Love Works Wonders: A Novel. Charlotte M. Brame

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СКАЧАТЬ character means, in your sense of the word, ill-nature, so much the better," rejoined Miss Hastings. "All good-hearted people strive to save each other from pain."

      "I wonder," said Pauline, thoughtfully, "if I shall like Captain Langton! We have been living here quietly enough; but I feel as though some great change were coming. You have no doubt experienced that peculiar sensation which comes over one just before a heavy thunder-storm? I have that strange, half-nervous, half-restless sensation now."

      "You will try to be amiable, Pauline," put in the governess, quietly. "You see that Sir Oswald evidently thinks a great deal of this young friend of his. You will try not to shock your uncle in any way – not to violate those little conventionalities that he respects so much."

      "I will do my best; but I must be myself – always myself. I cannot assume a false character."

      "Then let it be your better self," said the governess, gently; and for one minute Pauline Darrell was touched.

      "That sweet creature, Lady Hampton's niece, will be here next week," she remarked, after a short pause. "What changes will be brought into our lives, I wonder?"

      Of all the changes possible, least of all she expected the tragedy that afterward happened.

      CHAPTER VIII.

      THE INTRODUCTION

      It was a never-to-be-forgotten evening when Captain Langton reached Darrell Court – an evening fair, bright, and calm. The sweet southern wind bore the perfume of flowers; the faint ripples of the fountains, the musical song of the birds, seemed almost to die away on the evening breeze; the sun appeared unwilling to leave the sapphire sky, the flowers unwilling to close. Pauline had lingered over her books until she could remain in-doors no longer; then, by Miss Hastings' desire, she dressed for dinner – which was delayed for an hour – and afterward went into the garden.

      Most girls would have remembered, as they dressed, that a handsome young officer was coming; Miss Darrell did not make the least change in her usual toilet. The thin, fine dress of crape fell in statuesque folds round the splendid figure; the dark hair was drawn back from the beautiful brow, and negligently fastened with her favorite silver arrow; the white neck and fair rounded arms gleamed like white marble through the thin folds of crape. There was not the least attempt at ornament; yet no queen arrayed in royal robes ever looked more lovely.

      Pauline was a great lover of the picturesque. With a single flower, a solitary knot of ribbon, she could produce an effect which many women would give all their jewels to achieve. Whatever she wore took a kind of royal grace from herself which no other person could impart. Though her dress might be made of the same material as that of others, it never looked the same. On her it appeared like the robes of a queen.

      As Pauline was passing through the corridor, Miss Hastings met her. The governess looked scrutinizingly at the plain evening dress; it was the same that she had worn yesterday. Evidently there was no girlish desire to attract.

      "Pauline, we shall have a visitor this evening," said Miss Hastings; "you might add a few flowers to your dress."

      She passed on, with a smile of assent. Almost the first thing that caught her attention out of doors was a large and handsome fuchsia. She gathered a spray of the rich purple and crimson flowers, and placed it negligently in her hair. Many women would have stood before their mirror for an hour without producing the same superb effect. Then she placed another spray of the same gorgeous flowers in the bodice of her dress. It was all done without effort, and she would have been the last in the world to suspect how beautiful she looked. Then she went on to the fountain, for the beautiful, calm evening had awakened all the poet's soul within her. The grand, sensitive nature thrilled – the beautiful, poetic mind reveled in this hour of nature's most supreme loveliness. A thousand bright fancies surged through her heart and brain; a thousand poetical ideas shaped themselves into words, and rose to her lips.

      So time passed, and she was unconscious of it, until a shadow falling over the great white lilies warned her that some one was near.

      Looking up quickly, she saw a tall, fair, handsome young man gazing at her with mingled admiration and surprise. Beside him stood Sir Oswald, courtly, gracious, and evidently on the alert.

      "Captain Langton," he said, "let me introduce you to my niece, Miss Darrell."

      Not one feature of the girl's proud, beautiful face moved, but there was some little curiosity in her dark eyes. They rested for a minute on the captain's face, and then, with a dreamy look, she glanced over the heads of the white lilies behind him. He was not her ideal, not her hero, evidently. In that one keen, quick glance, she read not only the face, but the heart and soul of the man before her.

      The captain felt as though he had been subjected to some wonderful microscopic examination.

      "She is one of those dreadfully shrewd girls that pretend to read faces," he said to himself, while he bowed low before her, and replied with enthusiasm to the introduction.

      "My niece is quite a Darrell," said Sir Oswald, proudly. "You see she has the Darrell face."

      Again the gallant captain offered some flattering remark – a neatly turned compliment, which he considered ought to have brought her down, as a skillful shot does a bird – but the dark eyes saw only the lilies, not him.

      "She is proud, like all the Darrells," he thought; "my father always said they were the proudest race in England."

      "I hope," said Sir Oswald, courteously, "that you will enjoy your visit here, Aubrey. Your father was my dearest friend, and it gives me great delight to see you here."

      "I am sure of it, Sir Oswald. I am equally happy; I cannot see how any one could be dull for one minute in this grand old place."

      Sir Oswald's face flushed with pleasure, and for the first time the dark eyes slowly left the lilies and looked at the captain.

      "I find not only one minute, but many hours in which to be dull," said Pauline. "Do you like the country so well?"

      "I like Darrell Court," he replied, with a bow that seemed to embrace Sir Oswald, his niece, and all his possessions.

      "You like it – in what way?" asked Pauline, in her terribly downright manner. "It is your first visit, and you have been here only a few minutes. How can you tell whether you like it?"

      For a few moments Captain Langton looked slightly confused, and then he rallied. Surely a man of the world was not to be defied by a mere girl.

      "I have seen that at Darrell Court," he said, deferentially, "which will make the place dear to me while I live."

      She did not understand him. She was far too frank and haughty for a compliment so broad. But Sir Oswald smiled.

      "He is losing no time," thought the stately old baronet; "he is falling in love with her, just as I guessed he would."

      "I will leave you," said Sir Oswald, "to get better acquainted. Pauline, you will show Captain Langton the aviary."

      "Yes," she assented, carelessly. "But will you send Miss Hastings here? She knows the various birds far better than I do."

      Sir Oswald, with a pleased expression on his face, walked away.

      "So you have an aviary at the Court, Miss Darrell. It seems to me there is nothing wanting here. You do not seem interested; you do not like birds?"

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