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"Indeed you will," said Janetta, warmly. "My father would never keep me away from any one who wanted me and one of my mother's relations too. But I came to-night because I found this dear little boy outside your grounds. He tells me that his name is Julian Wyvis Brand, and that he is your son's little boy." For the first time Mrs. Brand turned her eyes upon the child.
"You mean " "I mean women who have not the courage to be true," said Cuthbert, in a low voice. He did not look at his brother, but he felt certain that a thrill of pain passed through him. For a minute or two Wyvis did not speak. "Well," he said at last, forcing an uneasy laugh, "I think that she was perhaps right. She might not have been very happy.
He had brought up his son according to his own ideas; and the result did not seem entirely satisfactory. Vague rumors occasionally reached Beaminster of scrapes and scandals in which the young Brands figured; it was said that Wyvis was a particularly black sheep, and that he did his best to corrupt his younger brother Cuthbert.
He turned round slowly, and looked at her, not at his mother, as he replied: "Yes, I am willing to begin again," he said. "I never wished her any harm." "Then, you will forgive her for Wyvis' sake? For Julian's sake?" said Janetta. A strange contraction of the features altered Mrs. Brand's face for a moment: her breath came with difficulty and her lips turned white.
"She would never forgive you if you married her without telling her the truth." Wyvis laughed scornfully. "You know nothing about it. A woman will forgive anything to the man she loves." "Not a meanness!" said the girl, sharply. "Yes, meanness, deceit, lies, anything so long as it was done for her sake." "I don't believe that would be the case with Margaret.
I shall never be allowed to write. And I thought it would be terrible to go without letting Wyvis know that I will never, never forget him. And I am only nineteen now, and I can't do as I like; but, when I am twenty-one, nobody can prevent me " "Why should anybody prevent you now?" said Wyvis gloomily. He drew nearer and laid his hand upon her shoulder. "Why should you wait?
The older woman was still weeping, and Janetta was engaged in soothing and caressing her; but neither of them lost a word which passed between the man for whom they cared and the woman whom at that moment they both sincerely hated. "But is it a good reason?" said Wyvis at last. His eye flashed beneath his dark brow, his nostril began to quiver.
Fortunately for Margaret's reputation, it was currently believed that Wyvis Brand's wife was dead. Those who had some notion that she was living thought that he had divorced her. The general impression was that he was at any rate free to marry; and that he was laying siege to the heart of the prettiest girl in the County now seemed an indisputable fact.
The calm audacity of the woman took me by surprise. She looked as amiable as if we were close friends meeting after a long absence. I hope you won't be very angry with me when I tell you how I answered her. 'Pardon me, I said, 'my name is Wyvis not Brand. And then I went on talking to my muscular Christian on the left. "She looked just a little bit disconcerted. Not much, you know.
But Margaret was neither passionately loving nor of indomitable courage. Wyvis stepped forward and took her by the hand. Lady Caroline's eyebrows contracted a little, but she did not interfere. She seemed to hold herself resolutely aloof for a time and listened, Janetta thought, as if she were present at a very interesting comedy of modern manners. "Margaret, look at me!" said the man.
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