"Miss Bedford," he said, "I am an old and prejudiced man; proud of my
wealth, proud of my estate, proud of my position in the county. I have,
too, an only son, whose life and future are dearer to me than my own.
For many years past my sole hope has been that he would form some
attachment to a lady of his own rank in society; one who should be to
him a loving wife--to me a daughter in whom I could feel pride."
"Hear me out," he continued, rising and standing before Ella, in almost
a piteous and pleading attitude, while Mrs Brandon sank upon her knees
by the fair girl's side, and placing one hand around her, took Ella's
with the other.
"Hear me out," said Sir Philip; "and forgive me if my words sound harsh
and cruel. On an unfortunate day he beheld you--fair, beautiful, as was
his sainted mother--a woman to be seen but to be loved; and though I
came here hot and angered against you, I tell you frankly that I am weak
and disarmed. Had it been some proud scheming woman, I could have
acted; but I find you sweet, gentle, pure-hearted, and one who gains the
good word and love of all with whom you come in contact. He tells me
boldly that he loves you. I do not ask you if you love him. No one
could know his frank honest heart without giving him their love. But I
ask you, hoping that any affection you may bear him may be slight, to
make some sacrifice for his sake--for my sake--the sake of an old man
who will give you his blessing. You must esteem him, even if you do not
love. Think, then, of his prospects--think of his position. You see I
humble myself, for his sake, to plead to you--to implore that this may
go no farther. I came as a last hope; for I find that he has sought you
out--that he will be here again to-day."
"He here to-day!" exclaimed Ella, starting, her wounds reopened by the
cruel ordeal she was called upon to suffer. Then calmly rising, she
stood before the old man, looking down at his feet, as, clearly and
distinctly, she said, "Sir Philip Vining--his father!--I love him too
well--with too pure a love--a love that I dare here avow to you--to
wrong him either in thought or deed! I have told him it is impossible;
I have avoided--I have fled from him. I have done all that woman can do
to prove to him that we are separated by a gulf that cannot be crossed.
I came here seeking rest and peace; but it was not to be: and in a few
days I will go--go somewhere where he shall see me no more! You need
not fear for me. I would not listen to him--I will not listen to him;
and I thought that all that was at an end. It is nothing!" she said
with a gasp, turning with a smile to Mrs Brandon. "I think I am weak.
I wish to be alone. Sir Philip Vining will excuse me perhaps; but I
have had much trouble lately. Thanks; I am better now!"
She tried to withdraw her hand; but Sir Philip took it, and raised it to
his lips.
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