Die? What, with those sweet imploring eyes bidding him live?--with hope
telling him that now one part of the mystery was cleared the other must
soon be swept away?--with his own heart whispering energy, and patience,
and desire for life? No; his spirit had well-nigh been drained away by
that cruel stab, but Brace Norton smiled at the pain he suffered, and
fought back the black shade that bade him succumb.
They bore him from the Castle to his own home; for as soon as the news
spread of the late adventure, Captain and Mrs Norton, who had passed an
anxious night, had themselves driven over to the Castle, and, in spite
of the doctor's remonstrance, insisted upon bringing their son away.
"I cannot help it, Challen," said Captain Norton--"the risk must be run.
You must do your best to avert danger, for he cannot stay here."
"As you will," said the doctor; and he proceeded to superintend the
young man's removal to the carriage.
Sir Murray Gernon knew of their coming, but he did not meet them. He
shut himself up in his study, and as Brace was being placed in the
carriage, McCray came forward, and handed a note to Captain Norton, who
started as he saw the cipher on the great seal.
He tore it open and read the following lines:
"Sir Murray Gernon feels it to be his duty to apologise to Captain
Norton for having done him _one_ grievous wrong. The Sapphire Cross was
stolen by Sir Murray's butler, and is once more in its owner's hands.
"Sir Murray Gernon asks Captain Norton's pardon."
Without a word, Captain Norton handed the note to his wife, who read it;
and then, with the proud blood rushing to her temples, she handed it
back, watching him to see what he would do.
There was a look almost of passion in Captain Norton's eye, and the
great broad scar looked red and angry, as he stood there biting his lip
for a few brief instants before he spoke.
The library door was ajar, and every word of his sharp, military speech
was plainly heard by the occupant, as, drawing himself up, Captain,
Norton turned to McCray.
"You are Sir Murray Gernon's confidential servant," he said. "I will
not write, but tell him this from me: he asks my pardon for a wrong, and
I have waited over twenty years till the truth should appear. I go now
to wait for the fellow-letter to this; when he shall ask my forgiveness
for another wrong, then I will send him my reply."
He turned and walked slowly and proudly down the great steps of the main
entrance, while their owner cowered in his room, shrinking back into the
far corner, as he watched and saw through the window that Isa was at the
carriage-door, holding one of Brace's hands in hers, as she looked
appealingly in Dr Challen's face. His brow darkened as he saw it, for
it seemed as if his efforts were to be set at nought, and that the more
he battled against the stream of events the more it swept him back. But
he did not hear his child's plaintive words, as she spoke to the doctor.
"Pray--pray tell me!" she whispered: "Is he in danger?"
"Danger? Well, yes, of course he is," said the doctor, taking her in
his arms and kissing her as he would one of his own children. "But
there, bless your bright little face, go in, and don't fidget and make
those eyes dull with crying, and I'll cure him right off for you. Now,
Captain Norton," he continued, lightly--"slow march for the horses--two
miles an hour--with the windows all down, and I must ride inside."
Brace fainted as the carriage-door was closed, but it was with the sense
of his hand being kissed by two soft, warm lips, ere all became misty
and confused; and then it was that Dr Challen's light, flippant manner
gave place to a quiet, serious aspect, as he plied restoratives, and
prepared for the battle that his experience told him was imminent.
It was a long and fierce fight, but youth, with hope shining now in upon
the young man's heart, prevailed; and though no encouraging letter from
Isa--no communication came from the Castle but a formal inquiry or two
made on the part of Sir Murray--Brace daily grew stronger, telling
himself that he would yet, perhaps, see the day when all would be made
plain. There was a feeling of exultation that came upon the young man,
when he saw the proud, happy bearing that seemed to have come upon his
father? and more than once there was a fond blessing from her who had
held faith when all the world disbelieved. This exultation did more
than all Dr Challen's medicaments, but the doctor took to himself the
credit, all the same.
Brace's ship sailed without him, and he could not but rejoice at the
time afforded him for further investigation, while he prayed earnestly
that accident might again favour him, though at times his heart sank, as
rumours came of the state of affairs at the Castle. For though he had
dismissed them as impossible, utterly refusing them credence, at times
charging Sir Murray Gernon with subterfuge, at others giving him the
credit of believing the words he had whispered, they began now, as he
approached convalescence, to make a deep and lasting impression upon
him. He had not seen her--he had not heard from her, and the gap
between the families seemed almost to have widened since the discovery
of the cross; but there was no Lord Maudlaine at the Castle now: he had
taken his departure, and Brace was hopeful that it was for good; when
one day, when he had regained his strength, his heart leaped
tumultuously, for he saw Isa approaching him, on her favourite mare,
attended as usual by Peter Barlow.
It might be wrong, but he could not help it, and he hurried forward to
meet her, his hands outstretched, and face bright and eager, but to his
utter despair she touched the mare with her whip, averted her head, and
cantered by, leaving him, almost giddy with misery, by the road-side.
Book 2, Chapter XXVI.