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"Oh, my daughter!" cried Potts. "Will you still be relentless?" "Help me!" cried Beatrice, and she opened the cab-door. "The policeman can do nothing," said Potts. "You are not of age. He will not dare to take you from me." "I implore you," cried Beatrice, "save me from this man. Take me to the police-station any where rather than leave me here!"
The figure of Beatrice, which appears veiled under the allegory, and indistinct in the bright cloud of the mysticism of the "Divina Commedia," takes her place in life and on the earth through the "Vita Nuova," as definitely as Dante himself.
Mr Oriel became engaged demurely, nay, almost silently, to Beatrice, and no one out of their own immediate families was at the time informed of the matter. It was arranged very differently from those two other matches embryo, or not embryo, those, namely, of Augusta with Mr Moffat, and Frank with Mary Thorne.
"Tired?" he asked, timidly. "Dead. It's terrible, papa. I don't know how I'll stay bucked up. I want to burst out crying every time a bell rings or any one speaks to me.... Oh, Jody, your fingers are all thumbs! Please try it again." "It looks nice," her father ventured, indicating the puff of gold hair. Beatrice did not answer; she sighed and had Johanna proceed.
The going proved hard, for with the warmer climate that now favored the country, undergrowth had sprung up far more luxuriantly than in the days of the old-time civilization; but Stern and Beatrice were used to labor, and together he ahead to break or cut a path they struggled through the wood.
"I have other duties besides those to you, mamma; when one has promised to marry a man, one is surely bound to consider him a little. If I have the chance of meeting him, I shall certainly take it." "I shall take very good care that you have no such chances, Beatrice." "Very well, mamma; you will, of course, do as you think best."
Beatrice divined that she herself had been no less ensnared than her companion; that Peschiera, distrustful of her firmness in evil, had precluded her from the power of reparation. She was in a house only tenanted by his hirelings. Not a hope to save Violante from a fate that now appalled her seemed to remain.
"Quite so, ladies generally have an excuse for doing what they want to do." "It is not an excuse, Mr. Bingham," Beatrice answered, with dignity; "there is no need for me to make excuses to you about my movements." "Of course not, Miss Granger; but it would be more polite to tell me when you change your mind next time, you know. However, I have no doubt that the Castle has attractions for you."
It was no great task that Beatrice had set herself, but it was not rendered any more easy because the Countess pranced about the room as if unable to keep still. She held in her hand a smelling bottle with a powerful perfume that Beatrice had never smelt before. It was sweet yet pungent, and carried just a suggestion of a tonic perfume with it. But the task was accomplished at length.
His efforts had thus far been useless, and he did not wish to tell her till he could bring proof. That proof, unfortunately, he was not able to find, and he could only tell his conjectures. It was for these, then, that Beatrice waited in anxious expectation.
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