Chapter V: Book I: The Days of My Life (5)

"Not a word--not a word--must I go away then--will you answer me nothing?" he said, at last, after another interval, with other wild words of tenderness, such as had never been said to me before, and such as no woman can tell again. I was roused by his outcry, I turned for an instant to look at him, and then I suddenly felt my face burn and my brow throb, and then--it seemed he was satisfied, and wanted no more words from me.

And we wandered on together, out from the shadows of the trees, where the sun came gleaming and glistening upon us like a friend who had found us out. I think there never was such a night of content, and satisfaction, and peace; there was the calm of night, and the flush of hope for another day upon the heavens; and the sweet light blessed the earth, and the earth lay still under it in a great joy, too deep to be expressed. I was leaning with my hand upon his arm--I was leaning my heart upon him, so that I could have wept for the delight of this sweet ease and rest. Yes! it was the love of the Poets that had overtaken us, and put our hands together. As he clasped both his hands over one of mine, he said it was for ever and for ever--for ever and for ever, and lingered on the words. I said nothing--but the clasp of his hands holding me, stirred the very depths in my heart. I was alone no longer, I wanted to tell him everything--my secret thoughts, my fears--all that had ever happened to me. I could not tell him my fancies about himself, though I listened so eagerly to all he said of me, but all my life came brightening up before me, I was eager to show it all to him--I was jealous of having anything in which he had no share.

We went up and down--up and down--the same bit of enchanted ground, and it was only when I felt a chill breath of air, and slightly shivered at it, and when he put up my shawl upon my shoulders, and drew it round me so anxiously and tenderly, that I glanced up at the sky to escape his eyes which were gazing full upon me, and saw that it was getting quite dark, and must be late. "Is it late?" I said, starting suddenly at the thought of my father; "they will wonder where I am--oh! I must go home."

"Time has not been to-night," he said, with the smile upon his lip quivering as if the tears were in his eyes as well as in mine. "Once more, Hester, let me look at this glorious bit of road that has brought me fortune. Here--it was just here--winter should never come to this spot; and there is a faint timid footstep in the sand. My sovereign lady was afraid of me! If you had but known what a poor coward I was, how I trembled for those words which would not come, and how you held my fate in your hand, and played with it. Love is quite bad enough--but Love and Fear! how is a single man to stand against them!"

"I do not think you looked very much afraid," said I.

"You cannot tell--you never vouchsafed me a glance," said Harry, "and Fear is the very soul of daring; when a man will rather hear the worst than hear nothing, Hester, his courage is not very cool, I can tell you. And how unmindful you were!"

"Hush! hush! I am sure it is very late," said I, "I must go home."

"But not without me, Hester," said my companion.

I did not want him to leave me, certainly; but I was a little startled. My father! what would he say? how would he receive this unexpected accomplishment of his desires? The idea agitated and excited me. I suddenly felt as if this meeting of ours had been clandestine and underhand. I did not know what I could say to my father, and Alice would be anxious about myself already.

"You would not prolong my suspense, Hester," said Harry, as we slowly took the way home; "you know I cannot rest till I have spoken to your father--have I a rival, then--do you see difficulties? or is it that you would rather tell him with your own sweet lips what you have never yet told me?"

"No--no--I do not want to speak to him first," said I, hurriedly, "but he is not well--he is not strong--agitation hurts him; yet perhaps this would not agitate him," I continued with involuntary sadness--"perhaps, indeed, it is better he should know."

"I think it will not agitate him. I think, perhaps, he will not be much surprised, except indeed that I should have won what I have long aimed at," said Harry. "I met his eye the last time I saw him, Hester!"

"And what then?" I asked eagerly.

"Nothing much, except that I think that he knew the sad condition I was in," said Harry, with a smile, "and remembered somebody who was the light of his eyes in his own youth--for I think he did not look unkindly on me."

"But he never could suspect anything," said I.

"Did you never suspect anything, you hard heart?" he said; "you would not shake hands with me. You would not look at me. You never would come frankly out into the garden where a poor fellow could see you. Do you mean to tell me now that you were not afraid of me, and did not feel that I was your fate?"

"Hush! hush!" I repeated again. "And Mr. Osborne and Alice--you do not mean that everybody knew?"

"You must not be angry with me, if I confess that Mr. Osborne was in my confidence," said Harry, looking into my face, with some alarm, as I thought. "I was shy of whispering my name of names to any other man; but I betrayed myself once by saying Hester to your old friend. Hester--Hester! Homer never knew the sweet sounds of these two syllables, yet they used to glide in upon his page, and no more intelligence was left in it. Ah! you do not know what you have to answer for. And Alice!--Alice loves you too well not to suspect anybody who approaches you, Hester. She has been very curious about me for a long time. I think she approves of me now at last."

"It is very strange," I said, with a little pique and offended dignity, "everybody seems to have been aware except--"

I paused, being so sincere that I could not imply what was not true. Had not I been aware? or what were all my dreams about for many a day?

"Except the person most concerned? I suppose it is always so," said Harry. "But do not blame me for that. If my queen was not aware of her devoted servant's homage--it was no fault of mine. Ah! Hester! so many jealous glances I have given to this closed door."

For we had reached home; and with a beating heart I opened the door and entered before him. It was so dark here in the close, that I could only hear, and could not see the ivy rustling on the wall; and the air was chill, though it was August; and I trembled with a nervous shiver. He held me back for a moment as I was about to hasten in. "Hester, give me your hand, give me your promise," he said, in a low, passionate tone. "Your father may not be content with me; but you--you will not cast me off? You will give me time to win him to my side? Say something to me, Hester--say a kind word to me!"

I could see, even in the darkness, how he changed color; and I felt his hands tremble. I gave him both mine very quietly; and I said: "He will consent." Then we parted. I hurried in, and called Alice to show Henry to the drawing-room where my father was; and, without pausing to meet her surprised and inquiring look, I ran up-stairs, and shut myself into my own room. I wanted to be alone. It was not real till I could look at it by myself, and see what it was.

Yes! there was the dim garden underneath, with the trees rising up solemnly in the pale summer night, and all the color and the light gone out of this flowery little world. There were the lights in the little gleaming windows of Corpus like so many old friends smiling at me. I had come home to my own familiar room; but I was not the same Hester Southcote, who had lived all her life in this environment. In my heart, I brought another with me into my girlish bower. The idea of him possessed all my thoughts--his words came rushing back, I think almost every one of them, into my ears. I dropped upon my seat with the shawl he had placed there still upon me, without removing my bonnet or doing anything. I sat down and began to live it over again, all this magical night. It stood in my memory like a picture, so strange, so beautiful, so true! could it be true? Did he think me the first, above all others? and all these words which sent the blood tingling to the very fingers he had clasped, had he really spoken them, and I listened? and all this wonderful time had been since I left the little dark room, where I had even now again to look at my altered fate. All the years before were nothing to this single night.

And then I remembered where he was, and how occupied now. He was telling my father--asking my father to give up his only child.

My father was ill--in danger of his life--and was I willing to leave him alone? but then the proud thought returned to me--not to leave him alone--to add to him a better companion than I, a friend, a son, a man of nature as lofty as himself; but I was not willing to enter into details, and as I thought upon the interview going on so near me, I grew nervous once more. Then I heard a step softly approaching my door. Then a light gleamed through it, and I went to open it with a great tremor. It was Alice, with a light, and she said my father had sent for me to come to him now.

Alice did not ask me why I sat in the dark with my bonnet on; instead of that she helped to take off my walking dress, and kept her eyes from my face, in her kindness--for she must have seen how the color went and came, how I trembled, and how much agitated I was. She brushed back my hair with her own kind hands, and took a rose out of a vase on the table, and fastened it in my dress.

I had been so full of my own thoughts, that I had not observed these roses, but I knew at once when she did this. They were from my own tree at Cottiswoode. I did not ask Alice how she got them, yet I had pleasure in the flower. It reminded me of my mother--my mother--if I had a mother now!

"They are waiting for you, Miss Hester," said Alice--_they?_ how strange the combination was--yet I lingered still. I could not meet them both together. I could have borne to hear my father discuss it afterwards; but to look at each of them in the other's presence, was more than I thought I could endure. I went away slowly, Alice lingering over me, holding the light to show me the way I knew so well, and following me with her loving ways. My Alice, who had nobody but me! I turned round to her suddenly, for a moment, and leaned upon her breast, and sought her kiss upon my cheek--then I went away comforted. It was all the mother-comfort I had ever known.

When my hand touched the drawing-room door, it was suddenly thrown open to me, and there he stood to receive me with such joy and eagerness, that I shrunk back in terror for my father. My father was not there.

"We are alone," said Henry, "your father would not embarrass you, Hester, and he gives his consent under the most delightful of all conditions. Do you think me crazy? indeed, I will not answer for myself, for you belong to me, Hester, you are lawfully made over--my wife!"

I was almost frightened by his vehemence; and though I had feared it so much, I was sorry now that my father did not stay. "Did it trouble him? Was he disturbed? What did he say?" I asked eagerly.

"I am not to tell you what he said--he will tell you himself," said Henry, "but the condition--have you no curiosity to hear what this condition is?"

"No," I said, "it seems to please you. I am glad my father cared to make conditions; and you are sure he was not angry? What did he say?"

"I will tell you what _I_ said," was all the answer I got; "but all the rest you are to hear from himself. Now, Hester," he continued, pleadingly, holding my hands and looking into my face, "don't be vexed at the condition. I don't expect you are to like it as well as I do; but you will consent, will you not? You can trust yourself to me as well as if you knew me another year? Hester! don't turn away from me. There is your father coming; and I promised to leave you when I heard him. It is very hard leaving you; but I suppose I must not break my word to him. I am to come to-morrow. You will say good-night to me, surely--good-night to your poor slave. Princess--good-night!"

My father was just at the door, when at last he left me. There was a brief leave-taking between them; and then I heard his rapid step descending the stair, and my father entered the room. I had gone to my usual seat at the table, and scarcely ventured to look up as he entered. I thought he hesitated for a moment as he stood at the door looking in upon me. Perhaps he thought of giving me a kinder greeting; but, if he did, he conquered the impulse, and came quietly to his chair opposite me, and, without saying a word, took his place there, and closed the book which had been lying open upon the table. Then he spoke. My heart beat so loud and wild that it almost took away my breath. He was my father--my father! and I wanted to throw myself at his feet, and pour out all my heart to him. I wanted to say that I never desired to leave _him_--never! and that I would rather even give up my own happiness than forsake him now.

He gave me no opportunity; he spoke in his grave, calm tone of self-possessed and self-commanded quietness, which chilled me to the heart. "Hester!" he said, "I have been listening to a young man's love-tale. He is very fervid, and as sincere as most youths are, I have no doubt. He says he has thought of nothing but how to win you, since we first admitted him here; and he says that you have promised him your hand if he can gain my consent. I have no doubt you recollect, Hester, the last conversation we had on this subject. You have chosen for yourself, what you would not permit me to choose for you, and I hope your choice will be a happy one. I have given my consent to it. What he says of his means seems satisfactory; and I waive the question of family, in which his pretensions, I presume, are much inferior to your own. But I earnestly desire that you should have a proper protector, Hester! and I give my consent to your marriage, on condition--" he paused, and I glanced up at him, I know not with what dismayed and apprehensive glance; for his solemn tone struck me with terror: "on condition," he continued, with a smile. "Do not fear--it is nothing very terrible--on condition that your marriage takes place within three weeks from this time."

"Papa!"

I started to my feet, no longer shrinking and embarrassed. Oh! it was cruel--cruel! To seize the first and swiftest opportunity to thrust me from him, while he was ill, perhaps dying, and when he knew how great my anxiety was. I could not speak to him; I burst into a passionate fit of tears. I was wounded to the heart.

"I suppose it is natural that you should dislike this haste, Hester," said my father, in a slightly softened tone; "I can understand that it is something of a shock to you; but I cannot help it, my love. The circumstances are hard, and so is the necessity. I yield to you in the more important particulars; you must yield to me in this."

"Papa! I cannot leave you. Do not bid me," I cried, eagerly, encouraged by his tone; "to go away now would kill me. Father, father! have you no pity upon me? you cannot have the heart to send me away!"

"I have the heart to do all I think right, Hester!" said my father, sternly. "I am the last man in the world to speak to of pity. Pity has ruined me; and I will do what is right, and not a false kindness to my only child. This lover of yours is your own choice--remember at all times he is your own choice. I _might_ have made a wiser selection. I might not have made so good a one. The probability is in your favor; but, however it happens, recollect it is your own election, and that I wash my hands of the matter. But I insist on the condition I have told you of. What we have to do, we must do quickly. There is time enough for all necessary preparations, Hester."

I had taken my seat again in the dull and mortified sullenness of rejected affection and unappreciated feelings. Preparations! was it that I cared for? I had no spirit to speak again. I rather was pleased to give up with a visible bad grace all choice and wish in the matter.

"You do not answer me," said my father; "is my substantial reason too little to satisfy your punctilio, Hester? are you afraid of what the world will say?"

"No! I know no world to be afraid of," said I, almost rudely, but with bitter tears coming to my eyes; "if you care so little for me, I do not mind for myself if it was to-morrow."

"I do not choose it to be to-morrow, however," said my father, with only a smile at my pique, "there are some things necessary beforehand besides white satin and orange flowers. Alice has arranged your dress before, you had better consult with her, and to-morrow I will give you a sum sufficient for your equipment; that is enough, I think, Hester. Neither of us seems to have any peculiar delight in the subject. I consider the matter settled so far as personal discussion between us goes--matters of arrangement we can manage at our leisure."

He drew his book to him, and opened it as he spoke. When he began to read, he seemed to withdraw from me into his retirement, abstracted and composed, leaving me in the tumult of my thoughts to subside into quietness as I best could. I sat still for some time, leaning back in my chair, gnawing at my heart; but I could not bear it--and then I rose up to walk up and down from window to window, my father taking no note of me--what I did. As I wandered about in this restless and wretched way, I saw the lights in the college windows, shining through the half-closed curtain. He was there, brave, generous, simple heart! I woke out of my great mortification and grief, to a delight of rest and relaxation. Yes, he was there; that was his light shining in his window, and he was sitting close by it looking out upon this place which enclosed me and mine. I knew his thoughts now, and what he was doing, and I knew he was thinking of me.

When my heart began to return to its former gladness, I went away softly to my own room, thinking that no one would hear me, and that I might have a little time to myself; but when I had just gone, and was standing by the window, leaning my head upon it, looking out at his window, and shedding some quiet tears, Alice once more appeared upon me, with her candle in her hand. She did not speak at first, but went about the room on several little pretences, waiting for me to address her; then she said, "Will I leave the light, Miss Hester?" and stood gazing at me wistfully from beside the dressing-table. I only said, "Stay, Alice," under my breath, but her anxious ear heard it. She put down the light at once, and went away to a distant corner of the room, where she pretended to be doing something, for she would not hasten me, though she was very anxious--it was pure love and nothing else, the love of Alice.

"Alice!"

She came to me in a moment. I had just drawn down the blind, and I crept close to her, as I used to do when I was a child. "Do you know what has happened, Alice?" I said.

"Dear, I have had my thoughts," said Alice, "is it so then? and does your papa give his consent?"

"Oh! papa is very cruel--very cruel!" cried I bitterly, "he does not care for me, Alice. He cares nothing for me! he says it must be in three weeks, and speaks to me as if punctilio and preparations were all I cared for. It is very hard to bear--he will force me to go away and leave him, when perhaps he is dying. Oh! Alice, it is very hard."

"Yes, my darling--yes, my darling!" said Alice vaguely; "and will I live to dress another bride? oh! God bless them--God bless them! evil has been in the house, and distress, and sorrow--oh! that it may be purged and cleansed for them."

"What do you mean? what house, Alice?" I cried in great astonishment.

Alice drew her hand slowly over her brow and said, "I was dreaming, do not mind me, Miss Hester. I dressed your mamma, darling, and you'll let me dress my own dear child."

"No one else shall come near me, Alice; but think of it," cried I in despair, "in three weeks--and it _must_ be. I think it will kill me. My father used to care for me, Alice, but now he is only anxious to send me away."

"Miss Hester, it is your father's way; and he has his reasons," said my kind comforter; "think of your own lot, how bright it is, and your young bridegroom that loves you dearly; think of him."

"Yes, Alice," I said very humbly, but I could not help starting at the name she gave him, it was so very sudden: every time I thought of it, it brought a pang to my heart.

But then she began to talk of what things we must get immediately--and I was not very old nor very wise--I was interested about these things very soon, and regarded this business of preparation with a good deal of pleasure; the white silk dress, and the veil, and the orange blossoms--it may be a very poor thing to tell of myself, but I had a flutter of pleasure thinking of them; and there we sat, full of business, Alice and I, and Alice went over my wardrobe in her imagination, and began to number so many things which I would require--and it was so great a pleasure to her, and I was so much softened and cheered myself, that when I rose, after she had left me, to wave my hand in the darkness, at the light in his window, I had almost returned to the deep satisfaction of my first joy.

But when I returned to the drawing-room--returned out of my own young blossoming life, with all its tumult of hopes, to my father, sitting alone at his book, all by himself, abstracted and solitary, like one whom life had parted from and passed by--I could not resist the sudden revulsion which threw me down once more. But now I was very quiet. I bent down my head into my hands where he could not see me weeping. I forgot he had wounded or injured me--I said, "My father! my dear father!" softly to myself; and then I began to dream how Harry would steal into his affections--how we would woo him out of his solitude; how his forsaken desolate life would grow bright in our young house; and I began to be very glad in my heart, though I did not dry my tears.

When we were parting for the night, my father came slowly up to me, and with a gesture of fondness put his hands on my head. "Hester," he said, in a low steady voice, "you are my only child"--that was all--but the words implied everything to me. I leaned upon his arm to hide my full eyes, and he passed his hand softly over my hair--"My only child! my only child!" he repeated once or twice, and then he kissed my cheek, and "God bless you, my love!" and sent me away.

I was very sad, yet I was very happy when I lay down to rest. The blind was drawn up, and I could see the light still shining in Harry's window; and I was not afraid now to put his name beside my father's when I said my prayers. It was very little more than saying my prayers with me. I had known no instruction, and in many things I was still a child. Just when I was going to sleep, some strong associations brought into my mind what Alice had told me of my father; how rejoiced he looked on the day of his betrothal, and how she never saw him look happy again--it was a painful thought, and it came to me as a ghost might have come at my bedside; I could not get far from it. I had no fear for myself, yet this haunted me. Ah, my dear father, how unhappy he had been!

THE NINTH DAY.

It was the first of September, a brilliant sunshiny autumn day. The light streamed fall into my chamber window, and upon the figure of Alice standing before it, with her white apron and her white cap, so intensely white under the sunshine. She was drawing out rolls of white ribbon, and holding them suspended in the light for me to see them. They were dazzling in their silken snowy lustre. It was difficult to make a choice while this bright day glorified them all.

The room was not in disorder, yet it was littered everywhere with articles of dress. On my dining-table was a little open jewel-case with the bit of gold chain and the little diamond pendant which I had worn the first time I saw Harry--and the jewels were sparkling quietly, to themselves, in the shade. There were other ornaments, presents from him, lying beside this; and they made a subdued glow in the comparative dimness of that corner of the room. On my bed, catching a glance of sunshine, lay my bridal dress, its rich full folds and white brocaded flowers glistening in the light. On the little couch near the window were all the pretty things of lace which graced my _trousseau_--the veil arranged by Alice's own hand over a heap of rich purple silk which lay there for my approval, and which brought out to perfection the delicate pattern of the lace. And this was not all, for every chair held something--boxes of artificial flowers, so beautifully made, that it was impossible not to like them, exquisite counterfeits of nature--boxes of gloves, in delicate pale colors, fit for a bride--and last of all, this box of snowy-white ribbons, from which we found it so difficult to choose.

People speak of the vanity of all these bridal preparations. I have heard often how foolish was all this display and bustle about a marriage. I do not think it. It is the one day in a woman's life when everything and every one should do her honor. As I stood with Alice in my bright room, half blinded with the intense light upon the white ribbons, I was pleased with all the things about me. I had license to like everything, and to be interested with all the additions to my wardrobe. Only once in one's life can one be _a bride_. And all these white, fine, shining dresses--all these flowers and draperies of lace and pretty ornaments--they are not minutes of vanity always, but expressions of a natural sentiment--and they were very pleasant to me.

"I'll come out of the light, Miss Hester--here, dear, you can see them better now: though I like to see them shining in the sunshine. There is a beauty! will this one do?"

"Do you think that is the best?" said I, "then I will take it, Alice; and some for your cap now; here is a satin one, and here is gauze, but I must choose them myself; and you are to have your silk gown made and wear it--you are not to put it away in your drawer."

Alice looked down at her dark green stuff gown, hanging quite dead and unbrightened even in that fervid sunshine, and shook her head with a smile of odd distress. "It is much too fine for me, I was never meant to be a lady," said Alice, "but I'd wear white like a girl, sooner than cross you, my darling; and that is for me--bless your dear heart! that is a ribbon fit for a queen!"

"But the queen is not to be here," said I, "so you must wear it, Alice; and I do not want you to be without your apron. I like that great white apron. I wonder if I will like to lay down my head upon it, Alice, when I am old?"

"When you are old, Alice will not be here, Miss Hester," she said, with a smile; "you are like other young things, you think you will not be a young lady when you are married; but my darling, married or not married, the years take their full time to come."

"Ah, I will never be a girl again," said I, sighing with one of the half mock, half real sentimentalities of youth. "Alice, do you think, after all, my father is pleased?"

"I think," she began, but she stopped and paused, and evidently took a second thought; "yes, Miss Hester, I think he is pleased," she said, "he has every reason--yes, dear, don't fear for your papa; it is all good--all better than anybody could have planned it--I know it is."

"Do you know that you speak very oddly sometimes, Alice," said I; "you speak as if you were a prophet, and knew something about us, that we did not ourselves know."

"Don't you think such things, Miss Hester," said Alice, hurriedly, and her face reddened, "as I am no gipsy nor fortune-teller either, not a bit."

"Are you angry?" said I, "angry at me, Alice?" I was a little surprised, and it was quite true that two or three times I had been at a loss to know what she meant.

"Angry at _you_--no, darling, nor never was all your life," said Alice, "for all you have your own proud temper, Miss Hester--for I never was one to flatter. Will I send the box away? look, dear, if you have got all."

I had got all that we wanted, and when she went away, I drew my chair to the window, and began a labor of love. Alice never changed the fashion of her garments, and while she labored night and day for me, I was making a cap for her, and braiding a great muslin apron, which she was to wear on _the day_. I was very busy with the apron, doing it after a fashion of my own, and in a pattern which Alice would think all the more of because it was my own design, though I am not very sure that it gained much in effect by that circumstance. I drew my seat near to the open window, into the sunshine, and began to work, singing to myself very quietly but very gladly, as the pattern grew under my fingers. My heart rejoiced in the beautiful day, and in its own gladness; and I do not know that this joy was less pleasant for the tremor of expectation, and the flutter of fear, which my strange new circumstances brought me. I glanced from the window, hearing a step in the garden, and there was Harry, wandering about looking up at me.

When he caught my eye, he began to beckon with all his might, and try to get me to come down to him. I had seen him already this morning, so I knew it was not because he had anything to say to me, and I shook my head, and returned to my work. Then he began to telegraph to me his despair, his impatience, his particular wish to talk to me--and kept me so occupied smiling at him, and answering his signals, that the apron did not make much more progress than if I had gone down. At last, however, Alice came back, and I looked from the window no more, but went on soberly with my occupation. I had no young friends to come to see my pretty things, so Alice began to put them away.

A fortnight was gone, since that day when we were engaged, as Alice called it; and in a week, only a week now, the other day was to come.

"You have never told me yet, Miss Hester," said Alice, as she passed behind me, "where you are going, after--"

I interrupted her hurriedly. I was frightened for a mention of this dreadful ceremony, in so many words; and the idea of going away was enough to overset my composure at any time--I who had never left home before, and such a going away as this!

"We are to go abroad," I answered hurriedly; "but only for a few weeks, and then to have a house in Cambridgeshire, if we can find one very near at hand, Alice."

"Yes," answered Alice.

There was so much implied in this "yes," it seemed so full of information and consciousness, as if she could tell me more than I told her, that I was annoyed and almost irritated. In the displeasure of the moment I could not continue the conversation; it was very strange what Alice could mean by these inferences, and then to look so much offended when I spoke to her about them. I saw that Harry was still in the garden, looking up, and beckoning to me again, when he saw me look out--so I put away my work, and went down to hear what he had to say.

He had not anything very particular to say; but it was not disagreeable, though there was little originality in it, and I had heard most of it before; and he helped me with some flowers in the green-house which had been sadly neglected, and we cut some of the finest of them in the garden, for the vase upon my little table upstairs; and he told me I ought to wear flowers in my hair, and he said he would bring me a wreath of briony. "I should like to bind the beautiful clustered berries over those brown locks of yours, Hester," he said. "I will tell you some day how I came to know the briony first, and fell in love with it--it was one of the first incidents in my life."

"Tell me now then," said I.

But he shook his head and smiled. "Not now--wait till I can get a wreath of it fresh from a Cambridgeshire hedgerow, and then I will tell you my tale."

"I shall think it is a tale about a lady, if you speak of it so mysteriously," said I, and when I turned to him I saw he blushed. "It was so then," I said, with the slightest pique possible. I was not quite pleased.

"There never was but one in the world to me, Hester," he said, and I very soon cast down my eyes, "so it could not be about a lady, unless it happened in a dream, and the lady was you."

I looked at him with a strange perplexity, he was almost as hard to understand as Alice was--but he suddenly changed the conversation, and made me quite helpless for any further controversy by talking about what we were to do next week, after--I was always silenced in a moment by a reference to that.

Then my father looked out from the library window and called to us. My father had been a good deal occupied with Harry, and I pleased myself with thinking that he began to like him already. They seemed very good friends, and Harry showed him so much deference and was so anxious to follow his wishes in everything, that I was very grateful to him; and all the more because I thought it was from his own natural goodness he did this, fully more than from a wish to please me.

We went in together to the library. My father was reading papers, some of those long straggling papers tied together at the top, which always look so ominous, and are so long-winded. His book was put away, and instead he had pen and ink and his great blotting-book before him. My father had been writing much and reading little, during these two weeks; the occupation of his life was rudely broken in upon by these arrangements, and though I could not understand how it was that he had so much business thrown upon him, the fact seemed to be certain. There was more life even in the room, it was less orderly, and there was a litter of papers upon the table. My father looked well, pale, and self-possessed, but not so deadly calm, and he called Harry to him with a kind and familiar gesture. I had not yet overcome the embarrassment which I always felt when I was with them both; and when I saw that my father was pointing out sundry things in the papers to Harry, that they were consulting about them, and that I was not a necessary spectator, I turned over some books for a few minutes, and then I turned to go away. When he saw me moving towards the door, my father looked up. "Wait a little, Hester, I may want you by and by," he said. I was obedient and came back, but I did not like being here with Harry. I did not feel that our young life and our bright prospects were fit to intrude into this hermit's room, and I wondered if it would look drearier or more solitary--if my father would feel any want of me in my familiar place, when I went away.

But I had very little reason to flatter myself that he would miss me. He conducted all these matters with a certain satisfaction, I thought. He was glad to have me "settled;" and though I think he had been kinder than usual ever since that night, he had never said that it would grieve him to part with me, or that the house would be sad when I was gone.

There was a pause in their consultation. I heard, for I did not see, because I had turned to the window, and they were behind me, and then my father said--"Come here, Hester, we have now talked together of these arrangements--sit down by me, here, and see if it will not distress you too much to hear the programme of the drama in which you are to be a principal actor--here is a chair, sit down."

I turned, and went slowly to the seat he pointed out to me. I was very reluctant, but I could not disobey him, not even though I saw Harry's face bending forward eagerly to know if this was disagreeable to me.

"In the first place," said my father with a smile, "it is perhaps well that Hester is no heiress, as she once was supposed to be. Had my daughter inherited the family estate, her husband must have taken her name, and that is a harder condition than the one I stipulated for."

As there was no answer for a moment, I glanced shyly under the hand which supported my head at Harry. To my great surprise, he seemed strangely and painfully agitated. There was a deep color on his face. He did not lift his eyes, but shifted uneasily, and almost with an air of guilt, upon his chair; and he began to speak abruptly with an emotion which the subject surely did not deserve.

"Hester is worth a greater sacrifice than that of a name like mine," he said; "it would give me pleasure to show my sense of the honor you do me by admitting me into your family. I have no connexions whom I can gain by abandoning my own name, and I have no love for it, even though Hester has made it pleasanter to my ear. Let me be called Southcote. I would have proposed it myself had I thought it would be agreeable to you. You have no son. When you give Hester to me, make me altogether your representative. I will feel you do me a favor. Pray let us settle it so."

My father looked at him with more scrutinizing eyes--"When I was your age, young man, not for all the bounties of life, would I have relinquished my name."

Once more Harry blushed painfully. I too, for the moment, would rather that he had not made this proposal, yet how very kind it was of him! and I could not but appreciate the sacrifice which he made for me.

"Your name was the name of a venerable family, distinguished and dear to you," he said, after a little pause. "I am an orphan, with no recollections that endear it to me. Nay, Mr. Southcote, do not fear, I have no antecedents which make me ashamed of it; but for Hester's sake and yours, I will gladly relinquish this name of mine. If you do not wish it, that is another question."

There was a suppressed eagerness in his tone which impressed me very strangely. I could understand how, in an impulse of generosity, he could make the proposal; but I could not tell why he should be so anxious about it. It was very strange.

"I have not sufficient self-denial to say that," said my father. "I do wish it. It will gratify me more than anything else can, and I do not see indeed why, being satisfied on every other point, I should quarrel with you for proposing to do what I most desire; but regard for his own name is so universal in every man, I confess in other circumstances I should have been disposed to despise the man who accepted my heiress and her name with her. You, of course, are in an entirely different position. I can only accept your offer with gratitude. It is true, as you say, I have no son--you shall be my representative--yes, and I will be glad to think," said my father, with a momentary softening, and in a slow and lingering tone, "that she is Hester Southcote still."

Ah, those lingering touches of tenderness, how they overpowered me! I did not wish to let my father see me cry, like a weak girl; but I put my hands on my eyes to conceal my tears. He did care for me, though he expressed it so little; and when he said that, I was glad too, that I was still to bear my father's name--glad of this one proof of Harry's regard, and proud of the self-relinquishment--the devotion he showed to me.

There was a considerable pause after that--we did not seem at our ease, any one of us, and when I glanced up again, Harry, though he looked relieved, was still heated and embarrassed, and watched my father eagerly. He cleared his voice a great many times, as if to speak--changed his position, glanced at me; but did not seem able to say anything after all. My father had a faint smile upon his face--though it was a smile, I did not think it a pleasant one--and I was quite silent, with a vague fear of what was to follow.

But nothing followed to confirm my alarm. When my father spoke again it was quite in his usual tone.

"Then, with this one change--which, by the bye, requires our instant attention as to the papers and everything necessary--our arrangements stand as before; and you leave Cambridge on Tuesday, and return in a month, either here or to some house which Mr. Osborne may find for you. Osborne is your agent, I understand? You leave these matters in his hands? Now, I must know the hour you will leave me--how you are to travel, and where you will go first; and if I may depend certainly on the time of your return?"

"We will fix it for any time you choose," said Harry, quickly and with an air of relief. "I will be only too proud to bring Hester home, and to see her in her own settled house; but you must give us our moon; we have a right to that--_I_ have a right to that. You will not grudge us our charmed holiday. I shall be content to have no other all my life."

My father looked at him with a smile, almost of scorn, but it soon settled into a fixed and stern gravity. "I will not grudge your pleasure--no," he said, in the tone of a monitor who means to imply "it is all vanity," "but I wish to have your assurance that I may trust your word. And you, Hester, are you nearly ready to go away from me?"

"Oh! papa, papa!" I cried wildly. Was he disposed to regret me at last?

"Nay, nay, child, we must have no lamentations," said my father, "no weeping for the house you leave behind. On the verge of your life be sparing of your tears, Hester--if you have not occasion for them all one day or another you will be strangely favored. Are you ready? tell me? I have been hard upon you sometimes; I am not a man of genial temper, and what kindness was in me was soured. There--I apologize to you, Hester, for wounding your sensibilities--they distress me; and now answer my question."

"I will be ready," I said. This dreadful coldness of his always drove me into a sullen gloom.

"Very well, you have chosen each other," said my father gravely; "and now you are about to begin your life. I am no dealer in good advice or moral maxims. I only bid you remember that it is of your own free will you bind yourselves in this eternal contract. This union, on which you are entering, has a beginning, but no end. Its effects are everlasting; you can never deliver yourself from its influences, its results. On the very heart and soul of each of you will be the bonds of your marriage; and neither separation, nor change, nor death, can obliterate the mark they will make. I do not speak to discourage you. I only bid you think of the life before you, and remember that you pursue it together of your own free choice."

"We do not need that you should use such solemn words; they are not for us, father," said Harry, advancing to my side, and drawing my hand within his arm. He was afraid that I could not bear this, when he saw me drooping and leaning on the chair from which I had just risen. He did not know what a spirit of defiance these words roused in me. "Hester trusts me and does not fear that I will make her life wretched; and, as for me, my happiness is secure when I claim the right thus to stand by her, and call her mine. There are no dark prognostics in our lot--think not so. We will fear God and love each other; and I desire to feel the bonds of my marriage in my very soul and heart. I do not care to have a thought that is not hers--not a wish that my wife will not share with me. Say gentler words to us, father! Bless us as you bless her in your heart. She is a young, tender, delicate woman. She trembles already; but you will not speak only those words which make her tremble more?"

My father stood by himself, stooping slightly, leaning his hands upon the table before him, and looking at us. Harry's firm voice shook a little as he ended; his eyes were glistening, and there was a noble tender humility about his whole look and attitude, which was a very great and strange contrast to the cold, self-possessed man before him. I saw that my father was struck by it. I saw that the absence of any thought for himself--that his care and regard for me moved with a strange wonder my father's unaccustomed heart. The young man's generous life and love, the very strength of all the youthful modest power of which he would make no boast--his entire absence of offence, yet firm and quiet assertion of what was due to our young expectations and hopes, and perhaps the way in which we stood together, my arm in his, leaning upon him, impressed my father. He looked at us long, with a steady, full look; and then he spoke.

"You are right--it does not become me to bode evil to my own child, nor to her bridegroom. God bless you! I say the words heartily; and now leave me, I am weary, and will call you if I need you, Hester! I am not ill, do not fear for me."

He took our hands, Harry's and mine, and held them tightly within his own; then he said again, "Children, God bless you!" and sent us away.

We went up to the drawing-room together; Harry had spent almost all of the day with us for at least a week past, and even now he did not seem disposed to go away. When I told him that I had something to do, he bade me bring it and work beside him--he would like to see me working, so I did what he said--and while I was busy with Alice's apron, he talked to me, for I did not speak a great deal myself. My mind was somewhat troubled by what my father had said. I had an uneasy sense of something doubtful and uncertain in our circumstances, of some event or mystery, though I could not tell what it was. I do not think I was pleased that Harry should be so willing to resign his name. It was one of those concessions that a woman does not like to have made to her. A true woman is far happier to receive rank than to confer it. When she is placed in these latter circumstances, she is thrown upon the false expedient of undervaluing herself, and what she has to bestow. I would much rather have felt that Harry was quite superior to me in the external matters--then we could have stood on our natural ground to each other, and I should have been proud of his name; but it was not a pleasant thought to me that he himself thought it unworthy, and that he was to adopt mine.

"You are very grave, Hester; are you thinking of what your father said?" he asked me at last.

"I do not quite know what I am thinking of," I said, with a faint sigh.

"No, it is a summer cloud," said Harry, "something floating over this beautiful sky of our happiness; but it will not last, Hester. I know you may trust yourself; your sweet young life and all its hopes. I think you need not fear to trust them with me."

"I have no fear--it is not that," said I; "do not heed me. I cannot tell what it is that troubles me."