Her fingers went back to the frilling, and she turned her head sullenly away from me.I had been met in this manner, in the course of plying the good work, hundreds of times.She merely stimulated me to try again.In my dauntless zeal for her welfare, I ran the great risk, and openly alluded to her marriage engagement.
`News you were interested in hearing?' I repeated.`I suppose, my dear Rachel, that must be news of Mr.Godfrey Ablewhite?'
She started up in the bed, and turned deadly pale.It was evidently on the tip of her tongue to retort on me with the unbridled insolence of former times.She checked herself--laid her head back on the pillow--considered a minute--and then answered in these remarkable words:
` I shall never marry Mr.Godfrey Ablewhite.'
It was my turn to start at that.
`What can you possibly mean?' I exclaimed.`The marriage is considered by the whole family as a settled thing!'
`Mr.Godfrey Ablewhite is expected here to-day,' she said doggedly.
`Wait till he comes--and you will see.'
`But, my dear Rachel--'
She rang the bell at the head of her bed.The person with the cap-ribbons appeared.
`Penelope! my bath.'
Let me give her her due.In the state of my feelings at that moment, I do sincerely believe that she had hit on the only possible way of forcing me to leave the room.
By the mere worldly mind my position towards Rachel might have been viewed as presenting difficulties of no ordinary kind.I had reckoned on leading her to higher things by means of a little earnest exhortation on the subject of her marriage.And now, if she was to be believed, no such event as her marriage was to take place at all.But ah, my friends! a working Christian of my experience (with an evangelizing prospect before her) takes broader views than these.Supposing Rachel really broke off the marriage, on which the Ablewhites, father and son, counted as a settled thing, what would be the result? It could only end, if she held firm, in an exchanging of hard words and bitter accusations on both sides.And what would be the effect on Rachel when the stormy interview was over? A salutary moral depression would be the effect.Here pride would be exhausted, her stubbornness would be exhausted, by the resolute resistance which it was in her character to make under the circumstances.She would turn for sympathy to the nearest person who had sympathy to offer.And I was that nearest person--brimful of comfort, charged to overflowing with seasonable and reviving words.
Never had the evangelizing prospect looked brighter, to my eyes, than it looked now.
She came down to breakfast, but she ate nothing, and hardly uttered a word.
After breakfast she wandered listlessly from room to room--then suddenly roused herself, and opened the piano.The music she selected to play was of the most scandalously profane sort, associated with performances on the stage which it curdles one's blood to think of.It would have been premature to interfere with her at such a time as this.I privately ascertained the hour at which Mr.Godfrey Ablewhite was expected, and then I escaped the music by leaving the house.
Being out alone, I took the opportunity of calling upon my two resident friends.It was an indescribable luxury to find myself indulging in earnest conversation with serious persons.Infinitely encouraged and refreshed, I turned my steps back again to the house, in excellent time to await the arrival of our expected visitor I entered the dining-room, always empty at that hour of the day, and found myself face to face with Mr.Godfrey Ablewhite!
He made no attempt to fly the place.Quite the contrary.He advanced to meet me with the utmost eagerness.
`Dear Miss Clack, I have been only waiting to see you ! Chance set me free of my London engagements to-day sooner than I had expected, and I have got here, in consequence, earlier than my appointed time.'
Not the slightest embarrassment encumbered his explanation, though this was his first meeting with me after the scene in Montagu Square.He was not aware, it is true, of my having been a witness of that scene.But he knew, on the other hand, that my attendances at the Mothers'-Small-Clothes, and my relations with friends attached to other charities, must have informed me of his shameless neglect of his Ladies and of his Poor.And yet there he was before me, in full possession of his charming voice and his irresistible smile!
`Have you seen Rachel yet?' I asked.
He sighed gently, and took me by the hand.I should certainly have snatched my hand away, if the manner in which he gave his answer had not paralysed me with astonishment.
`I have seen Rachel,' he said with perfect tranquillity.`You are aware, dear friend, that she was engaged to me? Well, she has taken a sudden resolution to break the engagement.Reflection has convinced her that she will best consult her welfare and mine by retracting a rash promise, and leaving me free to make some happier choice elsewhere.That is the only reason she will give, and the only answer she will make to every question that I can ask of her.'
`What have you done on your side?' I inquired.`Have you submitted.'
`Yes,' he said with the most unruffled composure, `I have submitted.'
His conduct, under the circumstances, was so utterly inconceivable, that I stood bewildered with my hand in his.It is a piece of rudeness to stare at anybody, and it is an act of indelicacy to stare at a gentleman.
I committed both those improprieties.And I said, as if in a dream, `What does it mean?'
`Permit me to tell you,' he replied.`And suppose we sit down?'
He led me to a chair.I have an indistinct remembrance that he was very affectionate.I don't think he put his arm round my waist to support me--but I am not sure.I was quite helpless, and his ways with ladies were very endearing.At any rate, we sat down.I can answer for that, if I can answer for nothing more.
