A Mad Love. Charlotte M. Brame

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СКАЧАТЬ is no risk there – at least, none that I fear to run. I guarantee that not one person in that church hears those names clearly. Then you will see that I have arranged every detail. Then, when the three weeks have expired, we will meet there some fine morning and be married. I have a friend who will come with me as a witness. After that I propose that we go to London, and there I shall introduce you to my father first; then we will go down to Cawdor to my mother. Do you like the plan, Leone?"

      "I should like it much better if they could know of it beforehand," she replied, gravely.

      His face grew grave as her own.

      "That cannot be," he replied. "You see, Leone, I am not of age; I shall not be twenty-one until September: and if my parents knew of it, they have power to forbid the marriage, and we could not be married; but done without their knowledge, they are of course powerless."

      "I do not like it," she said, with a shudder; "I would rather all was open and sincere."

      "It cannot be. Why, Leone, where is your reason? If even your uncle knew, he would interfere to prevent it. In his slow, stolid, honest mind he would think such a marriage quite wrong, you may be sure; he would talk about caste, and position, and all kinds of nonsense. We must keep our secret to ourselves, my darling, if we wish to be married at all. Surely, Leone, you love me enough to sacrifice your wishes to me on this point?"

      The beautiful face was raised to his.

      "I love you well enough to die for you, and far too well to bring trouble on you, Lance."

      "My darling, there is only one thing that can bring trouble on me, and that would be to lose you; that would kill me. You hear me, Leone, it would not make me grow thin and pale, after the fashion of rejected lovers, but it would kill me. Do not ask me to leave you an hour longer than I need. Ah, my love, yield: do not grieve me with a hundred obstacles – not even with one. Yield, and say that you will agree to my plan."

      There was no resisting the pleading of the handsome young face, the loving eyes, the tender words, the passionate kisses; she could not resist them; it was so sweet to be loved so well.

      "You must keep our secret from that honest, stolid, good uncle of yours," said Lord Chandos, "or he will think himself bound to call and tell Dr. Hervey. You promise me, then, Leone, my love, to do what I ask, and to be my own beloved wife, when the three weeks are over?"

      "Yes, I promise, Lance," she replied.

      Her voice was grave and sweet, her beautiful face had on it the light of a beautiful and noble love.

      "Then kiss me, as the children say, of your own accord, and let that kiss be our betrothal."

      She raised her lips to his for the first time and kissed him.

      "That is our betrothal," he said; "now nothing can part us. Leone, I waited for your promise to give you this."

      He opened a small jewel-case, and took from it a diamond ring.

      "This is what ladies call an engagement-ring," he said; "let me put it on your finger."

      She shrank back.

      "Lance," she said, "do you remember the words of the song,

      "'A ring in pledge he gave her,

      And vows of love he spoke.'

      How strange that by this stream you should offer me a ring!"

      "You seem to think there is a fatality in the water, Leone," he said, quietly.

      "I have an idea that I cannot express, but it seems to me that story is told in the falling water."

      "If the water tells of a golden bright life, all happiness, with the most devoted and loving of husbands, then it may tell you as much as it likes. Let me put the ring on your finger, Leone."

      She held out her hand – such a beautiful hand, with a soft, pink palm and tapering fingers. As he went to place the ring on her finger, it fell from his hand into the water below, and Leone uttered a low cry.

      "It is not lost," he said; "it has not fallen into the stream, it is here."

      Looking down, she saw the flash of the diamonds in the little pool that lay between two stones, Lord Chandos wiped it and dried it.

      "You will prize it all the more because it has been dipped in your favorite stream," he said. "Give me your hand again, Leone; we shall have better fortune this time."

      He placed the ring securely on her finger, then kissed the white hand.

      "How angry you were with me the first time I kissed your hand," he said; "and now I have all your heart. There will be neither broken vows nor a broken ring for us, Leone, no matter what the water sings or says."

      "I hope not," says the girl, brightly.

      "I shall take possession of my lodgings at Oheton to-morrow," he said. "I shall have to spend some little time there; but you must promise that I shall see you every evening, Leone. Will you find your way to the mill-wheel? When we are married, I shall try to buy the mill, the stream, and the land all round it; it will be a sacred spot to me. In three weeks, Leone, you will be my wife."

      "Yes," she replied, "in three weeks."

      The wind fell, the ripple of the green leaves ceased, the birds had sung themselves to sleep, only the water ran laughingly on.

      "Lance," cried the girl, suddenly, "do you know what the water says – can you hear it?"

      "No," he replied, with a laugh; "I have not such a vivid fancy as you. What does it say?"

      "Nothing but sorrow, nothing but sorrow," she chanted.

      "I cannot hear that; if it says anything at all, it is nothing but love, nothing but love."

      And then, as the shades of night were coming on, he saw her safely home.

      That same evening Lord Chandos and Sir Frank Euston talked long together.

      "Of course," said Sir Frank, "if you put me on my honor, I cannot speak, but I beg of you to stop and think."

      Lord Chandos laughed; his handsome face was flushed and eager.

      "The man who hesitates is lost," he said. "All the thinking in the world cannot alter matters, nor make me love my darling less."

      "There is an old proverb I should like to recommend to you," said Sir Frank Euston; "it is this – a young man married is a young man marred."

      "I am quite as willing to be marred as to be married," said the young lord, "and married I will be if all the powers on earth conspire against me."

      "I know how useless all arguments are," said his friend, "when a man determines to be foolish; but do think for one moment of the terrible disappointment to your parents."

      "I do not see it; they have no right to be disappointed; my father married to please himself, why should I not do the same?"

      "You are outraging all the laws of your class," said Sir Frank. "However beautiful a farmer's niece may be, we cannot suppose even a miracle could fit her to take the place of the Countess of Lanswell."

      A hot flush came over the young lord's face; a strange quiet came СКАЧАТЬ