“And you think I can like the way you’re
going on here?”
“If you’re jealous, Mr. Morton, there’s
an end of it. I tell you fairly once for all,
that as long as I’m a single woman I will regulate
my conduct as I please. You can do the same, and
I shall not say a word to you.” Then she
withdrew her arm from him, and, leaving him, walked
across the room and joined her mother. He went
off at once to his own room resolving that he would
write to her from Bragton. He had made his propositions
in regard to money which he was quite aware were as
liberal as was fit. If she would now fix a day
for their marriage, he would be a happy man. If
she would not bring herself to do this, then he would
have no alternative but to regard their engagement
as at an end.
At two o’clock the guests were nearly all gone.
The Major was alive, and likely to live at least for
some hours, and the Rufford people generally were
glad that they had not put off the ball. Some
of them who were staying in the house had already gone
to bed, and Lady Penwether, with Miss Penge at her
side, was making her last adieux in the drawing-room.
The ball-room was reached from the drawing-room, with
a vestibule between them, and opening from this was
a small chamber, prettily furnished but seldom used,
which had no peculiar purpose of its own, but in which
during the present evening many sweet words had probably
been spoken. Now, at this last moment, Lord Rufford
and Arabella Trefoil were there alone together.
She had just got up from a sofa, and he had taken her
hand in his. She did not attempt to withdraw it,
but stood looking down upon the ground. Then
he passed his arm round her waist and lifting her
face to his held her in a close embrace from which
she made no effort to free herself. As soon as
she was released she hastened to the door which was
all but closed, and as she opened it and passed through
to the drawing-room said some ordinary word to him
quite aloud in her ordinary voice. If his action
had disturbed her she knew very well how to recover
her equanimity.
The last Morning at Rufford Hall
“Well, my love?” said Lady Augustus, as
soon as her daughter had joined her in her bedroom.
On such occasions there was always a quarter of an
hour before going to bed in which the mother and daughter
discussed their affairs, while the two lady’s
maids were discussing their affairs in the other room.
The two maids probably did not often quarrel, but
the mother and daughter usually did.
“I wish that stupid man hadn’t got himself
hurt.”
“Of course, my dear; we all wish that.
But I really don’t see that it has stood much
in your way.
“Yes it has. After all there is nothing
like dancing, and we shouldn’t all have been
sent to bed at two o’clock.”
“Then it has come to nothing?”
“I didn’t say that at all, mamma.
I think I have done uncommonly well. Indeed I
know I have. But then if everything had not been
upset, I might have done so much better.”
