Mrs.Ellmother looked into the parlor."I told you Mr.Mirabel would call again,"she announced."Here he is.""Has he asked to see me?"
"He leaves it entirely to you."
For a moment,and a moment only,Emily was undecided."Show him in,"she said.
Mirabel's embarrassment was visible the moment he entered the room.For the first time in his life--in the presence of a woman--the popular preacher was shy.He who had taken hundreds of fair hands with sympathetic pressure--he who had offered fluent consolation,abroad and at home,to beauty in distress--was conscious of a rising color,and was absolutely at a loss for words when Emily received him.And yet,though he appeared at disadvantage--and,worse still,though he was aware of it himself--there was nothing contemptible in his look and manner.
His silence and confusion revealed a change in him which inspired respect.Love had developed this spoiled darling of foolish congregations,this effeminate pet of drawing-rooms and boudoirs,into the likeness of a Man--and no woman,in Emily's position,could have failed to see that it was love which she herself had inspired.
Equally ill at ease,they both took refuge in the commonplace phrases suggested by the occasion.These exhausted there was a pause.Mirabel alluded to Cecilia,as a means of continuing the conversation.
"Have you seen Miss Wyvil?"he inquired.
"She was here last night;and I expect to see her again to-day before she returns to Monksmoor with her father.Do you go back with them?""Yes--if youdo."
"I remain in London."
"Then I remain in London,too."
The strong feeling that was in him had forced its way to expression at last.In happier days--when she had persistently refused to let him speak to her seriously--she would have been ready with a light-hearted reply.She was silent now.Mirabel pleaded with her not to misunderstand him,by an honest confession of his motives which presented him under a new aspect.
The easy plausible man,who had hardly ever seemed to be in earnest before--meant,seriously meant,what he said now.
"May I try to explain myself?"he asked.
"Certainly,if you wish it."
"Pray,don't suppose me capable,"Mirabel said earnestly,"of presuming to pay you an idle compliment.I cannot think of you,alone and in trouble,without feeling anxiety which can only be relieved in one way--I must be near enough to hear of you,day by day.Not by repeating this visit!Unless you wish it,I will not again cross the threshold of your door.Mrs.Ellmother will tell me if your mind is more at ease;Mrs.Ellmother will tell me if there is any new trial of your fortitude.She needn't even mention that I have been speaking to her at the door;and she may be sure,and you may be sure,that I shall ask no inquisitive questions.I can feel for you in your misfortune,without wishing to know what that misfortune is.If I can ever be of the smallest use,think of me as your other servant.Say to Mrs.Ellmother,'Iwant him'--and say no more."
Where is the woman who could have resisted such devotion as this--inspired,truly inspired,by herself?Emily's eyes softened as she answered him.
"You little know how your kindness touches me,"she said.
"Don't speak of my kindness until you have put me to the proof,"he interposed."Can a friend (such a friend as I am,I mean)be of any use?""Of the greatest use if I could feel justified in trying you.""I entreat you to try me!"
"But,Mr.Mirabel,you don't know what I am thinking of.""I don't want to know."
"I may be wrong.My friends all say I amwrong.""I don't care what your friends say;I don't care about any earthly thing but your tranquillity.Does your dog ask whether you are right or wrong?I am your dog.I think of You,and Ithink of nothing else."
