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"I am afraid that I must answer no, Mr. Layard."
Then the poor man broke out into a rhapsody of bitter disappointment, genuine emotion, and pa.s.sionate entreaty.
"It is no use, Mr. Layard," said Stella at last. "Indeed, I am much obliged to you. You have paid me a great compliment, but it is not possible that I should become your wife, and the sooner that is clear the better for us both."
"Are you engaged?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Layard; and probably I never shall be. I have my own ideas about matrimony, and the conditions under which I would undertake it are not at all likely ever to be within my reach."
Again he implored,--for at the time this woman really held his heart,--wringing his hands, and, indeed, weeping in the agony of a repulse which was the more dreadful because it was quite unexpected.
He had scarcely imagined that this poor clergyman's daughter, who had little but her looks and a sweet voice, would really refuse the best match for twenty miles round, nor had his conversation with her father suggested to his mind any such idea.
It was true that Mr. Fregelius had given him no absolute encouragement; he had said that personally the marriage would be very pleasing to himself, but that it was a matter of which Stella must judge; and when asked whether he would speak to his daughter, he had emphatically declined. Still, Stephen Layard had taken this to be all a part of the paternal formula, and rejoiced, thinking the matter as good as settled.
Dreadful indeed, then, was it to him when he found that he was called upon to contemplate the dull obverse of his s.h.i.+eld of faith, and not its bright and s.h.i.+ning face, in which he had seen mirrored so clear a picture of perfect happiness.
So he begged on piteously enough, till at last Stella was forced to stop him by saying as gently as she could:
"Please spare us both, Mr. Layard; I have given my answer, and I am sorry to say that it is impossible for me to go back upon my word."
Then a sudden fury seized him.
"You are in love with somebody else," he said; "you are in love with Morris Monk; and he is a villain, when he is engaged, to go taking you too. I know it."
"Then, Mr. Layard," said Stella, striving to keep her temper, "you know more than I know myself."
"Very likely," he answered. "I never said you knew it, but it's true, for all that. I feel it here--where you will feel it one day, to your sorrow"--and he placed his hand upon his heart.
A sudden terror took hold of her, but with difficulty she found her mental balance.
"I hoped, Mr. Layard," she said, "that we might have parted friends; but how can we when you bring such accusations?"
"I retract them," broke in the distracted man. "You mustn't think anything of what I said; it is only the pain that has made me mad. For G.o.d's sake, at least let us part friends, for then, perhaps, some day we may come together again."
Stella shook her head sadly, and gave him her hand, which he covered with kisses. Then, reeling in his gait like one drunken, the unhappy suitor departed into the falling snow.
Mechanically Stella switched on the instrument, and at once Morris's voice was heard asking:
"I say, hasn't he gone?"
"Yes," she said.
"Thank goodness! Why on earth did you keep him gossiping all that time?
Now then--'Who can number the clouds in wisdom----'"
"Not Mr. Layard or I," thought Stella sadly to herself, as she called back the answering verse.
CHAPTER XIII
TWO QUESTIONS, AND THE ANSWER
At length the light began to fade, and for that day their experiments were over. In token of their conclusion twice Stella rang the electric warning bell which was attached to the aerophone, and in some mysterious manner caused the bell of its twin instrument to ring also. Then she packed the apparatus in its box, for, with its batteries, it was too heavy and too delicate to be carried conveniently, locking it up, and left the church, which she also locked behind her. Outside it was still snowing fast, but softly, for the wind had dropped, and a sharp frost was setting in, causing the fallen snow to scrunch beneath her feet.
About half-way along the bleak line of deserted cliff which stretched from the Dead Church to the first houses of Monksland, she saw the figure of a man walking swiftly towards her, and knew from the bent head and broad, slightly stooping shoulders that it was Morris coming to escort her home. Presently they met.
"Why did you not wait for me?" he asked in an irritated voice, "I told you I was coming, and you know that I do not like you to be tramping about these lonely cliffs at this hour."
"It is very kind of you," she answered, smiling that slow, soft smile which was characteristic of her when she was pleased, a smile that seemed to be born in her beautiful eyes and thence to irradiate her whole face; "but it was growing dreary and cold there, so I thought that I would start."
"Yes," he answered, "I forgot, and, what is more, it is very selfish of me to keep you cooped up in such a place upon a winter's day. Enthusiasm makes one forget everything."
"At least without it we should do nothing; besides, please do not pity me, for I have never been happier in my life."
"I am most grateful," he said earnestly. "I don't know what I should have done without you through this critical time, or what I shall----"
and he stopped.
"It went beautifully to-day, didn't it?" she broke in, as though she had not heard his words.
"Yes," he answered, "beyond all expectations. We must experiment over a greater distance, and then if the thing still works I shall be able to speak with my critics in the gate. You know I have kept everything as dark as possible up to the present, for it is foolish to talk first and fail afterwards. I prefer to succeed first and talk afterwards."
"What a triumph it will be!" said Stella. "All those clever scientists will arrive prepared to mock, then think they are taken in, and at last go away astonished to write columns upon columns in the papers."
"And after that?" queried Morris.
"Oh, after that, honour and glory and wealth and power and--the happy ending. Doesn't it sound nice?"
"Ye--es, in a way. But," he added with energy, "it won't come off. No, not the aerophones, they are right enough I believe, but all the rest of it."
"Why not?"
"Because it is too much. 'Happy endings' don't come off. The happiness lies in the struggle, you know,--an old saying, but quite true.
Afterwards something intervenes."
"To have struggled happily and successfully is happiness in itself.
Whatever comes afterwards nothing can take that away. 'I have done something; it is good; it cannot be changed; it is a stone built for ever in the pyramid of beauty, or knowledge, or advancement.' What can man hope to say more at the last, and how few live to say it, to say it truly? You will leave a great name behind you, Mr. Monk."
"I shall leave my work; that is enough for me," he answered.
For a while they walked in silence; then some thought struck him, and he stopped to ask:
"Why did Layard come to the Dead Church to-day? He said that he was going home, and it isn't on his road."
Stella turned her head, but, even in that faint light, not quickly enough to prevent him seeing a sudden flush change the pallor of her face to the rich colour of her lips.
"To call, I suppose; or," correcting herself, "perhaps from curiosity."
"And what did he talk about?"