He spoke low,holding her hand distantly and reverently,not attempting to kiss it,as in all his former farewells he had invariably done.
"Maud,remember me!However or whenever I come back,dearest child,be faithful,and remember me!"Maud fled away with a sob of childish pain--partly anger,the mother thought--and slightly apologized to the guest for her daughter's "naughtiness."Lord Ravenel sat silent for a long,long time.
Just when we thought he purposed leaving,he said,abruptly,"Mr.
Halifax,may I have five minutes'speech with you in the study?"The five minutes extended to half an hour.Mrs.Halifax wondered what on earth they were talking about.I held my peace.At last the father came in alone.
"John,is Lord Ravenel gone?"
"Not yet."
"What could he have wanted to say to you?"
John sat down by his wife,picked up the ball of her knitting,rolled and unrolled it.She saw at once that something had grieved and perplexed him exceedingly.Her heart shrunk back--that still sore heart!--recoiled with a not unnatural fear.
"Oh,husband,is it any new misfortune?"
"No,love,"cheering her with a smile;"nothing that fathers and mothers in general would consider as such.He has asked me for our Maud.""What for?"was the mother's first exceedingly simple question--and then she guessed its answer."Impossible!Ridiculous--absolutely ridiculous!She is only a child.""Nevertheless,Lord Ravenel wishes to marry our little Maud!""Lord Ravenel wishes to marry our Maud!"
Mrs.Halifax repeated this to herself more than once before she was able to entertain it as a reality.When she did,the first impression it made upon her mind was altogether pain.
"Oh,John!I hoped we had done with these sort of things;I thought we should have been left in peace with the rest of our children."John smiled again;for,indeed,there was a comical side to her view of the subject;but its serious phase soon returned;doubly so,when,looking up,they both saw Lord Ravenel standing before them.Firm his attitude was,firmer than usual;and it was with something of his father's stately air,mingled with a more chivalric and sincerer grace,that he stooped forward and kissed the hand of Maud's mother.
"Mr.Halifax has told you all,I believe?"
"He has."
"May I then,with entire trust in you both,await my answer?"He waited it,patiently enough,with little apparent doubt as to what it would be.Besides,it was only the prior question of parental consent,not the vital point of Maud's preference.And,with all his natural humility,Lord Ravenel might be forgiven if,brought up in the world,he was aware of his position therein--nor quite unconscious that it was not merely William Ravenel,but the only son and heir of the Earl of Luxmore,who came a-wooing.
Not till after a long pause,and even a whispered word or two between the husband and wife,who knew each other's minds so well that no more consultation was needed--did the suitor again,with a more formal air,ask for an answer.
"It is difficult to give.I find that my wife,like myself,had no idea of your feelings.The extreme suddenness--""Pardon me;my intention has not been sudden.It is the growth of many months--years,I might almost say.""We are the more grieved."
"Grieved?"
Lord Ravenel's extreme surprise startled him from the mere suitor into the lover;he glanced from one to the other in undisguised alarm.John hesitated:the mother said something about the "great difference between them.""In age,do you mean?I am aware of that,"he answered,with some sadness."But twenty years is not an insuperable bar in marriage.""No,"said Mrs.Halifax,thoughtfully.
"And for any other disparity--in fortune--or rank--""I think,Lord Ravenel,"--and the mother spoke with her "dignified"air--"you know enough of my husband's character and opinions to be assured how lightly he would hold such a disparity--if you allude to that supposed to exist between the son of the Earl of Luxmore and the daughter of John Halifax."The young nobleman coloured,as if with ingenuous shame at what he had been implying."I am glad of it.Let me assure you there will be no impediments on the side of my family.The earl has long wished me to marry.He knows well enough that I can marry whom I please--and shall marry for love only.Give me your leave to win your little Maud."A dead silence.
"Again pardon me,"Lord Ravenel said with some hauteur;"I cannot have clearly explained myself.Let me repeat,Mr.Halifax,that Iask your permission to win your daughter's affection,and,in due time,her hand.""I would that you had asked of me anything that it could be less impossible to give you.""Impossible!What do you mean?--Mrs.Halifax--"He turned instinctively to the woman--the mother.
Ursula's eyes were full of a sad kindness--the kindness any mother must feel towards one who worthily woos her daughter--but she replied distinctly--"I feel,with my husband,that such a marriage would be impossible."Lord Ravenel grew scarlet--sat down--rose again,and stood facing them,pale and haughty.
"If I may ask--your reasons?"
"Since you ask--certainly,"John replied."Though,believe me,Igive them with the deepest pain.Lord Ravenel,do you not yourself see that our Maud--""Wait one moment,"he interrupted."There is not,there cannot be,any previous attachment?"The supposition made the parents smile."Indeed,nothing of the kind:she is a mere child.""You think her too young for marriage,then?"was the eager answer.
"Be it so.I will wait,though my youth,alas!is slipping from me;but I will wait--two years,three--any time you choose to name."John needed not to reply.The very sorrow of his decision showed how inevitable and irrevocable it was.
Lord Ravenel's pride rose against it.
