A Mad Love. Charlotte M. Brame

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СКАЧАТЬ I loved him so – I trusted him so; it is impossible; tell me, Ross."

      "He has married a farmer's niece. The girl is beautiful. I have seen no one so beautiful; she seems to be well educated and refined. Her uncle has a farm at Rashleigh."

      "A farmer's niece," cried my lady; "you cannot possibly mean it. There must be some mistake – the boy has been playing a practical joke on you."

      "It is no joke; I only wish it were. Lance gave me the details. He was married yesterday morning by the Reverend Mr. Barnes, at the Church of St. Barnabas, at Oheton, a village somewhere near Rashleigh."

      "Married – really and actually married," cried my lady. "I will not believe it."

      "Unhappily, it is true. He expected, I think, to make his home here; he had no idea of leaving Dunmore House; but I told him that I could not receive him or her."

      "Her! You do not mean to say that he had the audacity to bring her here, Ross?"

      "Yes, they came together last night; but I would not receive her. I told them plainly that you must settle the matter, as I could not."

      "I should think not," said my lady, with emphasis.

      "I must own, though," continued the earl, "that I was rather sorry for Lance; he had trusted entirely to my good offices and seemed to think it very cruel of me to refuse to plead for him."

      "And the girl," said my lady, "what of her?"

      "You will think I am weak and foolish, without doubt," he said, "but the girl distressed me even more than Lance. She is beautiful enough to arouse the admiration of the world; and she spoke so well for him."

      "A farmer's niece – an underbred, forward, designing, vulgar country girl – to be Countess of Lanswell," cried my lady, in horror.

      "Nay," said the earl, "she is a farmer's niece, it is true, but she is not vulgar."

      "It is not possible that she can be presentable," said my lady. "We must move heaven and earth to set the marriage aside."

      "I had not thought of that," said the earl, simply.

      Then my lady took the lace mantilla from her shoulders, and sat down at the writing-table.

      "I will send for Mr. Sewell," she said. "If any one can give us good advice, he can."

      Mr. Sewell was known as one of the finest, keenest, and cleverest lawyers in England; he had been for more than twenty years agent for the Lanswells of Cawdor. He knew every detail of their history, every event that happened; and the proud countess liked him, because he was thoroughly conservative in all his opinions. She sent for him now as a last resource; the carriage was sent to his office, so that he might lose no time. In less than an hour the brisk, energetic lawyer stood before the distressed parents, listening gravely to the story of the young heir's marriage.

      "Have you seen the girl?" he asked.

      "Yes, I have seen her," said the earl.

      "Is she presentable?" he inquired. "Would any degree of training enable her to take her rank – "

      Lady Lanswell interrupted him.

      "The question need never be asked," she said, proudly. "I refuse ever to see her, or acknowledge her. I insist on the marriage being set aside."

      "One has to be careful, my lady," said Mr. Sewell.

      "I see no need for any great care," she retorted. "My son has not studied us; we shall not study him. I would rather the entail were destroyed, and the property go to one of Charles Seyton's sons, than my son share it with a low-born wife."

      My lady's face was inflexible. The earl and the lawyer saw that she was resolved – that she would never give in, never yield, no matter what appeal was made to her.

      They both knew that more words were useless. My lady's mind was made up, and they might as well fight the winds and the waves. Lord Lanswell was more inclined to pity and to temporize. He was sorry for his son, and the beautiful face had made some impression on him; but my lady was inflexible.

      "The marriage must be set aside," she repeated.

      The earl looked at her gravely.

      "Who can set aside a thoroughly legal marriage?" he asked.

      "You will find out the way," said my lady, turning to Mr. Sewell.

      "I can easily do that, Lady Lanswell; of course it is for you to decide; but there is no doubt but that the marriage can easily be disputed – you must decide. If you think the girl could be trained and taught to behave herself – perhaps the most simple and honorable plan would be to let the matter stand as it is, and do your best for her."

      "Never!" cried my lady, proudly. "I would rather that Cawdor were burned to the ground than to have such a person rule over it. It is useless to waste time and words, the marriage must be set aside."

      The lawyer looked from one to the other.

      "There can be no difficulty whatever in setting the marriage aside," said Mr. Sewell. "In point of fact, I must tell you what I imagined you would have known perfectly well."

      My lady looked at him with redoubled interest.

      "What is that?" she asked, quickly.

      The earl listened with the greatest attention.

      "It is simply this, Lady Lanswell, that the marriage is no marriage; Lord Chandos is under age – he cannot marry without your consent; any marriage that he contracts without your consent is illegal and invalid – no marriage at all – the law does not recognize it."

      "Is that the English law?" asked Lady Lanswell.

      "Yes, the marriage of a minor, like your son, without the consent of his parents, is no marriage; the law utterly ignores it. The remedy lies, therefore, in your own hands."

      Husband and wife looked at each other; it was a desperate chance, a desperate remedy. For one moment each thought of the sanctity of the marriage tie, and all that was involved in the breaking of it. Each thought how terribly their only son must suffer if this law was enforced.

      Then my lady's face hardened and the earl knew what was to follow.

      "It remains for us, then, Mr. Sewell," she said, "to take the needful steps."

      "Yes, you must make an appeal to the High Court, and the marriage will be at once set aside," said Mr. Sewell. "It is a terrible thing for the young wife, though."

      "She should have had more sense than to have married my son," cried my lady. "I have pity for my son – none for her."

      "I think it would be more fair to tell Lord Chandos what you intend doing," said Mr. Sewell. "Not that he could make either resistance or defense – the law is absolute."

      "What will the end be?" asked my lady.

      "The marriage will be declared null and void; they will be compelled to separate now; but again he has the remedy in his own hand. If he chooses to remain true and constant to her, the very next day after he becomes of age he can remarry her, and then she becomes his lawful wife; if he forgets her the only remedy for her would be money compensation."

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