my respects to Miss Jean. It
is possible that she might wish for a little music:" which he said
with a sigh, feeling in his heart that it was necessary to crush this
dangerous sentiment in his heart, to flee from the dangerous bliss and
elation that had filled his soul, and to establish himself steadily
beyond any doubt in his more sober fate.