"Tendency to laughter is hereditary with me," she said. "I cannot help it. I am afraid that I have no talent for sentiment. The only matter I find for surprise is why you should have selected such a very unsuitable character as myself for your confidante. I cannot say what may be in store for me, but I do not remember that any love affair ever possessed the least interest for me yet."
"You should have a love affair, as you call it, Lady Studleigh, in Italy, where the air is poetry, and the wind music."
"Papa," said Lady Studleigh to the earl, who was just passing her chair, "do you hear Lord Vivianne's advice?"
"No, my dear; but I do not doubt that it is good."
"He tells me to go to Italy to learn a lesson in love. That is a sorry compliment to England and the English, is it not?"
CHAPTER LXVII
A QUIET WEDDING ADVOCATED
"What did that little note mean, Doris?" asked Earle, with a smile. "You see that I obeyed you implicitly."
Even as he spoke he stood still, lost in admiration of the beautiful picture before him.
Although it was summer there was a bright little fire in the silver grate, the lamps were lighted, but lowered, so that the room was filled with a soft light; the hangings of rich rose silk were drawn, the long mirrors reflected the light, the flowers filled the air with perfume, and in the very heart of the rich crimson light sat the Lady Doris. She was half-buried in a nest of crimson velvet, the firelight had caught the gleam of her jewels, the sheen of the golden hair, the light in her eyes, the white dress: it seemed to shine above all on the white jeweled hands, that lay carelessly clasped on her knee. She had told the countess Earle would call, and that she wished to speak to him, so that she knew her tete-a-tete would be quite undisturbed.
Earle looked at her, thinking that there had never been so fair a picture in all the world; then he repeated his question. She looked up at him, and he was struck by the unusual expression in her eyes; he knelt down before her, and took one white hand in his.
"That cruel note," he said, "depriving me of a pleasure I cannot enjoy too often. What did it mean?"
She did what was very unusual with her; she clasped her arms round his neck.
"Oh, Earle! Earle! it is strange what rest I feel when you are near me. I will tell you what the note meant, but you will laugh at me."
"I do not think so, darling; I have laughed with you, but not at you."
"I knew that tiresome Lord Vivianne was coming, and he tries my temper so; he will admire me, and I do not want his admiration."
"Then why keep me away, darling; I might have saved you from it."
"No; I knew you could not. I was obliged to go down to dinner with him, and it would have tried my temper too severely if I had been compelled to sit by him and could not have been with you. You may think it a stupid, childish reason, Earle, but it is a true one. I was determined if I could not talk to you, I would not be annoyed by seeing any one else do so."
He looked slightly puzzled, but, as he said to himself, it was one of her caprices – why not be content?
"If my staying away pleased you," he said, "I am doubly pleased."
Yet it struck him as he spoke, that she had lost some of her animation and brightness.
"How beautiful you look in this light, Dora," he said. "Why, my darling, a king might envy me."
One of the white, jeweled hands rested caressingly on the noble head of the young poet. He had never seen Dora so gentle before.
"My darling!" he cried, his face glowing with its rapture of happiness. "My darling, you are beginning to love me so well at last."
"I do love you, Earle," she said, and for some minutes there was silence between them.
She had a certain object to win, and she was debating within herself how it was to be won.
"It is like a fairy tale," he said. "Why, my darling, looking at you I cannot believe my own good fortune; you are the fairest woman in England; you are noble, you are high in station; you have the wit, the grace, the noble bearing of a queen. I have nothing but the two titles you have given me, of gentleman and poet – yet I shall win you for my wife. It is so wonderful – this love that breaks all barriers; money could not have brought you to my side – a millionaire might love you, but you would not care for him; title could not win you – it is love that has made you all mine! All mine, until death!"
She listened to his impassioned words; she looked at the handsome, noble face, and a sensation of something like shame came to her that she should have to maneuver with a love so grand in its simplicity; still she must save herself. Her arms fell with a dreamy sigh; the firelight shining on her face showed it to be flushed and tremulous.
"Earle," she said, "do you remember how I used to long for a life like this? long for gayety, excitement, wealth, pleasure, and perpetual admiration?"
"I remember it well. I used to feel so puzzled to know how to get it for you."
"Now I have it – more than even my heart desired. You will not think me very fickle if I tell you something?"
"I shall never think you anything but most charming and lovable, Doris."
"Well, the truth is, I am rather tired of the life; but I do not like to say so. I cannot think why it is; sometimes I think it may only be fancy, that I am not strong as I used to be; perhaps the great change has been too much for me. Let it be what it may, I am tired of it, though I cannot say so to any one but you."
"The queen of the season tired of her honors?" said Earle, kissing the sweet lips and the white brow.
"I am really tired, Earle. Then, though admiration is always sweet to a woman, I have rather too much of it. That Prince Poermal is making love to me, the Marquis of Heather made me an offer yesterday, and Lord Vivianne teases me. Now, Earle, it is tiresome, it is indeed, dear. My mind, my heart – nay, I need not be ashamed to say it – are filled with you. I do not want the offers of other men – their love and admiration."
"Declaring our engagement would soon put an end to all that," he said, thoughtfully.
But that was not what the Lady Doris wanted; she wanted him to urge their marriage.
"Yes," she said, "we might make it known, but people would not believe it; it would not save me from the importunities of other men."
He looked wonderingly at her. After all, it was a new feature in her character – this dread of lovers.
"That is not all, Earle," she said, clasping her soft, warm fingers round his hands. "I tell you – no one but you – this life is a little too much for me. Before I had recovered from the great shock of the change, I was plunged into the very whirlpool of London life. Do not imagine I have joined the list of invalids, or that I have grown nervous, or any nonsense of that kind: it is not so; but at times I feel a great failure of strength, a deadly faintness or weakness that is hard to fight against – a horrible foreboding for which I cannot account."
Her face grew pale, and her eyes seemed to lose their light as she spoke.
"I am sure," she continued, "that it is from over-fatigue. Do you not think so, Earle?"
"Yes," he replied; "now, what is the remedy?"
"I know the remedy. It would be to give all up for a time, and take a long rest – a long rest," her voice seemed to die away like the softest murmur of a sighing wind.
Earle felt almost alarmed; this was so completely novel, this view of Doris, who had always been bright, piquant, and gay.
"You shall go away, darling," he said, tenderly.
"But, Earle," she said, "my father and Lady Linleigh are enjoying the season so much, they have so many engagements, I cannot bear to say anything about going."
"Then I will say it for you. I shall tell Lord Linleigh, to-morrow, that you have exhausted yourself, and that you must have a few weeks of quiet at Linleigh Court."
"What will he say, Earle?"
"If I judge him rightly, darling, he will say little, but he will act at once; before this time next week you will be at Linleigh."