Now, take my word for it, when one man offers marriage, and the other does not, there is always a good chance of the girl saying this one is in earnest, and the other is not. We don't expect self-denial in a man; we don't believe in it. We see you seizing upon everything else you care for; and, if you don't seize on us, it wounds our vanity, the strongest passion we have. Consider, Uxmoor has title, wealth, everything to bestow with the wedding-ring. If he offers all that, and you don't offer all you have, how much more generous he looks to her than you do!""In short, you think she will doubt my affection, if I don't ask her to share my poverty.""If you don't, and a rich man asks her to share his all, I'm sure she will. And so should I. Words are only words.""You torture me. I'd rather die than lose her.""Then live and win her. I've told you the way.""I will scrape an income together, and ask her.""Upon your honor?"
"Upon my soul."
"Then, in my opinion, you will have her in spite of Lord Uxmoor."Hot from this, Edward Severne sat down and wrote a moving letter to a certain cousin of his in Huntingdonshire.
"MY DEAR COUSIN--I have often heard you say you were under obligations to my father, and had a regard for me. Indeed, you have shown the latter by letting the interest on my mortgage run out many years and not foreclosing. Having no other friend, I now write to you, and throw myself on your pity. I have formed a deep attachment to a young lady of infinite beauty and virtue. She is above me in everything, especially in fortune.
Yet she deigns to love me. I can't ask her hand as a pauper; and by my own folly, now deeply repented, I am little more. Now, all depends on you--my happiness, my respectability. Sooner or later, I shall be able to repay you all. For God's sake come to the assistance of your affectionate cousin, EDWARD SEVERNE.""The brother, a man of immense estates, is an old friend, and warmly attached to me. If I could only, through your temporary assistance or connivance, present my estate as clear, all would be well, and I could repay you afterward."To this letter he received an immediate reply:
"DEAR EDWARD--I thought you had forgotten my very existence. Yes, I owe much to your father, and have always said so, and acted accordingly.
While you have been wandering abroad, deserting us all, I have improved your estate. I have bought all the other mortgages, and of late the rent has paid the interest, within a few pounds. I now make you an offer. Give me a long lease of the two farms at three hundred pounds a year--they will soon be vacant--and two thousand pounds out of hand, and I will cancel all the mortgages, and give you a receipt for them, as paid in full. This will be like paying you several thousand pounds for a beneficial lease. The two thousand pounds I must insist on, in justice to my own family.
"Your affectionate cousin, "GEORGE SEVERNE."This munificent offer surprised and delighted Severne, and, indeed, no other man but Cousin George, who had a heart of gold, and was grateful to Ned's father, and also loved the scamp himself, as everybody did, would have made such an offer.
Our adventurer wrote, and closed with it, and gushed gratitude. Then he asked himself how to get the money. Had he been married to Zoe, or not thinking of her, he would have gone at once to Vizard, for the security was ample. But in his present delicate situation this would not do. No;he must be able to come and say, "My estate is small, but it is clear.
Here is a receipt for six thousand pounds' worth of mortgages I have paid off. I am poor in land but rich in experience, regrets, and love. Be my friend, and trust me with Zoe."He turned and twisted it in his mind, and resolved on a bold course. He would go to Homburg, and get that sum by hook or by crook out of Ina Klosking's winnings. He took Fanny into his confidence; only he substituted London for Homburg.
"And oh, Miss Dover," said he, "do not let me suffer by going away and leaving a rival behind.""Suffer by it!" said she. "No, I mean to reward you for taking my advice.
Don't you say a word to _her._ It will come better from me. I'll let her know what you are gone for; and she is just the girl to be upon honor, and ever so much cooler to Lord Uxmoor because you are unhappy, but have gone away trusting her."And his artful ally kept her word. She went into Zoe's room before dinner to have it out with her.
In the evening Severne told Vizard he must go up to London for a day or two.
"All right," said Vizard. "Tell some of them to order the dog-cart for your train."But Zoe took occasion to ask him for how long, and murmured, "Remember how we shall miss you," with such a look that he was in Elysium that evening.
But at night he packed his bag for Homburg, and that chilled him. He lay slumbering all night, but not sleeping, and waking with starts and a sense of horror.
At breakfast, after reading his letters, Vizard asked him what train he would go by.
He said, the one o'clock.
"All right," said Vizard. Then he rang the bell, countermanded the dog-cart, and ordered the barouche.
"A barouche for me!" said Severne. "Why, I am not going to take the ladies to the station.""No; it is to bring one here. She comes down from London five minutes before you take the up train."There was a general exclamation: Who was it? Aunt Maitland?
"No," said Vizard, tossing a note to Zoe--"it is Doctress Gale."Severne's countenance fell.