'You do not know? Oh, Silverbridge, I think you know.' Then there came upon him a glimmering of the truth. 'You do know.' And she stood apart looking him full in the face.
'I do not know what you can have to tell me.'
'No;--no. It is not that I should tell you. But yet it is so, Silverbridge, what did you say to me that morning when you came to me that morning in the Square?'
'What did I say?'
'Was I not entitled to think that you--loved me?' To this he had nothing to reply, but stood before her silent and frowning. 'Think of it, Silverbridge. Was it not so? And because I did not at once tell you all the truth, because I did not there say that my heart was all yours, were you right to leave?'
'You only laughed at me.'
'No;--no; no; I never laughed at you. How could I laugh when you were all the world to me? Ask Frank; he knew. Ask Miss Cass;--she knew. And can you say that you did not know; you, you, yourself?
Can any girl suppose that such words as these are to mean nothing when they have been spoken? You knew I loved you.'
'No;--no.'
'You must have known it. I will never believe but that you knew it. Why should your father be so sure of it?'
'He never was sure of it.'
'Yes, Silverbridge, yes. There is not one in the house who does not see that he treats me as though he expected me to be his son's wife. Do you not know that he wishes it?' He fain would not have answered this; but she paused for his answer and then repeated her question. 'Do you not know that he wishes it?'
'I think he does,' said Silverbridge; 'but it can never be so.'
'Oh, Silverbridge;--oh my loved one. Do not say that to me! Do not kill me at once!' Now she placed her hands one on each arm as she stood opposite to him and looked up into his face. 'You said that you loved me once. Why do you desert me now? Have you a right to treat me like that;--when I tell you that you have all my heart?'
The tears were now streaming down her face, and they were not counterfeit tears.
'You know,' he said, submitting to her hands, but not lifting his arm to embrace her.
'What do I know?'
'That I have given all I have to another.' As he said this he looked away sternly, over her shoulder, to the distance.
'That American girl!' she exclaimed starting back, with some show of sternness on her brow.
'Yes;--that American girl' said Silverbridge.
Then she recovered herself immediately. Indignation natural indignation, would not serve her turn in the present emergency.
'You know that cannot be. You ought to know it. What will your father say? You have not dared to tell him. That is so natural,' she added, trying to appease his frown. 'How possibly can it be told to him? I will not say a word against her.'
'No; do not do that.'
'But there are fitnesses of things which such a one as you cannot disregard without preparing yourself for a whole life of repentance.'
'Look here, Mabel.'
'Well.'
'I will tell you the truth.'
'I would sooner lose all;--the rank I have, the rank that I am to have, all these lands that you have been looking on; my father's wealth, would give them all up, sooner than lose her.' Now at any rate he was a man. She was sure of that now. This was more, very much more, not only than she had expected from him, but more than she had thought it possible that his character should have produced.
His strength reduced her to weakness. 'And I am nothing,' she said.
'Yes, indeed; you are Lady Grex,--whom all women envy, and whom all men honour.'
'The poorest wretch this day under the sun.'
'Do not say that. You should take shame to say that.'
'I do take shame;--and I do say it. Sir, do you feel what you owe me? Do you not know that you have made me the wretch I am? How did you dare to talk to me s you did talk when you were in London?
You tell me that I am Lady Mabel Grex;--and yet you come to me with a lie on your lips;--with such a lie as that! You must have taken me for some nursemaid on whom you had condescended to cast your eye! It cannot be that even you should have dared to treat Lady Mabel Grex after such a fashion as that! And now you have cast your eye at this other girl. You can never marry her!'
'I shall endeavour to do so.'
'You can never marry her,' she said, stamping her foot. She had now lost all the caution which she had taught herself for the prosecution of her scheme,--all the care with which she had burdened herself. Now she was natural enough. 'No,--you can never marry her. You could not show yourself after it in your clubs, or in Parliament, or in the world. Come home, do you say? No, I will not go to your home. It is not my home. Cold;--of course I am cold;--cold through to the heart.'
'I cannot leave you alone here,' he said, for she had now turned from him, and was walking with hurried steps and short turns on the edge of the bank, which at this place was almost a precipice.
'You have left me,--utterly to the cold--more desolate than I am here even though I should spend the night among the trees. But I will go back, and will tell your father everything. If my father were other than he is,--if my brother were better to me, you would not have done this.'
'If you had a legion of brothers it would have been the same,' he said, turning sharp upon her.
They walked on together, but without a word till the house was in sight. Then she looked round on him, and stopped him on the path as she caught his eye.' Silverbridge!' she said.
'Lady Mabel.'
'Call me Mabel. At any rate call me Mabel. If I have said anything to offend you--I beg your pardon.'
'I am not offended--but unhappy.'
'If you are unhappy, what must I be? What have I to look forward to? Give me your hand, and say that we are friends.'
'Certainly we are friends,' he said, and gave her his hand.
'Who can tell what may come to pass?' To this he would make no answer, as it seemed to imply that some division between himself and Isabel Boncassen might possibly come to pass. 'You will not tell anyone that I love you.'
'I tell such a thing as that!'
'But never forget it yourself. No one can tell what may come to pass.'
Lady Mabel at once went up to her room. She had played her scene, but was well aware that she had played it altogether unsuccessfully.
