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The Time of Roses, a fiction by L. T. Meade |
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Chapter 34. Maurice Rebels |
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_ CHAPTER XXXIV. MAURICE REBELS On the morning of the day when the guests were to depart Mrs. Aylmer, having spent a long and almost restless night, sent for Trevor to her room. He entered unwillingly. He had begun to dislike his tete-a-tete with Mrs. Aylmer very much. "Now, my dear boy, just sit down and let us have a cosy chat," said the old lady. Trevor stood near the open window. "The day is so mild," he said, "that it is almost summer. Who would suppose that we were close to December?" "I have not sent for you, Maurice, to talk of the weather. I have something much more important to say." "And what is that?" he asked. "You remember our last conversation in this room?" He knitted his brows. "I remember it," he answered. "I want to carry it on now; we have come to the second chapter." "What do you mean by that?" "Our last conversation was introductory. Now the story opens. You have behaved very well, quite as well as I could have expected, during the time that Sharstons and Sir John Wallis have stayed here." "I am glad you are pleased with my behaviour; but in reality I did not behave well: I mean according to your lights. I am just as much a rebel as ever." "Maurice, my dear boy, try not to talk nonsense; try to look a little ahead. How old are you?" "I shall be six-and-twenty early in the year." "Quite a boy," said Mrs. Aylmer, in a slightly contemptuous voice. "In ten years you will be six-and-thirty, in twenty six-and-forty. In twenty years from now you will much rejoice over what--what may not be quite to your taste at the present moment, though why it should not be--Maurice, it is impossible, absolutely impossible, that you should not love that sweet and beautiful girl." "Which girl do you mean?" said Trevor. "Don't prevaricate; you know perfectly well to whom I allude." "Miss Sharston? She is far too good, far too sweet to have her name bandied between us. I decline to discuss her." "You must discuss her. You can do so with all possible respect. Kitty Sharston is to be your wife, Maurice." "She will never be my wife," he replied. His tone was so firm, he stood so upright as he spoke, his eyes were fixed so sternly, that just for a moment Mrs. Aylmer recognised that she had met her match. "You refuse to do what I wish?" she said then slowly, "I who have done all for you?" "I refuse to do this. This is the final straw of all. No wealth is worth having at the price you offer. I will only marry the woman I love. I respect, I admire, I reverence Miss Sharston; but I do not love her, nor does she love me. It is sacrilege to talk of a marriage between us. If I offered she would refuse; it is not to be thought of; besides--" "Why do you stop? Go on. It is just like your gratitude. How true are the poet's words: 'Sharper than serpent's tooth!' But what is your intention in the future?" "Justice," he replied. "I cannot bear this. It troubles me more than I can say. If you will not reinstate the girl who ought to be your heiress in her right position, I at least will do what I can for her. I will offer her all I have." "You! you!" Mrs. Aylmer now indeed turned pale. She rose from her seat and came a step nearer the young man. "You are mad; you must be mad," she said. "What does this mean?" "It means that I intend to propose for Florence Aylmer. Whether she will accept me or not God only knows, but I love her." "You told me a short time ago that you were not her lover." "I had not then looked into my own heart. Now I find that I care for no one else. Her image fills my mind day and night; I am unhappy about her--too unhappy to endure this state of things any longer." "Do you think she will take you, a penniless man? Do you think you are a good match for her or for any girl?" "That has nothing to do with it. If she loves me she will accept all that I can give her, and I can work for my living." "I will not listen to another word of this. You have pained me inexpressibly." "You gave me time to decide, and I have decided. If you will forgive Miss Aylmer whatever she happened to do to displease you, if you will make her joint heiress with me in your estates, then we will both serve you and love you most faithfully and most truly; but if you will not give her back her true position I at least will offer her all that a man can offer--his heart, his worship, and all the talent he possesses. I can work for my wife, and before God I shall be fifty times happier than in my present position." Mrs. Aylmer pointed to the door. "I will not speak to you any more," she said. "This is disastrous, disgraceful! Go! Leave my presence!" _ |
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