Beatrice eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Beatrice.

Beatrice eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Beatrice.

In the sitting-room they found Elizabeth.

“Where is Beatrice?” asked her father.

“I don’t know,” she answered, and at that moment Beatrice, pale and troubled, walked into the room, like a lamb to the slaughter.

“Ah, Beatrice,” said her father, “we were just asking for you.”

She glanced round, and with the quick wit of a human animal, instantly perceived that some new danger threatened her.

“Indeed,” she said, sinking into a chair in an access of feebleness born of fear.  “What is it, father?”

Mr. Granger looked at Owen Davies and then took a step towards the door.  It struck him forcibly that this scene should be private to the two persons principally concerned.

“Don’t go,” said Owen Davies excitedly, “don’t go, either of you; what I have to say had better be said before you both.  I should like to say it before the whole world; to cry it from the mountain tops.”

Elizabeth glared at him fiercely—­glared first at him and then at the innocent Beatrice.  Could he be going to propose to her, then?  Ah, why had she hesitated?  Why had she not told him the whole truth before?  But the heart of Beatrice, who sat momentarily expecting to be publicly denounced, grew ever fainter.  The waters of desolation were closing in over her soul.

Mr. Granger sat down firmly and worked himself into the seat of his chair, as though to secure an additional fixedness of tenure.  Elizabeth set her teeth, and leaned her elbow on the table, holding her hand so as to shade her face.  Beatrice drooped upon her seat like a fading lily, or a prisoner in the dock.  She was opposite to them, and Owen Davies, his face alight with wild enthusiasm, stood up and addressed them all like the counsel for the prosecution.

“Last autumn,” he began, speaking to Mr. Granger, who might have been a judge uncertain as to the merits of the case, “I asked your daughter Beatrice to marry me.”

Beatrice gave a sigh, and collected her scattered energies.  The storm had burst at last, and she must face it.

“I asked her to marry me, and she told me to wait a year.  I have waited as long as I could, but I could not wait the whole year.  I have prayed a great deal, and I am bidden to speak.”

Elizabeth made a gesture of impatience.  She was a person of strong common sense, and this mixture of religion and eroticism disgusted her.  She also know that the storm had burst, and that she must face it.

“So I come to tell you that I love your daughter Beatrice, and want to make her my wife.  I have never loved anybody else, but I have loved her for years; and I ask your consent.”

“Very flattering, very flattering, I am sure, especially in these hard times,” said Mr. Granger apologetically, shaking his thin hair down over his forehead, and then rumpling it up again.  “But you see, Mr. Davies, you don’t want to marry me” (here Beatrice smiled faintly)—­“you want to marry my daughter, so you had better ask her direct—­at least I suppose so.”

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