ran! — know that by running they compelled their husbands to abandon pursuit, surrender possession! — and that she should suggest it of herself as a wife! — that she should speak of running!
His ideal, the common male Egoist ideal of a waxwork sex, would have been shocked to fragments had she spoken further to fill in the outlines of these awful interjections.
She was tempted: for during the last few minutes the fire of her situation had enlightened her understanding upon a subject far from her as the ice-fields of the North a short while before; and the prospect offered to her courage if she would only outstare shame and seem at home in the doings of wickedness, was his loathing and dreading so vile a young woman. She restrained herself; chiefly, after the first bridling of maidenly timidity, because she could not bear to lower the idea of her sex even in his esteem.
The door was open. She had thoughts of flying out to breathe in an interval of truce.
She reflected on her situation hurriedly askance:
'If one must go through this, to be disentangled from an engagement, what must it be to poor women seeking to be free of a marriage?'
Had she spoken it, Sir Willoughby might have learned that she was not so iniquitously wise of the things of this world as her mere sex's instinct, roused to the intemperateness of a creature struggling with fetters, had made her appear in her dash to seize a weapon, indicated moreover by him.
Clara took up the old broken vow of women to vow it afresh: 'Never to any man will I give my hand.'
She replied to Sir Willoughby, 'I have said all. I cannot explain what I have said.'
She had heard a step in the passage. Vernon entered.
Perceiving them, he stated his mission in apology: 'Doctor Middleton left a book in this room. I see it; it's a Heinsius.'
'Ha! by the way, a book; books would not be left here if they were not brought here, with my compliments to Doctor Middleton, who may do as he pleases, though, seriously, order is order,' said Sir Willoughby. 'Come away to the laboratory, Clara. It's a comment on human beings that wherever they have been there's a mess, and you admirers of them,' he divided a sickly nod between Vernon and the stale breakfast-table, 'must make what you can of it. Come, Clara.'
Clara protested that she was engaged to walk with Miss Dale.
'Miss Dale is waiting in the hall,' said Vernon.
'Miss Dale is waiting?' said Clara.
'Walk with Miss Dale; walk with Miss Dale,' Sir Willoughby remarked, pressingly. 'I will beg her to wait another two minutes. You shall find her in the hall when you come down.'
He rang the bell and went out.
'Take Miss Dale into your confidence; she is quite trustworthy,' Vernon said to Clara.
'I have not advanced one step,' she replied.
'Recollect that you are in a position of your own choosing; and if, after thinking over it, you mean to escape, you must make up your mind to pitched battles, and not be dejected if you are beaten in all of them; there is your only chance.'
'Not my choosing; do not say choosing, Mr. Whitford. I did not choose. I was incapable of really choosing. I consented.'
'It's the same in fact. But be sure of what you wish.'
'Yes,' she assented, taking it for her just punishment that she should be supposed not quite to know her wishes. 'Your advice has helped me to-day.'
'Did I advise?'
'Do you regret advising?'
'I should certainly regret a word that intruded between you and him.'
'But you will not leave the Hall yet? You will not leave me without a friend? If papa and I were to leave to- morrow, I foresee endless correspondence. I have to stay at least some days, and wear through it, and then, if I have to speak to my poor father, you can imagine the effect on him.'
Sir Willoughby came striding in, to correct the error of his going out.
'Miss Dale awaits you, my dear. You have bonnet, hat? — No? Have you forgotten your appointment to walk with her?'
'I am ready,' said Clara, departing.
The two gentlemen behind her separated in the passage. They had not spoken.
She had read of the reproach upon women, that they divide the friendships of men. She reproached herself but she was in action, driven by necessity, between sea and rock. Dreadful to think of! she was one of the creatures who are written about.
Chapter XVI
Clara And Letitia
In spite of his honourable caution, Vernon had said things to render Miss Middleton more angrily determined than she had been in the scene with Sir Willoughby. His counting on pitched battles and a defeat for her in all of them, made her previous feelings appear slack in comparison with the energy of combat now animating her. And she could vehemently declare that she had not chosen; she was too young, too ignorant to choose. He had wrongly used that word; it sounded malicious; and to call consenting the same in fact as choosing was wilfully unjust. Mr. Whitford meant well; he was conscientious, very conscientious. But he was not the hero descending from heaven bright-sworded to smite a woman's fetters of her limbs and deliver her from the yawning mouth-abyss.
His logical coolness of expostulation with her when she cast aside the silly mission entrusted to her by Sir Willoughby and wept for herself, was unheroic in proportion to its praiseworthiness. He had left it to her to do everything she wished done, stipulating simply that there should be a pause of four-and-twenty hours for her to consider of it before she proceeded in the attempt to extricate herself. Of consolation there had not been a word. Said he, 'I am the last man to give advice in such a case'. Yet she had by no means astonished him when her confession came out. It came out, she knew not how. It was led up to by his declining the idea of marriage, and her congratulating him on his exemption from the prospect of the yoke, but memory was too dull to revive the one or two fiery minutes of broken language when she had been guilty of her dire misconduct.
This gentleman was no flatterer, scarcely a friend. He could look on her grief without soothing her. Supposing he had soothed her warmly? All her sentiments collected in her bosom to dash in reprobation of him at the thought. She nevertheless condemned him for his excessive coolness; his transparent anxiety not to be compromised by a syllable; his air of saying, 'I guessed as much, but why plead your case to me?' And his recommendation to her to be quite sure she did know what she meant, was a little insulting. She exonerated him from the intention; he treated her as a girl. By what he said of Miss Dale, he proposed that lady for imitation.
'I must be myself or I shall be playing hypocrite to dig my own pitfall,' she said to herself, while taking counsel with L?titia as to the route for their walk, and admiring a becoming curve in her companion's hat.
Sir Willoughby, with many protestations of regret that letters of business debarred him from the pleasure of accompanying them, remarked upon the path proposed by Miss Dale, 'In that case you must have a footman.'
'Then we adopt the other,' said Clara, and they set forth.
'Sir Willoughby,' Miss Dale said to her, 'is always in alarm about our unprotectedness.'
Clara glanced up at the clouds and closed her parasol. She replied, 'It inspires timidity.'
There was that in the accent and character of the answer which warned L?titia to expect the reverse of a quiet chatter with Miss Middleton.
'You are fond of walking?' She chose a peaceful topic.
'Walking or riding; yes, of walking,' said Clara. 'The difficulty is to find companions.'
'We shall lose Mr. Whitford next week.'
'He goes?'
'He will be a great loss to me, for I do not ride,' L?titia replied to the off-hand inquiry.
'Ah!'
Miss Middleton did not fan conversation when she simply breathed her voice.
