'YES;--WITH A HORSEWHIP IN MY HAND.'
Emily Lopez, when she crept out of her own room and joined her husband just before dinner, was hardly able to speak to him so thoroughly was she dismayed, and troubled, and horrified, by the manner in which he had taken Arthur Fletcher's letter.While she had been alone she had thought it all over, anxious if possible to bring herself into sympathy with her husband; but the more she thought of it the more evident did it become to her that he was altogether wrong.He was so wrong that it seemed to her that she would be a hypocrite if she pretended to agree with him.There were half-a-dozen accusations conveyed against Mr Fletcher by her husband's view of the matter.He was a liar, giving a false account of his candidature;--and he was a coward; and an enemy to her, who had laid a plot by which he had hoped to make her act fraudulently towards her own husband, who had endeavoured to creep into a correspondence with her, and so to compromise her!
All this, which her husband's mind so easily conceived, was not only impossible to her, but so horrible that she could not refrain from disgust at her husband's conception.The letter had been left with him, but she remembered every word of it.She was sure that it was an honest letter, meaning no more than had been said,--simply intending to explain to her that he would not willingly have stood in the way of a friend whom he had loved, by interfering with her husband's prospects.And yet she was told that she was to think as her husband bade her think! She could not think so.She could not say that she thought so.If her husband would not credit her judgement, let the matter be referred to her father.Ferdinand would at any rate acknowledge that her father could understand such a matter even if she could not.
During dinner he said nothing on the subject, nor did she.They were attended by a page in buttons whom he had hired to wait upon her, and the meal passed off almost in silence.She looked up at him frequently and saw that his brow was still black.As soon as they were alone she spoke to him, having studied during dinner what words she would first say: 'Are you going down to the club tonight!' He had told her that the matter of this election had been taken up at the Progress, and that possibly he might have to meet two or three persons there on this evening.There had been a proposition that the club should bear a part of the expenditure, and he was very solicitous that such an arrangement should be made.
'No,' said he, 'I shall not go out to-night.I am not sufficiently light-hearted.'
'What makes you heavy-hearted, Ferdinand?'
'I should have thought you would have known.'
'I suppose I do know,--but I don't know why it should.I don't know why you should be displeased.At any rate, I have done nothing wrong.'
'No;--not as to the letter.But it astonishes me that you should be so--so bound to this man that-'
'Bound to him, Ferdinand!'
'No;--you are bound to me.But that you have so much regard for him as not to see that he has grossly insulted you.'
'I have a regard for him.'
'And you dare to tell me so?'
'Dare! What should I be if I had any feeling which I did not dare to tell you? There is no harm in regarding a man with friendly feelings whom I have known since I was a child, and whom all my family have loved.'
'Your family wanted you to marry him!'
'They did.But I have married you, because I loved you.But Ineed not think badly of an old friend, because I did not love him.Why should you be angry with him? What can you have to be afraid of?' Then she came and sat on his knee and caressed him.
'It is he that shall be afraid of me,' said Lopez.'Let him give the borough up if he means what he says.'
'Who could ask him to do that?'
'Not you,--certainly.'
'Oh, no.'
'I can ask him.'
'Could you, Ferdinand?'
'Yes;--with a horsewhip in my hand.'
'Indeed, indeed you do not know him.Will you do this;--will you tell my father everything, and leave it to him to say whether Mr Fletcher has behaved badly to you?'
'Certainly not.I will not have any interference from your father between you and me.If I had listened to your father, you would not have been here now.Your father is not as yet a friend of mine.When he comes to know what I can do for myself, and that I can rise higher than these Hertfordshire people, then perhaps he may become my friend.But I will consult him in nothing so peculiar to myself as my own wife.And you must understand that in coming to me all obligation from you to him become extinct.Of course he is your father; but in such a matter as this he has no more say to you than any stranger.'
After that he hardly spoke to her; but sat for an hour with a book in his hand, and then rose and said that he would go down to the club.'There is so much villainy about,' he said, 'that a man if he means to do anything must keep himself on the watch.'
When she was alone she at once burst into tears; but she soon dried her eyes, and putting down her work, settled herself to think of it all.What did it mean? Why was he thus changed to her? Could it be that he was the same Ferdinand to whom she had given herself, without a doubt as to his personal merit? Every word that he had spoken since she had shown him the letter from Arthur Fletcher had been injurious to her, and offensive.It almost seemed as though he had determined to show himself to be a tyrant to her, and had only put off playing the part till the first convenient opportunity after their honeymoon.But through all this, her ideas were loyal to him.She would obey him in all things where obedience was possible, and would love him better than all the world.Oh yes;--for was he not her husband? Were he to prove himself the worst of men she would still love him.
It had been for better or for worse; and as she had repeated the words to herself, she had sworn that if the worst should come, she would still be true.
