A Woman-Hater [141]
would it not?"
Zoe replied, haughtily, "You have no right to say you have a rival; how dare you? Besides," said she, a little ruefully, "it is you who are on your defense, not me."
"True; I forgot that. Recrimination is not convenient, is it?"
"I can escape it by shutting the window," said Zoe, coldly.
"Oh, don't do that. Let me have the bliss of seeing you, and I will submit to a good deal of injustice without a murmur."
"The detective?" said Zoe, sternly.
"I sent for him, and gave him his instructions, and he is gone for me to Homburg."
"Ah! I thought so. What for?"
"About my money. To try and find out whether they mean to keep it."
"Would you really take it if they would give it you?"
"Of course I would."
"Yet you know my mind about it."
"I know you forbade me to go for it in person: and I obeyed you, did I not?"
"Yes, you did--at the time."
"I do now. You object to my going in person to Homburg. You know I was once acquainted with that lady, and you feel about her a little of what I feel about Lord Uxmoor; about a tenth part of what I feel, I suppose, and with not one-tenth so much reason. Well, I know what the pangs of jealousy are: I will never inflict them on you, as you have on me. But I _will_ have my money, whether you like or not."
Zoe looked amazed at being defied. It was new to her. She drew up, but said nothing.
Severne went on: "And I will tell you why: because without money I cannot have you. My circumstances have lately improved; with my money that lies in Homburg I can now clear my family estate of all incumbrance, and come to your brother for your hand. Oh, I shall be a very bad match even then, but I shall not be a pauper, nor a man in debt. I shall be one of your own class, as I was born--a small landed gentleman with an unencumbered estate."
"That is not the way to my affection. I do not care for money."
"But other people do. Dear Zoe, you have plenty of pride yourself; you must let me have a little. Deeply as I love you, I could not come to your brother and say, 'Give me your sister, and maintain us both.' No, Zoe, I cannot ask your hand till I have cleared my estate; and I cannot clear it without that money. For once I must resist you, and take my chance. There is wealth and a title offered you. I won't ask you to dismiss them and take a pauper. If you don't like me to try for my own money, give your hand to Lord Uxmoor; then I shall recall my detective, and let all go; for poverty or wealth will matter nothing to me: I shall have lost the angel I love: and she once loved me."
He faltered, and the sad cadence of his voice melted her. She began to cry. He turned his head away and cried too.
There was a silence. Zoe broke it first.
"Edward," said she, softly.
"Zoe!"
"You need not defy me. I would not humiliate you for all the world. Will it comfort you to know that I have been very unhappy ever since you lowered yourself so? I will try and accept your explanation."
He clasped his hands with gratitude.
"Edward, will you grant me a favor?"
"Can you ask?"
"It is to have a little more confidence in one who-- Now you must obey me implicitly, and perhaps we may both be happier to-morrow night than we are to-night. Directly after breakfast take your hat and walk to Hillstoke. You can call on Miss Gale, if you like, and say something civil."
"What! go and leave you alone with Lord Uxmoor?"
"Yes."
"Ah, Zoe, you know your power. Have a little mercy."
"Perhaps I may have a great deal--if you obey me."
"I _will_ obey you."
"Then go to bed this minute."
She gave him a heavenly smile, and closed the window.
Next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Ned Severne said, "Any messages for Hillstoke? I am going to walk up there this morning."
"Embrace my virago for me," said Vizard.
Severne begged to be excused.
He hurried off, and Lord Uxmoor felt a certain relief.
The Master of Arts asked himself what he could do to propitiate the female M. D. He went to the gardener and got him to cut a huge
Zoe replied, haughtily, "You have no right to say you have a rival; how dare you? Besides," said she, a little ruefully, "it is you who are on your defense, not me."
"True; I forgot that. Recrimination is not convenient, is it?"
"I can escape it by shutting the window," said Zoe, coldly.
"Oh, don't do that. Let me have the bliss of seeing you, and I will submit to a good deal of injustice without a murmur."
"The detective?" said Zoe, sternly.
"I sent for him, and gave him his instructions, and he is gone for me to Homburg."
"Ah! I thought so. What for?"
"About my money. To try and find out whether they mean to keep it."
"Would you really take it if they would give it you?"
"Of course I would."
"Yet you know my mind about it."
"I know you forbade me to go for it in person: and I obeyed you, did I not?"
"Yes, you did--at the time."
"I do now. You object to my going in person to Homburg. You know I was once acquainted with that lady, and you feel about her a little of what I feel about Lord Uxmoor; about a tenth part of what I feel, I suppose, and with not one-tenth so much reason. Well, I know what the pangs of jealousy are: I will never inflict them on you, as you have on me. But I _will_ have my money, whether you like or not."
Zoe looked amazed at being defied. It was new to her. She drew up, but said nothing.
Severne went on: "And I will tell you why: because without money I cannot have you. My circumstances have lately improved; with my money that lies in Homburg I can now clear my family estate of all incumbrance, and come to your brother for your hand. Oh, I shall be a very bad match even then, but I shall not be a pauper, nor a man in debt. I shall be one of your own class, as I was born--a small landed gentleman with an unencumbered estate."
"That is not the way to my affection. I do not care for money."
"But other people do. Dear Zoe, you have plenty of pride yourself; you must let me have a little. Deeply as I love you, I could not come to your brother and say, 'Give me your sister, and maintain us both.' No, Zoe, I cannot ask your hand till I have cleared my estate; and I cannot clear it without that money. For once I must resist you, and take my chance. There is wealth and a title offered you. I won't ask you to dismiss them and take a pauper. If you don't like me to try for my own money, give your hand to Lord Uxmoor; then I shall recall my detective, and let all go; for poverty or wealth will matter nothing to me: I shall have lost the angel I love: and she once loved me."
He faltered, and the sad cadence of his voice melted her. She began to cry. He turned his head away and cried too.
There was a silence. Zoe broke it first.
"Edward," said she, softly.
"Zoe!"
"You need not defy me. I would not humiliate you for all the world. Will it comfort you to know that I have been very unhappy ever since you lowered yourself so? I will try and accept your explanation."
He clasped his hands with gratitude.
"Edward, will you grant me a favor?"
"Can you ask?"
"It is to have a little more confidence in one who-- Now you must obey me implicitly, and perhaps we may both be happier to-morrow night than we are to-night. Directly after breakfast take your hat and walk to Hillstoke. You can call on Miss Gale, if you like, and say something civil."
"What! go and leave you alone with Lord Uxmoor?"
"Yes."
"Ah, Zoe, you know your power. Have a little mercy."
"Perhaps I may have a great deal--if you obey me."
"I _will_ obey you."
"Then go to bed this minute."
She gave him a heavenly smile, and closed the window.
Next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Ned Severne said, "Any messages for Hillstoke? I am going to walk up there this morning."
"Embrace my virago for me," said Vizard.
Severne begged to be excused.
He hurried off, and Lord Uxmoor felt a certain relief.
The Master of Arts asked himself what he could do to propitiate the female M. D. He went to the gardener and got him to cut a huge