A KNIGHT OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by Edward Payson Roe (red seas under red skies .TXT) π
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"I Shall Expect You To Be Very Agreeable This Evening, To Compensate Me
For Mrs. Arnot'S Absence."
Laura Blushed vividly, And Was Provoked with Herself That She Did So,
But She Replied quietly:
"You Must Excuse Me This Evening, Mr. Haldane; I Am Sure My Aunt Will
Need me."
His Smile Was Succeeded by A Sudden Frown; But, As Mr. Arnot Was At The
Table, He Said, With Assumed carelessness:
"Then I Will Go Out And Try To Find Amusement Elsewhere."
"It Might Be Well, Young Man," Said Mr. Arnot Austerely, "To Seek For
Something Else Than Amusement. When I Was At Your Age I So Invested my
Evenings That They Now Tell In my Business."
"I Am Willing To Invest This Evening In a Way To Make It Tell Upon My
Future," Replied haldane, With A Meaning Glance At Laura.
Mr. Arnot Observed this Glance And The Blushing Face Of His Niece, And
Drew His Own Conclusions; But He Only Said Dryly:
"That Remark Is About As Inexplicable As Some Of Your Performances At
The Office Of Late."
Laura Soon After Excused herself And Sought A Refuge In her Aunt'S Room,
Which, Being Darkened, Prevented the Lady From Seeing Her Burning Cheeks
And General Air Of Vexation And Disquiet. Were It Not For Mrs. Arnot'S
Suffering Condition And Need of Rest, Laura Would Then Have Told Her Of
Her Trouble And Asked permission To Return Home, And She Determined to
Do This At The First Opportunity. Now, However, She Unselfishly Forgot
Herself In her Effort To Alleviate Her Aunt'S Distress. With A Strong
Sense Of Relief She Heard Haldane Go Out, Slamming The Front Door After
Him.
"Was There Ever Such An Absurd Fellow!" Thought She; "He Has Made
Himself Disagreeable Ever Since I Came, With His Superior Airs, As If He
Knew Everything, When, In fact, He Doesn'T Know Anything Well, Not Even
Good Manners. He Acts As If I Belonged to Him And Had No Right To Any
Will Or Wishes Of My Own. If He Can'T Take The Hints That I Have Given
He Must Be As Stupid And Blind As An Owl. In spite Of All That I Can Do
Or Say He Seems To Think That I Only Want An Opportunity To Show The
Same Ridiculous Feeling That Makes Him Appear Like A Simpleton. If I
Were A Young Lady In society I Should Detest A Man Who Took It For
Granted that I Would Fall In love With Him."
With Like Indignant Musings She Beguiled the Time, Wondering
Occasionally Why Her Aunt Did Not Ask Her To Go Down And Entertain The
Object Of Her Dread, But Secretly Thankful That She Did Not.
At Last Mrs. Arnot Said:
"Mr. Haldane Went Out, Did He Not?"
"Yes, Auntie, Some Time Ago."
"I Left My Other Bottle Of Smelling-Salts In the Parlor. I Think It Is
Stronger Than This. Would You Mind Getting It For Me? It'S On The
Mantel."
Laura Had No Difficulty In finding It In the Somewhat Dimly-Lighted
Drawing-Room, But As She Turned to Leave The Apartment She Saw Haldane
Between Her And The Door.
Before He Had Reached any Of His Garish Haunts He Had Felt Such An Utter
Distaste For Them In his Present Mood That He Returned. He Was Conscious
Of The Impulse Merely To Be Near The Object Of His Thoughts, And Also
Hoped that By Some Fortunate Chance He Might Still Be Able To Find Her
Alone. That His Return Might Be Unnoted, He Had Quietly Entered a Side
Door, And Was Waiting and Watching For Just Such An Opportunity As Mrs.
Arnot Had Unwittingly Occasioned.
Laura Tried to Brush Past, But He Intercepted her, And Said:
"No, Miss Laura, Not Till You Hear Me. You Have My Destiny In your
Hands."
"I Haven'T Anything Of The Kind," She Answered, In tones Of Strong
Vexation. Guided by Instinct, She Resolved to Be As Prosaic And
Matter-Of-Fact As Possible; So She Added: "I Have Only Aunt'S
Smelling-Salts In my Hands, And She Needs Them."
"I Need _You_ Far More Than Mrs. Arnot Needs Her Smelling-Salts,"
He Said Tragically.
"Mr. Haldane, Such Talk Is Very Absurd," She Replied, Half Ready To Cry
From Nervousness And Annoyance.
"It Is Not Absurd. How Can You Trifle With The Deepest And Holiest
Feelings That A Man--Of Which A Man--Feels?" He Retorted passionately,
And Growing a Little Incoherent.
"I Don'T Know Anything about Such Feelings, And Therefore Cannot Trifle
With Them."
"What Did Your Blushes Mean This Evening? You Cannot Deceive Me; I Have
Seen The World And Know It."
"I Am Not The World. I Am Only A School-Girl, And If You Had Good Sense
You Would Not Talk So To Me. You Appear To Think That I Must Feel And Do
As You Wish. What Right Have You To Act So?"
"The Truest And Strongest Right. You Know Well That I Love You With My
Whole Soul. I Have Given You My Heart--All There Is Of Me. Have I Not A
Right To Ask Your Love In return?"
Laura Was Conscious Of A Strange Thrill As She Heard These Passionate
Words, For They Appeared to Echo In a Depth Of Her Nature Of Which She
Had Not Been Conscious Before.
The Strong And Undoubting assurance Which Possessed him Carried for A
Moment A Strange Mastery Over Her Mind. As He So Vehemently Asserted the
Only Claim Which A Man Can Urge, Her Woman'S Soul Trembled, And For A
Moment She Felt Almost Powerless To Resist. His Unreserved giving
Appeared to Require That He Should Receive Also. She Would Have Soon
Realized, However, That Haldane'S Attitude Was Essentially That Of An
Oriental Lover, Who, In his Strongest Attachments, Is Ever Prone To
Maintain The Imperative Mood, And To Consult His Own Heart Rather Than
That Of The Woman He Loves. While In laura'S Nature There Was Unusual
Gentleness And A Tendency To Respect And Admire Virile Force, She Was
Too Highly Bred in our Western Civilization Not To Resent As An Insult
Any Such Manifestation Of This Force As Would Make The Quest Of Her Love
A Demand Rather Than A Suit, After Once Recognizing Such A Spirit. She
Was Now Confused, However, And After An Awkward Moment Said:
"I Have Not Asked or Wished you To Give Me So Much. I Don'T Think You
Realize What You Are Saying. If You Would Only Remember That I Am
Scarcely More Than A Child You Would Not Talk So Foolishly. Please Let
Me Go To My Aunt."
"No, Not Till You Give Me Some Hope. Your Blushes Prove That You Are A
Woman."
"They Prove That I Am Excessively Annoyed and Vexed."
"Oh, Laura, After Raising So Many Hopes You Cannot--You Cannot----"
"I Haven'T Meant To Raise Any Hopes."
"Why Were You So Kind To Me At First?"
"Well, If You Must Know, My Aunt Wished me To Be. If I Had Dreamed you
Would Act So I Would Not Have Spoken To You."
"What Motive Could Mrs. Arnot Have Had For Such A Request?"
"I Will Tell You, And When You Know The Whole Truth You Will See How
Mistaken You Are, And How Greatly You Wrong Me. Aunt Wanted me To Help
Her Keep You Home Evenings, And Away From All Sorts Of Horrid Places To
Which You Were Fond Of Going."
These Words Gave Haldane A Cue Which He At Once Followed, And He Said
Eagerly:
"If You Will Be My Wife, I Will Do Anything You Wish. I Will Make Myself
Good, Great, And Renowned for Your Sake. Your Smiles Will Keep Me From
Every Temptation. But I Warn You That If You Cast Me Off--If You Trifle
With Me--I Shall Become A Reckless Man. I Shall Be Ruined. My Only
Impulse Will Be Self-Destruction."
Laura Was Now Thoroughly Incensed, And She Said Indignantly:
"Mr. Haldane, I Should Think You Would Be Ashamed to Talk In that
Manner. It'S The Same As If A Spoiled boy Should Say: If You Don'T Give
Me What I Wish, Right Or Wrong, I Will Do Something Dreadful. If I Ever
Do Love A Man, It Will Be One That I Can Look Up To And Respect, And Not
One Who Must Be Coaxed and Bribed to Give Up Disgusting Vices. If You Do
Not Open That Door I Will Call Uncle."
The Door Opened, And Mr. Arnot Entered with A Heavy Frown Upon His Brow.
Chapter VI ("Gloomy Grandeur")Mr. Arnot'S Library Was On The Side Of The Hall Opposite To The
Drawing-Room. Though He Had Been Deeply Intent Upon His Writing, He At
Last Became Conscious That There Were Some Persons In the Parlor Who
Were Talking In an Unusual Manner, And He Soon Distinguished the Voice
Of His Niece. Haldane'S Words, Manner, And Glances At The Dinner-Table
At Once Recurred to Him, And Stepping Silently To The Drawing-Room Door,
He Heard The Latter Part Of The Colloquy Narrated in the Previous
Chapter. He Was Both Amused and Angry, And While Relieved to Find That
His Niece Was Indulging In no "Sentimental Nonsense," He Had Not A
Particle Of Sympathy Or Charity For Haldane, And He Determined to Give
The Young Man A "Lesson That Would Not Soon Be Forgotten."
"What Is The Meaning Of This Ridiculous Scene?" He Demanded sternly.
"What Have You Been Saying To This Child?"
Haldane At First Had Been Much Abashed by The Entrance Of His Employer;
But His Tone And Manner Stung The Young Fellow Into Instant Anger, And
He Replied haughtily:
"She Is Not A Child, And What I Have Said Concerns Miss Romeyn Only."
"Ah, Indeed! I Have No Right To Protect My Niece In my Own House!"
"My Intentions Toward Miss Romeyn Are Entirely Honorable, And There Is
No Occasion For Protection."
Reassured by Her Uncle'S Presence, Laura'S Nervous Apprehension Began To
Give Place To Something Like Pity For The Youth, Who Had Assumed an
Attitude Befitting High Tragedy, And Toward Whom She Felt That She Had
Been A Little Harsh. Now That He Was Confronted by One Who Was Disposed
To Be Still More Harsh, Womanlike, She Was Inclined to Take His Part.
She Would Be Sorry To Have Him Come To An Open Rupture With His Employer
On Her Account, So She Said Eagerly:
"Please, Uncle, Do Me The Favor Of Letting The Whole Matter Drop. Mr.
Haldane Has Seen His Mistake By This Time. I Am Going Home To-Morrow,
And The Affair Is Too Absurd To Make Any One Any More Trouble."
Before He Could Answer, Mrs. Arnot, Hearing Their Voices, And Surmising
The Trouble Which She Had Hoped to Prevent, Now Appeared also, And By
Her Good Sense And Tact Brought The Disagreeable Scene To A Speedy
Close.
"Laura, My Dear," She Said Quietly, "Go Up To My Room, And I Will Join
You There Soon." The Young Girl Gladly Obeyed.
There Were Times When Mrs. Arnot Controlled her Strong-Willed husband In
A Manner That Seemed scarcely To Be Reconciled with His Dictatorial
Habits. This Fact Might Be Explained in part By Her Wealth, Of Which He
Had The Use, But Which She Still Controlled, But More Truly By Her
Innate Superiority, Which Ever Gives Supremacy To The Nobler And
Stronger Mind When Aroused.
Mr. Arnot Had Become Suddenly And Vindictively Angry With His Clerk,
Who, Instead Of Being Overwhelmed with Awe And Shame At His Unexpected
Appearance, Was Haughty And Even Defiant. One Of The Strongest Impulses
Of This Man Was To Crush Out Of Those In his Employ A Spirit Of
Independence And Individual Self-Assertion. The Idea Of A Part Of His
Business Machinery Making Such A Jarring Tumult In his Own House! He
Proposed to Instantly Cast Away The Cause Of Friction, And Insert A More
Stolid Human Cog-Wheel In haldane'S Place.
But When His Wife Said, In a Tone Which She Rarely Used:
"Mr. Arnot, Before Anything Further Is Said Upon This Matter, I Would
Like To See You In your Library"--He Followed her Without A Word.
Before The Library Door Closed, However, He Could Not Forbear Snarling.
"I Told You That Your Having This Big Spoiled boy As An Inmate Of The
House Would Not Work Well."
"He Has Been Offering Himself To Laura, Has He Not?" She Said Quietly.
"I Suppose That Is The
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