"Hope long deferred maketh the heart sick," and Hugh became dull and
morose; the happiness he hoped for seemed as far off as ever, and the
continued disappointment was making his life bitter. Mrs. Gurney saw the
change, and tried to persuade Hugh to go abroad. This he longed to do, but
waited; he might yet go abroad with Dexie as his travelling companion. He
would not take the message sent him as final; surely if he could see her
alone, face to face, he would compel her to give her reasons for refusing
him, and he might explain away her objections.
But Dexie considered the matter settled, and feeling herself free she
thought it right to drop her stiff, reserved manner, and be once more
friendly. This change made Hugh think that there was still hope for him,
and he determined to take a lover's privilege, and press his suit face to
face.
With this end in view, he called on the Sherwoods one afternoon, and
finding Mr. Sherwood alone, he asked permission to take Dexie out for a
sail, adding that there seemed no other way of seeing her alone.
"I doubt if she will go with you, Mr. McNeil," said Mr. Sherwood. "Why not
let the matter rest as it is? I don't think you are making much headway;
better not press it any further."
"She has not given me fair play," was the reply. "If I am to be refused,
why must I take it from another's lips? Give me the chance to open my heart
to her, and I will be satisfied."
"Well, Mr. McNeil, I wish you well; but she must choose as she likes. What
is the water like to-day?"
"Smooth as a mill-pond; scarcely a ripple," was the reply, as he followed
Mr. Sherwood into the next room.
"I have called to see if you will go for a sail, Miss Dexie," said Mr.
McNeil, as he entered the room and seated himself beside her. "You have not
been on the water for some time; it is a pity to miss this fine afternoon."
Gussie knew very well that she was not included in the invitation; but she
had no intention of being left out, so she eagerly answered:
"Oh, yes, of course we will go; it will be lovely and cool on the water
this hot afternoon."
Hugh knew it would be useless to hint that it was Dexie alone he wanted,
but he meant to get rid of her society somehow.
"You have not said if you would go, Dexie," said Hugh, looking intently
into her face.
"Oh, yes! certainly. I shall be delighted to go, if Gussie thinks she will
not get sick."
"I don't think Gussie was included in the invitation," said Mr. Sherwood,
looking up from his paper as he became aware of the situation.
"But of course it was understood; I would not go without her," said Dexie.
"What time shall we be ready?"
"I will call in half an hour," and Hugh left the room with his heavy brow
drawn into a decided frown.
During the walk to the wharf Hugh was so silent that Gussie began to banter
him on his gloomy countenance.
"You don't look as if you enjoyed the prospect of an afternoon on the
water, after all!" she said, laughing.
Hugh took no notice of her remarks, but handed the girls into the boat,
threw the shawls on a seat, and shoved off.
"I hope the wind will rise a little," said Dexie, as they seated
themselves. "You will find it rather tiresome to row all the time."
"We will catch a slight breeze after we get out a bit," replied Hugh.
But Gussie no sooner felt the motion of the boat than she repented her
decision in coming. She was a veritable coward on the water; the least
ripple made her shrink with fear, and nothing but her anxiety to keep Hugh
and Dexie apart would have allowed her to overcome her dread. But once on
the water, fear and sickness overmastered all else.
"Oh! do be careful!" she cried in alarm, as Hugh stepped forward to adjust
the sail, causing the little craft to dip slightly on one side.
"No danger, Gussie," said Dexie; "the boat will not tip as easily as you
suppose."
"But do you not think it is getting rough?" she asked, as a slight ripple
came towards them. "Oh! I wish I had not come. Do let us go back."
"The idea! Why, we have not been out ten minutes," said Dexie, who
thoroughly enjoyed the motion that sent the color from Gussie's face.
"Gussie, are you frightened, or sick?" she added, looking into her sister's
face.
"Both. Do ask Hugh to return; I am in misery."
Hugh lost no time in doing as he was requested, and they soon reached the
wharf. Gussie stepped ashore at once, glad to reach _terra firma_ again;
but as Dexie stepped forward to join her, Hugh turned sharply:
"Are you frightened, too? I thought you were made of something better."
The taunt aroused Dexie, and she replied:
"No, I'm not afraid. It was not I that asked to return."
Instantly Hugh stepped into the boat and, gave it a shove that sent it
several rods, saying:
"Then we'll not lose our sail on Gussie's account," and he bent to the
oars, sending the little boat far out into the stream.
Gussie stood on the wharf until she saw that they really meant to leave her
there, and then walked thoughtfully home.
"I wonder what this means?" was Dexie's inward comment when she found
herself alone with Hugh. "There is some method in this madness, for I see
it in his eyes."
She did not offer to begin the conversation until she saw Hugh hoist the
sail and turn towards Point Pleasant.
"Where are you going, Mr. McNeil? I thought we were going up the Basin."
"I think we will try the Arm; there will not be so many crafts about."
"Why this wish for seclusion?" said Dexie, forcing a smile. "Surely there
will be room for us as well."
Hugh paid no attention to this remark until they had turned up the Arm;
then dropping the sail and changing his seat to one opposite Dexie, he let
the boat drift with the tide.
Looking at her earnestly he said,
"It was a lucky thought that made me bring you out on the water. I thought
Gussie would soon get enough of it. We are not likely to be interrupted
here, and you cannot run away from me. Now, do you want me to tell you why
I have brought you here?"
"No; I have not the least curiosity about it," was the seemingly
indifferent reply.
"You know what I wish to say, Dexie, though you do not care to acknowledge
it," he said, in a low tone. "Believe me, Dexie, I have not been playing at
love-making all this time. I never was more in earnest in anything than I
am in this. Tell me, what is it that you have against me?"
"Mr. McNeil, I thought this matter was settled. You received the message I
sent you. Why bring up the subject again? I do not wish to hear another
word."
"You cannot help yourself, Dexie. You have had your own way in this all
along, and have not allowed me to say a word. Now it is my turn, and I will
not be put off. Remember all is fair in love and war."
Dexie was silent. She was a little afraid of Hugh in this mood, but no sign
of her fear appeared outwardly.
"I have reached the limit of torture that I can bear," said Hugh, after a
pause. "I have had harsh words and cold looks for a long time, and you have
slighted me on every possible occasion; but it has made no difference in my
love for you. It has grown until it has taken possession of me, and my life
seems to hold nothing worth living for with you left out of my future.
Dexie, have pity! Is my life of no account to you that you can toss it
aside without a thought?"
Dexie raised her eyes to the earnest face before her as she replied:
"I must think of my own self. Why should I make my life unhappy to please a
passing fancy of yours?"
"A passing fancy! I understand that remark; you mean it as a sneer. It was
a passing fancy with Gussie, I will admit. But, Dexie, it is a strong man's
love that now burns in my heart. Think of all that it is in my power to
give you, if you will only receive it. But the fact that I possess a
fortune gives me no pleasure unless I can share it with you. Say the word,
Dexie, and your every wish shall be gratified, if it is in the power of a
man or money to do so, and my whole life shall be spent in making you
happy. You need never have a care. What more could you ask of me, Dexie?"
His eager eyes seemed to burn into her very soul as he waited her reply.
"I ask you for nothing; but if you will take all this and lay it before
someone who could and would gladly accept it, you would be far happier in
the end. It is a waste of time to try and persuade me to do what my whole
soul refuses to consider, even for a moment."
"But why? Tell me why, Dexie? What have you against me? Is it on Gussie's
account, or is it Lancy Gurney that comes between us?"
"What matters the reason? Call it what you like, it stands between us, and
always will," she answered with rising color.
"You will not say! Can it be possible that you are so much in love with
Lancy Gurney that there is no room for a thought of me? He will never make
you happy; he knows nothing of love as I feel it--a schoolboy attachment,
that will soon be forgotten!"
"Be kind enough to leave Lancy's name out of this discussion altogether,"
said Dexie coldly, "and as there is nothing to be gained by prolonging this
unpleasant interview, we had better return home."
"You are mistaken if you think I am going to end this little excursion
without gaining my end. Do you remember the time Lancy took you to drive,
on purpose to gain your consent to whistle at the concert? Well, he kept
you out until you gave him your promise, and I intend to profit by that
idea of his, and keep you here until you give me a promise also."
"Why! Mr. McNeil, are you crazy?" said Dexie, in alarm. "What parallel do
you see in the case? What good would a promise do you which you know I
would break the moment I reached the shore?"
"You will not break any promise you make. I am not afraid of that. I think
I know you better than you do yourself, Dexie."
Dexie flushed angrily, and turned her eyes to see the position of their
boat. They had been drifting at the will of the tide, and she had given
little thought to it in her excitement. But now, understanding what might
be in store for her, it was necessary to think of some way of escape.
Could she keep Hugh from regarding her movements, and draw his attention
from their boat's course?
After a few minutes' silence she asked, a smile twitching the corners of
her mouth:
"I suppose there is not a piece of paper anywhere about," and she looked
into her pocket and beneath the seat in a vain search; and there was a
gleam of mischief in her eyes as she added: "I suppose you could not
accommodate me with a piece of paper, could you, Mr. McNeil? Oh, thanks.
And a pencil? Much obliged. Now, if there is only an empty bottle around
some place, with a tight cork, I'll not despise the shipwrecked mariner's
post office." "What are you going to do?" said Hugh, looking at her in
surprise.
"Well, if I am to be detained here indefinitely, I would like to send a few
parting words to Lancy. I am sure it would be _such_ a comfort to him, in
case the letter ever reached him, to know that I cared enough for him to
remain true under such trying circumstances."
Was she making fun of him or not? Hugh could not tell, but he snatched the
piece of paper from her hand and flung it over the side of the boat.
"Poor Lancy! how he will grieve for me!" she added in a commiserating tone,
as she watched the receding scrap of paper. "You might have allowed me that
one bit of consolation, I am sure, Mr. McNeil."
"Do you really love Lancy so much? I cannot believe it, Dexie."
"You might, nevertheless; for believe me, Mr. McNeil, if I had but one last
wish granted me, it would be that I might be transported to his side. Ah
me! I do not think I ever cared for him so much as I do at this present
moment," and Dexie began to sing in a minor tone and in the high, cracked
voice of an old woman:
"Why--do--we--mourn--departed--friends
Or--"
"Dexie, stop that!" and Hugh's' voice was sharp with pain and annoyance. "I
do believe you are the most vexatious creature that ever lived."
"It makes me happy to hear you acknowledge that, Mr. McNeil; and I think
you are far too sensible to want to spend your whole life with such a
vexatious creature as you know me to be. Put a stop to all this nonsense,
and let us return home."
"Never! You are trifling with a matter that is more than life and death to
me, and you make jokes while I suffer. Do you think I cannot see through
all this professed love for Lancy? Do girls in love confess it to a third
party so freely and openly? No! Lancy has no place in your heart at all. I
have watched you too closely to be mistaken," and before she was aware of
his intention her hands were seized in his strong grasp as he poured out
his heart in a torrent of passionate words.
Dexie was moved in spite of herself. She looked into the face so near her,
and asked herself the question, "Why could she not love him?" He surely
loved her truly, or he would not speak so earnestly. A future such as he
could give her would be eagerly grasped by many young girls. She had never
thought his face half so expressive as it now appeared to her. Yes, he was
very handsome after all; his very soul seemed shining through his eyes, and
as he talked she dropped hers before his earnest gaze.
"It is no use," she said at last, in a low tone. "I cannot, I cannot--
'I do not love you, Dr. Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell.'"
But, low as the words were, Hugh heard them.
"Never mind the love, Dexie; marry me, and the love will come afterwards."
"No, Mr. McNeil, I will not risk it," was her low reply, as she pulled her
hands from his close grasp. "I am quite sure we could not live a week in
peace and happiness. There is something in your very presence that raises
up the worst feelings in me, and why should I knowingly spoil all my life?"
"It is no risk, Dexie; you shall never have any reason to be vexed with me.
Your father is quite ready to accept me as a son-in-law; he trusts me, why
cannot you? My darling, you have had time to think it over. Give me your
promise; it need not be fulfilled until you wish it."
"I cannot give a promise I have no wish or intention of keeping, and how
can you ask such a thing? How can you want an unwilling bride?"
"Never mind me, Dexie. Say you will be my wife sometime, and that will be
enough. You will never regret it."
Dexie covered her face with her hands, and thought it over. The few
minutes' silence was broken by Hugh, who hoarsely asked:
"Will you give me your promise, Dexie?"
"No, I will not!"
"But you shall! I swear it! Do you think I am not in earnest?" and the
love-light in his eyes was dimmed by a harder and fiercer look. "You will
return home my promised wife, or not at all!"