CHAPTER VI,

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AUBREY had been closeted with Evelyn the whole morning; and, simultaneous with his arrival, came to her the news of the departure of Maltravers: it was an intelligence that greatly agitated and unnerved her: and, coupling that event with his solemn words on the previous night, Evelyn asked herself, in
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_ Could he love her ?—her, so young—so inferior—so uninformed ! —Impossible! Alas!—alas!—for Maltravers! his genius—his
gifts—his towering qualities—all that won the admiration, almost the awe, of Evelyn—placed him at a distance from
- her heart! When she asked herself if he loved her, she did not
ask, even in tha* hour, if she loved him. But.even the question she did ask, her judgment answered erringly in the negative— Why should he love, and yet fly her? She understood not his high-wrought scruples—his self-deluding belief. Aubrey was more puzzled than enlightened by his conversation with his pupil ; only one thing seemed certain—her delight to return to the cottage and her mother.
Evelyn could not sufficiently recover her composure to mix withthe party below; and Aubrey, at the sound of the second dinner-bell, left her to her solitude, and bore her excuses to Mrs. Merton. :
“Dear me!” said that worthy lady; “I am so sorry—I
thought Miss Cameron looked fatigued at breakfast; and there
was something hysterical in her spirits; and I suppose the surprise of your arrival has upset her. Caroline, my dear, you had better go and see what she would like to have taken up to her room—a little soup and the wing of a chicken.”
“My dear,” said Mr. Merton, rather pompously, “I think it would be but a proper respect to Miss Cameron, if you your- self accompanied Caroline.”
“I assure you,” said the curate, alarmed at the avalanche of politeness that threatened poor Evelyn, “I assure you that Miss Cameron would prefer being left alone at present; as you say, Mrs. Merton, her spirits are rather agitated.”
But Mrs. Merton, with a sliding bow, had already quitted the room, and Caroline with her.
“Come back, Sophy !—Cecilia, come back!” said Mr. Merton, settling his abot.
“Oh, dear Evy !—poor dear Evy !—Evy is ill!” said Sophy ; “JT may go to Evy!—I must go, papa!”
“No, my dear, you are too noisy; these children are quite spoiled, Mr. Aubrey.”
The old man looked at them benevolently, and drew them to
his knee; and, while Cissy stroked his long white hair, and
Sophy ran on about dear Evy’s prettiness and goodness, Lord _ Vargrave sauntered into the room,
On seeing the curate, his frank face lighted up with surprise and pleasure; he hastened to him, seized him by both hands, expressed the most heartfelt delight at seeing him, inquired tenderly after Lady Vargrave, and, not till he was out of breath, and Mrs. Merton and Caroline returning apprised him of Miss Cameron’s indisposition, did his rapture vanish ; and, as a moment before he was all joy, so now he was all sorrow.
_ The dinner passed off dully enough ; the children, re-admitted to dessert, made a little relief to all parties; and then they and the two ladies went, Aubrey himself quickly rose to join Evelyn.
“Are you going to Miss Cameron?” ‘said Lord Vargrave; “pray say how: unhappy I feel at her illness. I think these grapes—they are very fine—could not hurt her. May I ask
you to present them with my best—best and most anxious
_ regards? I shall be so uneasy till you return. Now, Merton (as the door closed on the curate), let’s have another
bottle of this famous claret !—Droll old fellow that—quite a
character !”
“He is a great favourite with Lady Vargrave and Miss Came- ron, I believe,” said Mr. Merton. “A mere village priest, I suppose ; no talent, no energy—or he could not be a curate at that age.”
“Very true ;—a shrewd remark. The Church is as good a profession as any other for getting on, if a man has anything in him. I shall live to see you a bishop!”
Mr. Merton shook his head.
“Yes, I shall; though you have hitherto disdained to exhibit any one of the three orthodox qualifications for a mitre.”
“And what are they, my lord ?”
“Editing a Greek play—writing a political pamphlet—and apostatising at the proper moment.”
“Ha! ha! your lordship is severe on us,”
“Not I—I often wish I had been brought up'to the Church—
famous profession, properly understood. By Jupiter, I should have been a capital bishop!” ;
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n his capacity of parson, Mr. Merton tried to look grave ;— in his capacity of a gentlemanlike, liberal fellow, he gave up the attempt, and laughed pleasantly at the joke of the rising
man. a CHAPTER VII. 4 2 ¢¢ Will nothing please you? - What do you think of the Court?”—TZhe Plain Dealer, 3 : ON one subject Aubrey found no difficulty in ascertaining
_ Evelyn’s wishes and condition of mind. The experiment of | g her visit, so far as Vargrave’s hopes were concerned, had utterly failed ;—she could not contemplate the prospect of his alliance, and she poured out to the curate, frankly and fully, all her desire to effect a release from her engagement. As it was now i settled that she should return with Aubrey to Brook-Green, it | was indeed necessary to come to the long-delayed understanding — with her betrothed. Yet this was difficult, for he had so little
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4 - pressed—so distantly alluded to—their engagement, that it was 3 like a forwardness, an indelicacy in Evelyn to forestall the © longed-for yet dreaded explanation. This, however, Aubrey took upon himself; and at this promise Evelyn felt as the slave _ may feel when the chain is stricken off.
At breakfast, Mr. Aubrey communicated to the Mertons __ Evelyn’s intention to return with him to Brook-Green on the following day. Lord Vargrave started—bit his lip—but said nothing. 5 Not so silent was Mr. Merton :-— 4 -“ Return with you! my dear Mr. Aubrey—just consider—it is impossible—you see Miss Cameron’s rank of life, her position— . so very strange—no servants of her own here but her woman— no carriage even! You would not have her travel in a post- chaise—such a long journey! Lord Vargrave, you can never consent to that, I am sure t “Were it only as Miss Cameron’s guardian,” said Lord Var- grave, pointedly, “I should certainly object to such a mode of
performing such a journey. Perhaps Mr. Aubrey means to
perfect the project by taking two outside places onthe top of the _
coach ?”
“ Pardon me,” said the curate, mildly, “ but Iam not soignorant. of what is due to Miss Cameron as you suppose. Lady Vargrave’s carriage, which brought me hither, will be no unsuitable vehicle for Lady Vargrave’s daughter ; and Miss Cameron, is not, I trust, quite so spoilt by all your friendly attentions, as to be unable to perform a journey of two days, with no other protector than myself.”
“T forgot Lady Vargrave’s carriage, or rather I was not aware that you had used it, my dear sir,” said Mr. Merton. “ But you must not blame us, if we are sorry to lose Miss Cameron so suddenly : I was in hopes that you too would stay at least a week with us.”
The curate bowed at the rector’s condescending politeness ; and just as he was about to answer, Mrs. Merton put in— .
“And you see I had set my heart on her being Caroline’s bridesmaid.”
Caroline turned pale, and glanced at Vargrave, who appeared solely absorbed in breaking toast into his tea—a delicacy he had never before been known to favour.
There was an awkward pause: the servant opportunely entered with a small parcel of books, a note to Mr. Merton, and that most blessed of all blessed things in the country, the letter-bag.
“What is this?” said the rector, opening his note ; while Mrs. Merton unlocked the bag and dispensed the contents ;—“ Left Burleigh for some months—a day or two sooner than he had expected—excuse French leave-taking—return Miss Merton’s books—much obliged—gamekeeper has orders to place the Burleigh preserves at my disposal. So we have lost our neighbour !”
“Did you not know Mr. Maltravers was gone?” said Caroline. “T heard so from Jenkins last night ; he accomnanics Mr. Cleve; land to Paris.”
“Indeed!” said Mrs, Merton, opening her eyes. “What could take him to Paris?” 7
y “Pleasure, I suppose,” answered Caroline. “I’m sureI should rather have wondered what could detain him at Burleigh.” __ Vargrave was all this while breaking open seals and running his eyes over sundry scrawls with the practised rapidity of the man of business; he came to the last letter—his countenance i _ brightened— __ * Royal invitation, or rather command, to Windsor,” he cried. _ *T am afraid I, too, must leave you, this very day.” eu “Bless me!” exclaimed Mrs. Merton; “is that from the king? Do let me see!” “Not exactly from the king; the same thing though:” and Lord Vargrave, carelessly pushing the gracious communication towards the impatient hand and loyal gaze of Mrs. Merton, care- _ fully put the other letters in his pocket, and walked musingly to the window. : Aubrey seized the opportunity to approach him. »“My lord, _ can I speak with you a few moments ?” “Me! certainly ; will you come to my dressing-room?”
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