As a natural and simple way of advertising their profession they allowed the windows of the music-room to be a little open,so that you had the pleasure of hearing all along the street at any hour between sunrise and sunset fragmentary gems of classical music as interpreted by the young people of twelve or fourteen who took lessons there.But it was said that Mrs.Frankland made most of her income by letting out pianos on hire,and by selling them as agent for the makers.
The report pleased Millborne;it was highly creditable,and far better than he had hoped.He was curious to get a view of the two women who led such blameless lives.
He had not long to wait to gain a glimpse of Leonora.It was when she was standing on her own doorstep,opening her parasol,on the morning after his arrival.She was thin,though not gaunt;and a good,well-wearing,thoughtful face had taken the place of the one which had temporarily attracted him in the days of his nonage.She wore black,and it became her in her character of widow.The daughter next appeared;she was a smoothed and rounded copy of her mother,with the same decision in her mien that Leonora had,and a bounding gait in which he traced a faint resemblance to his own at her age.
For the first time he absolutely made up his mind to call on them.
But his antecedent step was to send Leonora a note the next morning,stating his proposal to visit her,and suggesting the evening as the time,because she seemed to be so greatly occupied in her professional capacity during the day.He purposely worded his note in such a form as not to require an answer from her which would be possibly awkward to write.
No answer came.Naturally he should not have been surprised at this;and yet he felt a little checked,even though she had only refrained from volunteering a reply that was not demanded.
At eight,the hour fixed by himself,he crossed over and was passively admitted by the servant.Mrs.Frankland,as she called herself,received him in the large music-and-dancing room on the first-floor front,and not in any private little parlour as he had expected.This cast a distressingly business-like colour over their first meeting after so many years of severance.The woman he had wronged stood before him,well-dressed,even to his metropolitan eyes,and her manner as she came up to him was dignified even to hardness.She certainly was not glad to see him.But what could he expect after a neglect of twenty years!
'How do you do,Mr.Millborne?'she said cheerfully,as to any chance caller.'I am obliged to receive you here because my daughter has a friend downstairs.'
'Your daughter--and mine.'
'Ah--yes,yes,'she replied hastily,as if the addition had escaped her memory.'But perhaps the less said about that the better,in fairness to me.You will consider me a widow,please.'
'Certainly,Leonora ...'He could not get on,her manner was so cold and indifferent.The expected scene of sad reproach,subdued to delicacy by the run of years,was absent altogether.He was obliged to come to the point without preamble.
'You are quite free,Leonora--I mean as to marriage?There is nobody who has your promise,or--'
'O yes;quite free,Mr.Millborne,'she said,somewhat surprised.
'Then I will tell you why I have come.Twenty years ago I promised to make you my wife;and I am here to fulfil that promise.Heaven forgive my tardiness!'
Her surprise was increased,but she was not agitated.She seemed to become gloomy,disapproving.'I could not entertain such an idea at this time of life,'she said after a moment or two.'It would complicate matters too greatly.I have a very fair income,and require no help of any sort.I have no wish to marry ...What could have induced you to come on such an errand now?It seems quite extraordinary,if I may say so!'
'It must--I daresay it does,'Millborne replied vaguely;'and I must tell you that impulse--I mean in the sense of passion--has little to do with it.I wish to marry you,Leonora;I much desire to marry you.But it is an affair of conscience,a case of fulfilment.Ipromised you,and it was dishonourable of me to go away.I want to remove that sense of dishonour before I die.No doubt we might get to love each other as warmly as we did in old times?'
She dubiously shook her head.'I appreciate your motives,Mr.
Millborne;but you must consider my position;and you will see that,short of the personal wish to marry,which I don't feel,there is no reason why I should change my state,even though by so doing I should ease your conscience.My position in this town is a respected one;Ihave built it up by my own hard labours,and,in short,I don't wish to alter it.My daughter,too,is just on the verge of an engagement to be married,to a young man who will make her an excellent husband.
It will be in every way a desirable match for her.He is downstairs now.'
'Does she know--anything about me?'
'O no,no;God forbid!Her father is dead and buried to her.So that,you see,things are going on smoothly,and I don't want to disturb their progress.'
He nodded.'Very well,'he said,and rose to go.At the door,however,he came back again.
'Still,Leonora,'he urged,'I have come on purpose;and I don't see what disturbance would be caused.You would simply marry an old friend.Won't you reconsider?It is no more than right that we should be united,remembering the girl.'
She shook her head,and patted with her foot nervously.
'Well,I won't detain you,'he added.'I shall not be leaving Exonbury yet.You will allow me to see you again?'
'Yes;I don't mind,'she said reluctantly.
The obstacles he had encountered,though they did not reanimate his dead passion for Leonora,did certainly make it appear indispensable to his peace of mind to overcome her coldness.He called frequently.
