Barren Honour: A NovelLawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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Barren Honour: A Novel
Lawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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"Thank you, very much. But it is hardly worth while to go through all
the advantages of the alliance; I have had a full and complete catalogue
of them already. They chose Max for an ambassador, and I assure you he
discharged his duties quite conscientiously, and did not spare me a
single detail; he was nearly eloquent sometimes; and I never saw him so
near enthusiasm as when he described the Clydesdale diamonds. He made me
understand too, very plainly, that the fortunes of our family depended a
good deal upon me. Did you know that we are absolutely ruined, and have
hardly a right, now, to call Dene ours?"
Ah, woe and dishonour! Is it Helen's voice that is speaking? Have twelve
months changed the frank, impulsive girl into a calculating, worldly
woman, a pupil that her own mother might be proud of? For all the
emotion or interest she betrays, she might be a princess, wooed by
proxy, to be the bride of a king whom she has never seen.
Some such thoughts as these rushed across Maud Brabazon's mind, as she
listened; great fear and pity rose up in her kind heart, till her eyes
could scarcely refrain from tears.
"I had heard something of this," she said, sadly; "though I did not know
things were so desperate. There are a hundred arguments that would urge
you to say--Yes, and only two or three to make you say--No. It is
absolutely the most brilliant match in England. You will have the most
perfect establishment that ever was dreamt of, and we shall all envy you
intensely; it has been contemplated for you, and you have expected the
proposal yourself for months; I know all that. Yesterday--I should not
have thought it probable you could hesitate; to-day--I do beg and pray
you to pause. I think you will be in great danger if you marry the Earl.
Have you deceived yourself into believing that you love him?"
"I don't deceive myself; and I have never deceived him. He is ready and
willing to take what I can give, and expects no more, I am certain. I do
not love Lord Clydesdale; and I am not even sure that we shall suit each
other. But he is anxious to make the trial, and I--am content. I know
that I shall try honestly to do my duty as his wife, if he will let me.
That is all. Time works wonders, they say; it may do something for us
both."
Still the same slow, distinct utterance; the same formal, constrained
manner; as if she were repeating a lesson thoroughly learnt by rote.
Maud Brabazon was only confirmed in her purpose to persevere to the
uttermost in her warning.
"I have no right to advise," she said; "and moral preaching comes with
an ill grace, I dare say, from my foolish lips. But indeed--indeed--I
only speak because I like you sincerely, and I would save you if I
could. One may deceive oneself about the past, as well as the future.
Are you sure that you can forget? Are you sure that an old love has not
the mastery still? Helen, if I were your mother I would not trust you."
The girl's cheek flushed brightly--less in confusion than in anger.
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