The Maid of Maiden Lane by Amelia E. Barr (free novels to read TXT) 📗

among some lighter branches, which a servant had just brought in. At his entrance he had also given Annie a letter, which she was eagerly reading. Hyde had no speculation about it; and even when he found Annie regarding him with her whole soul in her face, he failed to understand, as he always had done, the noble love which had been so long and so faithfully his—a love holding itself above endearments; self-repressed, self-sacrificing, kept down in the inmost heart-chamber a dignified prisoner behind very real bars. Yet he was conscious that the letter was of more than usual interest, and when the servant had closed the door behind him, he asked, “Whom is your letter from, Annie? It seems to please you very much.”

She leaned forward to him with the paper in her little trembling hand, and said,

“It is from Cornelia.”

“My God!” he ejaculated; and the words were fraught with such feeling, as could have found no other vehicle of expression.

“She has sent you, dear George, a copy of the letter you ought to have received more than two years ago. Read it.”

His eyes ran rapidly over the sweet words, his face flamed, his hands trembled, he cried out impetuously—

“But what does it mean? Am I quite in my senses? How has this letter been delayed? Why do I get only a copy?”

“Because Mr. Van Ariens has the original.”

“It is all incredible. What do you mean, Annie? Do not keep me in such torturing suspense.”

“It means that Mr. Van Ariens asked Cornelia to marry him on the same day that you wrote to her about your marriage. She answered both letters in the same hour, and misdirected them.”

“GOD’S DEATH! How can I punish so mean a scoundrel? I will have my letter from him, if I follow him round the world for it.”

“You have your letter now. I asked Cornelia to write it again for you; and you see she has done it gladly.”

“Angel of goodness! But I will have my first letter.”

“It has been in that man’s keeping for more than two years. I would not touch it. ‘Twould infect a gentleman, and make of him a rascal just as base.”

“He shall write me then an apology in his own blood. I will make him do it, at the point of my sword.”

“If I were you, I would scorn to wet my sword in blood so base.”

“Remember, Annie, what this darling girl suffered. For his treachery she nearly died. I speak not of my own wrong—it is as nothing to hers.”

“However, she might have been more careful.”

“Annie, she was in the happy hurry of love. Your calm soul knows not what a confusing thing that is—she made a mistake, and that sneaking villain turned her mistake into a crime. By a God’s mercy, it is found out—but how? Annie! Annie, how much I owe you! What can I say? What can I do?”

“Be reasonable. Mary Damer really found it out. His guilty restless conscience forced him to tell her the story, though to be sure he put the wrong on people he did not name. But I knew so much of the mystery of your love sorrow, as to put the two stories together, and find them fit. Then I wrote to Cornelia.”

“How long ago?”

“About two months.”

“Why then did you not give me hope ere this?”

“I would not give you hope, till hope was certain. Two years is a long time in a girl’s life. It was a possible thing for Cornelia to have forgotten—to have changed.”

“Impossible! Quite impossible! She could not forget. She could not change. Why did you not tell me? I should have known her heart by mine own.”

“I wished to be sure,” repeated Annie, a little sadly.

“Forgive me, dear Annie. But this news throws me into an unspeakable condition. You see that I must leave for America at once.”

“No. I do not see that, George.”

“But if you consider—”

“I have been considering for two months. Let me decide for you now, for you are not able to do so wisely. Write at once to Cornelia, that is your duty as well as your pleasure. But before you go to her, there are things indispensable to be done. Will you ask Doctor Moran for his child, and not be able to show him that you can care for her as she deserves to be cared for? Lawyers will not be hurried, there will be consultations, and engrossings, and signings, and love—in your case—will have to wait upon law.”

“‘Tis hard for love, and harder perhaps for anger to wait. For I am in a passion of wrath at Van Ariens. I long to be near him. Oh what suffering his envy and hatred have caused others!”

“And himself also. Be sure of that, or he had not tried to find some ease in a kind of confession. Doctor Roslyn will tell you that it is an eternal law, that wherever sin is, sorrow will answer it.”

“The man is hateful to me.”

“He has done a thing that makes him hateful; but perhaps for all that, he has been so miserable about it, as to have the pity of the Uncondemning One. I hear your father coming. I am sure you will have his sympathy in all things.”

She left the room as the Earl entered it. He was in unusually high spirits. Some political news had delighted him, and without noticing his son’s excitement he said—

“The Commons have taken things in their own hands, George. I said they would. They listen to the King and the Lords very respectfully, and then obey themselves. Most of the men in the Lower House are unfit to enter it.”

“Well, sir, the Lords as a rule send them there—you have sent three of them yourself—and unfit men in public places, suppose prior unfitness in those who have the places to dispose of. But the government is not interesting. I have something else, father, to think about.”

“Indeed, I think the government is extremely interesting. It is very like three horses arranged in tandem fashion—first, you know, the King, a little out of the reach of the whip; then the Lords follow the King, and the Commons are in the shafts, a more ignoble position, but yet—as we see to-day, possessing a special power of upsetting the coach.”

“Father, I have very important news from America. Will you listen to it?”

“Yes, if you will tell it to me straight, and not blunder about your meaning.” “Sir, I have just discovered that a letter sent to me more than two years ago, has been knowingly and purposely detained from me.”

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