Heartsease; Or, The Brother's Wife Part 53

'But, do you really mean it?' said Violet, looking from one to the other, as Percy's hand seemed to claim the same welcome from her.

'Indeed, I do,' said Percy, earnestly. 'O, how glad John will be!' was her congratulation.

'So, I must say nothing about the gray,' proceeded Arthur. 'What is it some one says about Cupid's steeds? I vow I will call her Psyche, if it is only to make Theodora savage!'

'Where is your father?' said Percy.

'With John. That was where I heard it.' Then, as Percy was leaving the room, 'Well, you are a bold man! I hope you mean to kill the cat on the wedding-day. That is all.'

'I am obliged for your experience,' said Percy.

'If you make her like this one by the end of a year--'

'O, hush, Arthur!'

Percy hastened from the room. Violet could not recover from her astonishment. 'Could Lord Martindale actually have consented?'

'Makes no difficulty at all. He has grown wiser since poor John's time.

I have taught him one may be trusted to choose for oneself.'

'But your aunt?'

'Ah! there is nothing she hates like a Fotheringham; but she has not the power over my father she once had. She will have to take up with us for very spite. But what they are to live on I do not know, unless my father keeps them.'

'I thought he was heir to a baronetcy.'

'Yes; but there is a half-witted son of old Sir Antony in the way, who will keep Percy out of the property for the term of his natural life, as well as if he was a wise man.'

After luncheon, Violet had a message from John to ask for a visit from her. She found him on the sofa in the sitting-room, apparently oppressed and uncomfortable; but he looked brightened by her entrance, and pleased when she offered to stay and read to him.

'The very thing I have been figuring to myself as most agreeable. I don't want to talk or think. I have been overdoing both.'

So she had to repress her curiosity, and give him the repose of her pleasant reading, till he dropped asleep; and after waiting some time, in the fear of awakening him, she gently left the room, and had time for another visit to the lodge, where she fell in with the lovers, and found them disputing about the cotton umbrella. Percy announced that he should give his own in exchange, and retain it for ever, as a trophy of what could be accomplished with both horse and woman. Theodora was a little cross. If he wished to keep it out of sentiment, that was all very well; but to give it the turn of glorying over her was displeasing. He wanted to make her confess that she had submitted to its shelter.

'No, you only walked by me, and held it up.'

'I appeal to you, Mrs. Martindale. Is not that the popular view of being under an umbrella?'

Theodora would not speak, and Violet thought him wrong in teasing her.

Silence ensued, but ended in his saying, as they came to the steps, 'Well, Theodora, shall I restore the umbrella as a hated object?'

'No, no,' said she; 'do what you please with it, only don't talk nonsense about it.'

Then, when Violet was gone,--'You must not triumph over me, Percy; I cannot bear it. If it is pride, have patience with me.'

'I should have asked you to forgive me,' said Percy, affected by the tone of humility.

'No, no, indeed!' said Theodora, smiling; 'but I warn you, my serpent is dealt with more safely by treading on it than by irritating it,' and there was an indignant gleam in her dark eye. 'Now I am going to tell my aunt.'

'I would wish you well through it; but I believe you are eager for the battle. Only let me say one thing, Theodora--be forbearing, or you will be fostering the enemy.'

'I can deal with her,' said Theodora.

But she was met in a manner she had not expected. Mrs. Nesbit beckoned her to her side, laid her hand on hers, and peered up in her face with witch-like eyes, that disconcerted her usually ready speech, and called up a blush.

'I see,' said Mrs. Nesbit. 'I do not blame you for the fault of your father and brother. I knew how it would be.'

'Has mamma told you?' said Theodora. 'Papa promised that I should be the first to tell!'

'Your mamma does not know what will mortify her so extremely.'

'Then how have you heard it?'

'I have seen it. I knew what you had to tell from the instant you entered. And your father has given you his consent?' raising her hand, as if to say, 'I give up all hopes of him.'

'Yes, he highly approves.'

Here Lady Martindale came into the room.

'You need not be vexed, my dear,' began Mrs. Nesbit. 'It will not be made public, and there will be no harm done.'

'What will not, dear aunt? you alarm me.'

'This foolish affair into which Lord Martindale and John have drawn this poor child.'

'Aunt! aunt!' cried Theodora, 'you do not know what you say. It is of my own free will--uninfluenced. I would choose him, and hold fast to him through worlds of opposition.'

'Yes, yes; we understand all that,' said Mrs. Nesbit, with a contemptuous accent; 'but as it cannot be at once, you will soon have enough of that overbearing temper. At twenty, there is plenty of time to get over such an affair, and form a more suitable connection.'

'Never!' cried Theodora.

'What, my dear!' said astonished Lady Martindale. 'You engaged, and you have not told me!'

'Only since yesterday, mamma. He spoke to papa only this morning.'

'But who is it? Nothing that your aunt disapproves, I trust, my dear.'

'Percy Fotheringham,' said Theodora, standing firm, and exulting in defiance; but her aunt continued that same provoking disregard.

'Yes, you see it is of no use to oppose her. For my part, I think her papa has acted wisely in permitting the engagement. Contradiction would embellish her hero; while, left to him, she will soon find him out. I do not concern myself, for Miss Martindale can get over a little matter of this kind.'

'It is of no use to make protestations,' said Theodora; and she left the room much more annoyed than she could have been by the violent opposition for which she was prepared. Cool contempt was beyond everything irritating, especially where reply was impossible, and argument undignified.

Mrs. Nesbit continued to behave as if the engagement did not exist, and Violet could not suppose her informed of it. Lady Martindale looked melancholy and distressed, especially after having been with John, whom, however, she declared to be better, and desirous of seeing his sister.

Theodora went to him, but remained a very short time.

Violet ventured in with his mother, to wish him good night, and he thanked her warmly for having read him to sleep. 'When I am laid up again, you will know where to find a nurse for me,' added he to his mother; a speech which obtained for Violet a positively cordial and affectionate good night from Lady Martindale.