A Mad Love. Charlotte M. Brame
took both her white hands in his.
"My darling," he said, "I love you with all my heart, and I will be true to you until death."
The sweetness of the words seemed to content her for a time; she laid her face on his hands for some minutes in wistful silence.
"Leone," said the rich, cheerful voice of the young earl, "I have an idea that I will bring you good news from home. My father would not have sent for me unless he wanted me, and I shall make a bargain with him. If he wants me to do anything, I shall consent only on condition that I take you to Cawdor."
They talked of it for some minutes; then Leone rose and busied herself for some time in helping him – her face was pale and her hands trembled. When the moment came for him to say good-bye he held her in his arms.
"Once again," she whispered.
And he answered:
"My darling wife, I love you, and will be true to you until death."
And those were the last words that for some time she heard him speak.
CHAPTER XV.
AN EXCITING INTERVIEW
Lady Lanswell looked somewhat startled when her son entered the room. During those few months of his married life he had altered much; he looked taller and stronger; the handsome face was covered with a golden beard and mustache; he looked quite three years older than before his marriage.
He was a handsome stripling when his mother kissed him and sent him, with many injunctions as to study, to Dr. Hervey's, a handsome stripling, with golden down on his lip, and the hue of a ripe peach on his face; now he was a man of the world, assured, confident, easy in his carriage and bearing.
He looked at his mother with half-defiance, half-amusement in his eyes.
The strong, handsome woman, whose brave nature had never known fear, trembled for one moment when she remembered what she had to tell her son.
He bent down to kiss her, and for one moment her heart relented to her son. She steeled herself with the recollection that what she had done was for his benefit.
"I have good news for you, Lance," she said, with her stately grace; "very excellent news."
"I am glad to hear it, mother," replied Lord Chandos, thinking to himself how much more this interview resembled that of a queen and a crown prince than of mother and son.
"You have traveled quickly and would probably like some refreshment – you would like a glass of Madeira?"
The truth was that her ladyship herself, with all her courage, felt that she required some artificial stimulant – the courage and pride of the proudest woman in England ebbed; she feared what she had to say.
"An honor has been bestowed on you," she said, "one which would make any peer in England proud."
His face brightened – he was keenly susceptible to the flattery implied in his mother's words.
"You have been asked, together with Lord Dunferline, to represent our gracious sovereign at the marriage of the Princess Caroline at Hempsburg. Such an invitation, I need not tell you, is equivalent to a royal command."
"I know it, mother, and I am delighted," he said, wondering in his own mind if he should be able to take Leone with him.
"The notice is rather short," continued the countess; "but that is owing to some delay on the part of Lord Dunferline. I hear that you are the envy of every man at the club. You will have to leave England for Germany in three days; to-morrow you must be at the palace. I congratulate you, Lance; it is very seldom that a man so young as you receives so signal a favor."
He knew it, and was proud accordingly; yet he said to himself that Leone must go with him; he could not live without Leone.
Lady Lanswell continued:
"Your father is delighted over it; I cannot tell you how pleased he is."
Then Lord Chandos looked wonderingly around.
"Where is my father?" he said. "I have not seen him yet."
Lady Lanswell knew that he would not see him. The earl had fled ignominiously; he had declined to be present at the grand fracas between his wife and his son; he had left it all in my lady's hands.
"Your father had some business that took him away this morning; he knew that I could say for him all that he had to say."
Lord Chandos smiled, and the smile was not, perhaps, the most respectful in the world. My lady did not observe it.
"I am quite sure," he said, "that you can interpret all my father's ideas."
It was then, with her son's handsome face smiling down on her, that the countess grew pale and laid her hand, with instinctive fear, on the papers spread before her. She nerved herself for the struggle; it would never do to give way.
"I have other news for you, Lance," she said, and he looked with clear, bright, defiant eyes in her face.
She drew herself to her full height, as though the very attitude gave the greatest strength; there was no bend, no yielding in her. Stern, erect, proud, she looked full in her son's face; it was as though they were measuring their strength one against the other.
"I have never said to you, Lance, what I thought of this wretched mistake you call your marriage," she began; "my contempt and indignation were too great that you should dare to give the grand old name you bear to a dairy-maid."
Leone's beautiful Spanish face flashed before him, and he laughed at the word dairy-maid; she was peerless as a queen.
"Dare is not the word to use to a man, mother," he retorted.
"Nor should I use it to a man," said my lady, with a satirical smile. "I am not speaking to a man, but to a hot-headed boy; a man has self-control, self-denial, self-restraint, you have none; a man weighs the honor of his name or his race in his hands; a man hesitates before he degrades a name that kings have delighted to honor, before he ruins hopelessly the prestige of a grand old race for the sake of a dairy-maid. You, a hot-headed, foolish boy, have done all this; therefore, I repeat that I am not speaking to a man."
"You use strong language, mother," he said.
"I feel strongly; my contempt is strong," she said. "I know not why so great a humiliation should have fallen on me as that my son – the son of whom I was proud – should be the first to bring shame on his name."
"I have brought no shame on it, mother," he said, angrily.
"No shame!" said the countess, bitterly. "I can read, fancy, the short annals of the Lanswells – 'Hubert, Earl Lanswell, died while fighting loyally for his king and his country; Ross, Earl Lanswell, was famed for political services; Lancelot, Earl Lanswell, married a dairy-maid.' I would rather," she cried, with flashing eyes, "that you had died in your childhood, than lived to bring such bitter shame on a loyal race."
His face grew pale with anger, as the bitter words were hurled at him.
"Will you understand, once for all, mother, that I have not married a dairy-maid?" he cried. "My wife is a wonder of beauty; she is dainty and lovely as a princess. Only see her, you would change your opinion at once."
"I hope never to do that. As for seeing her, I shall never so far lose my own self-respect as to allow such a person to speak to me."
Lord Chandos shook his head with a rueful smile.
"If you had ever seen Leone, mother, you would laugh at the idea of calling her a person," he said.
Lady Lanswell moved her hand with a gesture of superb pride.
"Nay, do not continue the subject. If the girl was not actually a dairy-maid, in all probability she was not far removed from it. I have no wish to discuss the question. You have stained the hitherto stainless name of your family by the wretched mistake you call a marriage."
"I do not call it a marriage; it is one," he said.
And then my lady's face grew even paler.
"It