CHAPTER XXX
_How Anthea gave her promise_
"And so--he--has really gone!" Miss Priscilla sighed as she spoke, andlooked up from her needle-work to watch Anthea who sat biting her pen,and frowning down at the blank sheet of paper before her. "And so, heis--really--gone?"
"Who--Mr. Bellew? Oh yes!"
"He went--very early!"
"Yes."
"And--without any breakfast!"
"That was--his own fault!" said Anthea.
"And without even--saying 'Good-bye'!"
"Perhaps he was in a hurry," Anthea suggested.
"Oh dear me, no my dear! I don't believe Mr. Bellew was ever in a hurryin all his life."
"No," said Anthea, giving her pen a vicious bite, "I don't believe heever was; he is always so--hatefully placid, and deliberate!" and here,she bit her pen again.
"Eh, my dear?" exclaimed Miss Priscilla, pausing with her needle inmid-air, "did you say--hatefully?"
"Yes."
"Anthea!"
"I--hate him, Aunt Priscilla!"
"Eh?--My dear!"
"That was why I--sent him away."
"You--sent him away?"
"Yes."
"But--Anthea--why?"
"Oh Aunt Priscilla!--surely you never--believed in the--fortune? Surelyyou guessed it was--_his_ money that paid back the mortgage,--didn'tyou, Aunt,--didn't you?"
"Well, my dear--. But then--he did it so very--tactfully, and--and--Ihad hoped, my dear that--"
"That I should--marry him, and settle the obligation that way, perhaps?"
"Well, yes my dear, I did hope so--"
"Oh!--I'm going to marry--"
"Then why did you send--"
"I'm going to marry Mr. Cassilis--whenever he pleases!"
"Anthea!" The word was a cry, and her needle-work slipped from MissPriscilla's nerveless fingers.
"He asked me to write and tell him if ever I changed my mind--"
"Oh--my dear! my dear!" cried Miss Priscilla reaching out imploringhands, "you never mean it,--you are all distraught to-day--tired, andworn out with worry, and loss of sleep,--wait!"
"Wait!" repeated Anthea bitterly, "for what?"
"To--marry--him! O Anthea! you never mean it? Think,--think what you aredoing."
"I thought of it all last night, Aunt Priscilla, and all this morning,and--I have made up my mind."
"You mean to write--?"
"Yes."
"To tell Mr. Cassilis that you will--marry him?"
"Yes."
But now Miss Priscilla rose, and, next moment, was kneeling besideAnthea's chair.
"Oh my dear!" she pleaded, "you that I love like my own flesh andblood,--don't! Oh Anthea! don't do what can never be undone. Don't giveyour youth and beauty to one who can never--never make you happy,--OhAnthea--!"
"Dear Aunt Priscilla, I would rather marry one I don't love than have tolive beholden all my days to a man that I--hate!" Now, as she spoke,though her embrace was as ready, and her hands as gentle as ever, yetMiss Priscilla saw that her proud face was set, and stern. So, shepresently rose, sighing, and taking her little crutch stick, tappeddolefully away, and left Anthea to write her letter.
And now, hesitating no more, Anthea took up her pen, and wrote,--surelya very short missive for a love-letter. And, when she had folded, andsealed it, she tossed it aside, and laying her arms upon the table, hidher face, with a long, shuddering sigh.
In a little while, she rose, and taking up the letter, went out to findAdam; but remembering that he had gone to Cranbrook with Small Porges,she paused irresolute, and then turned her steps toward the orchard.Hearing voices, she stopped again, and glancing about, espied theSergeant, and Miss Priscilla. She had given both her hands into theSergeant's one, great, solitary fist, and he was looking down at her,and she was looking up at him, and upon the face of each, was a greatand shining joy.
And, seeing all this, Anthea felt herself very lonely all at once, and,turning aside, saw all things through a blur of sudden tears. She waspossessed, also, of a sudden, fierce loathing of the future, a horrorbecause of the promise her letter contained. Nevertheless she was firm,and resolute on her course because of the pride that burned within her.
So thus it was that as the Sergeant presently came striding along on hishomeward way, he was suddenly aware of Miss Anthea standing before him;whereupon he halted, and removing his hat, wished her a"good-afternoon!"
"Sergeant," said she, "will you do something for me?"
"Anything you ask me, Miss Anthea, mam,--ever and always."
"I want you to take this letter to--Mr. Cassilis,--will you?"
The Sergeant hesitated unwontedly, turning his hat about and about inhis hand, finally he put it on, out of the way.
"Will you, Sergeant?"
"Since you ask me--Miss Anthea mam--I will."
"Give it into his own hand."
"Miss Anthea mam--I will."
"Thank you!--here it is, Sergeant." And so she turned, and was gone,leaving the Sergeant staring down at the letter in his hand, and shakinghis head over it.
Anthea walked on hastily, never looking behind, and so, coming back tothe house, threw herself down by the open window, and stared out withunseeing eyes at the roses nodding slumberous heads in thegentle breeze.
So the irrevocable step was taken! She had given her promise to marryCassilis whenever he would, and must abide by it! Too late now, any hopeof retreat, she had deliberately chosen her course, and must followit--to the end.
"Begging your pardon, Miss Anthea mam--!"
She started, and glancing round, espied Adam.
"Oh!--you startled me, Adam,--what is it?"
"Begging your pardon, Miss Anthea, but is it true as Mr. Belloo be goneaway--for good?"
"Yes, Adam."
"Why then all I can say is--as I'm sorry,--ah! mortal sorry I be, an' my'eart, mam, my 'eart likewise gloomy."
"Were you so--fond of him, Adam?"
"Well, Miss Anthea,--considering as he were--the best, good-naturedest,properest kind o' gentleman as ever was; when I tell you as over an'above all this, he could use his fists better than any man as ever Isee,--him having knocked me into a dry ditch, though, to be sure Ilikewise drawed his claret,--begging your pardon, I'm sure, Miss Anthea;all of which happened on account o' me finding him a-sleeping in your'ay, mam;--when I tell you furthermore, as he treated me ever as a man,an' wern't noways above shaking my 'and, or smoking a pipe wi'me--sociable like; when I tell you as he were the finest gentleman, andproperest man as ever I knowed, or heard tell on,--why, I think as theword 'fond' be about the size of it, Miss Anthea mam!" saying which,Adam nodded several times, and bestowed an emphatic backhanded knock tothe crown of his hat.
"You used to sit together very often--under the big apple tree, didn'tyou, Adam?"
"Ah!--many an' many a night, Miss Anthea."
"Did he--ever tell you--much of his--life, Adam?"
"Why yes, Miss Anthea,--told me summat about his travels, told me ashe'd shot lions, an' tigers--away out in India, an' Africa."
"Did he ever mention--"
"Well, Miss Anthea?" said he enquiringly, seeing she had paused.
"Did he ever speak of--the--lady he is going to marry?"
"Lady?" repeated Adam, giving a sudden twist to his hat.
"Yes,--the lady--who lives in London?"
"No, Miss Anthea," answered Adam, screwing his hat tighter, and tighter.
"Why--what do you mean?"
"I mean--as there never was no lady, Miss Anthea,--neither up to Lonnon,nor nowhere's else, as I ever heard on."
"But--oh Adam!--you--told me--"
"Ah!--for sure I told ye, but it were a lie, Miss Anthea,--leastways, itweren't the truth. Ye see, I were afraid as you'd refuse to take themoney for the furnitur' unless I made ye believe as he wanted ituncommon bad. So I up an' told ye as he'd bought it all on account o'him being matrimonially took wi' a young lady up to Lonnon--"
"And then--
you went to--him, and warned him--told him of the story youhad invented?"
"I did, Miss Anthea; at first, I thought as he were going to up an' giveme one for myself, but, arterwards he took it very quiet, an' told me asI'd done quite right, an' agreed to play the game. An' that's all aboutit, an' glad I am as it be off my mind at last. Ah' now, Miss Antheamam, seeing you're that rich--wi' Master Georgy's fortun',--why you canpay back for the furnitur'--if so be you're minded to. An' I hope as youagree wi' me as I done it all for the best, Miss Anthea?"
Here, Adam unscrewed his hat, and knocked out the wrinkles against hisknee, which done, he glanced at Anthea:
"Why--what is it, Miss Anthea?"
"Nothing, Adam,--I haven't slept well, lately--that's all"
"Ah, well!--you'll be all right again now,--we all shall,--now themortgage be paid off,--shan't we, Miss Anthea?"
"Yes, Adam."
"We 'ad a great day--over to Cranbrook, Master Georgy an' me, he be inthe kitchen now, wi' Prudence--a-eating of bread an' jam. Good-night,Miss Anthea mam, if you should be wanting me again I shall be in thestables,--Good-night, Miss Anthea!" So, honest, well-meaning Adamtouched his forehead with a square-ended finger, and trudged away. ButAnthea sat there, very still, with drooping head, and vacant eyes.
And so it was done, the irrevocable step had been taken; she had givenher promise! So now, having chosen her course, she must followit--to the end.
For, in Arcadia, it would seem that a promise is still a sacred thing.
Now, in a while, lifting her eyes, they encountered those of the smilingCavalier above the mantel. Then, as she looked, she stretched out herarms with a sudden yearning gesture:
"Oh!" she whispered, "if I were only--just a picture, like you."
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