Only a girl's love
sitting with the open letter in her hand, her face very pale, her eyes
filled with a strange light.
"Well!" he said.
"Oh Frank," she breathed, "I cannot do it! I cannot!"
"Cannot!" he exclaimed. "You must! Why, Stella, of what are you afraid?
I shall be with you."
She shook her head slowly.
"It is not that. I am not afraid," and there was a touch of pride in
her voice. "Do you think I am afraid of--of Leycester?"
"No!" he retorted. "I should think not! I would trust him, if I were in
your place, to the end of the world. I know what he has asked you to
do, Stel, and you--we--must do it!"
Stella looked at him.
"And uncle!"
The boy colored, but his eyes met hers steadily.
"Well, it will not hurt him! He will not mind. He likes Lord Leycester,
and when we come back and tell him he will be only too grateful that it
is all over without any fuss or trouble. You know that, Stel!"
She did know it, but her heart still misgave her. With a touch of color
in her pale face at the thought of what "it" meant, she said gently.
"He has been a father to me, Frank; ah, you do not know!"
"Yes, I do," he said, shortly; "but a husband is more than a father,
Stella. And my father won't be any the less fond of you because you are
Lady Leycester Wyndward!"
"Oh, hush--hush!" breathed Stella, glancing round as if she feared the
very shrubs and flowers might hear.
Frank threw himself beside her, and laying his hand on her arm, looked
up into her beautiful face with eager entreaty.
"You will go, Stel; you will do what he asks!" and Stella looked down
at him with gentle wonder. Leycester himself could not have pleaded his
own cause more earnestly.
"Don't you see, Stel?" he said, answering her look, for she had not
spoken; "I would do anything for him--anything! He risked his life
for me, but it is not only that; it is because he has treated me
so--so--well, I can't explain; but I would do anything for him, Stella.
I--I love you! you know; but--but I feel as if I should _hate_ you if
you refused to do what he asks!"
Stella's eyes glistened; it made her heart throb to hear the boy's
championship of the man she loved.
"Besides," he continued; "why should you hesitate? For it is for your
own happiness--for the happiness of us all! Think! you will be the
future Countess of Wyndward, the mistress of the Hall."
Stella looked at him reproachfully.
"Frank!"
"Yes, I know you don't care about that, neither do I much, but other
people will. My father will be glad--he could not help being so, and
then you will be safe."
"Safe? What do you mean?" asked Stella.
He hesitated. Then he looked up at her with an angry resentful flash in
his blue eyes.
"Stel! I was thinking of that fellow Adelstone. I don't like him! I
hate him, in fact; and I hate him all the more because he has set his
mind upon having you."
Stella smiled and shook her head.
"Oh, of course you can't see any harm in him. It's quite right you
shouldn't--you are a girl, and don't know the world; but I know
something of men, and I say that Jasper Adelstone is not a man to be
trusted."
"_I_ don't like him," said Stella, in a low tone, "but I am quite
'safe,' as you call it, without marry--without doing what you and
Leycester wish."
"I don't know," he muttered, gloomily. "At any rate, you _would_ be
safe then, and--and, Stella, you _must_ go. See, now, Leycester has
trusted you to me--has placed this in my hands. It is as if he said, 'I
saved your life--you promised to help me. Here is something to do--do
it!' And I will. You will go. Think, Stel!--A few short hours and you
will be Lady Leycester!"
She did think of it, and her heart beat tumultuously.
Yes, she would be safe not only from Jasper Adelstone, but from Lady
Lenore, whom she feared more than she did twenty Jasper Adelstones.
Leycester would be her own, her very own; and though she did not care
much for the Wyndward coronet, she did care for him.
She covered her face with her hands, and sat quite motionless for a few
minutes, the boy watching her eagerly, impatiently; then she dropped
her hands, and looked down at him with the quiet, grave, resolute smile
which he knew so well.
"Yes, Frank, I will do it," was all she said.
He kissed her hand gratefully.
"Think it is Lord Leycester thanking you, Stel," he whispered. "And
now for the preparations. You must pack a small bag, and I will do
the same, and then I must take them down the lane and hide them; it
wouldn't do to go out of the house in the morning with the bags in
our hands--Mrs. Penfold would raise the neighborhood, and we must
stroll out as if we were strolling down to the river. But there!"--he
broke off, for he saw Stella's face, always so eloquent, beginning to
show signs of irresolution--"leave it all to me--I'll see to it! Lord
Leycester knew he could trust me."
Stella sat for a few minutes in silence, thinking of the old man who
had received her in her helplessness, who had loved and treated her as
a daughter, and whom she was about to deceive.
Her heart smote her keenly, but still Frank had spoken the
truth--husband was more than father, and Leycester would be her husband.
She stooped and kissed the boy.
"I must go in now, Frank," she said. "Do not say any more. I will go,
but I cannot talk of it."
She went in; the dusk was falling, and the old man stood beside his
easel eying it wistfully.
She went and drew him away.
"No more to-night, uncle," she said, in tones that quivered
dangerously. "Come and sit down; come and sit and watch the river, as
you sat the day I came; do you remember?"
"Yes--yes, my dear," he murmured, sinking into the chair, and taking
the pipe she filled for him. "I remember the day. It was a happy day
for me; it would be a miserable day the day you left me, Stella!"
Stella hid her face on his shoulder, and her arm went round his neck.
He smoothed her hair in silence.
"Where is Frank?" he asked, dreamily.
"In the garden. Shall I call him? Dear Frank! He is a dear boy, uncle!"
"Yes," he answered, musingly, then he roused slightly. "Yes, Frank is a
good boy. He has changed greatly; I have to thank you for that too, my
dear!"
"Me, uncle?"
The old man nodded, his eyes fixed on the distant lights of the Hall.
"Yes, it is your influence, Stella. I have watched and noticed it.
There is no one in the world who has so much power over him. Yes, he is
a good boy now, thanks to you!"
What could she say? Her heart throbbed quickly. Her influence! and she
was now going to help him to deceive his father--for her sake!
In silence she hid her face, and a tear rolled down her cheek and fell
upon his arm.
"Uncle," she murmured, "you know I love you! You know that! You will
always remember and believe that, whatever--whatever happens."
He nodded all unsuspectingly, and smiled.
"What is going to happen, Stella?" he asked; but even as he asked his
gaze grew dreamy and absent, and she, looking in his face, was silent.
* * * * *
As the clock struck the hour Jasper Adelstone threaded his way through
the wood, and stood concealed behind the oak by the weir.
He had not spent a pleasant time since the avowal of his love to
Stella, and her refusal. Most men would have been daunted and
discouraged at such a refusal, so scornfully, so decidedly given, but
Jasper Adelstone was not the sort to be so easily balked. Opposition
only served to whet his appetite and harden his resolution.
He had set his mind upon gaining Stella; he had set his mind upon
balking Lord Leycester, and he was not to be turned from his purpose by
her refusing his addresses or the petulance of the boy who had chosen
to insult and set him at defiance.
But he had passed a bad time of it, and was meditating a renewal of the
attack when Lady Lenore's note was brought to him. Although it bore no
signature, he knew from whence it came, and he knew that something had
happened of importance or she would not have sent for him.
Another man might have vented his spite, and taken revenge for the
haughty insolence displayed by her on their former meeting, by keeping
her waiting, but Jasper Adelstone was not altogether a mean man, and
certainly not such a fool as to risk an advantage for the sake of
gratifying a little private malice.
He was punctual to the minute, and stood watching the weir and the
path by turns, with a face that was naturally calm and self-possessed,
though in reality he was burning with impatience.
Presently he heard the rustle of a dress, and saw her coming swiftly
and gracefully through the trees. She wore a dark dress of some soft
stuff, that clung to her supple figure and awoke for a moment his sense
of admiration, but only for a moment; bad as he was, he was faithful
and of single purpose; he had no thought of anyone but Stella. If Lady
Lenore had laid her rank and her wealth at his feet he would have
turned from them.
Lenore came down the path, neither looking to the right nor the left,
but straight before her, her head held up haughtily and her whole gait
as full of pride and conscious power as if she were treading the floor
of a London ball-room. Even in doing a mean thing, she could not do it
meanly. Arrived at the weir she stood for a moment looking down at the
water, her gloved hand resting on the wooden sill, and Jasper watching
her, could not but wonder at her calm self-possession.
"And yet," he thought, "she has more at stake than I. She has a
coronet--and the man she loves," and the thought gave him courage, as
he came out and stood before her, raising his hat.
CHAPTER XXVI.
She turned and inclined her head haughtily, and waited, as if for him
to speak, but Jasper remained silent. She had sent for him; he was here!
At last she spoke.
"You received my note, Mr. Adelstone?"
"I am here," he said, with a slight smile.
She bit her lip, her pride revolting at his presence, at his very tone.
"I sent for you," she said, after a pause, and in the coldest tone,
"because I have some information which I thought would interest you."
"Your ladyship is very good," he said.
"And because," she went on, scorning to accept his thanks, "I thought
you might be of service."
He inclined his head. He would not meet her half way--would not help
her. Let her tell him why she had sent for him, and he would throw
himself into the case, not till then.
"The last time that we met you said words which I am not likely to have
forgotten."
"I have not forgotten them," he said, "and I am prepared to stand by
them."
"You profess to be willing--to be eager to prevent a certain
occurrence?"
"If you mean the marriage of Lord Leycester and Stel--Miss Etheridge, I
am more than willing; I am determined to prevent it!"
"You speak with great confidence," she said.
"I am always confident, Lady Lenore," he said. "It is by confidence
that great things are achieved; this is only a small one."
"And yet it may be beyond your power to achieve," she said, scornfully.
"I think not," he retorted, quietly and gravely.
"Be that as it may," she said, "I have come here this evening to place
in your hands a piece of information respecting the girl in whom you
profess to take an interest."
The blood came to his pale face, and his eyes gleamed with sudden
resentment.
"By 'the girl,' do you refer to Miss Stella Etheridge?" he said,
quietly. "If so, permit me to remind your ladyship that she is a lady!"
Lady Lenore made a gesture of haughty indifference.
"Call her what you please," she said, coldly, insolently. "I did refer
to her."
"And to the man in whom you take an interest?" he said, with an
insolence that matched her own.
The dark red flamed in her face, and she looked at him.