Cecilia’s reveries fled like columns of mist before the gale when
tidings reached her of a positive rupture between Lord Avonley and
Nevil Beauchamp, and of the mandate to him to quit possession of
Holdesbury and the London house within a certain number of days,
because of his refusal to utter an apology to Mrs. Culling. Angrily on
his behalf she prepared to humble herself to him. Louise
Wardour-Devereux brought them to a meeting, at which Cecilia, with her
heart in her hand, was icy. Mr. Lydiard, prompted by Mrs. Devereux,
gave him better reasons for her singular coldness than Cecilia could
give to herself, and some time afterward Beauchamp went to Mount
Laurels, where Colonel Halkett mounted guard over his daughter, and
behaved, to her thinking, cruelly. “Now you have ruined yourself
there’s nothing ahead for you but to go to the Admiralty and apply for
a ship,” he said, sugaring the unkindness with the remark that the
country would be the gainer. He let fly a side-shot at London men
calling themselves military men who sought to repair their fortunes by
chasing wealthy widows, and complimented Beauchamp: “You’re not one of
that sort.”
Cecilia looked at Beauchamp stedfastly. “Speak,” said the look.
But he, though not blind, was keenly wounded.
“Money I must have,” he said, half to the colonel, half to himself.
Colonel Halkett shrugged. Cecilia waited for a directness in
Beauchamp’s eyes.
Her father was too wary to leave them.
Cecilia’s intuition told her that by leading to a discussion of
politics, and adopting Beauchamp’s views, she could kindle him. Why did
she refrain? It was that the conquered young lady was a captive, not an
ally. To touch the subject in cold blood, voluntarily to launch on
those vexed waters, as if his cause were her heart’s, as much as her
heart was the man’s, she felt to be impossible. He at the same time
felt that the heiress, endowing him with money to speed the good cause,
should be his match in ardour for it, otherwise he was but a common
adventurer, winning and despoiling an heiress.
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