It was not the first time Master Conrad had disparaged, by implication,
his father’s great acquirements. To me it seemed scarcely graceful, and
very far from dutiful, but many of my sentiments are dreadfully
old-fashioned. An awkward pause ensued; how could I answer without
condemning one or the other? Though I could not quite acquit Conrad, my
heart was entirely with him, for I had long been aware that he was not
happy at home. There he stood, with an angry countenance, having
declined the chair I had offered him. Suddenly he took both my hands and
looked me full in the face, though his eyes were glistening. I gazed
full at him, with vague apprehensions rising. How or why, I know not,
but at that very moment my hair, which is always a trouble to me, fell
in a mass down my cheeks and neck. He started back, but still held my
hands.
"I am made certain that I have seen you long ago. I will think, I will
think."
I saw at once how it was, the fear on my face reminded him. I meant to
tell him some day, but I never meant him to find out. Scorning myself
for a hypocrite, I looked stedfastly at him and smiled.
"You will forgive me, Miss Valence, you know that I would not use a
freedom."
He saw in my eyes that I knew it, and dropped my hands, and went on.
"You will think me the weakest in mind and most wicked, but I am most
unhappy."
I started in turn, and how I longed to console him. What use is pride if
it cannot even command one’s eyes?
"It is to me a disgrace to come to you with my troubles. But I do it
from no unmanly temper. I do it alone for the sake of my precious
sister Isola. I have no longer any one whom I dare to love but her, and
now I am compelled to abandon her at the last."
"Do you mean to be long away?" This I managed to ask pretty well,
though it was sore work.
"I shall not be away from London, but I shall be departed from Isola.
The house where she lives I am no more to visit. A long time I have
gone there only a little, and alone to see her. She is ordered now to
come no more to me. This day I spoke very violently. But I will not
detain you with that. I will confess I did wrong; but I was richly
provoked. My object in burdening you is double:--First to implore you,
if I may without using liberty, to endure well with the Professor, lest
she should be interdicted from coming to visit you, and then she would
have no one remaining to love her. Second to ask, a thing that I
hesitate because I cannot narrate to you all things, whether you would
indulge me, if there is no wrong, to come now and then to see my own and
my only sister."
"Of course you do not mean without her father’s knowledge."
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