CHAPTER LXIV.
SIR EDWARD ROLLESTON could not but feel his obligations to the Wardlaws,and, when his daughter got better, he spoke warmly on the subject, andasked her to consider seriously whether she had not tried Arthur'saffection sufficiently.
"He does not complain to you, I know," said he; "but he feels it veryhard that you should punish him for an act of injustice that has alreadyso deeply afflicted him. He says he believes some fool or villain heardhim say that two thousand pounds was to be borrowed between them, andwent and imposed on Robert Penfold's credulity; meaning, perhaps, to callagain after the note had been cashed, and get Arthur's share of themoney."
"But why did he not come forward?"
"He declares he did not know when the trial was till a month after. Andhis father bears him out; says he was actually delirious, and his life indanger. I myself can testify that he was cut down just in this way whenhe heard the _Proserpine_ was lost, and you on board her. Why not givehim credit for the same genuine distress at young Penfold's misfortune?Come, Helen, is it fair to afflict and punish this gentleman for themisfortune of another, whom he never speaks of but with affection andpity? He says that if you would marry him at once, he thinks he shouldfeel strong enough to throw himself into the case with you, and wouldspare neither money nor labor to clear Robert Penfold; but, as it is, hesays he feels so wretched, and so tortured with jealousy, that he can'tco-operate warmly with you, though his conscience reproaches him everyday. Poor young man! His is really a very hard case. For you promised himyour hand before you ever saw Robert Penfold."
"I did," said Helen; "but I did not say when. Let me have one year to mygood work, before I devote my whole life to Arthur."
"Well, it will be a year wasted. Why postpone your marriage for that?"
"I promised."
"Yes, but he chose to fancy young Wardlaw is his enemy. You might relaxthat, now he tells you he will co-operate with you as your husband. Now,Helen, tell the truth--is it a woman's work? Have you found it so? Willnot Arthur do it better than you?"
Helen, weakened already by days of suffering, began to cry, and say,"What shall I do? what shall I do?"
"If you have any doubt, my dear," said Sir Edward, "then think of what Iowe to these Wardlaws."
And with that he kissed her, and left her in tears; and, soon after, sentArthur himself up to plead his own cause.
It was a fine summer afternoon; the long French casements, looking on thegarden of the Square, were open, and the balmy air came in and wooed thebeautiful girl's cheek, and just stirred her hair at times.
Arthur Wardlaw came softly in, and gazed at her as she lay; herloveliness filled his heart and soul; he came and knelt by her sofa, andtook her hand, and kissed it, and his own eyes glistened with tenderness.
He had one thing in his favor. He loved her.
Her knowledge of this had more than once befriended him, and made herrefuse to suspect him of any great ill; it befriended him now. She turneda look of angelic pity on him.
"Poor Arthur," she said. "You and I are both unhappy."
"But we shall be happy, ere long, I hope," said Arthur.
Helen shook her head.
Then he patted her, and coaxed her, and said he would be her servant, aswell as a husband, and no wish of her heart should go ungratified.
"None?" said she, fixing her eyes on him.
"Not one," said he; "upon my honor." Then he was so soft and persuasive,and alluded so delicately to her plighted faith, that she felt like apoor bird caught in a silken net.
"Sir Edward is very good," said he; "he feels for me."
At that moment, a note was sent up.
"Mr. Wardlaw is here, and has asked me when the marriage is to be. Ican't tell him; I look like a fool."
Helen sighed deeply and had begun to gather those tears that weaken awoman. She glanced despairingly to and fro, and saw no escape. Then,Heaven knows why or wherefore--probably with no clear design at all but awoman's weak desire to cause a momentary diversion, to put off theinevitable for five minutes--she said to Arthur: "Please give me thatprayer-book. Thank you. It is right you should know this." And she putCooper's deposition, and Welch's, into his hands.
He devoured them, and started up in great indignation. "It is anabominable slander," said he. "We have lost ten thousand pounds by thewreck of that ship, and Wylie's life was saved by a miracle as well asyour own. It is a foul slander. I hurl it from me."
And he made his words good by whirling the prayer-book out of window.
Helen uttered a scream. "My mother's prayer-book!" she cried.
"Oh! I beg pardon," said he.
"As well you may," said she. "Run and send George after it."
"No, I'll go myself," said he. "Pray forgive me. You don't know what aterrible slander they have desecrated your prayerbook with."
He ran out and was a long time gone. He came back at last, lookingterrified.
"I can't find it," said he. "Somebody has carried it off. Oh, howunfortunate I am!"
"Not find it!" said Helen. "But it _must_ be found."
"Of course it must be found," said Arthur. "A pretty scandal to go intothe hands of Heaven knows who. I shall offer twenty guineas reward for itat once. I'll go down to the _Times_ this moment. Was ever anything sounlucky?"
"Yes, go at once," said Helen; "and I'll send the servants into theSquare. I don't want to say anything unkind, Arthur, but you ought not tohave thrown my prayer-book into the public street."
"I know I ought not. I am ashamed of it myself."
"Well, let me _see_ the advertisement."
"You shall. I have no doubt we shall recover it."
Next morning the _Times_ contained an advertisement offering twentyguineas for a prayer-book lost in Hanover Square, and valuable, not initself, but as a relic of a deceased parent.
In the afternoon Arthur called to know if anybody had brought theprayer-book back.
Helen shook her head sadly, and said, "No."
He seemed very sorry and so penitent, that Helen said:
"Do not despair. And if it is gone, why, I must remember you haveforgiven me something, and I must forgive you."
The footman came in.
"If you please, miss, here is a woman wishes to speak to you; says shehas brought a prayer-book."
"Oh, show her up at once," cried Helen.
Arthur turned away his head to hide a cynical smile. He had good reasonsfor thinking it was not the one he had flung out of the window yesterday.
A tall woman came in, wearing a thick veil, that concealed her features.
She entered on her business at once.
"You lost a prayer-book in this Square yesterday, madam."
"Yes."
"You offer twenty guineas reward for it."
"Yes."
"Please to look at this one."
Helen examined it, and said with joy it was hers.
Arthur was thunderstruck. He could not believe his senses.
"Let me look at it," said he.
His eyes went at once to the writing.
He turned as pale as death and stood petrified.
The woman took the prayer-book out of his unresisting hand, and said:
"You'll excuse me, sir; but it is a large reward, and gentlefolkssometimes go from their word when the article is found."
Helen, who was delighted at getting back her book, and rather tickled atArthur having to pay twenty guineas for losing it, burst out laughing,and said:
"Give her the reward, Arthur; I am not going to pay for your misdeeds."
"With all my heart," said Arthur, struggling for composure.
He sat down to draw a check.
"What name shall I put?"
"Hum! Edith Hesket."
"Two t's?"
"No, only one."
"There."
"Thank you, sir."
She put the check into her purse, and brought the prayer-book to Helen.
"Lock it up at once," said
she, in a voice so low that Arthur heard hermurmur, but not the words. And she retired, leaving Helen staring withamazement, and Arthur in a cold perspiration.
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