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"Yes,--" she said without stirring her position.
"Security is given by them, most amply and abundantly, to every sincere applicant. Your life has been a sheltered one, Miss Eleanor, and a kind one; you can have no very grievous sins to charge yourself with."
"I would like to get rid of such as I have," answered Eleanor without moving.
"You were baptized in infancy?"
"Yes, sir."
"You have never been confirmed?"
"No, sir."
"Every baptized child of the Church, Miss Eleanor, owes it to G.o.d, to herself, and the Church, upon arriving at a proper age, to come forward and openly take upon herself--or himself--but I am talking of you,--the vows made for her in her infancy, at her baptism, by her sponsors. Upon doing this, she is received into full members.h.i.+p with the Church and ent.i.tled to all its privileges; and undoubtedly security is one of them. That is what you want to do, Miss Eleanor; and I am truly rejoiced that your mind is setting itself to the contemplation of its duties--and responsibilities. In the station you are preparing to occupy, the head of all this neighbourhood--Wiglands and Rythdale both--it is most important, most important, that your example should be altogether blameless and your influence thrown altogether on the right side. That influence, my dear Miss Eleanor, is very great."
"Dr. Cairnes, my one single present desire, is to do right and feel safe, myself."
"Precisely. And to do right, is the way to feel safe. I will give you a little work, preparatory to the ordinance of confirmation, Miss Eleanor, which I entreat you to study and prayerfully follow. That will relieve all your difficulties, I have no fear. There it is, Miss Eleanor."
"Will this rite--will this ordinance," said Eleanor closing her fingers on the book and for the first time looking the doctor straight in the face,--"will it give me that helmet of salvation, of which I have heard?"
"Hey? what is that?" said the doctor.
"I have heard--and read--of the Christian 'helmet of salvation.' I have seen that a person whose brows are covered by it, goes along fearless, hopeful, and happy, dreading nothing in this life or the next.--Will being confirmed, put this helmet upon my head?--make me fearless and happy too?"
"My dear Miss Eleanor, I cannot express how you astonish me. I always have thought you were one of the strongest-hearted persons I knew; and in your circ.u.mstances I am sure it was natural--But to your question.
The benefit of confirmation, my dear young lady, as well as of every other ordinance of the Church, depends of course on the manner and spirit with which we engage in it. There is confirming and strengthening grace in it undoubtedly for all who come to the ordinance in humble obedience, with prayer and faith, and who truly take upon them their vows."
"But, Dr. Cairnes, I might die before I could be confirmed; and I want rest and security now. I do not have it, day nor night. I have not, ever since the time when I was so ill last summer. I want it _now_."
"My dear Miss Eleanor, the only way to obtain security and rest, is in doing one's duty. Do your duty now, and it will come. Your conscience has taken up the matter, and will have satisfaction. Give it satisfaction, and rest will come."
"How can I give it satisfaction?" said Eleanor sitting up and looking at the doctor. "I feel myself guilty--I know myself exposed to ruin, to death that means death; what can I give to my conscience, to make it be still?"
"The Church offers absolution for their sins to all that are truly sorry for them," said the doctor. "Are you penitent on account of your sins, Miss Eleanor?"
"Penitent?--I don't know," said Eleanor drooping a little from her upright position. "I feel them, and know them, and wish them away; but if I were penitent, they would be gone, wouldn't they? and they are not gone."
"I see how it is," said the doctor. "You have too much leisure to think, and your thoughts are turning in upon themselves and becoming morbid. I think this is undue sensitiveness, my dear Miss Eleanor. The sins we wish away, will never be made a subject of judgment against us.
I shall tell my friend Mr. Carlisle that his presence is wanted here, for something more important than the interests of the county. I shall tell him he must not let you think too much. I think he and I together can put you right. In the mean while, you read my little book."
"Dr. Cairnes, what I have said to you is said in strict confidence. I do not wish it spoken of, even to my mother."
"Of course, of course!" said the doctor. "_That_ is all understood. The Church never reveals her children's secrets. But I shall only give him a little gentle hint, which will be quite sufficient, I have no doubt; and I shall have just the co-operation that I desire."
"How excellent your cheese is, Dr. Cairnes."
"Ah! you like it," said the doctor. "I am proud. I always purchase my cheese myself--that is one thing I do not leave to my sister. But this one I think is particularly fine. You won't take a half gla.s.s of ale with it?--no,--I know Mr. Carlisle does not like ale. But it would be a good sequent of your ride, nevertheless."
"I did not ride, sir. I walked."
"Walked from Ivy Lodge! All this way to see me, Miss Eleanor?"
"No sir--only for a walk, and to see the ruins. Then I was driven to take shelter here."
"I am very glad of it! I am very glad of it!" said the doctor. "I have not enjoyed my luncheon so much in a year's time; and you delight me too, my dear Miss Eleanor, by your present dispositions. But walk all the way here! I shall certainly write to Mr. Carlisle."
Eleanor's cheeks flushed, and she rose. "Not only all the way here, but all the way back again," said she; "so it is time I bade you good bye."
The doctor was very anxious to carry her home in the chaise; Eleanor was more determined that he should not; and determination as usual carried the day. The doctor shook his head as he watched her off.
"Are you going to shew this spirit to Mr. Carlisle?" he said.
Which remark gave Eleanor an impetus that carried her a third of her way home. During the remaining two thirds she did a good deal of thinking; and arrived at the Lodge with her mind made up. There was no chance of peace and a good time for her, without going away from home.
Dr. Cairnes' officiousness would be sure to do something to arouse Mr.
Carlisle's watchfulness; and then--"the game will be up," said Eleanor to herself. "Between his being here and the incessant expectation of him, there will be no rest for me. I must get away." She laid her plans.
After dinner she slipped away and sought her father in his study. It was called his study, though very little of that character truly belonged to it. More truly it balanced between the two purposes of a smoking-room and an office; for county business was undoubtedly done there; and it was the nook of retirement where the Squire indulged himself in his favoured luxury, the sweet weed. The Squire took it pure, in a pipe; no cigars for him; and filling his pipe Eleanor found him. She lit the pipe for him, and contrary to custom sat down. The Squire puffed away.
"I thought you didn't care for this sort of thing, Eleanor," he remarked. "Are you learning not to mind it already? It is just as well!
Perhaps your husband will want you to sit with him when he smokes."
"I would not do that for any man in the world, papa, except you!"
"Ho! Ho!" said the Squire. "Good wives, my dear, do not mind trifles.
They had better not, at any rate."
"Papa," said Eleanor, whose cheeks were flaming, "do you not think, since a girl must give up her liberty so completely in marrying, that she ought to be allowed a good little taste of it beforehand?"
"St. George and the Dragon! I do," said the Squire. "Your mother says it tends to lawlessness--and I say, I don't care. That is not my concern. If a man cannot rule his wife, he had better not have one--that is my opinion; and in your case, my dear, there is no fear.
Mr. Carlisle is quite equal to his duties, or I am mistaken in him."
Eleanor felt nearly wild under her father's speeches; nevertheless she sat perfectly quiet, only fiery about her cheeks.
"Then, papa, to come to the point, don't you think in the little time that remains to me for my own, I might be allowed to do what I please with myself?"
"I should say it was a plain case," said the Squire. "Take your pleasure, Nellie; I won't tether you. What do you want to do, child? I take it, you belong to me till you belong to somebody else."
"Papa, I want to run away, and make a visit to my aunt Caxton. I shall never have another chance in the world--and I want to go off and be by myself and feel free once more, and have a good time."
"Poor little duck!" said her father. "You are a sensible girl, Nellie.
Go off; n.o.body shall hinder you."
"Papa, unless you back me, mamma and Mr. Carlisle will not hear of it."
"I'd go before he comes down then," said the Squire, knocking the ashes out of his pipe energetically. "St. George! I believe that man half thinks, sometimes, that I am one of his tenantry? The lords of Rythdale always did lord it over everything that came in their way. Now is your only chance, Eleanor; run away, if you're a mind to; Mr. Carlisle is master in his own house, no doubt, but he is not master in mine; and I say, you may go. Do him no harm to be kept on short commons for a little while."
With a joyful heart Eleanor went back to the drawing-room, and sat patiently still at some fancy work till Mrs. Powle waked up from a nap.