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And then she reflected what it would be to owe perhaps her life to the mercy of Daniel Thwaite, to the mercy of her enemy, of him who knew, if no one else should know, that she had attempted to murder him. It would be better for her, should she be spared to do so, to go away to some distant land, where she might hide her head for ever. "May I go to him, mamma, to see him?" Lady Anna asked.
There seemed something to do in the native town of narrow streets and evil-smelling lanes, for the sound of shouting and desultory firing rose above the stir of the fort. The telegraph office abutted on the far end of the bridge, and Thwaite had taken the precaution of bidding the native officer he had sent across keep his men posted around the end of the passage.
Thwaite would, of course, have the advantage of the income during his wife's life. The attorney, in explaining all this, made an exceedingly good legal exposition, and then waited for the tailor's assent. "Are those Lady Anna's instructions?" Mr. Goffe replied that the proposal was made in accordance with the advice of the Solicitor-General.
"My dear," she said one day when Daniel Thwaite had left them, "you should be less free in your manner with that young man." "What do you mean, mamma?" said the daughter, blushing. "You had better call him Mr. Thwaite." "But I have called him Daniel ever since I was born." "He always calls you Lady Anna." "Sometimes he does, mamma."
She took it for granted that her mother would be present. She certainly anticipated no pleasure from the meeting, though she would be glad, very glad, to see Daniel Thwaite once again. Before she had time to answer herself a question the carriage had stopped, and she could see her mother at the drawing-room window.
"It could not have been so when you had not seen me. Will you take a message from me to Daniel Thwaite?" He thought awhile before he answered it. "No, I cannot do that." "Then I must find another messenger. Mr. Goffe will do it perhaps. He shall tell me how much he wants to keep, and the rest shall be yours. That is all. If you tell mamma, ask her not to be hard to me."
"You think then it is that which I have wanted?" "It is that which the family wants, and I can understand that it should be wanted. As for myself, for mamma and me, you can hardly understand how it has been with us when we were young. You despise Mr. Thwaite, because he is a tailor." "I am sure he is not fit to be the husband of Lady Anna Lovel."
Thwaite wishes that banns should be read in church for our marriage." "Banns!" exclaimed the Countess. "Yes, mamma; he thinks it best." The Countess made no further observation.
Indifferent visitors, who might be and often were intruders, were but seldom admitted at that modest gate; but Daniel Thwaite was at once shown into the presence of the man of letters. They had not seen each other since Daniel was a youth, and neither would have known the other. The poet was hardly yet an old man, but he had all the characteristics of age.
"How many daggers you can use, Mr. Thwaite! But this young man is good. You yourself have said that you have heard so." "I have heard nothing to the contrary, my lady." "And what shall I do?" "Just explain it all to Lady Anna. I think it will be clear then." "You believe that she will be so easily pleased?" "Why should she not be pleased? She'll have some maiden scruples, doubtless.
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