secrecy by a hundred oaths, and ended by declaring that the
girl who could
betray her friend's love, even to a brother,
would be as black a
traitor as a soldier in a
garrison who should
open the city gates to the enemy. While they were yet discussing
the matter, Bold returned, and Eleanor was forced into
sudden action: she had either to accomplish or
abandon her
plan; and having slipped into her friend's bedroom, as the
gentleman closed the hall door, she washed the marks of tears
from her eyes, and
resolved within herself to go through with
it. 'Tell him I am here,' said she, 'and coming in; and mind,
whatever you do, don't leave us.' So Mary informed her
brother, with a somewhat sombre air, that Miss Harding was
in the next room, and was coming to speak to him.
Eleanor was certainly thinking more of her father than herself,
as she arranged her hair before the glass, and removed the
traces of sorrow from her face; and yet I should be
untrue if
I said that she was not
anxious to appear well before her lover:
why else was she so sedulous with that
stubborn curl that
would rebel against her hand, and smooth so
eagerly her
ruffled ribands? why else did she damp her eyes to
dispel the
redness, and bite her pretty lips to bring back the colour? Of
course she was
anxious to look her best, for she was but a
mortal angel after all. But had she been
immortal, had she
flitted back to the sitting-room on a cherub's wings, she could
not have had a more
faithful heart, or a truer wish to save her
father at any cost to herself.
John Bold had not met her since the day when she left him
in dudgeon in the
cathedral close. Since that his whole time
had been occupied in promoting the cause against her father,
and not unsuccessfully. He had often thought of her, and
turned over in his mind a hundred
schemes for showing her
how disinterested was his love. He would write to her and
beseech her not to allow the
performance of a public duty to
injure him in her
estimation; he would write to Mr Harding,
explain all his views, and
boldly claim the warden's daughter,
urging that the untoward circumstances between them need
be no bar to their ancient friendship, or to a closer tie; he
would throw himself on his knees before his
mistress; he would
wait and marry the daughter when the father has lost his
home and his
income; he would give up the lawsuit and go to
Australia, with her of course, leaving The Jupiter and Mr
Finney to complete the case between them. Sometimes as he
woke in the morning fevered and
impatient, he would blow
out his brains and have done with all his cares--but this idea
was generally
consequent on an imprudent supper enjoyed in
company with Tom Towers.
How beautiful Eleanor appeared to him as she slowly walked
into the room! Not for nothing had all those little cares been
taken. Though her sister, the archdeacon's wife, had spoken
slightingly of her charms, Eleanor was very beautiful when
seen aright. Hers was not of those impassive faces, which have
the beauty of a
marble bust;
finely chiselled features, perfect
in every line, true to the rules of symmetry, as lovely to a
stranger as to a friend, unvarying unless in
sickness, or as age
affects them. She had no
startling brilliancy of beauty, no
pearly whiteness, no
radiant carnation. She had not the
majestic
contour that rivets attention, demands
instant wonder
and then disappoints by the
coldness of its charms. You might
pass Eleanor Harding in the street without notice, but you
could hardly pass an evening with her and not lose your heart.
She had never appeared more lovely to her lover than she
now did. Her face was
animated though it was serious, and
her full dark lustrous eyes shone with
anxiousenergy; her
hand trembled as she took his, and she could hardly pronounce
his name, when she addressed him. Bold wished with all his
heart that the Australian
scheme was in the act of realisation,
and that he and Eleanor were away together, never to hear
further of the lawsuit.
He began to talk, asked after her health--said something
about London being very
stupid, and more about Barchester
being very pleasant; declared the weather to be very hot, and
then inquired after Mr Harding.
'My father is not very well,' said Eleanor.