A Romantic Young Lady. Grant Robert

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СКАЧАТЬ father! I had never thought of him. So absorbing had been the consciousness that Roger Dale loved me and I returned his love, that every other consideration was blotted from my mind.

      "Not to-night. We will not talk of that to-night. Let me be happy while I can," I cried, pressing his arm with feverish fondness.

      "He dislikes me then? I was sure of it," he said quietly, but there was a scowl on his face.

      "He does not know you, Roger. But I will make him give his consent. He cannot refuse me anything."

      We walked on in silence. I felt stirred and rebellious. "Dearest," said I, in a low tone of determination, "I will be true to you whatever happens."

      He stooped his head and kissed me. "If you are as constant to me, sweet Virginia, as I shall be to you, nothing can separate us."

      Oh, joyous words! Were they not the very same with which I had fortified my courage scarcely a month ago?

      We parted just after midnight. My aunt was sitting up for me, and I burst into the room in great excitement.

      "Oh, Aunt Helen, I am engaged, I am engaged! I am so happy!"

      "My darling child!"

      We wept in each other's arms.

      "He is so noble, Aunty; so good and kind!"

      "God grant he may continue so!" she said, stroking my hair.

      I gave a vent to my ecstasy in talk. While I rattled on she sat drying her eyes and looking at me with a half fond, half uneasy expression. Now and again she sobbed hysterically. At last she exclaimed, "What will your father say?"

      "We will think of that to-morrow," I said. "I mean to be perfectly happy to-night."

      "You will have to write to him of course."

      "We have decided on nothing yet."

      "Oh, Virginia, I am all in a flutter. What will he say? He is sure to blame me, and Heaven knows I acted for what seemed to me the best."

      "It was the best, dear Aunt Helen. Can't you see how happy I am? When Roger and I are married, you shall come and live with us always, and have the best room in the house; for if it hadn't been for you I might never have known what it is to be loved by the noblest man in the world."

      It was a long time before I fell asleep. I was aroused in the morning by a knock at my door. It was Aunt Helen.

      "Let me in," she said mysteriously.

      "Well?" said I when I had risen and admitted her, "what is it? What has happened?"

      "Your father has just arrived. He is downstairs."

      "Father?"

      "Yes. He knows nothing of course. I have scarcely slept a wink all night, Virginia. I feel dreadfully nervous. What will he say?"

      I got back into bed and drew the clothes up to my chin in an affectation of composure. But I was overwhelmed by the news. His opposition seemed a much more serious consideration than when regarded by moonlight. A visit from him at any other time would not have been a surprise, for he had said he should run down to Tinker's Reach at his first leisure moment.

      My aunt stood at the foot of the bed, watching my face and expecting me to speak.

      "What do you mean to do about it?" she asked.

      "Tell him," I replied.

      "I suppose you might put it off until you return to town, especially if you would make up your mind to see very little of Mr. Dale in the mean time."

      "No. It is best to have it over and done with. I want it settled now and forever." I felt my courage hardening.

      "Well, Heaven bless you, child!" she said, kissing me. "You must admit, Virginia, that I have warned you all along that your father was opposed to Mr. Dale."

      "It is not your fault in any way, Aunt Helen. I shall tell him so."

      She left me, and I dressed deliberately. There was evidently no escape from the situation. But upon one point I was perfectly decided: nothing should induce me to give up Roger. I was ready to postpone our wedding for the present, or to humor my father's objections in any reasonable way. But renounce him, never! Having arrived at this determination I went downstairs. My father was eating his breakfast, and I waited until he was comfortably settled with a cigar on the sofa, before making my confession. Aunt Helen had taken the precaution to absent herself from the room. I began bravely: —

      "Father, there is something I wish to tell you that interests me very deeply."

      He removed the cigar, and looked at me inquiringly. I saw he did not suspect the truth.

      "I am engaged to be married to Mr. Roger Dale. You must not be angry, father," I continued hastily. "You cannot help liking him when you know him better. He is worthy of me in every way."

      I ventured to look at him; he was smoking with quick, nervous puffs that betokened great excitement.

      "Bah!" he cried presently. "Bah! what a fool I have been! I might have known it would end in some such way as this. No girl ever had a better opportunity than you, and yet you are ready to sacrifice everything for the sake of a fellow who is no more fit to be your husband than the veriest beggar in the street. You have disappointed me terribly, Virginia. I believed you to be sensible and clever; but the admission you have just made proves you to be little short of a goose. Bah! you couldn't have chosen worse. A dissipated, mercenary good-for-nothing!"

      "You must not speak in that way of Roger, father. I cannot sit here and let him be abused. Scold me as much as you please, but don't say anything against him. You do not understand him."

      "Understand him, indeed! It is you who do not understand him. I never expected that a daughter of mine would fall in love with a barber's block."

      This was too much for my endurance. "You are unjust," I cried with, flashing eyes. "It is too late to talk so. We love each other, and if my own father repulses me we must go elsewhere for a blessing."

      I have an idea that I looked like a queen of tragedy as I stood and braved him thus, for he gazed at me with a sort of astonishment, and made a movement as if to deter me from leaving the room. Just then, as fortune willed, the door was thrown open, and the servant ushered in Roger Dale.

      He looked from the one to the other of us, and his cheeks reddened.

      "So, sir," exclaimed my father, "you have come to claim your bride! You will have to reckon with me first; and I warn you that you will need stronger arguments than any I have ever heard in your favor, to convince me that you are the proper man to marry my daughter. Virginia, you may leave us. I will send for you when I wish for you. This gentleman and I are capable of settling this matter together."

      I saw that my father was in a rage that would not brook resistance. But my own blood was boiling. Roger stood pale but seemingly unabashed, gazing at me as if he waited for me to speak. I addressed him: —

      "Whatever my father may say to you, Roger, do not forget that I have promised to be your wife." With this speech I left the room.

      VI

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