第81章 The Deliberate Wooer Speaks First.(1)
Mr.Burleigh was one of those fortunate men who when the weather is rough outside--as was often the case in his calling--can always find smooth water in the domestic haven of a wife's apartment.Thus Mrs.Burleigh soon learned the cause of his perturbation;and as she knew Jennie Burton would hear the story from some one else,could not deny herself the feminine enjoyment of being the first to tell it,and of congratulating her on the knightly defender she had secured;for the quarrel had come before Mr.Burleigh in such a form as to make Van Berg the principal in the affair.
Miss Burton's cheek flushed deeply and resentfully as she heard the circumstances in which her name had been spoken,and she said with emphasis:
"Mr.Van Berg impressed me as a chivalric man from the first day of our meeting.But I wish he had paid no heed to the words of such a creature as Mr.Sibley.That his life was endangered on my account pains me more than I can tell you;"and she soon grew so white and faint that Mrs.Burleigh made her take a glass of wine.
"Death seems such a terrible thing to a young,strong man,"she added,shudderingly,after a moment,and she pressed her hands against her eyes as if to shut out a vision from which she shrank.
"May he not still be in danger from this ruffian's revenge?"she asked,looking up in sudden alarm.
"I'm afraid that he will be,"said Mrs.Burleigh,catching the infection of her fears."I will have Mr.Burleigh see that he is kept away from this place."Soon after,as Miss Burton was passing through the main hall-way,she met the artist,and stepping into one of the small parlors that was unoccupied,she said:
"Mr.Van Berg,I wish to speak with you.I wish both to thank you,and to ask a favor.""Please do the latter only,"he replied,smiling.
"Mr.Van Berg,"she resumed,looking into his face with an expression that made his heart beat more quickly,"your life was endangered on my account this afternoon.""That's a pleasant thought to me,"he said,taking her hand,"that is if you are not offended that I presumed to be your knight.""It is a dreadful thought to me,"she answered,earnestly;then in a strange and excited manner she added:"You cannot know--death to some is a horrible thing--it prevents so much--I've known--let it come to the old and sad--I could welcome it--but to such as you--O merciful Heaven!Grant me,please grant me,the favor Iwould ask,"she continued,clinging to his hand."They say this man Sibley is very passionate and revengeful.He may still try to carry out his dreadful purpose.Please shun him,please avoid him--in mercy do.I've more than I can bear now;and if--if--"and she buried her face in her hands.
"And can my poor life be of such value to you,Miss Burton?"he asked,in a deep low tone.
"Ah!you cannot understand,"she said,with a sudden and passionate gesture,"and I entreat you not to ask me to explain.From the first you have been kind to me.I have felt from the day we met that I had found a friend in you;and your risk,your care for me to-day,gives you a peculiar claim as a friend,but in mercy do not ask me to explain why I am so urgent in my request.I cannot,indeed I cannot--at least not now,in this place.Something happened--Sudden death in one young,strong,and full of hope,like you,seems to me horrible--horrible.In mercy promise to incur no risk on my account,"she said passionately,and almost wildly.
"My poor little friend,how needlessly frightened you are!"he said,soothingly and gently."There,I will promise you anything that a man of honor can.But a word against you,Jennie Burton,touches me close,very close.As said the Earl of Kent,'It invades the region of my heart.'"She looked up swiftly and questioningly,and then a sudden crimson suffused her face.With a strong and uncontrollable instinct she appeared to shrink from him.
"Kent served one who had lost the power to make return,"she said,shaking her head sadly as she turned away.
"Let me reply with Kent again,"he earnestly responded."'You have that in your countenance'--in your character--'which I would fain call master';and I am mastered,nor can I be shaken from my allegiance.I can at least imitate Kent's faithfulness,if not his obtrusiveness,in the service of his king.You have already claimed me as a friend,and so much at least I shall ever be.Let me win more if I can."She became very quiet now,and looked steadily into his flushed,eager face with an expression of sorrowful regret and pain that would have restrained him had a ten-fold stronger and more impetuous love been seeking utterance,and by a gesture,simple yet eloquently impressive,she put her finger to her lips.Then giving him her hand she said,with strong emphasis: