"He says it is impossible for him to come tonight," said Maimie, putting the note into her bosom.
"Huh!" grunted Harry, and flung out of the room.
Immediately Maimie pulled out the note.
"Oh, auntie," she cried, "I am so miserable; Ranald is not coming and he says--there read it." She hurriedly thrust the note into Mrs. Murray's hands, and Mrs. Murray, opening it, read:
MY DEAR MAIMIE: It is impossible for me to go to you tonight.
Your father and I have had a difference so serious that I can never enter his house again, but I am writing now to tell you what Imeant to tell you to-night. I love you, Maimie. I love you with all my heart and soul. I have loved you since the night I pulled you from the fire.
"Maimie," said Mrs. Murray, handing her back the note, "I do not think you ought to give me this. That is too sacred for any eyes but your own.""Oh, I know, auntie, but what can I do? I am so sorry for Ranald!
What shall I do, auntie?"
"My dear child, in this neither I nor any one can advise you. You must be true to yourself.""Oh, I wish I knew what to do!" cried Maimie. "He wants me to tell him--" Maimie paused, her face once more covered with blushes, "and I do not know what to say!""What does your heart say, Maimie?" said Mrs. Murray, quietly.
"Oh, auntie, I am so miserable!"
"But, Maimie," continued her aunt, "in this matter, as I said before, you must be true to yourself. Do you love Ranald?""Oh, auntie, I cannot tell," cried Maimie, putting her face in her hands.
"If Ranald were De Lacy would you love him?"
"Oh yes, yes, how happy I would be!"
Then Mrs. Murray rose. "Maimie, dear," she said, and her voice was very gentle but very firm, "let me speak to you for your dear mother's sake. Do not deceive yourself. Do not give your life for anything but love. Ranald is a noble man and he will be a great man some day, and I love him as my own son, but I would not have you give yourself to him unless you truly loved him." She did not mention De Lacy's name nor utter a word in comparison of the two, but listening to her voice, Maimie knew only too well whither her love had gone.
"Oh, auntie," she cried, "I cannot bear it!"
"Yes, Maimie dear, you can bear to do the right, for there is One in whose strength we can do all things."Before Maimie could reply her Aunt Frances came in.
"It is dinner-time," she announced, "and your father has just come in, Maimie, and we must have dinner over at once."Maimie rose, and going to the glass, smoothed back her hair. Her Aunt Frances glanced at her face and then at Mrs. Murray, and as if fearing Maimie's reply, went on hurriedly, "You must look your very best to-night, and even better to-morrow," she said, smiling, significantly. She came and put her hands on Maimie's shoulders, and kissing her, said: "Have you told your Aunt Murray who is coming to-morrow? I am sure I'm very thankful, my dear, you will be very happy. It is an excellent match. Half the girls in town will be wild with envy. He has written a very manly letter to your father, and I am sure he is a noble fellow, and he has excellent prospects. But we must hurry down to dinner," she said, turning to Mrs. Murray, who with a look of sadness on her pale face, left the room without a word.
"Ranald is not coming," said Maimie, when her Aunt Murray had gone.
"Indeed, from what your father says," cried Aunt Frank, indignantly, "I do not very well see how he could. He has been most impertinent.""You are not to say that, Aunt Frank," cried Maimie. "Ranald could not be impertinent, and I will not hear it." Her tone was so haughty and fierce that Aunt Frank thought it wiser to pursue this subject no further.
"Well," she said, as she turned to leave the room, "I'm very glad he has the grace to keep away tonight. He has always struck me as a young man of some presumption."When the door closed upon her Maimie tore the note from her bosom and pressed it again and again to her lips: "Oh, Ranald, Ranald,"she cried, "I love you! I love you! Oh, why can it not be? Oh, Icannot--I cannot give him up!" She threw herself upon her knees and laid her face in the bed. In a few minutes there came a tap at the door, and her Aunt Frances's voice was heard, "Maimie, your father has gone down; we must not delay." The tone was incisive and matter-of-fact. It said to Maimie, "Now let's have no nonsense. Be a sensible woman of the world." Maimie rose from her knees. Hastily removing all traces of tears from her face, and glancing in the glass, she touched the little ringlets into place and went down to dinner.
It was a depressing meal. Mr. St. Clair was irritable; Harry perplexed and sullen; Maimie nervously talkative. Mrs. Murray was heroically holding herself in command, but the look of pain in her eyes and the pathetic tremor on her lips belied the brave smiles and cheerful words with which she seconded Aunt Frank.
After dinner the company separated, for there were still preparations to make for the evening. As Mrs. Murray was going to her room, she met Harry in the hall with his hat on.
"Where are you going, Harry?"
"Anywhere," he growled, fiercely, "to get out of this damnable hypocrisy! Pardon me, Aunt Murray, I can't help it, it IS damnable, and a whole lot of them are in it!"Then Mrs. Murray came, and laying her hand on his arm, said:
"Don't go, Harry; don't leave me; I want some one; come upstairs."Harry stood looking at the sweet face, trying to smile so bravely in spite of the tremulous lips.
"You are a dear, brave little woman," he said, hanging up his hat, "and I'll be hanged if I don't stay by you. Come along upstairs."He stooped, and lifting her in his arms in spite of her laughing protests, carried her upstairs to her room. When they came down to the party they both looked braver and stronger.
