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"Only one word more, George. Is your scruple founded on your want of money? Do you know that Umtongo is my property, not my husband's, and that it will of course one day come to you? I have already said that we would provide you with a house and an income at once. But the future also would be provided for. Mr Vander Heyden could not allege--"
"My scruples, as you term them, have no connection with money. You must urge me no more. I must go, and at once. I shall speak to Margetts without delay," he continued. "He, too, will be sorry to leave Umtongo.
But I shall be much surprised if he does not fall in with my suggestion at once."
Meanwhile Thyrza, who had joined her stepfather in the garden, was having an interview with him which altogether took her by surprise. Old Ludwig Mansen--he was always called _old_ Ludwig, though he wanted a year or two of fifty--was a man very generally respected and beloved.
To the shrewdness of the Dutchman and his placid temper, he added a generosity and unselfishness which are not so common with that people.
He was particularly fond of his stepdaughter, and was just now greatly pleased at a piece of information imparted to him a few days before, which he considered to be the best possible thing for her, and of which he was now going to apprise her.
On the previous Monday he had ridden into Zeerust, to attend a meeting convened for the purpose of protesting against the annexation of the Transvaal, which had taken place several years previously, but which had become every year more odious in the eyes of the Boers. At Zeerust, to his great surprise, he had met old Kransberg, who also had ridden in from Malopo's Kloof. Mansen knew that his neighbour cared no more about the annexation than he did himself. Influenced probably by his English connections, he did not regard the rule of Queen Victoria with any aversion, and knew that, although the English might administer the law with little regard to Boer prejudices, they would at least administer it justly. As for old Kransberg, he had seen too many changes of government to care much who governed the country, so long as they maintained law and order. This was so well known to Ludwig, that he could hardly believe his eyes, when, on turning from a bridle path into the road near Zeerust, he fell in with Kransberg leisurely riding along in the same direction.
Zeerust is one of the loveliest spots in the whole of the Transvaal. It lies in a valley nearly surrounded by hills, which rise to a considerable height on the north, east, and south, while towards the west the level plain extends into the far distance, beyond the range of human vision. It differs from many other valleys of the same country in being supplied abundantly with water throughout the entire year. The vegetation is in consequence always of the freshest green, and every kind of tropical fruit and grain is cultivated, and yields a rich return.
The town, into which the neighbours rode, is not large, but consists of solid, substantial houses, with the great Dutch Presbyterian meeting-house towering in its centre. In the market place adjoining, the horses and waggons of the Boers from the neighbourhood were grouped together, while their owners were flocking in to take part in the meeting. Mansen and Kransberg did not join them. At the request of the latter they betook themselves to the princ.i.p.al inn, where, with much solemnity, but no unnecessary expenditure of words, he made his communication to his neighbour. His nephew Rudolf, it appeared, had arrived at the conclusion that a marriage between himself and Ludwig's stepdaughter would be a desirable arrangement, if it could be arrived at, and he desired permission to pay formal addresses to her if agreeable to her parents. Old Ludwig replied, with equal gravity, that he would inform his wife of the proposal, and answer to it should be sent in due season. The two Gerontes then adjourned to the Town Hall, and listened with imperturbable stolidity to the speeches delivered.
Ludwig rode home, as has been intimated, much pleased with what he had heard; but he did not proceed, immediately on his arrival at Umtongo, to pa.s.s on the news, as an English parent would probably have done. He took an opportunity, a day or two afterwards, when there was nothing of importance to attend to, of communicating it to his wife. A debate was held, at which it was agreed that a message should be sent to Malopo's Kloof, inviting young Rudolf Kransberg to pay a visit at Umtongo on the following Monday, and that, shortly before his arrival, Thyrza should be apprised of his visit and its purport.
Mrs Mansen therefore had had a twofold object in sending her out of the room: first, to stop her malapropos remarks about Annchen Vander Heyden, and secondly, that she might be informed respecting Rudolf's visit.
Thyrza herself, however, did not antic.i.p.ate any more important communication than that possibly her stepfather had purchased a new dress for her in Zeerust. She was a good deal surprised when he inquired of her what might be her exact age.
"Nineteen last December, father," she answered.
"Nineteen," he repeated gravely; "it is an early age at which to marry."
"I daresay it would be," she answered, somewhat startled; "but then, I am not going to marry."
"You do not know that," he observed gravely. "An offer of marriage has been made for you--in most respects a suitable one."
"An offer of marriage to me!" repeated Thyrza in astonishment.
"I did not say _to_ you, but _for_ you," he replied; "the offer will not be made to you just yet."
"And who is to make it?" inquired the damsel hastily.
"You know my neighbour, Mynheer Kransberg of Malopo's Kloof?"
"Yes, but I suppose _he_ doesn't want to marry me?" cried Thyrza.
"Why, no, my daughter," returned Ludwig with a broad smile; "he is somewhat past the age of matrimony. Nay, it is his nephew Rudolf."
"Rudolf Kransberg!" again exclaimed Thyrza; "_he_ wishes to marry me!"
"Even so," rejoined Ludwig. "Does the idea surprise you?"
"I should as soon have expected the wooden soldier outside your summer-house to make love to me!"
"Nay, Thyrza," said Mansen in a displeased tone, "this does not become you. He is a worthy youth, and deserves due consideration."
"Well, but I may tell him, as soon as he comes--I suppose he _is_ coming?"
"He comes to-day," answered Ludwig.
"Well, then, I may tell him I can't marry him, and there will be an end of it."
"By no means; matters cannot be settled so hastily. Do you remember that he came over here about three months ago?"
"Oh yes, when we found out that George was at his uncle's house. I remember that quite well."
"Well, it appears that he came over with credentials from his uncle then, intending to address you. But Mr Margetts, not suspecting his purpose, insisted on riding back with him at once. If he had known the object of his visit, Mr Margetts would not have so taken him away."
Not feeling quite so sure of that, Thyrza remained silent for a minute or two, and then rejoined--
"But if he has put off any renewal of his visit for more than three months, he cannot be very much in earnest about this."
"You do not understand our ways. We do not do things in a hurry. No, Thyrza, you must receive him with all consideration, and must not, at all events, reject him before he makes his offer."
"And how long will it be before he makes it?"
"I cannot say; probably some months. He will come over occasionally, at intervals, and then you will receive him in the proper manner."
"And what is the proper manner?" inquired Thyrza, who was growing more and more discomposed at every fresh detail.
"Why, when he arrives, you will of course shake hands with him, and then he will probably say no more to you till after supper. Then he will remain in the parlour; and then you will wait till we are gone to bed, and then go to him--"
"Gracious, father, you are not serious!"
"Perfectly so, Thyrza. The room will be dark, but you will take a piece of candle with you, which you will light; and the interview between you will last until the candle has burned out. Then you will retire to bed, and he will ride home. That is the usual custom."
"And who is to provide the piece of candle?"
"You must do that. But stop a moment, Thyrza. The candle must be sufficiently long to allow of a proper interview. I have heard of young women taking not more than half an inch of candle--"
"I shouldn't have taken a quarter of an inch--" muttered under her breath--"if it had rested with me."
"I must insist that a proper-sized candle is used--not less than three inches long. Your mother will provide it, and place it on your table.
And here is the young man coming," he added; "I hear his horse's steps outside."
Thyrza fled to her room, resolved, at all events, not to encounter her swain before supper-time. Meeting George and Redgy an hour or two afterwards, she confided to them her troubles, and implored them at all events to keep her unwelcome suitor engaged until she was obliged to meet him at supper.
"See him while a bit of candle is burning!" exclaimed Margetts, to whom the custom seemed as _outre_ as it had to Thyrza. "Why don't you take a bit of candle as thin as a crown-piece? You'd soon have done with him then."
"Ah, I thought of that," said Thyrza; "but they won't allow it. My mother has looked up a piece of candle long enough for an hour and a halfs interview and laid it on my dressing-table. I must take that with me; and however I am to endure an hour and a half of it I cannot think."
"Well, you must make the best of it," said Redgy. "George, I think you had better take her out for a walk till supper-time. I'll go in and entertain the enamoured gentleman, if he requires entertainment."
On entering the parlour, however, it did not appear that the _soupirant_ for Thyrza's favour either expected or desired any entertainment. He had duly arrived, looking very stiff and solemn in his new leather and buckram suit, and, after shaking hands with everybody all round, had seated himself in the corner, where he had remained ever since without speaking a word to any one. So he continued the entire afternoon and evening, until the supper-hour arrived, and he took his place at the table with the others, but carefully keeping the whole length and breadth of the table between himself and the object of his affection.
Not a syllable did he utter during the meal; and Thyrza had come to believe that he had changed his mind and did not intend to address her, when suddenly, a few minutes before the party broke up for the night, he moved across the room and whispered in her ear, though loud enough for every one to hear, "I say, we'll sit up to-night!"
The dispersion of the party delivered Thyrza from the necessity of replying, and presently every one had retired to his chamber, excepting Rudolf Kransberg, who remained in the parlour, which was now pitch dark, and George and Redgy, who lingered in the pa.s.sage.