Margery could hardly repress a scream.As for flushing and blushing, she had turned hot and turned pale so many times already during the evening, that there was really now nothing of that sort left for her to do; and she remained in complexion much as before.O, the mockery of it! That secret dream--that sweet word 'Baroness!'--which had sustained her all the way along.Instead of a Baron there stood Jim, white-waistcoated, demure, every hair in place, and, if she mistook not, even a deedy spark in his eye.
Jim's surprising presence on the scene may be briefly accounted for.
His resolve to seek an explanation with the Baron at all risks had proved unexpectedly easy: the interview had at once been granted, and then, seeing the crisis at which matters stood, the Baron had generously revealed to Jim the whole of his indebtedness to and knowledge of Margery.The truth of the Baron's statement, the innocent nature as yet of the acquaintanceship, his sorrow for the rupture he had produced, was so evident that, far from having any further doubts of his patron, Jim frankly asked his advice on the next step to be pursued.At this stage the Baron fell ill, and, desiring much to see the two young people united before his death, he had sent anew Hayward, and proposed the plan which they were to now about to attempt--a marriage at the bedside of the sick man by special licence.The influence at Lambeth of some friends of the Baron's, and the charitable bequests of his late mother to several deserving Church funds, were generally supposed to be among the reasons why the application for the licence was not refused.
This, however, is of small consequence.The Baron probably knew, in proposing this method of celebrating the marriage, that his enormous power over her would outweigh any sentimental obstacles which she might set up--inward objections that, without his presence and firmness, might prove too much for her acquiescence.Doubtless he foresaw, too, the advantage of getting her into the house before making the individuality of her husband clear to her mind.
Now, the Baron's conjectures were right as to the event, but wrong as to the motives.Margery was a perfect little dissembler on some occasions, and one of them was when she wished to hide any sudden mortification that might bring her into ridicule.She had no sooner recovered from her first fit of discomfiture than pride bade her suffer anything rather than reveal her absurd disappointment.Hence the scene progressed as follows:
'Come here, Hayward,' said the invalid.Hayward came near.The Baron, holding her hand in one of his own, and her lover's in the other, continued, 'Will you, in spite of your recent vexation with her, marry her now if she does not refuse?'
'I will, sir,' said Jim promptly.
'And Margery, what do you say? It is merely a setting of things right.You have already promised this young man to be his wife, and should, of course, perform your promise.You don't dislike Jim?'
'O, no, sir,' she said, in a low, dry voice.
'I like him better than I can tell you,' said the Baron.'He is an honourable man, and will make you a good husband.You must remember that marriage is a life contract, in which general compatibility of temper and worldly position is of more importance than fleeting passion, which never long survives.Now, will you, at my earnest request, and before I go to the South of Europe to die, agree to make this good man happy? I have expressed your views on the subject, haven't I, Hayward?'
'To a T, sir,' said Jim emphatically; with a motion of raising his hat to his influential ally, till he remembered he had no hat on.
'And, though I could hardly expect Margery to gie in for my asking, Ifeels she ought to gie in for yours.'
'And you accept him, my little friend?'
'Yes, sir,' she murmured, 'if he'll agree to a thing or two.'
'Doubtless he will--what are they?'
'That I shall not be made to live with him till I am in the mind for it; and that my having him shall be kept unknown for the present.'
'Well, what do you think of it, Hayward?'
'Anything that you or she may wish I'll do, my noble lord,' said Jim.
'Well, her request is not unreasonable, seeing that the proceedings are, on my account, a little hurried.So we'll proceed.You rather expected this, from my allusion to a ceremony in my note, did you not, Margery?'
'Yes, sir,' said she, with an effort.
'Good; I thought so; you looked so little surprised.'
