No one expected her then, or something perhaps might have been done to encourage her coming. It had been thought that she must meet him before dinner, and her absence till then was to be excused. But now she opened the door, and with much dignity of mien walked into the middle of the room. Arthur at that moment was discussing the Duke’s chance for the next Session, and Sir Alured was asking with rapture whether the old Conservative party would not come in. Arthur Fletcher heard the step, turned round, and saw the woman he loved. He went at once to meet her, very quickly, and put out both his hands. She gave him hers, of course. There was no excuse for her refusal. He stood for an instant pressing them, looking eagerly into her sad face, and then he spoke. “God bless you, Emily!” he said, “God bless you!” He had thought of no words, and at the moment nothing else occurred to him to be said. The colour had covered all his face, and his heart beat so strongly that he was hardly his own master. She let him hold her two hands, perhaps for a minute, and then, bursting into tears, tore herself from him, and, hurrying out of the room, made her way again into her own chamber. “It will be better so,” said old Mrs. Fletcher. “It will be better so. Do not let anyone follow her.”
On that day John Fletcher took her out to dinner, and Arthur did not sit near her. In the evening he came to her as she was working close to his mother, and seated himself on a low chair close to her knees. “We are all so glad to see you; are we not, mother?”
“Yes, indeed,” said Mrs. Fletcher. Then, after a while, the old woman got up to make a rubber at whist with the two old men and her eldest son, leaving Arthur sitting at the widow’s knee. She would willingly have escaped, but it was impossible that she should move.
“You need not be afraid of me,” he said, not whispering, but in a voice which no one else could hear. “Do not seem to avoid me, and I will say nothing to trouble you. I think that you must wish that we should be friends.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Come out, then, tomorrow, when we are walking. In that way we shall get used to each other. You are troubled now, and I will go.” Then he left her, and she felt herself to be bound to him by infinite gratitude.
A week went on and she had become used to his company. A week passed and he had spoken no word to her that a brother might not have spoken. They had walked together when no one else had been within hearing, and yet he had spared her. She had begun to think that he would spare her altogether, and she was certainly grateful. Might it not be that she had misunderstood him, and had misunderstood the meaning of them all? Might it not be that she had troubled herself with false anticipations? Surely it was so; for how could it be that such a man should wish to make such a woman his wife?
“Well, Arthur?” said his brother to him one day.
“I have nothing to say about it,” said Arthur.
“You haven’t changed your mind?”
“Never! Upon my word, to me, in that dress, she is more beautiful than ever.”
“I wish you would make her take it off.”
“I dare not ask her yet.”
“You know what they say about widows generally, my boy.”
“That is all very well when one talks about widows in general. It is easy to chaff about women when one hasn’t got any woman in one’s mind. But as it is now, having her here, loving her as I do—by heaven! I cannot hurry her. I don’t dare to speak to her after that fashion. I shall do it in time, I suppose;—but I must wait till the time comes.”
LXXI
The Ladies at Longbarns Doubt
It came at last to be decided among them that when old Mr. Wharton returned to town—and he had now been at Wharton longer than he had ever been known to remain there before—Emily should still remain in Herefordshire, and that at some period not then fixed she should go for a month to Longbarns. There were various reasons which induced her to consent to this change of plans. In the first place she found herself to be infinitely more comfortable in the country than in town. She could go out and move about and bestir herself, whereas in Manchester Square she could only sit and mope at home. Her father had assured her that he thought that it would be better that she should be away from the reminiscences of the house in town. And then when the first week of February was past Arthur would be up in town, and she would be far away from him at Longbarns, whereas in London she would be close within his reach. Many little schemes were laid and struggles made both by herself and the others before at last their plans were settled. Mr. Wharton was to return to London in the middle of January. It was quite impossible that he could remain longer away either from Stone Buildings or from the Eldon, and then at the same time, or a day or two following, Mrs. Fletcher was to go back to Longbarns. John Fletcher and his wife and children were already gone—and Arthur also had been at Longbarns. The two brothers and Everett had been backwards and forwards. Emily was anxious to remain at Wharton at any rate till Parliament should
