Every morning brought the young heir of Earlescourt to the bright sunny
gardens where Dora worked among the strawberries. As the days passed
she began to lose something of her shy, startled manner, and laughed
and talked to him as she would have done to her own brother. His
vanity was gratified by the sweetest homage of all, the unconscious,
unspoken love and admiration of the young girl. He liked to watch the
blushes on her face, and the quivering of her lips when she caught the
first sound of his coming footsteps. He liked to watch her dark eyes
droop, and then to see them raised to his with a beautiful, startled
light.
Insensibly his own heart became interested. At first he had merely
thought of passing a pleasant hour; then he admired Dora, and tried to
believe that reading to her was an act of pure benevolence; but, as the
days passed on, something stronger and sweeter attracted him. He began
to love her--and she was his first love.
Wonderful to say, these long tete-a-tetes had not attracted
observation. No rumor of them escaped, so that no thorn appeared in
this path of roses which led to the brink of a precipice.
It wanted three days until the time settled for the return of Lord and
Lady Earle. Sir Harry Laurence, of Holtham Hall, asked Ronald to spend
a day with him; and, having no valid excuse, he consented.
"I shall not see you tomorrow, Dora," he said. "I am going away for the
day."
She looked at him with a startled face. One whole day without him!
Then, with a sudden deadly pain, came the thought that these golden
days must end; the time must come when she should see him no more. The
pretty, dimpled face grew pale, and a dark shadow came into the clear
eyes.
"Dora," cried Ronald, "why do you look so frightened? What is it?"
She gave him no answer, but turned away. He caught her hands in his
own.
"Are you grieved that I am going away for one whole day?" he asked.
But she looked so piteous and so startled that he waited for no reply.
"I shall continue to see you," he resumed. "I could not let any day
pass without that."
"And afterward," she said, simply, raising her eyes to his full of
tears.
Then Ronald paused abruptly--he had never given one thought to the
"afterward." Why, of course strawberries would not grow forever--it
would not always be summer. Lord Earle would soon be back again, and
then he must go abroad. Where would Dora be then? He did not like the
thought--it perplexed him. Short as was the time he had known her,
Dora had, in some mysterious way, grown to be a part of himself. He
could not think of a day wherein he should not see her blushing, pretty
face, and hear the music of her words. He was startled, and clasped
her little hands more tightly within his own.
"You would not like to lose me, Dora?" he said, gently.
"No," she replied; and then tears fell from her dark eyes.
Poor Ronald! Had he been wise, he would have flown then; but he bent
his head over her, and kissed the tears away. The pretty rounded
cheek, so soft and child-like, he kissed again, and then clasped the
slight girlish figure in his arms.
"Do not shed another tear, Dora," he whispered; "we will not lose each
other. I love you, and you shall be my wife."
One minute before he spoke the idea had not even crossed his mind; it
seemed to him afterward that another voice had spoken by his lips.
"Your wife!" she cried, looking at him in some alarm. "Ah, no! You are
very kind and good, but that could never be."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because you are so far above me," replied the girl. "I and mine are
servants and dependents of yours. We are not equal; I must learn to
forget you," sobbed Dora, "and break my own heart!"
She could not have touched Ronald more deeply; in a moment he had
poured forth a torrent of words that amazed her. Fraternity and
equality, caste and folly, his mission and belief, his love and
devotion, were all mingled in one torrent of eloquence that simply
alarmed her.
"Never say that again, Dora," he continued, his fair, boyish face
flushing. "You are the equal of a queen upon her throne; you are fair
and true, sweet and good. What be a queen more than that?"
"A queen knows more," sighed Dora. "I know nothing in all the wide
world."
"Then I will teach you," he said. "Ah, Dora, you know enough! You have
beautiful thoughts, and you clothe them in beautiful words. Do not
turn from me; say you love me and will be my wife. I love you, Dora--do
not make me unhappy."
"I would not make you unhappy," she said, "for the whole world; if you
wish me to love you--oh, you know I love you--if you wish me to go away
and forget you, I will do my best."
But the very thought of it brought tears again. She looked so pretty,
so bewildered between sorrow and joy, so dazzled by happiness, and yet
so piteously uncertain, that Ronald was more charmed than ever.
"My darling Dora," he said, "you do love me. Your eyes speak, if your
lips do not tell me. Will you be my wife? I can not live without you."
It was the prettiest picture in the world to see the color return to
the sweet face. Ronald bent his head, and heard the sweet whisper.
"You shall never rue your trust, Dora," he said, proudly; but she
interrupted him.
"What will Lord Earle say?" she asked; and again Ronald was startled by
that question.
"My father can say nothing," he replied. "I am old enough to please
myself, and this is a free country. I shall introduce you to him,
Dora, and tell him you have promised to be my wife. No more tears,
love. There is nothing but happiness before us."
And so he believed. He could think of nothing, care for nothing but
Dora--her pretty face, her artless, simple ways, her undisguised love
for him. There was but one excuse. He was young, and it was his first
love; yet despite his happiness, his pride, his independence, he did
often wonder in what words he should tell his father that he had
promised to marry the lodge keeper's daughter. There were even times
when he shivered, as one seized with sudden cold, at the thought.
The four days passed like a long, bright dream. It was a pretty
romance, but sadly misplaced--a pretty summer idyll. They were but boy
and girl. Dora met Ronald in the park, by the brook-side, and in the
green meadows where the white hawthorn grew. They talked of but one
thing, their love. Ronald never tired of watching Dora's fair face and
pretty ways; she never wearied of telling him over and over again, in a
hundred different ways, how noble and kind he was, and how dearly she
loved him.
Lord Earle wrote to say that he should be home on the Thursday evening,
and that they were bringing back a party of guests with them.
"There will be no time to tell my father just at present," said Ronald;
"so, Dora, we must keep our secret. It will not do to tell your father
before I tell mine."
They arranged to keep the secret until Lord Earle should be alone
again. They were to meet twice every day--in the early morning, while
the dew lay on the grass, and in the evening, when the Hall would be
full of bustle and gayety.
Ronald felt guilty--he hardly knew how or why--when his father
commiserated him for the two lonely weeks he had spent. Lonely! He had
not felt them so; they had passed all too quickly for him. How many
destinies were settled in that short time!
There was little time for telling his secret to Lord Earle. The few
guests who had returned to Earlescourt were men of note, and their host
devoted himself to their entertainment.
Lady Earle saw some great change in her son. She fancied that he spent
a great deal of time out of doors. She asked him about it, wondering
if he had taken to studying botany, for late and early he never tired
of rambling in the park. She wondered again at the flush that
crimsoned his face; but the time was coming when she would understand
it all.
It is probable that if Ronald at that time had had as much of Dora's
society as he liked, he would soon have discovered his mistake, and no
great harm would have been done; but the foolish romance of foolish
meetings had a charm for him. In those hurried interviews he had only
time to think of Dora's love--he never noted her deficiencies; he was
charmed with her tenderness and grace; her artless affection was so
pretty; the difference between her and those with whom he was
accustomed to talk was so great; her very ignorance had a piquant charm
for him. So they went on to their fate.
One by one Lord Earle's guests departed, yet Ronald had not told his
secret. A new element crept into his love, and urged him on. Walking
one day through the park with his father they overtook Dora's father.
A young man was with him and the two were talking earnestly together,
so earnestly that they never heard the two gentlemen; and in passing by
Ronald distinguished the words, "You give me your daughter, Mr. Thorne,
and trust me to make her happy."
Ronald Earle turned quickly to look at the speaker. He saw before him
a young man, evidently a well-to-do farmer from his appearance, with a
calm, kind face and clear and honest eyes; and he was asking for
Dora--Dora who was to be his wife and live at Earlescourt. He could
hardly control his impatience; and it seemed to him that evening would
never come.
Dinner was over at last. Lord Earle sat with Sir Harry Laurence over a
bottle of claret, and Lady Earle was in the drawing room and had taken
up her book. Ronald hastened to the favorite trysting place, the
brook-side. Dora was there already, and he saw that her face was still
wet with tears. She refused at first to tell him her sorrow. Then she
whispered a pitiful little story, that made her lover resolve upon some
rash deeds.
Ralph Holt had been speaking to her father, and had asked her to marry
him. She had said "No;" but her mother had wept, and her father had
grown angry, and had said she should obey him.
"He has a large farm," said Dora, with a bitter sigh. "He says I
should live like a great lady, and have nothing to do. He would be
kind to my father and mother; but I do not love him," she added.
Clasping her tender little hands round Ronald's arm, "I do not love
him," she sobbed; "and, Ronald, I do love you."
He bent down and kissed her pretty, tear-bedewed face, all the chivalry
of his nature aroused by her words.
"You shall be my wife, Dora," he said, proudly, "and not his. This very
evening I will tell my father, and ask his consent to our marriage. My
mother is sure to love you--she is so kind and gracious to every one.
Do not tremble, my darling; neither Ralph Holt nor any one else shall
take you from me."
She was soon comforted! There was no bound or limit to her faith in
Ronald Earle.
"Go home now," he said, "and tomorrow my father himself shall see you.
I will teach that young farmer his place. No more tears, Dora--our
troubles will end tonight."
He went with her down the broad walk, and then returned to the Hall.
He walked very proudly, with his gallant head erect, saying to himself
that this was a free country and he could do what he liked; but for all
that his heart beat loudly when he entered the drawing room and found
Lord and Lady Earle. They looked up smilingly at him, all unconscious
that their beloved son, the heir of Earlescourt, was there to ask
permission to marry the lodge keeper's daughter.