"I never shall, dearest. Our troubles are over.""Edward, I have been very unhappy. I could not bear these doubts again.""You shall never be unhappy again."
"I must do what you require, I suppose. That is how it always ends. Oh dear! oh dear!""Zoe, it must be done. You know it must.""I warn you I shall do it as kindly as I can.""Of course you will. You ought to."
"I must go in now. I feel very cold."
"How soon to-morrow will you meet me here?""When you please," said she, languidly.
"At ten o'clock?"
"Yes."
Then there was a tender parting, and Zoe went slowly in. She went to her own room, just to think it all over alone. She caught sight of her face in the glass. Her cheeks had regained color, and her eyes were bright as stars. She stopped and looked at herself. "There now," said she, "and Iseem to myself to live again. I was mad to think I could ever love any man but him. He is my darling, my idol."There was no late dinner at Somerville Villa. Indeed, ladies, left to themselves, seldom dine late. Nature is strong in them, and they are hungriest when the sun is high. At seven o'clock Zoe Vizard was seated at her desk trying to write to Lord Uxmoor. She sighed, she moaned, she began, and dropped the pen and hid her face. She became almost wild; and in that state she at last dashed off what follows:
"DEAR LORD UXMOOR--For pity's sake, forgive the mad words I said to you today. It is impossible. I can do no more than admire and esteem you. My heart is gone from me forever. Pray forgive me, though I do not deserve it; and never see me nor look at me again. I ask pardon for my vacillation. It has been disgraceful; but it has ended, and I was under a great error, which I cannot explain to you, when I led you to believe Ihad a heart to give you. My eyes are opened. Our paths lie asunder. Pray, pray forgive me, if it is possible. I will never forgive myself, nor cease to bless and revere you, whom I have used so ill.
ZOE VIZARD."
That day Uxmoor dined alone with his mother, for a wonder, and he told her how Miss Vizard had come round; he told her also about the bull, but so vilely that she hardly comprehended he had been in any danger: these encounters are rarely described to the life, except by us who avoid them--except on paper.
Lady Uxmoor was much pleased. She was a proud, politic lady, and this was a judicious union of two powerful houses in the county, and one that would almost command the elections. But, above all, she knew her son's heart was in the match, and she gave him a mother's sympathy.
As she retired, she kissed him and said, "When you are quite sure of the prize, tell me, and I will call upon her."Being alone, Lord Uxmoor lighted a cigar and smoked it in measureless content. The servant brought him a note on a salver. It had come by hand.
Uxmoor opened it and read every word straight through, down to "Zoe Vizard;" read it, and sat petrified.
He read it again. He felt a sort of sickness come over him. He swallowed a tumbler of port, a wine he rarely touched; but he felt worse now than after the bullfight. This done, he rose and stalked like a wounded lion into the drawing-room, which was on the same floor, and laid the letter before his mother.
"You are a woman too," said he, a little helplessly. "Tell me--what on earth does this mean?"The dowager read it slowly and keenly, and said, "It means--another man.""Ah!" said Uxmoor, with a sort of snarl.
"Have you seen any one about her?"
"No; not lately. At Vizard Court there was. But that is all over now, Iconclude. It was a Mr. Severne, an adventurer, a fellow that was caught out in a lie before us all. Vizard tells me a lady came and claimed him before Miss Vizard, and he ran away.""An unworthy attachment, in short?"
"Very unworthy, if it was an attachment at all.""Was he at Vizard Court when she declined your hand?""Yes."
"Did he remain, after you went?"
"I suppose so. Yes, he must have."
"Then the whole thing is clear: that man has come forward again unexpectedly, or written, and she dismisses you. My darling, there is but one thing for you to do. Leave her, and thank her for telling you in time. A less honorable fool would have hidden it, and then we might have had a Countess of Uxmoor in the Divorce Court some day or other.
"I had better go abroad," said Uxmoor, with a groan. "This country is poisoned for me.""Go, by all means. Let Janneway pack up your things to-morrow.""I should like to kill that fellow first.""You will not even waste a thought on him, if you are my son.""You are right, mother. What am I to say to her?""Not a word."
"What, not answer her letter? It is humble enough, I am sure--poor soul!
Mother, I am wretched, but I am not bitter, and my rival will revenge me.""Uxmoor, your going abroad is the only answer she shall have. The wisest man, in these matters, who ever lived has left a rule of conduct to every well-born man--a rule which, believe me, is wisdom itself:
"Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte est pour le sot; L'honnete homme trompe'; s'e'loigne, et ne dit mot."You will make a tour, and not say a word to Miss Vizard, good, bad, nor indifferent. I insist upon that.""Very well. Thank you, dear mother; you guide me, and don't let me make a fool of myself, for I am terribly cut up. You will be the only Countess of Uxmoor in my day."Then he knelt at her feet, and she kissed his head and cried over him;but her tears only made this proud lady stronger.
Next day he started on his travels.
