Alice, or the Mysteries — Book 05

								

awe, of Evelyn,--placed him at a distance from her heart!  When she asked
herself if he loved her, she did not ask, even in that hour, if she loved
him.  But even the question she did ask, her judgment answered erringly
in the negative.  Why should he love, and yet fly her?  She understood
not his high-wrought scruples, his self-deluding belief.  Aubrey was more
puzzled than enlightened by his conversation with his pupil; only one
thing seemed certain,--her delight to return to the cottage and her
mother.
Evelyn could not sufficiently recover her composure to mix with the party
below; and Aubrey, at the sound of the second dinner-bell, left her to
her solitude, and bore her excuses to Mrs. Merton.
"Dear me!" said that worthy lady; "I am so sorry.  I thought Miss Cameron
looked fatigued at breakfast, and there was something hysterical in her
spirits; and I suppose the surprise of your arrival has upset her.
Caroline, my dear, you had better go and see what she would like to have
taken up to her room,--a little soup and the wing of a chicken."
"My dear," said Mr. Merton, rather pompously, "I think it would be but a
proper respect to Miss Cameron, if you yourself accompanied Caroline."
"I assure you," said the curate, alarmed at the avalanche of politeness
that threatened poor Evelyn,--"I assure you that Miss Cameron would
prefer being left alone at present; as you say, Mrs. Merton, her spirits
are rather agitated."
But Mrs. Merton, with a sliding bow, had already quitted the room, and
Caroline with her.
"Come back, Sophy!  Cecilia, come back!" said Mr. Merton, settling his
jabot.
"Oh, dear Evy! poor dear Evy!--Evy is ill!" said Sophy; "I may go to Evy?
I must go, Papa!"
"No, my dear, you are too noisy; these children are quite spoiled, Mr.
Aubrey."
The old man looked at them benevolently, and drew them to his knee; and,
while Cissy stroked his long white hair, and Sophy ran on about dear
Evy's prettiness and goodness, Lord Vargrave sauntered into the room.
On seeing the curate, his frank face lighted up with surprise and
pleasure; he hastened to him, seized him by both hands, expressed the
most heartfelt delight at seeing him, inquired tenderly after Lady
Vargrave, and, not till he was out of breath, and Mrs. Merton and
Caroline returning apprised him of Miss Cameron's indisposition, did his
rapture vanish; and, as a moment before he was all joy, so now he was all
sorrow.
The dinner passed off dully enough; the children, re-admitted to dessert,
made a little relief to all parties; and when they and the two ladies
went, Aubrey himself quickly rose to join Evelyn.
"Are you going to Miss Cameron?" said Lord Vargrave; "pray say how
unhappy I feel at her illness.  I think these grapes--they are very
fine--could not hurt her.  May I ask you to present them with my
best--best and most anxious regards?  I shall be so uneasy till you
return.  Now, Merton (as the door closed on the curate), let's have