!^$M^5^^^?« ^!7»PfPP LI E) RAR.Y OF THE U N I VERSITY or ILLINOIS v.l-3 l,^t LAND AHEAD VOL. I. LAND AHEAD SI BY COURTENEY GRANT, AUTHOR OF "LITTLE LADY LORKAINE," "OUR NEXT NEIGHBOUR," ETC. Human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-Love but serves the virtuous mind to wake. As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre moved, a circle strait succeeds. Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th' oerHowinjrs of the mind Take every creature in, of ev'ry kind ; Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest. And Heaven beholds its image in his breast.— Pope's Essay on Man. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON; CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193 PICCADILLY. 1878. [All Rights reserved.] CLAY AND TAYLOR, PRINTEllS. y,l~3 LAND AHEAD! i CHAPTER I. I hold it truth, with him who sings ^ ' To one clear harp, in divers tones, ^ That men may rise on stepping-stones I. Of their dead selves to higher things. In Ifemoriam. — Like a broad band of liojht sbone the waters of ^- the Rhine in the rays of the soft moonlight ; the V^ mountains on either side seemed to ghower and frown on the river, as though they were jealous sentinels of such beauty. The bright water, now sometimes lost in their dark shadow, and now emerging into a dazzlingly brilliant silver light, seemed to be coquetting, archly smiling, with its guardians. The hills too seemed sometimes won over, as though bending their heads in the moon- light to listen to its voice; then as suddenly V OL. I. B 2 LAND ahead! retreating into tile black gloom of shadow and shutting their souls to the siren's song. Nature's majesty was, however, as usual, sadly interfered with by the busy hand of man ; here the shrill sound of the railway whistle awoke the old hills with a sudden start, and there the ugly shape of a steamer and the paddle of its wheels and its smoking funnel overshadowed the still beauty of the river. So far had the hand of Progress advanced in the year 1867. Among the human freight on board one of these boats sat a group of German students ; they were not thinking about the beauty of the scenery, they were seeking their amusement from another source. They had at first attempted some raillery on a worthy old couple who were seated near them, amid their bundles and packages, ready at the first signal to disembark ; but the old people had very soon discovered the intentions of the young men, and turning a deaf ear to all their questions, treated them with sovereign contempt. " You must leave the good man alone, I think, my friends,'' said a young German, laughing, as he saw their discomfiture, and sympathized with their feeling of weariness, consequent on having no frolic on hand. LAND ahead! 3 " Ah ! they are dull/' said one of the students, smiling back to him. The young man wrapped his cloak more closely around him, and pursued his walk up and down the deck. " Who is he ? " asked another of the group, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and leaning over the little table towards him who had spoken. ** I do not know. From Berlin, I think." ** An officer, surely." " Yes," said another, stopping to pull a long draught of beer, " I have seen him ; I think he is in one of the Garde Eegiments." " And I," said the first, " have seen him at Heidelberg, I am sure." The young stranger passed them once or twice in his walk, but he did not seem anxious for conversation. He stopped, and presently leaning over the side of the boat, to all aj)pearance was lost in his own reflections. *' He must be deeply in love to look at the moon like that," said one. " Yes ! " said another, " something: like this." And with a rich full voice he trolled out a song, while the rest joined in chorus, clinking their glasses, and raising their voices so loud that no other sound could be heard. B 2 4 LAND ahead! A young Englishman who head been hovering about, and was evidently tired of his own society, laughed out loud as they concluded. " Could not you give us an English song, mein herr ? " asked one of the students. "Nothing so fine as that," said the youth; " and then you would not understand it." " Not understand love-songs I Oh ! what men must we be then? All the world understands love-songs. But ach ! I forgot. The English have not got any, nor do they understand love at all." " Oh, but they do though, and all the more perhaps that they do not sing or say so much about it as you Germans.'' Anger flashed out on the faces of the students. " You English think of nothing but money- making. There is no poetry, no soul in you." " I don't know about our souls," said the English youth ; " but we have plenty of poetry." " Not in the people, not universal, as we have. You have your one poet perhaps in a hundred years. We are all poets." " AYhat do you say to our Shakspere ? " " Ah ! that is what you Englishmen all say. He existed — if he existed — some centuries ago, and is to last you for all time." LAND ahead! 5 ^'Ifhe existed ! what do you mean, sir ? " " Many think it took many men to produce his writings, and that all you call his work is not by him." " Germany is jealous of England," said the boy thoughtlessly. " Jealous, mein gott ! Do you hear ? Jealous ! of such a little country of merchants and money- makers and traders. Why ! .what are you to us ! " " Hear him ! " *' Listen to that!" They got up on their feet and began to surround him, animation on their faces, delighted to have picked a quarrel at last, and it might have turned out rather awkwardly for the Englishman had not the officer, who had been listening idly to the conversation without joining in it, now stepped into the circle. " You are a little hard in your arguments, my friends, on this gentleman. He is but one against you all, and his German at least sounds to me better than your English." " He says we are jealous of England." " Ach ! that is not true. But you chose your words badly, — they were not courteous ; and jealousy is not courteous, so he mistook." *' Oh ! he mistook ! " grumbled they sullenly. 6 LAND ahead! *' We are not civil either to our foreign guest," he continued. "I for one offer him a glass of our Bavarian beer, and drink his health." The youth smiled as he thanked him, and apologized for his bad German as he set down his glass, saying his lack of words often caused him to choose stronger terms than he should use naturally. "They are dangerous fellows, those young Heidelberg men," said the officer, drawing him slightly apart. " They always try to quarrel, and do not care how they begin. '^ " I was foolish to join in their conversation." " Look at them now calling for a song. By Heaven, I will give them one." And stepping up to them, the stranger sang them a song in a rich well-modulated voice. Shouts of applause followed, and one voice after another rang out drinking his health and that of his friend. The young Englishman smiled doubtfully at the gay German, as they were thus coupled together. Just then the steamer stopped, voices called, and lights on the river bank showed they had reached a place of some importance. " Ach ! this must be Sonnenthal," said the German. "Adieu, my friend! Adieu, all of you ! I must leave you ! " LAND ahead! 7 The Englishman then awoke as from a reverie, and with true insular stolidity shouldered his bag, nodded a silent adieu to the group, and, landing, was soon lost in the crowd, and seen no more. His quasi-friend, on the contrary, immediately became the centre of an animated crowd. He had more luggage than the Englishman, and there seemed to be some difficulty in collecting it ; then, when it was collected, he was persecuted by officious men, all anxious to carry it away. Singling out one of them, the possessor of the baggage bade him stand by it till he returned, and stepping across the road, he accosted the portly landlord of the inn, who was standing in the porch with his hands in his pockets, smoking his pipe. The steamer had gone off by this time, and there was comparative quiet. '* How can I best get to Sonnenfels, my friend — driving or walking ? I have been before, but I forget." " If mein herr would drive I can e^et him a carriage at once, or if he walks one of my men shall show him the way ; it is short but steep." • " But I have luggage." ^' Well, mein herr, I think I would drive." " Then order me a carriage." 8 LAND ahead! " Will mein herr step inside '? Ach I " said the good man, as he half turned and saw his visitor's face in the full light, "but I do not think you are a stranger here ! I think, nay ! I am sure," and he drew his hand across his brow as he spoke, " that I have seen you before." " You are clever at faces then indeed ; but yes ! I have been here before." " I was sure of it. And now I think of it — you are our lady of Sonnenfels' cousin, he who came two years ago, to stay so long she hoped, just before Hans Senden died, and who went away so soon. How we all talked about it ! ^' " Did you ? " " Count Valentin von Broderode, is it not ? " "The same, my friend. Will you order my carriage J 2" With many obsequious bows, the landlord left him, and Valentin, growing impatient, alternately consulted his watch and the distant but sub- stantial form of the Castle of Sonnenfels, situated on the summit of the hill above the town. "Tell me about the death of my cousin's husband !" said he to the old man when he came back. " Was it very sudden ? " " It was. But will not mein herr take some refreshment? not a glass of wine or beer or any- LAND AHEAD 1 9 thing ! acli ! gut ! some of my Assmanshausen — it is ofood — we are famous for it — and the vines were good last year." "It is excellent, Herr Flugel. But tell me about Hans Senden." " But it was sad. You know he was subject to fits of passion, strangely excitable ; it seemed too that he had heart-disease, which no one knew before ; and so one day, all of a sudden, after one of these bursts of anger, he suddenly fell down, and they found he was dead." " How dreadful ! But what excited him so ? " " Ah ! that no one knew. They were alone, he and our lady, and it was something she said. It was very soon after you had been here, and had left so abruptly. Perhaps now Count von Broderode will stay longer ? " There was a sly twinkle in the landlord's eye as he put this question, but Count Valentin answered haughtily — " No ! I have only come on family matters. I shall not stay." "Our lady is lonely, they say, and has so few visitors." " Ah ! here is the carriage, I suppose." " But no ! how quick they drive. That can- not be Heinrich ! Ah ! let me see ! AVhy, -it 10 LAND ahead! is our lady herself; she has come to fetch youj " Yon Broderode stepped out into the porch just as the coachman pulled up, and was instantly greeted by shrill female tones. ^' Ah, Valentin ! are you there ? — have you been waiting ? I am so sorry, but I could not help it. We were at a concert, and we could not get away ! " " Oh, there is no hurry, Lotta ! I have only just come ! " " This is Frau Steingracht, Valentin ! poor Hans' sister ! she is prepared to like you for my sake, Valentin ! " There was disappointment amongst the little group round the inn at this advent of Frau Senden. The landlord's fly would not be wanted, nor more would the porter's truck or his assistance. Having paid for his refreshment at " The Three Eoses," and having distributed a handful of small coins amongst the disappointed porters, Valentin was soon installed in the carriao-e Avith the two ladies, and proceeded up the hill to Sonnenfels. " How lovely your castle looks in the moon- light, Lotta ! " said he. " I have been admiring it with Hans Fluofel." LAND ahead! 11 *^ Did you remember him, Valentin ? ^' " No ; but he remembered me." The road to the castle was steep and circuitous, and Valentin leaned back in the carriage, letting the soft moonlight influence him and lull him to silence, for with the eagle glances of Frau SteiDgracht upon them, the cousins found con- versation, save that of the most trivial kind, almost impossible. Lotta had written to him, entreatino^ him to come, but assio'nino^ no reason save that of relationship and old aff"ection ; and later, as they paced the terrace together, the thoughts that had been haunting him all day as he journeyed from Berlin came surging to his lips with such force he could scarce repress them. Lotta was an enigma to him ; and he was almost sorry he had come. He watched her now, flitting about coquettishly amid the shadows made by the moonlight, now standinor aw^aitinor him in the silver sheen, answered gently her tender words, and received with something like pity her adulation and veiled flattery. If only it had been courteous, he would have asked why she had sent for him ! " I come to you almost as a stranger, don't I, Lotta ? It is so long since." *' You left so abruptly." 12 LAND ahead! " So mucli has liappenecl since then. But I did not find you last time — not the Lotta of days gone by. That was why I went." " And yet 1 am the same." " No ! oh no ! I have lost her ! You cannot help it ! Do you remember the old garden at home ? you were my bright fairy then ! Now — but we cannot help it ! You have lived ; and I — I was a boy then ; I am but beginning life now ! " " And you believe in it, Valentin ? " " In life ? certainly ! " " And so do I ; only I would begin again ! liCt me go back for a moment and tell you. He is dead, so it is no sin now." *' Lotta, how did he die ? " " It was his heart. He was in a passion." " What about ? " She walked a few paces on, she stopped to pluck a flower; the full moonlight was on her face, and then she met Valentin's eye boldly, and said — " We quarrelled about you." The sound of a window being shut made them both start, a,nd she whispered — *' It was Martha Stein gracht. She must have heard. I had no idea she was listening. Valentin, LAND AHEAD ! 13 we are undone. I never breathed this to a soul before, and now to think that she should know." " We had better go in." " Yes ; I cannot say more now. To-morrow, Valentin, for it is late. Good-night." Valentin could hardly congratulate himself on the confession he had heard, and when at last he left the terrace, and betook himself to his slumbers, a strange assembly of figures haunted him, amongst which the corpulent and defunct Hans Senden and Heidelberg students, with ghastly wounds on their faces, were the principal intruders. CHAPTER II. I '• Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd." ' Oi/mbeline, Act iv. Sc. 3. The next morning Valentin lay stretched at full ] length in a green alley — Lotta Senden had told j him to await her there, and he, having restrained ! the impulse to ask her why she had sent for him, j was exercising as much patience as he could i master. On each side of him the walls of ■ verdure shut him in, till, narrowing in the \ distance, they apparently met, and mingled in \ conclave over their prisoner. Above him the waving tree -tops seemed to touch the steel j blue of the sky, stooping now and again as •: though to waft a blessing on him, or as though ] to speed him a kiss by the passing zephyr ; just i there, towering above the trees, rose the old \ castle of Sonnenfels, like a hoary sentinel, seamed and scarred with centuries of history, and looking j down with something of scorn on the idle youth. i Behind there was a blue background of distant i LAND ahead! 15 mountain, to be caught but seldom, when the tree-tops waved a pass for the graceful forms ; below him, now and again, he saw the bright waters of the Rhine sparkling through the parted leaves ; around him rose the hum of myriads of insects, birds darted across his strip of possession, and the flowers and shrubs filled the air with a thousand perfumes, and steeped his senses in delio^ht. A sense of peace came over Valentin ; his thoughts flew back to the time, years ago, when he and Lotta w^ere children together, and they had vowed eterhal constancy. What dreams they had had, what castles in the air they had built ! He laughed now as he thought of them ; he was very sure Lotta must laugh at them too now ! Life was so very difi'erent from that. Lotta herself is flittins; before him now as he thinks thus ; here she is with her fair hair, laughing mien, deep blue eyes, and svelte figure ; here she is peering at him through the parted leaves of a chestnut tree, crowned with a wreath of bilberries. . " Come, Lotta, come," and he waved his hand, half displeased, half in jest, "we cannot be children always ; we grow out of it in time ; we leave it behind. Come, be reasonable.'' 16 LAND ahead! ** Are you so old then, Valentin ? " said she, as she came and sat herself beside him ; "for me, I feel as if my youth — nay ! my childhood — might come back to me ; and I would gladly have it so ! " " Your wealth and your freedom seem to suit you, Lotta ? " " Yes, but, Valentin, put them out of your mind, cannot you ? I want you to see me as I used to be ! " " I shall never do that again, Lotta ! " The young man's face darkened as he spoke, while hers paled under his glance. " Never again ? " faltered she. " Listen to me ! How long is it since you and I spoke together — face to face ? Five — six years, is it ? Do you remember the day we parted under the old willow tree at home, when I went to Heidelberg ? What did we say then ? That you were to be my little wife, that I was to be so proud of you, and that you in your turn would always worship me ! Do you remember, Lotta ? '^ " Yes." " Well ! the next news I had was that you were promised to Hans Senden, a rich merchant : a man ever so much older than yourself, a man LAND AHEAD ! 17 below you in station, a man whom you could not love, a man whose money you did love. From that moment you were another person to me." " Valentin, be generous ; you forget the pinching poverty, the weary days in Berlin. Hans Senden seemed good ; he was very rich ; you were away, and I only did what I was told." " And you expected to be happy ? " "As far as doing right makes one " " Oh no, Lotta ; say as far as being false makes one happy." " But I was not false. I was always true to you," Valentin stared at her. " You and I could not have married ! I was not happy ; but I had hopes that ultimatel)? I might do you good, and if you had not been unkind I might have been happier." " I unkind ? " " Why did you grow so handsome ? Why did you dance with every one at the balls but Lotta Senden ? Why did your face wear that con- temptuous smile when you met me ? Why, once when you spoke, was it only to twit me on my diamonds ? you did not even admire them ! " Valentin laughed. " I remember that night. Hans Senden VOL. I. C 18 LAND ahead! j looked so old, so very old; and so gouty, ■ and so unhealthy. The diamonds seemed such a { mockery ; and so did your love. You preferred \ the diamonds to me. You: knew I could not ! give you diamonds." " . j " But he could not live for ever. How stupid | men are." ! " Hans Senden must have been very stupid ! " ; said Valentin bitterly. i " Is all that terrible game I played for you to go for nothing, Valentin ? " asked she tenderly. " That daily death in life, that bitter sel^sacrifice, that utter self-abnegation that you might be rich and happy some day — is all that to count for j nothing ? Surely when you came to Sonnenfels i two years ago you saw it all then ? surely you \ understood, and you saw what I suffered daily — ' nay ! hourly — and you must at least have pitied me ? " I There was a. moment's silence. ; " Am I to be candid, Lotta ? " ! Her affirmative answer was scarcely audible. *' I saw you so changed, your falsehood had so changed me, that I could not pity you. I scorned you. Forgive me, Lotta." * j She hid her face in her hands. ] " You were so changed, so altered, so faded ; LAND AHEAD ! 19 you seemed to have lost caste. You were my star no more ; I looked in vain. You were noble, regal, bright no more. You had learned to serve, to obey, to scheme, to flatter. Lotta, I could not bear it, and I left you and Sonnenfels I thought for ever. Why have you sent for me now ? " There was a silence, only broken by the voices of the birds and the insects murmurino; around them. " Why have you sent for me now, Lotta ? " he repeated, more kindly, taking her hand. " Oh, Valentin ! you are unkind, cruel ! " He did not answer. " Well, do not care for me ! " she said presently passionately. " In Berlin, I dare say, now you have a thousand loves. But at least be my cousin still ; I am so alone in the world, so forlorn, so forsaken." " Always, Lotta, always, trust me." " At least be my friend." '' Always, believe me." " And stay with me now for awhile, and brighten my life a little with your society." " Surely I will." " Just because — of — our old promises." "Which, dear, you broke." C 2 20 LAND AHEAD ! Just then Martha SteiDgracht appeared at the end of the alley. " I think I shall leave you, Lotta," said he quickly. " Yes ; adieu." And womanlike, she smiled, though her dearest hopes had just been shattered to the ground. " Cannot I mend up my broken happiness even now ? " thought she, as he smiled reassuringly in answ^er to her. Meanwhile Valentin, starting to his feet, lighted a cigar and followed the windings of the green path down the hill-side. It brought him to Sonnenthal ; there nestled the houses under the protecting presence of the stern old castle, and the sun gleamed down upon them, and on the sparkling river, and on the boats, as though shedding its blessing upon them all. To Valentin, just come from crowds and from a society which gave him little time for reflection, this bright morning scene was particularly soothing, and productive of thought and calm meditation. He was accustomed to be very independent, and to endeavour to shape out his future life just as might seem to him good. Now his future seemed to him too beautiful, too unsullied, too fciir to be weio^hted with Lotta LAND AHEAD ! 21 i Senden ; that old dream of his seemed now faded and false ; he had risen above it ; he had left the ^ cloud behind him, for it to wreathe itself into I another shape. While thus thinkino^, as he leaned on the parapet above the water, Valentin had been idly- watching a little boat on the river. He had watched it because it was there, not seeing it 1 perhaps more particularly than anything else that j floated before his eyes. Just now his attention, | however, was particularly directed to it by seeing ] the excitement of a group of men on the bank of I the river. They were shouting, gesticulating, and attracting the attention of every one to the -; solitary occupant of the boat, as also arousing the j young man himself to a sense of his danger. i Two large steamers were simultaneously approach- ] ing him from opposite directions, and the little • boat, that looked but like a mere fly in the path of two elephants, must, in the tumult of waters they caused, be inevitably swamped. It is too late now to avoid them or to escape the opposing currents : even now the boat turns like a tee-to-tum in the whirl of waters. The excited crowd is surgino^ to and fro in its excitement. The whole town seems there. The cries are redoubled. The men on board the 22 . LAND ahead! steamers shout and attempt to stay their unwieldy machinery. Alas ! it is vain ! There- capsized, bottom-upwards is the little boat. But while others look and call and gesticulate helplessly, Valentin does more. Eushing down the steps, stripping his clothes off as he goes, he pushes through the frightened crowd, and prepares for a mad attempt. A girl standing there calls out in terror ; but he only meets her fear with a smile, and waving his arm, springs recklessly into the dazzling water. Quick as thought, some men, already pushing off in a boat, try to reach the strong swimmer, while in breathless suspense the crowd watch the fainting, spent efforts of the unfortunate youth who had been upset, and the strong strokes of Valentin. " Holy God ! will he do it ? " " Will he reach him ? " " Ah ! he can Dot ! The Ehine is so strong ! '' " Ah !" said the portly landlord of "Die drei Eosen," '' that such a good strong life should be spent thus ! Mein Gott ! mein Gott ! " '' Will no one help him ? can no one save him ? Oh ! who can swim ? " said the girl, who had screamed when Valentin jumped into the water. "Who cares for the sickly English youth? LAND AHEAD ! 23 Our young German is worth half-a-dozen of him ! '* "It is Frau Senden's cousin/' said Heinrich Flugel, mournfully. " He only arrived at Sonnenfels last night/' " To meet his death.'* " What will she do ? what shall we say ? " "Ah ! this Ehine ! it looks so fair, but it is so strong — so cruel ! Ach, mein Gott ! " But just then a shout rent the air. The man was saved. Valentin has reached him, and now the boat is there. Valentin catches hold. Yes ! see ! they have them — have lifted them both in — drowning man and saver. With rapid strokes they are being borne back to land. " God be praised ! " rose the murmur. " How marvellous ! how beautiful ! " and some of the old women fell on their knees, while the men smiled, and the girl who had been so frightened hastily wiped a tear from her eye. " How good it is to see the young and strong using their youth and strength for others ! " said an old woman, going on with her knitting as she spoke. " That is right ! but how few do it ! " But here they conie ! * Valentin, pale indeed, but eager, excited, seeking something. Full of care for the life he had saved, tenderly watching 24 LAND ahead! liim, calling for restoratives, proud of him as though he were his own possession ; looking down on the calm, unconscious face as though wondering over his histor}^ and then looking up suddenly, apparently in search of something. Was it his clothes ? They gave them to him. Gathering round him, they told him he must be warm, that he was precious, dear to them ; that he was a hero. He lauo^hed in their faces. Lotta Senden rushed out of the group. " How could you, Valentin ! dear, brave Valentin ! " and she kissed his hands, as her eyes filled with tears. And then beyond he met the earnest gaze of the girl who had screamed ; there was a calm, proud smile on her face now ; the unrest died away from his eyes, they smiled fearlessly, triumphantly back to hers ; and then he turned again to care for the youth he had saved. " Who is he ? " he asked. " I travelled with him yesterday evening ; he is English ; he was on board the steamer with me. Who is he ? " " He is a young English gentleman, mein herr," said Heinrich Flugel, officiously. "He is staying with the English clergyman here, to learn German." LAND ahead! 25 " Do you know where lie lives ? " *' Oh yes ! he comes every day for a boat. " So they lifted him into a carriage, and Valentin sat by him ; then together these two — the one so proud of, so in love with life, that he thought he had given the greatest treasure in giving it ; and the other so white, so inert, so mysterious, even now trembling on the verge, between this life and the next — left the sympathizing, admiring throng. CHAPTER III. Princess : My friend, the Golden Age has passed away, And yet true souls can bring it back again ; Yea ! to confess to you my firm belief, That golden time of which the poets sing Was never more a truth than it is now. Or if it ever was, 'twas only so That it may always be restored again. Still close together true congenial souls, And share the joys of all this beauteous world. Goethe's " Tassor Margaret Hoffman, too, left the busy scene, and took her way quietly along the river bank towards her home. She was vexed with herself that she had screamed when Valentin had pushed by to jump into the water ; she was vexed that she had shown any excitement, or had been betrayed into any individual interest for Valentin. She had never seen him before, had not known who he was till afterwards, when the words that he was Frau Senden's cousin had reached her, and it had therefore been but one human being's natural interest in another that had carried her beyond herself. LA.ND AHEAD ! 27 Margaret's life had all been spent at Sonnen- thal ; it was so very quiet, so very uneventful, that it was small wonder if the excitement of the morning had moved her strangely. One human being on the verge of death ; the impulsive, impetuous, reckless self-sacrifice of another in his cause, though unknown to him ; his imminent danger, and the ultimate safety of both ! If that other should live, what a bond of gratitude, a lie strong as life itself, would bind him for ever henceforth to his hitherto unknown benefactor ! She felt her blood stirring with a new impulse, felt her soul kindling with new feelings, with new enthusiasm, with new truth. It seemed to Margaret like a beautiful poem, such as she had read of the olden time, only infinitely more beautiful, because it was true, and because she had seen it. She had seen the dazzling river, the danger, and then the two lives trembling in the balance. How much she should like to know the people ! But that she never should. Her life was so diflferent, so quiet, so solitary. True, her father knew Frau Senden, but when he went to Sonnenfels he alwavs went alone. True, Frau Senden had often promised to come to their house to hear Margaret play, but then she never had come. No ; Margaret could never see nearer 28 LAND ahead! those liv^es that had let in such a sudden glimpse of glory on her vision. So she left the river feeling very sad, and with a very full heart ; another life, heroic and beautiful, unselfish and full of action for others, had been shown to her, but only at a distance, and it was closed in reality to her and to her effort, as much as the heavy gates that closed behind her shut out from the courtyard the town and the busy street. "You would help me if you could, I know, Fritz," said she to a great mastiff, who was waiting for her inside the gates, and who showed intense delight at her appearance. " But you can't help me." She stooped to kiss his great head and passed on. For some unaccountable reason, unaccountable to herself even, Margaret shrank from saying anything about the event which had excited her so strangely. It might have been partly that she felt oppressed, over-burdened with an. odd fluttering enthusiasm with. regard to it, and that she feared her mother's sharp tongue ; it might have been that she wished to keep it to herself, like a strange new truth that we have suddenly learnt, for which we fear any contamination, and press it to our hearts, as though it were a soft (( u LAND ahead! 29 whisper tliat flatters us and makes us glad, and we cannot bear others to know of it. But in a place like Sonnenthal news flies very quickly, and when a little later Mrs. Hofl'man came in, Margaret's soft dreams of deeds of valour and of the unselfish risking and spending of life which she had seen were dispelled as a summer cloud. " Goodness, child ! are you sitting so quietly here, and what do you think has happened ? '' Tell me, mother ! " Why, a boat has been upset. All the young men at Mr. Tudor's were in it, and all drowned except one." " Oh no, mother ; I don't think so ! " " Don't contradict me. I tell you it is so. They were all English, of course ; so many English boys drowned. I am thinking we ought to go into mourning ; you and I are English." " Do people go into mourning for their countrymen ? " " I don't know ; yes, I think in time of war they do. But so many people here seem to doubt that I am English ; that will settle the question. But it will be expensive." " How were they saved, mother ? " " But they were not saved, they were drowned. The bandmaster told me so for certain." 30 LAND AHEAD ! I i " But who saved the one ? Mr. Tudor ? " I " Mr. Tudor ! no ! much use he would be ! If \ he could ever find a monkey to pull the chestnuts \ out of the fire for him, he would play the cat fast enough." j " Who was it ? " i '' Some young German ! I have no patience — \ a G-erman save a brave English boy ! " i " Oh, come, mother I I am half German." \ " Ah well ! but your father, my Hans, would i be English I know if he could." I *' But who was it ? " " I met Heinrich Flugel, the fat landlord of * The Three Eoses/ but he was too excited to talk sense. He did nothing but say ' Himmel ' and ; ' wunderschon ' and put his hands up. It was ' some prefect, or mayor, or some grand official, I think. At least Gretchen said so — and Adolf said it was a private soldier. But I do not know 1 " "They had all gone mad, I suppose." "Yes, it is so dreadful. But, Margaret, where is your father ? gone off again after his old rubbish ? I dare say he will not be back in time for' dinner or anything. What does it matter what those old bones and stones are that he found yesterday, up in the hills above Hermann's vineyard ? " • LAND ahead! 31 " It would please him so, mother, if he could verify them, and find he was right in his first idea." " Oh ! I dare say ! But there it is ! Only an idea after all. And what is an idea ? nothing of any use at all that I can see, except to walk your father and his pony to a couple of shadows, and to keep us waiting for dinner, and then to keep Hans sitting up all night." " Ah, but if he should succeed, mother — " " Succeed ! haven't I heard that ever since you were born ? But what would it lead to ? " '* You would be a great lady," said Margaret, rightly conjecturing Mrs. Hoffman would not object to the homage the wife of a learned man wins, even though she herself may be unable to share anything of his learning. "If he would write poetry now ! " mused Mrs. Hoffman, with her cheek on her hand, looking out on the great river, '^ that would be so much more in my line. In old days in England, Margaret, I had such clever people round me. Poets, and authors — and painters — and your father used to talk and to write poetry ; but he never published it. Now it is all planets, and philosophy, and stones, and dull rubbish." " He is so alone, mother. There is no one* to 32 ■ LAND AHEAD ! help him. He wants sympathy, and energy, and life, and books, and congenial spirits, all to push him on." " I wish we did. not live here. I wish we were in England. There I could get him on. I believe if it were not for his old mother he would not care so much for Germany." It was late in the afternoon when Hans Hoffman came in, and when he did so he was tired. " And," said he, as he threw himself into the arm-chair which his VAdfe had lately vacated, " so is Schock ! " Schock was his cob. Where is your mother, Margot ? " She went to sit under the trees, and hear the band." " And you, my child ? " *' I thought I would wait for you, father. Was it very hot up there ? Are you sorry you went, or did you find you were right, eh, father? " The lines smoothed themselves away from his brow as he clasped his hands over his head, and laughed at her. "As if you knew anything about it ! As if I could possibly get anything about it into your silly little head ! " a a LAXD AHEAD ! 3e3 The orleam of fun g-lanced into her face from his, like a sun-streak stealing over the world. " What a comfort to be silly and to know nothinor 1 " said she, kneelino; before him and trying to pull his arms down towards herself. They were like two children at play. " You are not old, papa ! " said she suddenly, a moment after. " Dear me ! no ! Sometimes I cannot imagine what has become of the years, or whither they have flown, for T cannot feel the weight of them." " Teach me all you know, papa ! " and she put her head coaxingly against his shoulder. " When you say that, Margot, I feel as if I knew nothing/' His voice sounded soft and orentle — like reo^ret, or a tear, coming no one knew why. *' I am not sure that you know so much though after all," she answered, changing her tone, as if to dispel his sadness. " Sometimes I think that if I knew one thing w^ell, all the rest w^ould come, for one thing depends so much on others, they must be related. The centre of the circle is the difficulty, is it not ? " " You have begun to learn, Margot." Then he told her of the gallant rescue of life of which he had heard ; not very clear was he either VOL. I. _ - J) 34 LAND ahead! i about what had happened ; but after hearing that a steamer had been upset by a little boat, and j the river black with drowning corpses, — after \ hearing that a man intending suicide had in- ; voluntarily upset another who still washed to i live, and to save further crime the suicide had brouo-ht his victim to land and had then been I detained, — Hans Hoffman had at length gathered : that a young German had saved an Englishman. I " Did not it make you happy, father ? " | '' Yes," said he, " the news of the brave deed ; and the enthusiasm I saw, did make me happy. \ It brought me back a breath of youth and I strength and hope once more ! " \ '' It was beautiful ! It was glorious ! I saw it, : father ; I tliink I never understood life and self- | sacrifice before." ] ''Why, Margot, what is this?" exclaimed the : astonished Professor, as he looked at the excited girl- ... . i How often had he rejoiced in her quiet con- | tentment, and now what volcano of enthusiasm I and aspiration was bursting upon him ! For i . Margot to feel, to want, to hope, as he had felt, ; and hoped, and wanted ! Oh no ! how bitter the I years had been ! She must never know such ■ bitterness. i LAND ahead! 35^ Ah ! little did lie know what dreams and fluttering hopes had already embittered that young life ! Had they found no place in her heart, could she have comforted her father so well or so fully as she had done ? Only from her own past suffering could she know how truly to offer her store of sympathy. His awakened fear expressed itself on his face, and then turning away, his eye fell on the people walking below, and on the varying lights in sky and river. " Suppose you Avere to play to me, Margot ?" How softly the sweet tones fell into his soul ; how they seemed to dispel his doubt and weari- ness, and to harmonize with his unexpressed aspirations and needs. " Stay for me, Margot ! Stay ! let me accom- pany that." The swelling tone of his harmonium rose and filled the air, and melody after melody was heard through the house, and peace filled the old man's heart. Meanwhile, other ears than theirs heard the music, for outside the house stood a carriao-e, and descending from it were Count Valentin von Broderode, Frau Senden, his cousin, and Frau Steingracht, her sister-in-law. D 2 36 LAND AHEAD ! The heavy iron gates were open, so they entered without asking for permission. " Let us surprise them/' said Frau Senden, who always imagined herself to be a bright fairy, brino-ing sunshine and happiness wherever her face was seen. Through the old courtyard they went, up the stone stairs, then stood a moment to look at a picture that was let into a panel in the wall, stayed listening to the music in the little ante- chamber, and so came to the room. Noiselessly they opened the door, but they need not have feared. Both father and daughter were too much absorbed in their music to notice them. They were being carried on the wings of melody far from the present, and if they heard the door open, neither turned caring to inquire who had come in. The three visitors stood silent. It was a pretty room : distemper on the walls, patches of Persian carpet on the floor, flowers and laro;e -leaved ever careens arranged on stands in the corners and by the windows, a little bird in its cage. A few pictures, some bronzes, some antique carving, likenesses hanging, modest orna- ments in women's work, and books, — the piano and the harmonium. On a table rests a bas-relief LAND AHEAD ! 37 of the head of the son they have lost : Margaret did it years ago. All they saw was suggestive of poverty, of simplicity, of coolness, and of an intense love of art. The long rays of the setting sun came in and rested on Margaret's head ; they made a glory round her dark hair, and lig^hted on the outline of her face, still turned away. Valentin leaned forward to look, and as he looked he learnt that the girl whom he saw before him was the one who had feared and felt for him in the morning, that the eyes now bent on the notes had met his, and had smiled into his at the moment of his triumph. Just then Frau Senden let her parasol fall, and the illusion was over. Margaret turned round with a start, and a flush of crimson covered her face and throat as her eyes met those of the stranger. Hans Hoffman jumped up, and laughed and stammered, but Valentin leaned against the wall and smiled. " But, gnadigste Frau, how did you get here ? Now did you come from the clouds ? " " No, Professor ; you said I might come whenr I liked." " Did you come in at the window by a sun- beam V 38 LAND ahead! " No. Do go on playing." " How did they come, Margot ? " Margaret laughed and blushed, but dared not say a word. She wished her father knew that that was the young man who had jumped into the river. Frau Senden begged, implored, entreated, finally almost commanded more music, so the melody filled their hearts once again. But Valentin was not satisfied. He moved a step forward, and listening so, looked down on the girl's face. How reserved, how proud she seemed ! had she really felt for him ? what a cold, clear-cut profile ! But at last she stole a glance at him. Was it that she was trying to recognize him ? was she looking again for her hero of the morn- ing ? So their eyes met. He thought her cold no longer: they were earnest grey eyes that shimmered away into tenderness and pathos, — pathetic over the music to which her soul was listening, and Valentin lost himself in dreams as he stood there looking at her. How strange it was meeting her thus, and watching her helpless silence as she played to her father's accompani- ment ; it was a history in itself. And what a rhapsodist the old man seemed ! How engrossed LAND AHEAD ! 39 he was ! Would he never see those stray glances wandering over his daughter's face any more than the idle sunbeams resting there ? When the music ceased Frau Senden went up to Margaret and took her hand. " If I had known of the treat in store for me I should have come lonor aero. The dear Professor has often asked me, but I did not know — none of us knew. To-day we were passing on our way from Mr. Tudor s and heard the music. Forgive me, dear, my late coming, and show it by coming often to Sonnenfels." Then while Valentin talked to the Professor, Frau Steincrracht crossed the room to Maro^aret and thanked her for her music. Between the . pauses you heard the river murmuring. " Professor, I bring you a hero. My cousin Valentin saved a man's life this mornino^. Were you there, by the river- side ? Did you see it ? " The bright flush mounted to Valentin's cheek, and he put out his hand as though to stop her. But just then Margaret's eyes sought his, and a flash of intelligence passed between them. He left the old Professor and came to the girl's side, letting his cousin tell the story as she liked. - 40 LAND AHEAD ! His earnest glance sought Margaret's sympathy, and she gave it. Suddenly, involuntarily, she expressed it, and he caught it as though it were some good gift from heaven. ''It was beautiful ! It was good ! That was life," murmured Margaret, enthusiastically. '' I looked for vou when I came back. Your smile told me I had done right." But the old Professor came to him, bowing with a sort of old-world politeness, and with his hands outstretched. "And is it really true ? Did you really do this thing ? Ah ! it is good. It makes us happy. And he is alive ? Mein Gott ! " '^ Yes. We went to see him before we came here. That, in fact, was how we came here." Valentin was in no hurry to go away, and he asked first about one thing, then the history of another. "And the house itself? tell me. Professor; what do you call it ? It looks so curious from the street and the river. I have wondered much and often about it." " It is called Blumenthal," said Hans Hoffman, smiling mysteriously. "I called it so ; my wife laughs, but Margot here," and he put his arm round his daughter as he spoke, " is my flower of LAND AHEAD ! 41 the vale. The house is but a dressed-up ruin after all." "It is just fit for romance," said Frau Senden. "It is a sort of place where children always dream they want to live," said Valentin. The Professor lausfhed. " I believe that is why I took it, when I was looking for some place for my household gods. It was then but a mere den of discomfort ; and these old mullioned windows and heavy arches and stone steps seemed, indeed, more durable than conducive to comfort. But necessity can turn much to her use, and now the house that was bought for a nlere song is often ^n object of envy to the lover of comfort, as well as to him who only seeks the artistic and curious. Will you explore some of its mysteries ? " Mysteries, incongruities indeed there were. Bright flowers everywhere, pictures, modern chairs, niches for flowers, small terraces and smaller turrets, huge blocks of stone, and on the roof a little garden. The Professor laughed ^s^leefully as he saw their astonishment at the shrubs growing, at the little paths cut between the shrubs, and at the seats set here and there. " Failing acres/' said he, " why not make a 42 LAND ahead! flower-garden of your ceiling ? The breath of heaven will not fail it, and at least it may be purer and reach the tender shoots sooner." Then suddenly they came to the opening of the dungeon where the prisoners used to be thrown, and a few steps further on there was a niche where repose the ashes of some martyr to something. Fritz, the great mastiff, walked about gravely with them, and seemed to enter into the explanations given and to sympathize with them all. Below there was a large dining-hall, like a cave, with creepers covering the otherwise bare walls. Through the inner gates at the end, beyond the opening of the cave, was a terrace ; it was brilliant with flowers, all resplendent in the sunlight. Close below flowed the shining river. The plain antique iron chandelier that hung from the centre of the roof seemed well in keeping with the simple furniture and the style of the hall. They were standing in the court- yard again ; they had seen all. The moment of parting had come, and the Professor was loading Valentin once again with praise for his brave act. "You first made me proud of it," said he, turning aside to Margaret. LAND AHEAD ! 43 '' It must be glorious to be so strong, so noble/* said Margaret. And Frau Steingraclit looked at her face and wondered. " We must go home, Lotta," said she. " Yes, we must go. Good-bye, Professor. Good- bye, dear child, good-bye. Come, Valentin!" A smile, a pressure of the hand, and they were gone. The Professor escorted them to the great iron orates, and Maro^aret was left alone to dream over the wonderful day by herself. CHAPTER lY. That old and antique song we heard last night : Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light air and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc. 4. Joy, gentle friends ! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts ! Midsummer NighVs Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. The next morning, Dudley Vane, the youth whose life had been saved by Valentin, on opening his eyes to a dim consciousness of returning life, was further mystified by seeing his benefactor standing at his bed-side. At the strange moment yesterday, when it seemed as though life were bidding him farewell, as the past flashed in vivid retrospect across his memory, then suddenly, like an angel's, this beautiful bright face had appeared to him. His last thought — if it could be called a thought — was that into this bright angel's arms his spirit would be committed. During his life he had often LAND AHEAD ! 45 wondered and puzzled himself how his soul, — that strange part of him whose existence he had even sometimes doubted, and whose being he could never understand, — ^he had often wondered how this part of him could ever wing its way above this world and gain entrance into another. In his dim, practical, common-place range of intellect he had often doubted how that journey was to be taken ; and now, at the point of death, it had seemed to him quite natural, and to be the solution to his doubt, that he had seen the angel there. Often in the long wintry nights, at home at Froghambury, he had lain awake and. suffering, for he was weak and delicate, and, listening to the boisterous, angry wind, he had pictured to himself the poor houseless souls leaving the earth in that frightful darkness, winging their way through the driving rain and angry elements, and knocking in vain at heaven's portal. When he saw a star glimmering sometimes through the dark clouds he took heart aorain, and thouo^ht God was looking on ; and then, when he fancied once more the fluttering, anxious, suffering spirits, God seemed very near to him, and heaven and a soul possibilities. But now this morning, after death, to wake ao-ain and see his ano^el near to him was very mysterious. Was he after all not to die ? 46 LAND AHEAD ! had his soul been refused, and could he, in fact, never leave the earth 1 He opened his eyes again, for he had shut them under the first oppression of doul:)t and difficulty, and they rested wonderingly on Valentin's face. A growing consciousness dawned in them. And then they travelled on to a gaunt figure standing by Valentin, and the light of recognition seemed to shine in them. Then they scanned the short man who was standing next, and then, as though weary with their long journey, they closed gently. The tall man was Mr. Tudor, the clergyman with whom Dudley Vane was living to learn German ; the short man was the doctor, and Dudley's fancied angel was Valentin von Brode- rode. *' I think he will do now," said Mr. Tudor, in a low voice. " I would not stay longer now. Count von Broderode," said the doctor; "it might excite him if he were to see you. Come again, later." The marble statuesque face set in its frame of dark hair had curiously interested Valentin ; he felt an interest in its owner as if he were his own property now that he had brought him back to the world ; he began to think unconsciously that LAND AHEAD ! 47 evidently the English youth's future career was in some mysterious way bound up with his own. But he obeyed the doctor's decree. " You will let me know, Mr. Tudor, when I may come back ^ You will come and see us at Sonnenfels, and tell us how he goes on ? " Mr. Tudor almost clasped his hands together with effusive gratitude, as in fancy he already saw the charmed gates of Sonnenfels opening before him, and the dim vista of comfort, warmed claret and good dinners, beyond ; but he hastily cast his eyes on the patient, hoping his sudden gratitude might pass for his resuscitation, and promising Valentin frequent intelligence of his progress, the visitor took his leave. How suddenly Valentin's ideas about his visit to Sonnenfels had altered, thought he to himself, as he climbed the hill on his return. But yesterday he was feeling bored, dissatisfied, con- templating a speedy departure, and now the chief interest of his life is here. First, this youth ! Oh, he took care to put the youth first. He must find out all about him ; he must know him, thoroughly and intimately ; he had not cared much about him on the steamer, but now it is different. Often he had heard of strange friend- ships influencing a whole life-time, having begun 48 LAND AHEAD ! in some such way as this acquaintance of his with Yane ; he must make Dudley like him, outside and beyond any foolish feeling of gratitude for the natural act of one human being towards another. Dudley Vane's pale handsome face haunted him strangely. Then, yes ! there was another face. Why had Margaret feared for him so at the river-side ? why had she smiled so ? and why, when their eyes and hearts had met yesterday in a tremulous wave of feeling, provoked by that music, why ? Valentin leaned over the parapet on the hill- side, and threw a stone into the Khine, listened for the sound, and presently went on with his walk. But there was no answer to his thought, or was it intelligibly continued. On reaching the terrace at Sonnenfels, he found Frau Steingracht walking up and down by the aid of her stick. " I am taking a little exercise in the shade," said she, when she saw Valentin coming up the steps. He joined her, and every now and then they paused, leaning on the stone parapet, and looking down on the river and on the changing views before them. Frau Steingracht was a source of mild wonder to Valentin ; he had never seen her before his LAND ahead! 49 arrival at Sonnenfels the other evening, and there was a certain vague look and a certain wandering «mile on her face which he could not understand. Sometimes she talked vivaciously ; at other times, more especially in Lotta's presence, she would sit morosely silent. A little grey shrivelled-up old woman, with a manner that betokened she had seen better days, and eyes that let out gleams of discontent, at variance with the flitting unreason- ing smile ever present on her face. Now, two passions ruled Frau Steingracht's life, and these two were love and hatred. Would not Valentin have shrunk away had he known on what a volcano he was treading ? Love, be it understood, impersonal ; love to be implanted between the people around her ; love, the unseen, invisible power which she knew well, influenced and swayed their lives ; which she, as a spectator, could watch, and either aid or mar ; in plain words, match-making was her passion. She was sure that matrimony was the be-all and end-all of man's existence, and the only guarantee of happiness. The other ruling passion was active, personal, rabid enough, and that was hatred towards Frau Senden. If Valentin could only have known that such VOL. I. E 50 LAND ahead! two influences were at work in the soul of the little old lady, he would have had less difficulty in understanding the half-malevolent smile which had puzzled him so strangely. "It is a paradise, this Sonnenfels, is it not ? " said Frau Steingracht, as she stumped along by his side. '^ It is indeed," said he. " The situation is so lovely ; and then Lotta and her poor husband have made the castle so charming." " Ah yes, Eden indeed ! But the serpent is here nevertheless. I suppose nothing earthly can be perfect ; Satan must be somewhere." " The shadow, you mean — the opposing influ- ence," stammered Valentin. He felt that he did not understand her. " Lotta's is a most discontented nature ; she is never satisfied, always wanting something that she cannot get ; she jars upon me dreadfully and wearies me terribly." *^ How strange, she used to be so merry and contented." '' Ah ! I have seen a good deal of her.^* They stood leaning on the stone balustrade, and Valentin plucked a flower from those that w^ere waving above his head in one of the vases stationed along the terrace. LAND AHEAD ! 51 " You have been liere long ? " "Ever since Hans, my poor brother, died. He gave her into my charge, and he gave me into hers, as it were, for I am very poor, and she is rich. He was the youngest of us, and was very well off, owing to all sorts of luck he had with different enterprises in which he was engaged, and — he died so suddenly, that there was no time to make a provision for me, so he gave Lotta into my charge/' " I see. So you live here ? " " For the present. She cannot be left alone. " " No, she is still too young for that." " I wish she might marry again. The responsi- bility is almost too much for me. And she wishes it herself. Not that I envy the man of her choice." "Why not?" " She is so exacting, and so wearying. Then there is nothino^ great, nothino^ elevated in her character — I mig-ht almost sav there is no soul in her; not that that is necessary, fortunately, in;^; wife. *;-v^- Valentin walked a pace or two ahead, and did not answer. " Now how different from that little girl we saw yesterday; she seemed — all souL" E 2 LIBRARY uNivERsiry OF \wms 52 LAND ahead! Valentin turned round on his heel. " Yes, I agree with you, Frau Steingracht/^ The old lady smiled. Had she not seen his admiration for Margaret yesterday ? and had she not, fearing the bitterness of hopeless love for the girl, taken him and Lotta away as soon as she could ? But since then Lotta had provoked her more than ever, and she had thought Valentin might as well see a little more of Margaret. Lotta should not win him. " And Margaret Hoffman's music ! was it not beautiful V " Yes." " I asked Lotta to send for them. They are to come and spend the afternoon to-day or to- morrow." " Are they really ? How good of you, Frau." " I thought you would like it. I took quite a fancy to the girl ; she seemed to me so beautiful, and the embodiment of all that is pure and in- tellectual and artistic." " And the father ! " " Yes ; what a clever head ! and how genial ! But above all, how pretty the devotion was of the one for the other ; such a perfect sympathy I never saw. I wish I were not poor — not merely a poor relation. What nice happy little parties LAND AHEAD ! 53 I would have, and what good I would do with my money. I would ask all the people who wanted pleasure, who wanted to come — not one of those who do not. I would be an example to silly Lotta." Valentin went into the house with his heart much warmed towards Frau Steingracht, but feeling dissatisfied with, and disappointed in Lotta. Meanwhile the Hoffmans had received Lotta's note of invitation ; and the colour mantled to Marp^aret's brow as she heard her mother read it aloud. The Professor looked up with a pleased smile, and immediately put on his spectacles that he might the better observe the expressions on the faces of his wife and dauo^hter. Maroraret's heart beat fast with pleasure ; she longed in- tensely to go. How often had she looked up to Sonnenfels from the busy valley, from the gardens, and from the river. How she had envied its calm serenity ; how she had admired its grandeur. " Oh ! mother — you will say yes ? " " Fanny, you will yield to temptation 1 " Frau Hoffman leaned back in her chair, turning the note backwards and forwards, and beating her foot impatiently on the floor. " I don't know, Margaret ; this is very extra- 54 LAND ahead! ordinary ! Here tliey leave one for months and years unnoticed, with never so much as a card or an inquiry, though professing friendship for Hans, and now all at once, as soon as they discover you can play the piano, and are willing to be of use, they send down for us all, without so much as waiting to know if their acquaintance will be pleasant to me or not." " I really think they asked where you were that day they came," said the Professor, dreamily. " Anil what did you say, Hans, eh ? " " " I think I said I had locked you up in the dungeon." " Can t you be serious, Hans ? You are enough to drive a woman wild." " Or did I say that you had gone to buy bread for us to keep us alive ? I know I said you were the ant of the family." " For all the world like a stupid German Frau. I would not have had them think that for worlds." '' Time was, wife — well, well ! then go up to Sonnenfels, and show them you are not that." ''I do want to go all over Sonnenfels so much," said Margaret. " My connection is a great deal better than theirs." " It does not bring us much fun, mother." LAND ahead! 55 *' It is a civil note, Fanny/' said the Professor, pretending to read it, but in reality enjoying the perplexed faces all the while. " Who is Fran Senden, I should like to know ? " " A merchant's widow, Fanny, that is all. But he was a man of taste, and he had beautiful vine- yards." " Just because she has money she is to have power too, is she ? Well, that is the way of the world." "It is only a false power you know, Fanny, over false people." " But are we to obey it ? " " Obedience is not required of us yet, Fanny ; only she thinks now to give us pleasure. It would be wrong to refuse for the sake of Margot there. Very likely, if it should come to obedi- ence when our swords have met — " " She may end by obeying us," said Margaret, with sudden inspiration. Hans laughed. " You see if we say ' No ' now, mother, they will not ask us again." "And I was out when they came ! Eeally these German people have no manners ; they seem to forget that I am English. That alone gives me precedence." 56 LAND ahead! Hans laughed again. " You must show your superiority, Fanny, by your gracious condescension. You must begin by being willing to give pleasure." " Look, Margaret ! I will say we are engaged to-day, but could come to-morrow. That will not look like wishing to jump down their throats." *' Perhaps they cannot have us to-morrow, mother ? " " Then I cannot help it.'' So the salve was applied to Frau Hoffman's pride, and Margaret was on thorns till the answer came from Frau Senden that the morrow would suit her equally well. CHAPTER Y. Yes, ye moss-grown walls, Ye towers defenceless, — Where are all your trophies now ? Your thronged courts, the revelry, the tumult, That spoke the grandeur of my house, the homage Of neighbouring Barons ? Mt/sterious Mother. Margaret was amply repaid for all her anxiety when the next afternoon came, and she found herself climbing the hill at Sonnenfels with her parents. What a glorious summer afternoon it was ! They went up looking, admiring, breathing beauty, and stopped to turn and to look again. There was the river everywhere, and the hills and woods everywhere too. There were bright flowers on terraces, waving leaves, and above all, smiling down on them, laughing children's faces : the owners were young visitors from Sonnenthal. There were little enclosed gardens, and a fountain playing in the sun. Leaving this, they passed the chapel, and so through the house, on to the broad terrace where Frau Senden, her sister-in-law, and Valentin were waiting to receive them. 58 LAND ahead! " How kind of you to come," exclaimed Lotta, as she hastily advanced to greet them, holding Frau Hoffman's hand in hers, English-fashion, for a full half-minute, and leading her, as she spoke, to a seat beside her own. Frau Steingracht, meanwhile, monopolized the Professor, and Valentin and Margaret stood facing each other. Laughing children's voices from the garden filled up the pause. " I thought of coming to fetch you, and then I thought I would not. It has been a long after- noon.'' a Will you and your daughter come and sit here ? " said Frau Steingracht to Hans ; " I wish she would ; I want to know her better." What was it like, sitting there to rest with these kind friends, listening to their bright talk ? It was like a beautiful dream to Margaret. She sunned herself, as it were, in their company ; she saw all glorified by her excited imagination. To her, who had sighed the other morning for the communion of such brave spirits as Valentin, to her all here shared his nobleness, his grandeur of soul. To her, Frau Senden shone with a borrowed light ; and Frau Steingracht was a kind old fairy, who sought only the happiness of mankind. For LAND AHEAD ! 59 the old lady beamed on her as she talked, and now Valentin had joined them, and his earnest, courtly gaze set Margaret thinking of the knights of the olden time. Frau Senden had just proposed an expedition over the house and to the old castle, when foot- steps were heard ascending the stone steps, and in another moment the tall figure of a gentleman was seen approaching. He did not offer, however, to advance to the party, but went towards the door, as though to ask admittance at the house. " That is Mr. Tudor," said Frau Hoffman, " the English clergyman." " The gentleman, Valentin, at whose house your young friend Mr. Vane lives." Valentin started up and went to meet him. " Oh, my dear sir," said Mr. Tudor, standing hat in hand as Valentin came near to him, " I am ashamed to trouble you at this genial hour ; but the fact is, I could not come before, and young Vane is so much better, and he wished to see you." " I will come immediately." Mr. Tudor cast a longing glance at the chairs, at the unmistakable evidences of refreshment on the stone table, at the fumes of tobacco emitted from the Professor's mouth, and at the comfort of the party lounging there. Sonnenfels had been 60 LAND ahead! his vision of Paradise for months ; now that fortune had opened the gate so unexpectedly, was he to be ousted so soon ? " Oh, my dear sir, I would not trouble yourself this evening, not at this late hour '' " Oh ! but I insist '' " But, in fact, I assure you, it would be much better if you will come in the morning ; he is asleep now, and it is so late, I should be sorry to have him disturbed." " Oh ! in that case of course I obey. But you will stay with us a little, will you not ? My cousin will like to hear how Mr. Vane is, and your company would give us so much pleasure ? '^ So Mr. Tudor, only too willing, was led up by Valentin, and warmly greeted by Frau Senden, who had already seen him when inquiring after Dudley Vane. " I have long wished to know that man," said the Professor, eyeing him anxiously. " To me he has always been a curiosity." " W hy ? " asked Frau Steingracht. ^* He looks so eminently respectable ; then see how tall and superior and sleek he is ; then he is always smiling — he smiles even when he preaches ; and yet sometimes his smile is so unpleasant that one wishes he would swear instead. ^^ LAND AHEAD ! 61 " Oh, Professor ; how shocking ! " " Will you come, Mr. Tudor ? we are taking Frau Hoffman on a voyage of discovery. Will you join us ? " He jumped up in answer to Frau Senden's invitation with the alacrity of a youth of twenty ; and it was curious as they went, noting this and that, to see the different objects which interested the different visitors. "It is age that gives beauty to inanimate things, in contradistinction to animate ones,'' said Mr. Tudor, half contemptuously, as he noticed Hans Hoffman's ecstasy over an old clock he saw on the stairs. " True, sir ; very true. Half of these ancient objects of our adoration are rather ohjets d'ingtnuite than ohjets d' ai't^ for they are more curious than beautiful ; but they show the development of the human mind, and sometimes, I suspect, when I come across their minute detail of handiwork, that our forefathers were more strictly and minutely ingenious than we are, though their minds refused to take broad views in the mass, such as our more liberal education discloses to us." " At all events, sir, we learn much by looking at ancient work ; we form our opinions of the 62 LAND AHEAD ! me a who lived before us by the work they did." It was interminable, their talk. Every bit of china, every figure, every suit of armour, every mask, would have detained Hans Hoffman an hour; and Mr. Tudor, in kindness, would have hazarded some opinion or other. " You love these things ? " said Hoffman, in a fit of gratitude for so much sympathy. " I ? oh no. I — I am a Diogenes — a Curius Bentaius. I see these things, and I admire them, but I wonder at them. I live simply, as a bird in the air ; what should gold and pictures and the splendour of art be to me ? " Hoffman bowed his head, half in humiliation, half in discontent. " Yet look at these colours, look at this face," said he, pointing to a Murillo. " Hans, my dear," called his wife, " come here — look out of these dear little trellised windows ; did you ever see a view of the river like this ? Look ! it sets me thinking of Tennyson's * Lady of Shallott.' " ^ " Ah ! Nature, Nature," sighed Mr. Tudor, as he followed Hoffman to the window ; " she is my goddess. What to me are Titian's or Murillo's colours when I have such a picture as this ? " LAND ahead! 63 Just below were Valentin and Margaret ; Lotta was standing with them ; and now Hoffman and Mr. Tudor, leaving the cabinets and pictures and carved bedsteads, went down to join the party outside. Led by Valentin, they climbed up to the highest point of the hill, where the ruins of the old castle stood. Here had Valentin tempted Margaret purposely, and here he let his fancy roam as he watched her earnest face, lighted so frequently by sudden smiles. " What a great castle it must have been," said she. " I feel a very pigmy standing here.'' "Very sprites and pigmies we may indeed feel," answered he, *' beside these old walls that have seen so much history." "More than two thousand soldiers were garrisoned here once when it was besieged," said Mr. Tudor. " Cannot you fancy them living here, lookino- out now of that window, now of this, tellinof oi the enemy's numbers to their comrades down •there in the court-vard below ? " " Or shouting down jokes to each other below, said Mr. Hoffman. " Yes ; and going clanking across in their armour.'' 64 LAND ahead! *' Yes ; and cleaning their guns and swords/' and Margaret shuddered ; " and then looking out of their port-holes on to the river for very weariness of their long captivity." *' And longing to fight for very weariness too/* said Valentin. *' Yes ; and think of orders being shouted out here, and the walls echoing them roujid and round/' said Mr. Tudor. "And fancy the sentinel on w^atch up there." "Is it very old ? when was it built ? " asked Margaret. " In the thirteenth century/' said Herr Hoffman. " Poor old castle 1 it is not now much more than a shell." " No, indeed. There is not much left now to tell the tale. It has stood against many blasts of fortune, and has presented the same solemn face to just wars and to unjust wars ; in repelling the invader, and in levying black-mail on the merchandize passing on the river, it preserved the same proud exterior." " Not much left indeed," said Mr. Tudor, « impatient of the Professor ; " save the huge cellars and the crypt-like vaults where they kept their provisions, and the dungeons where they kept their prisoners, and the secret passages by LAND AHEAD ! 65 which they received their supplies, there is nothing much now." " Come round some of these mounds with me," said Valentin to Margaret, " and let us look throuo-h some of those embrasures, and let us fancy ourselves living some hundreds of years ago. Could you do it, fair lady ? Could you come back with me a century or two and be content so ? " Valentin stopped in his ascent, and threw a swift dance on her face as she stood below him on the broken stairs. " Yes," she said. " If we could fly back through the ages and on again, through time as through space, how happy should we be." " Have you no anchor here in Sonnenthal then ? Could you leave the place and the century so gaily ? " f " I should like to see everything, to know every- thing," said she passionately ; *' then I could come back to Sonnenthal." *'You would not come back," said he, half laughing, half pitying her. " Mother Eve again ! You women will all eat of the fatal tree ; * You must know,' you say, and you suffer accordingly." " I think sometimes," said she, softly, "that if we knew everything, that if we were wiser, if we VOL. I. ^ 66 LAND AHEAD ! could foresee a result, instead of merely answer- ing to an influence, then we should never suffer, never be sad, or sorry, or sick, or poor, or remorse- ful. There would not be much idle hope indeed, but there could be no vain regrets either." *^ But how can we learn so much ? " asked he, stopping again. " I do not know. When we have learnt it, then it is time to die." He looked in her face sharply, and uttered a half-exclamation, putting out his arm as though to hold her. " I am not going to die that T know of," said Margaret, smiling gently. But the pain of the thought was still there, and yet he would not know or have her know how sharp it was. " I often come up here," said he^hanging the conversation : "I alwavs think these used to be the drawing-room and boudoir of the Ladye of the Castle. Cannot you fancy it ? the hand- maidens left working and laughing together in the gay, many-windowed room, looking out on the glistening Rhine ; and the Ladye, with hand on heart gazing alone, stilling anxiety, doubt, and care in this little corner recess, watching too the dazzling dancing river, but head and heart alike LAND AHEAD ! 67 intent on town, castle, and cloud gathered around her. Below she sees the busy street, but it and its hum are far away, and more than probable her thoughts, interests, and troubles would take her far beyond such a narrow horizon." Margaret smiled at the pretty story he had woven, and together they turned away, walking in silence till they came to the place where the echo speaks with a dozen tongues, and where Valentin made the hills resound with his own name and Lotta's, and at last with " Margaret." Then running down they came to a bilberry bush waving its bright berries in the evening breeze, and Valentin must needs gather a branch and twist it round Margaret's hat. " Father will laugh," said she, blushing. " He wdll call you Cleopatra." " He will not think of it." Then, being full of mischief, he led her to the wishing-well, where she almost saw his face reflected with hers, but she was too quick for him, and ran away, reaching before him the terrace where the others were sitting, and looking strikingly handsome with her heightened colour and fantastic head-dress. F 2 CHAPTEE YI. " The chasm in which the sun has sunk is shut By darkest barriers of enormous cloud, Like mountain over mountain huddled — but Growing and moving upwards in a crowd ; And over it a space of watery blue, "Which the keen evening star is shining through." — Shelley. It was after dinner, and they all sat out in front of the house sipping their coffee. The still evening hour had come, and the day was nearly spent ; the dying light in the sky shed some- thing of sadness over the gradual approach of night. But by degrees a thousand lights were reflected in the river, and now and then a boat crossing marked its path with a flickering ray. Below in the town too, lines of lamps shone out, and pre- sently the gardens were lit up ; here from the top of the hill tbey could see the coloured lights, while now and again the sound of music from the band playing there was borne up to them. Later, as the darkness increased, the scene and the lights / LAND ahead! 69 shone out clearer. How weird it seemed, know- ing there was a crowd of human beings moving below, but unable to distinguish the forms. " We might be spirits of another world," said Valentin to Margaret, in a low voice. The sympathy of isolation seemed to draw the little party closer together. Suddenly, like a fiery dart, a stream of coloured light shot up into the air. •* What ! fireworks to-night j> The rocket burst into a thousand colours over- head, and falling, met the sister reflections in the river. Then in quick succession one tongue of flame followed another ; at one moment the very world below seemed on fire, and the figures stood out in black distinctness, as though waiting for the last judgment ; the next instant there was a shower of gold and silver : you could fancy men picking it up and rejoicing over their wealth ; then, with a burst of joy, more rockets filled the air, again a fountain of fire sent its spray hither and thither among the trees, and fell with its fiery waters into the tiny lake in the gardens ; and then at last, with a chorus of loud exulting music, the band soothed and harmonized the excitement of the hour, and all was still. 70 LAND ahead! "Do you drink the waters liere, or take the baths, Frau Hoffman ? " asked Lotta. It broke the silence, and called every one back to practical life with a start. " Yes, I drink my glass every day. I go through my course when the season begins." " And it has just begun ? " " Yes ; the midsummer season. You see, here at Sonnenthal in the season we all profess to be invalids more or less. We are not, you know ; Heaven forbid ! But we wear all their arts and graces and affectations, and they come on easily, fit us well, and for the time are very comfort- able." "It is rather amusing to go down to the Brtinnen early." " Yes," said Mr. Tudor ; " people all want to talk to help themselves through the time they have to walk, and they want to forget they are walking." " They are often really pleasant,'^ said the Professor. " I meet many of my country-people thus," said Frau Hoffman. " And I often think a talk about my dear country, and hearing a little chance news of old friends, does me more good than all the mineral waters in the world." LAND AHEAD ! 71 " Frau Senclen/' interposed the Professor, " I am always telling my wife that we are dependent on our spirits, on our minds ; that it is not bread that keeps us alive, but the nourishment our hearts and souls get that does us good. She does not believe me, but let her put it in her own language, and she tells me the same thing Avithout knowing it." " Yes," said Mr. Tudor quickly, " people say that the world is bursting with the variety of opinions it contains, and the quantity of books that have been written about them ; but I say with Herr Hoffman, that after all it is only that dififerent people speak different languages." "It is the whisper of the breeze from her native land that does Frau Hoflfman good," said Valentin. Frau Hoffman smiled vaguely, moved in her chair, and smoothed her best silk dress with her hand. She began to think she was a greater, a more rare character than even she herself had dreamed before. She moved a little nearer to Frau Senden, for she began to feel confidential. " You love your happy England, madame ? " " Ah ! Meine Frau, if you could understand it. I do not say I feel exiled, but one is lonely sometimes. When I sit among my flowers, 72 LAND ahead! watching the big steamers pass on the river rolling away to the sea, I long to take shelter on its bosom, and float back to old England, and see the old Thames, the dear old Thames, instead." " Ah ! your Thames may be beautiful, but you do not liken it surely to our dazzling, dancing Ehine ? It goes rollicking on as though in very pride of life ; swirling, sweeping on, never still, always pushing on, always eager, always alive/' " Our Thames is great too," interposed Mr. Tudor ; " magnificent sometimes, madame ; but half asleep always ; just as we English are half asleep, selfish, cautious, prudent, without senti- ment, without that deep sense of earnest life and loo'ic which seems to actuate the Germans." Frau Hoffman looked up at him curiously. Was he laughing ? or did he really think so ? or did he only want to please Frau Senden ? She turned her back upon him and went on with her confidences. " We have much sentiment certainly," said Frau Senden in a low, uncertain voice. '' Yes, you have. And, dear madame, I have found sentiment on the whole unsatisfying. Do not let dear Hans hear what I am saying ; he could not understand, his heart is so tender. But I married him for love, and think what it LAND AHEAD ! 73 was ! I had to give up my religion. Well ! but you know just then Hans was my religion — and so — but then that was not the worst part, for I had, in giving that up, to give up my inheritance too. If Ulrich, my boy, had but lived, we would have gone to Engrland and have fouo^ht it out, and we would have got it back from those wicked Eoman Catholics. Money and religion should never interfere with each other.'' " So your boy died ? " " Yes. Did not you see the basso-reiievo that Margaret did of him, the day you came ? It is in the room there." ''Yes." " He was so beautiful. I often and often stop and look at it, and wish I had him back, till the tears come, and then I look out and see the river — and then that makes me sad too, for it won't take me away." " But your home must be so happy 1 " " Oh, it is a curious sort of place. I should not mind if there were no dungeon below, and not that sort of cemetery above, where I know murdered people have been put. I am dreadfully afraid of ghosts. " " Yes ; so am I. But the house looks so pretty from t-ie river. People always ask whose it is.'^ 74 LAND ahead! " Yes ; I know. They always put up their glasses on the steamers ; I see them out of my telescope ; and they ask all sorts of questions, and then they refer to poor ill-used Murray, and are very cross because he cannot tell them half enough." " Are you not proud of it ? " " It was Hans' idea. It is full of surprises inside, though miserable enough without ; and it is really comfortable. But it is lonely, and the solitude is sometimes horrible." " But then you have the Ehine." "And the Ehine always has something to say," said Valentin from behind. "And with such a husband and such a daughter, madame, you cannot be dull ? " " Dull, Frau Senden ? Oh no ! But they are sufficient for each other. Hans has impregnated Margaret with all his follies, and so long as they are together they are content. Of course I delight in it, but still a young woman should not dream her life away. There should be energy, ambition ; something else besides art." " A touch of worldliness." " Yes ; a woman must be worldly to get on ; for she has nothing but herself to push her on. Now they are both so calm, they drive me wild." LAND AHEAD ! 75 " She is a charming companion for her father." " Oh yes ; when I hear them reading the poets together, and talking of art, I think of my young days, when just such talk made me forego everything for Hans ; but still — alas ! I know now what I did not know then ; one cannot live on such talk/' " There are bread and meat to be thought of." " And clothes, Frau Senden ; Margaret's clothes are my terror and dismay." " But she is charmingly dressed." " Do you think so ? Ah, well ! to-day, perhaps. But if only she and Hans would not be so careless about everything ! I wonder if a bath in the Ehine would do them good ? I have to arrange all. I sometimes wish for an earth- quake that would bring the old mountains and all Hans' fossils toppling about their heads ; and sometimes I sio^h for a second deluo-e, which should send the OTeat Ehine swirlinof round us, and lift up the old house and float away with it. I think perhaps they would be roused then." "How charming this is, madame," said Mr. Tudor, as he took a chair beside them. " Your voices sound like soft music in the distance. I had no idea the town would look so well at night. Perhaps, though, darkness covers its 76 LAND AHEAD ! many defects, and certainly your company lends enchantment to the view." He sipped his coffee, and presently blue wreaths of smoke were encircling his features, and an expression of placid content was written thereon, as though he were a very German. " How is your patient, Mr. Tudor ? " asked Frau Hoffman. " Oh ! better, marvellously better. What a wonderful escape it was. Count von Broderode, what letters I have written home to England ! I could not help it ; my heart was full. It will be in all the papers ; they will all love Germany now ; German heroism will be in every English- man's mouth ; your gallant deed will knit the two countries closer together than ever." Valentin laughed. " I did nothing, absolutely nothing.'' " Who is he, this young Mr. Vane ? " asked Frau Senden. '' English, madame ; an English gentleman. He is the nephew of Sir Gilbert Vane, an English baronet, of Froghambury Park ; in all probability he will succeed, as his uncle is not married. And a very fine estate it is." " Is he a nice boy ? " **Nice, madame ! He is charming ; a piece of LAND AHEAD ! 77 crystal, Nature's gentleman ; so honest, so simple; a little rough perhaps, but a little experience and a little more of the world will soon rub the corners off." ** I shall like to know him," said Frau Senden. " A little dull at his books, perhaps ; yes, a little. In fact," he added, leaning over to Hans Hoffman, and speaking in his ear, " he is a failure, a dead failure, and that is why I am honoured with his company, I suppose ; but I must not say this now. Not, madame," he went on, resuming his former tone, ^'not, I should say, quick at languages. But English — oh ! an Englishman to the back-bone. For me, I am not English.'' " Not Eno;lish ? " exclaimed several voices at once. " No ; I am Welsh. Owen Tudor was my ancestor ; a fine old family, madame. You don't know anything about it, I dare say, but royal blood flows in my veins, and in me you see the forlorn scion of a noble house." "Dear me ! " said Frau Steingracht. ''Tell us more about Mr. Vane," said Frau Senden, quietly. " He has no father living ; his mother now reigns supreme at Froghambury, for the smaller 78 LAND AHEAD ! house where she and her children lived was burnt down a little while ago ; I have reason to think Sir Gilbert does not like the change of her kingdom." "Why not?'' " Well, I hardly know. But old bachelors are apt to be tenacious of their rights, and I fancy Mrs. Vane is one of those ladies who cannot see limits. She has a daughter, Lilly, w^hom I do not know. Dudley is delicate, very." " And are they both at Froghambury ? " '' Both." " And so Owen Tudor was your ancestor ? " said Frau Steingracht, leaning forward. " Do you remember reading to me the other day, father, about Dean Swift ? " said Margaret to her father in a low voice. "Yes." " This surely is a modern Dean Swift. I wonder if he has a Stella. But let us hear what he says." " Ah, madame, there is nothing in such memory that 1 know, save the comfort it brings when one is poor, and when one suffers ^ from the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes.' Then pride comes LAND ahead! 79 to the rescue, and one does not feel the injury done, for it is only one's own forbearance that allows it." " You love Shakspere, sir? " asked the Professor. " Shakspere ! '' Mr. Tudor took off his hat ; " he is the OTeat master. I never breathe his name without showing him respect. What harmonies, w^hat power, what knowledge of human nature, what passion, and w^hat natural human laughter do we not hear from his characters ! " " His strength is wonderful. But how you reverence and worship him, you English. We Germans pick him to pieces, I fear, disrespect- fully." "And so you may. He had no 'mortal coil to shuffle off ; ' there are no traces of beginning, of progress, of failure ; he was great always ; he was a god always. ' Poefa non fit^ sed nasciturJ " " Some plays seem to surpass others, but then they seem to owe their position more to their own nature and subject matter than to any inequality of their author's power." " Yes ; other men may ' rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things,' but Shakspere had no trammels, no dead self to cast aside." 80 LAND ahead! " And so you like Tennyson, Mr. Tador ? " asked Margaret. " And you, Fraulein ? " " I know most of him by heart." " Ah ! that is right. Learn him, love him, steep your soul in him ; you cannot do better." " How fond you English are of recommending books to each other," said Frau Senden. " Yes," said Frau Hoffman. " Some time asfo at the spring I met a poet whom I used to know in London ; he sat there talking while we drank our tumblers of water ; he advised me to read this and that, prosed and wondered away over metaphysics, said I should read ' Old Mortality,' and that when he met me in the next world he would ask me if I had read it. I saw him again this morning, and he did not know me. If he has forgotten me in this world, how can he remember me in the next ? " *^ His intelligence perhaps may be sharper then," said Valentin ; " for we shall be all intelligence then." ** How well my tailor's house looks from here," remarked Mr. Tudor. *'It looks beautiful in the moonlight. Truly he is the most important man in Sonnenthal." " Keally ? How ? " asked Frau Senden. LAND ahead! 81 *'A tailor always is, madame. Do you not know he is the most powerful of men ? he makes or mars our fortunes as he lists. We may have a title, wealth, position, but what use are they if we cannot carry them worthily ? How can we make our way through a crowd with anything like respect if our coat fits badly ? Will any lady smile upon us, is there any chance of our winnino^ the dearest wish of our hearts, if our tailor bears us a grudge V " You are right, Mr. Tudor, quite right," said Frau Hoffman. " What a strange man for a clergyman ! " murmured the Professor. It was getting late, and the Hoffmans rose to depart. Mr. Tudor said he would walk with them, and Valentin must see them to the bottom of the hill. Frau SteinOTacht watched them moving away ; Mr. Tudor walked in front with the Professor and his wife, V^alentin and Margaret followed. " It has brought us a new breath of life, Lotta, having young people here." " Yes, Martha ; it is pleasant." As for Valentin, parting was dreadful. " Must you really go ? " " You know I must," Margaret answered. VOL. I. G 82 LAND ahead! " You will come back ? You like Sonnenfels ? " " Yes, oh yes ! It is perfect. And you are all so charmino^. Frau Senden so handsome and gay, Frau Steingracht so kind, and you so " she blushed and stopped. *S So— what?" " I forgot." *' You shall not go till you tell me/' He barred her way. " So clever.'' " You like clever people ? " . " It is life. But I have met so few ; only father, I think. It makes one miserable always to be with stupid people who cannot understand, that is why I like Sonnenfels. A place may be lovely, but it is the spirit of the place that hallows it to me. Where very stupid persons live, though it may be beautiful, it only seems to me a fool's paradise. There must be energy, vigour, life, vitality, the spirit speaking and working, and then I can sit by, look on, and listen content." " Who is the spirit of Sonnenfels for you ? " She looked up in his face, wondering. He had said it in a low voice, hardly like a question, and now the dark moon-shadows hid his features from her» But her face was clearly LAND ahead! 83 seen in the soft light; the colour rushed to it guiltily. • The others were saying good-night ; so she put her hand in his, and that was all the answer she gave him. 4^ G 2 CHAPTER YII. Oh, there are looks and tones that dai't An instant sunshine through the heart, As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought. Light of the Harem. A FACE looking out of tlie window, all among the flowers ; a face that was a flower itself, Dudley Vane, passing down the street, saw and wondered. There were cinnerarias, roses, gera- niums, and purple iris — a bank of varied colour, and then the face ; a beaming, excited, happy girl's face. He passed on, but scarcely conscious of where he was going, or of aught but the girl he had seen. He was on his way to meet Valentin, but now the thouo-hts that had been busy in his mind about the brave youth who had saved his life were almost ousted from his brain. He went on, met Valentin sitting on a boulder of rock half way up the hill, with his hat in his hand, and greeted him enthusiastically ; but Margaret Hoffman was in his head all day. LAND AHEAD ! 85 Yet it Avas a joyous afternoon wliicli they passed ; a lively gratitude filled Vane's heart, and he bowed as to a superior to all Valentin's opinions and sayings ; while Valentin, delighting in the novel society of an Englishman, and prejudiced in Vane's favour by the romantic opening of their friendship, received the adulation with almost a return of orpatitude. It was late in the afternoon when Vane, delighted with the inmates of the castle, left Sonnenfels, and then it was only after having exacted a promise from Valentin to come to dinner with himself and Mr. Tudor at " The Three Eoses " that eveningr. Lotta Senden looked a doubtful assent to Valentin's absence. " But, Lotta, I like Vane so much." " Because he is new ; you have never met an Englishman before." " Oh yes, I have ; and that Mr. Tudor amuses me. " Oh, well ; your enthusiasm for each other amuses me. I like to see such generous friend- ship." Meanwhile, Dudley Vane, restored to health and spirits after his Ehine bath (that was a week ago now), ran down the hill, and wondered as* he 86 LAND ahead! went whether he should see Margaret again. But no ! Blumenthal looked shut up and deserted : the blinds were drawn down over the windows, and the blazing rays of the afternoon sun were jealously excluded, pry and try to pierce the barrier as they might. How much more helpless then was Dudley's gaze from the street below I An hour later he looked again, as he passed with Mr. Tudor on their way to "The Three Eoses/' but still in vain. Blumenthal might be a house of the dead for all the sign of life it gave. How cool the dining-room at '* The Three Eoses'^ seemed as they entered. The gentle whish-wash of the river outside made Dudley almost wish to jump in once more. Still he shuddered involuntarily as he thought of it. The portly landlord was sitting outside with his newspaper ; he came in to greet his guests. " Ah, Mein Herr ! A good sight indeed. The gentleman has recovered." " Oh, quite, my friend ; and going to do full justice to your good fare, I assure you." One by one the guests for the table d'hote dropped in ; and presently Valentin joined them. They sat by the window till it was time to take their places at the long table. LAND AHEAD ! 87 " I am very glad to see you again, Count von Broderode ; we spent a pleasant evening together at Sonnenfels, did we not ? " " The pleasure is mutual, sir. My cousin hopes you are coming again soon." " So you thought me an amusing old man, eh ? And as for a teacher — well ? " " Ypu are a strange teacher for youth, we think," said Valentin, a look of bitterness clouding his handsome face for a moment. Mr. Tudor laughed. *' I am the impersonation of the world, its humbug and selfishness ; what can a young man learn more useful to him than that ? " " But there are other things," said Valentin, colouring slightly, as though ashamed of his weakness, and speaking slowly, as though he were feeling in the dark. " Principle, honesty of purpose " " Oh, stop ; I know the list ! Honour, grandeur of aim, a great career, regeneration of mankind, if you like ; I know them all. But they are moonshine. Only make fools and put money into the wrong men's pockets. But I can talk that kind of claptrap by the yard, can really, if you think it looks well and suits the cloth. If it would satisfy you and Vane better, 88 LAND ahead! my conscience is elastic, and I can begin at once." " Heaven forbid, Mr. Tudor. Act up to your lights, pray, such as they are. They are elastic, too, I dare say. Be a FalstafF to Prince Hal by all means. But it would be a pity to break away from your lights, even yours, quite ; you would have no anchor at all " " Anchors, Count von Broderode ! I despise anchors ; " and he was starting off at a tangent on the benefit of perfect independence in thought and judgment, when dinner was announced, and putting his arm in Tudor's, Valentin led the Eeverend Divine to the table. They had hardly been seated five minutes when a rustle of petticoats was heard, and who should enter the room but Mrs. Hoffman and Margaret. They were speedily conveyed to their seats by an officious waiter, and neither so much as saw Valentin, or the start of eager surprise with which he had greeted their arrival. Dudley Vane, however, saw it, and the smile of pleasure on his face changed in a moment to a cloud of discontent ; however, he said nothing on the subject, and the conversation about fishing in the Rhine, though it flagged slightly, continued. LAND AHEAD ! 89 " You see the current is so strong," he said to Valentin. But Valentin was looking away. He was roaking absurd pantomimic gestures. {" Oh, it is to the flower-girl — doesn't matter," thought Dudley.) " That really, except in parts of the river " Valentin is smilinsf and bowinor liJ^e a lunatic. Ah, see ! Margaret has turned, is smiling to him. She has a rose in her hand. " Oh, Von Broderode, you sent her a bouquet." Valentin turned proudly to Vane. "Well, why shouldn't I ? " They all laughed. " I mean," said Dudley, colouring confusedly, " who is she ?" " Oh, don't you know ? I must introduce you. Miss Hoffman, and that is her mother. They live at Blumenthal." " I think I must send a bouquet to Mrs. Hoff- man," said Mr. Tudor, smiling, and thinking a breath of gallantry would bring youth back to his somewhat faded cheek. " Tell the lady," said he to the flower-girl, " I send it to my countrywoman." " I wish I had some one to send a flower to," said Dudley, with an affectation of good-humour. 90 LAND AHEAD ! The serious part of the dinner was no sooner over, and vacant places to be found near the HofFmans, than Valentin and Mr. Tudor rose to join them. '^ May I come ? " said Dudley. " Come ! of course," cried Valentin, gaily. How light-hearted, how generous he felt. Dudley must be with him always, wherever he went. Had he not brought him back to life ? must they not share their lives in future now ? Must not his friends be Dudley's friends ? and his pleasures Dudley's ? He felt almost proud of the tall, handsome, pale, solemn-looking young man, as he introduced him to Margaret. How unlike was her greeting from that of another girl. Certainly no German girl would have done it. She put out her hand, and smiled, as she looked full in his face, and said softly — "It is almost as if we met you after you had taken a journey to another world. You were so near death, only he saved you." The colour rushed to Dudley's face at the kindly interest she took. The voice was so tender. Why had she said, " He saved you " ? it rankled in his heart ; she said it so proudly. Valentin would have been jealous ; but had she not said, " He saved you " ? did not that make LAND ahead! 91 him proud and happy ? and afterwards lier smile rested on him, not on Dudley, as if he and she had a common interest, and were both stronger than the helpless youth he had saved. As for Margaret, sitting beside those two, here just where it had happened, where the river had gone dancing by just so in the sunshine, the whole scene rushed back to her mind ; there was a tear of emotion in her eye. It was unexpressed gladness, and in it neither Valentin or Dudley had individual part. Soon after, leaving " The Three Eoses," they wandered in the gardens, where the band was playing ; the w^hole town and society seemed already assembled there. " Do you often dine at ' The Three Roses ? ' " asked Dudley of Margaret, the first time he could speak without being overheard. "Yes, continually." " May I come and sit by you ? " " Yes," said she, turning her head astonished, to have a good look at him. " Have I really your permission — your own cordial permission ? " " Yes." But she did not quite like it, and she moved away gladly with Valentin. 92 LAND ahead! " How is it you know English so well ? " asked she. " I ? I don't know it well. My mother loved English. Then languages are — inon luxe'' How delightful to find a young man whose dearest dream, whose ambition, whose luxury and principal indulgence was foreign languages. Margaret laughed. Such a young man must be a safe, a delightful, a most intellectual friend. She would see more of him. "This is not the first time I have seen you," said Dudley, leaning over her chair, and speaking in a whisper, as the music dropped suddenly. " Is it not ? " she answered, half oppressed with his sudden admiration. '' No ; I saw you among your flowers this morning, and I longed to see you again. It was soon done." A hot blush overspread her downcast face. Valentin saw it ; he almost started up. Meanwhile Dudley's heart throbbed wildly. What was this that had come upon him ? he had never found words so sudden, expression so quick before. Was this love ? Not the ridiculous, evanescent amusement he had experienced some- times, but a feeling ungovernable, unconquerable. LAND ahead! 93 surging witliin him and making him at once a king or a slave. But such intense feeling was out of keeping with the gay little party assembled there. Margaret's rippling laughter was for ever answer- ing some taunt of Valentin's, or some jest from Frau Senden, for she had joined them ; Valentin had indeed looked at Dudley strangely for a moment, half in anger and half in wonder, but the next minute he had said something about " that boy," meaning Dudley, and then they had laughed again. Yet, much later, when they were parting, and Dudley announced his intention of seeing Miss Hoffman home, Valentin's eye met his again. Valentin really thought that Dudley might mar the harmony of the party so happily met ; he might distress Margaret if he was for ever calling the blushes to her cheek, and what a pity to break up the beautiful friendship so lately begun for want of a word. Boys are so stupid sometimes ; he could not think his pale, solemn face would really please her, besides she and Valentin were such friends now ! and he and Dudlev, smiled Valentin to himself, were so different. From Dudley there was no sort of danger, no fear of interference ; but he might as 94 LAND AHEAD ! well be a friend too, for had not Valentin saved his life, and were not their existences bound together henceforth ? " Don't pay her compliments, Vane," said Valentin to him, as they parted, and Margaret was waiting for her mother, Mr. Tudor having gone on. " /know her, and she does not like it." '' Eeally ? " " Yes ; she is quite different from most people. She and I are old friends; she is my especial .friend here — my Herz-schwesterJ^ So he issued his commands, and turned to escort Lotta back to Sonnenfels. How tenderly she hung on his arm as they climbed the hill. How soft her voice sounded, and how sweet her gentle laughter. But Valentin's heart was steeled against her. Was that a sigh he heard when they parted on the terrace, as she wished him a lingering good-night ? CHAPTER YIII. " The sweetness that pleasure hath in it Is always so slow to come forth, That seldom, alas ! till the minute It dies, do we know half its worth." All the bright fairies who ever worked at the woof of happiness seemed to have busied them- selves at Sonnenthal ; one day of golden sun- shine followed another — rosy morning, the blazing majesty of noon, and the still calm of even ; the fleecy clouds that sped now and again across the blue sky were more like the other side of Heaven's smiles than any threatening of frowns, while the shadows they made on the Ehine-land and on the towering solemn old mountains were but " The lights and shades whose well-accorded strife Gives all the strength and colour of our life." A sunny dream in a happy valley indeed ! The different dispositions so suddenly brought together seemed to amalgamate as suddenly, and 96 LAND AHEAD ! to find a mutual delight in each other s society. The happy days they spent together, the joyous expeditions in the hills, the voyages of discovery up and down the river, the picnics in the old ruined castles, the odd repasts in the quaint river- side inns, the more civilized visits to different towns of interest near, what a sum of enjoyment it made ! • And what good-humoured laughter rang throuo-hout : now it was at some mistake in talking : Frau Senden^s English was at fault, or Dudley's German had sent some one into an uncontrollable fit of intense amusement ; only to cease when Mr. Tudor threatened to talk Dutch in future without fail. Now it was some new theory of the Professor's which he was labouring with all the intermittent energy of his nature to establish, and which Mr. Tudor immediately strove with sudden enthusiasm to overthrow. Now a sudden capricious outburst from Frau Send en would threaten to damp the whole party, only to be soothed by Valentin's and by Margaret's imperturbable good-humour and high spirits. For, meanwhile, what was going on in their hearts ? They could not have answered, they could not have told, they did not know, but it was this : they were dreaming. A glorious. LAND ahead! 97 golden dream it was ! It had no ending, it had no waking; legitimate dreams never have. It had no beginning in their consciousness ; it had even no distinct being. They were, and they were happy. Did either think or know it ? If so, it was thus that Maro^aret thouo;ht : — " So this is life ! this is happiness ! It is glorious. I used to dream of such a thing some- times : of people talking and smiling around one, of thought answering thought quickly, of heart beating in unison with heart ; of art, and know- ledge, and beauty, and life stretching out in a great unknown circle before one, embracing all — the whole world, every one in it — in a great chain of beneficence, whether one has seen them or not ; taking in hope, knowledge, faith, and expanding it all. How charming, how good Valentin is ! He has tauo^ht me all that ! '' And if Valentin thought about it, this is what he thought : — " So this is life ! How glorious it is. How never-endingly bright it is. What peaceful glory it has. One feels a king. One mounts up from happiness to happiness, and from hope to hope. Joy rests with oneself, and the angels smile upon us, and tell us so. Margaret is my angel." VOL I. H 98 LAND ahead! But there was a cloud even on his horizon ; but it was so small a one, he laughed at it. Lotta Senden brought it there. Often he did not see it, did not see her anxious looks, her wiles, her caprice, her unmistakable anger ; or, if he saw, he laughed at the twinge of flattery it ministered to his pride. One day, under the influence of such flattery, he suddenly left Lotta's side, and came to Margaret. They had all come to see an old ruin here, and were scattered in groups, some admiring the scenery, some investigating the ruins, and all talking. Margaret was at a little distance with Dudley Vane. She was sketching. She looked up at Valentin as he came, and he threw himself down on the grass beside her. Dudley was there on the other side of her, look- ing on. " Dudley, I want to speak to Fraulein Hoffman ; will you go ? only for a minute." Valentin was accustomed to be obeyed. What was the use of wasting time in circumlocution ? what were friends for, save to make life easy ? As for Dudley, had not Valentin saved his life, and was he not bound to him by an eternal debt of gratitude ? Therefore he went. " What do you think of Lotta, Queen Daisy ? " LAND ahead! 99 That was his own very foolish name for her when they were alone ; for did not Marguerite mean daisy, and if so, was not Margaret the queen of daisies ? Margaret looked up at him, mildly astonished. Was not Frau Senden his own cousin, and was she not therefore perfect in his eyes ? " She — she is very handsome," said she at last. " I did not mean so," answered the young man, and turning himself, he looked full into Margaret's face. " You knew that." " She — she is very fond of you." "Yes." There was a long pause. " I am not so fond of her." A quick look into each other's eyes, then a blush, and a quick merry laugh such as people give when they have gained a confidence for which they dared not ask, but which they half suspected before. And suddenly, her heart at rest, and basking in the joy-smile to the full as radiantly as the river below basked in the sun's golden shower of light, Margaret, proud in her un- conscious self-reliance, suddenly became coquette. " That is so like a man ; he has no gratitude." " Gratitude ! why should one be grateful for what one does not want ? " H 2 100 LAND ahead! " Not having, lie wants ; having, he wearies ; forgotten, he remembers ; remembered, he forgets." " Where did you learn that. Queen Daisy ? " " I — I think," with an arch smile, " I must have read it in a book somewhere." " When did I weary ? when did I forget ? " he asked anxiously. '' So like a child," she went on, as though musing to herself, "struggling for the fruit far beyond his reach, and child-like too, throwing it away or trampling it underfoot when plucked, for the sake of another rosy apple perhaps hanging on the bough above it." " Are daisies far beyond my reach ? " asked he, in a low voice. " No," said she hastily ; " far, far below you ; you would trample them underfoot if you saw them clearly enough." He laughed aloud for very mirth at her folly. " But Lotta jars upon me," said he, presently. "Tell me about her," said Margaret; not that she was afraid, or cared, but she thought that Valentin wanted to talk about his cousin. So he told her the old story ; how they were children together, how they had grown into lovers, but how, when he was away, Lotta had married old Senden for his money. LAND AHEAD ! 101 ! " For I was poor, you know. And tlien she ' sent for me to Sonnenfels at last," tie went on. : " I came full of curiosity, somewhat flattered \ perhaps, and anxious to see the man and the j wealth and the property that had all seemed so j much fairer to Lotta than my love. I came for a week, and I stayed one day. Old Senden was I dreadful. ^^ " I know," said Margaret, slowly nodding her head. " He was. We used to see him in the j town." " And Lotta was so changed ; she seemed to ' have lost caste ; to be — anyhow she is nothing to me now." ! " And she ? " I " Yes ; she wants me to marry her." , A dreadfully long silence fell upon them ; only Dudley whistling to himself lower down the hill- i side broke it, and then Frau Senden's shrill i laughter was borne on the breeze. \ " That is no reason," said Margaret at last, : with an effort. ' " No ; it is no reason at all. I was but a boy I then ; I am but beginning life now." " And you must not spoil your life," said she, ; with a sort of maternal solicitude. j " It holds so much worth having," said he, j 102 LAND AHEAD ! covetously. " I am but beginning life, and it is coming to me like a beautiful goddess, with rosy flesh tints, warm and instinct with soul and beauty — warm with spiritual significance ; her wings are the worst part of her, for they might bear her away, and gold-dust falls from them, if one handles them roughly ; her drapery makes shadows here and there as she steps, but the clouds — " " Have silver linings all," said Margaret. "The hem of her garment is silver," he went on. *' It glistens like faith upon us, and frightens doubt away. I tell you, Queen Daisy, if we will only take it so, life is beauty in a thousand shapes; they come to us laughing, waving their hands to us, blessing us, luring us on, full of hope and confidence ; they fill our lap with sweets, and they show us vistas of intellectual luxury and glory till the cup seems likely to brim over, and the only fear is that existence will not be long enough to taste all." " You have so much ambition, — your soldier s career alone — " ''Yes; fame, art, and friendship." Why did he not dare use the word love^ as he had it on his lips ? " Is it any wonder that I have left that faded old tenderness of mine for Lotta behind ? " LAND AHEAD ! . 103 " Berlin is full of your friendships, I dare say, your interests, your pursuits. You have so many resources, so much influence." " Is it any wonder, Margaret, that she should turn back to me with imploring affection, after her mistaken life of failure ? " *' You are to her a vision of happier days." " She wants to retrieve it all, and stand again on the old ground of youth and proud position. She does not see that she threw it all away." " You have left her behind." " She threw it all away for a coarse, unambitious life ; she threw it all away for gold. Gold does not make life really fair, or true, or great ; self contains all that ; no externals confer them. As for me. Queen Daisy, I mean to find them and win them for myself; I trust life intensely." She smiled down into his confident handsome face. " You are right ! " whispered she. " Ding-a-dong-bell I ding-a-dong! ding-a-dong!" said Dudley Vane, as his heated face suddenly appeared over the brow^ of the hill. " That is the dinner-bell — and it is quite ready. We have laid it out on a grave ; and do come quick, for old Tudor is in one of his most tiresome humours, 104 LAND AHEAD ! and won't talk a word of sense himself or let any- one else talk it either." " What a shame to get it ready without telling us," said Valentin, springing up. Margaret quickly put aside her sketching apparatus, and together they walked towards the ruins. There, fronting them, sitting on a mound, was Frau Steingracht ; she was calmly sleeping, doubtless the heat of the day had tired her. Just above and close behind her sat the Professor and Mr. Tudor ; they were unconscious that the lady was asleep, and evidently thought she was listening humbly to the pearls of wisdom that fell from their lips. Valentin's laughter made Mr. Tudor look over the edge of her hat carefully, and then he fell back, as though he was violently dis- appointed at the indifference she displayed. " How often have I told you, my dear Pro- fessor, that we should not waste our learning. It is an extravagance to fly more birds than the hawk can kill. Here was I thinking to win Madame Steingracht's unqualified sympathy and admiration by my successful refutation of all your admirable theories, and now see ! she has not even heard me, and you — you, I dare say, are my enemy for life. But come, let us shake hands now over their ashes," LAND AHEAD ! 105 "Ashes ! " interposed Valentin ; " whose ? " " The arguments' and theories'." "Ah, my friend," said Hans Hoffman, "the wind has scattered them long ago — but let us shake hands all the same." " Let us hope the wind will take the seed to good soil," said Tudor, still holding the Professor's hand. "And now let us go to dine on the graves of our forefathers — Phoenix-like, the old fellows sustain posterity with wondrous generosity. Madame Steingracht," he added, standing in front of her, and pulling her dress, " would you allow me ? Le dhier est serviT " Oh, dear me ! dear me ! how strange ! I was thinking, I was dreaming, I think." " Yes, madame, I know." The others laughed disrespectfully. " I really was not asleep, Mr. Tudor." "Oh no, madame, anything but that. But will you come ? The feast of reason and the flow of soul awaits us." In reality the mound on which Lotta Senden and Frau Hoffman and Dudley had laid the feast did look strangely like a grave. It was in a sort of ruined court, with the remains of four walls around it. Other small elevations around looked equally suspicious. For the rest, the place was 106 LAND ahead! picturesque enough. Ivy grew luxuriantly over the walls, and some that had outrun the rest peered back into the ruined hall curiously, waving against the blue sky, as though longing to see what was going on in its old nursery, and imploring to be taken back again safe from the storm and heat and stormy life it had found above. Hops, barberries, and clematis clambered about in wild freedom, trees waved without, and through the ruined archway the winding river was plainly seen. " You must not complain of the Spartan diet, Professor, or Valentin, or Mr. Tudor ; Margaret I know will not care," said Lotta. " Here are Frau Hoffman's and my contributions, and such is our sympathy, I am afraid we have not been quite so successful as usual. '^ " Why two pies ? " asked Dudley. *^ And why so many chickens ? " ^^ And two cakes ? " *' Unfortunately," began Frau Hoffman. " Unfortunately," began Frau Senden. " My dear ladies," said Mr. Tudor, " ' Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.' " " Our forefather's grave has suggested that, I am sure," said Margaret. LAND ahead! 107 " We have some cold beef," said Frau HojBfman. " The roast beef of old England. But oh, my countrywoman, how delicious ! the tears rush into I my eyes at the thought. Eeal bond fide roast i beef — on the joint ? " i " I assure you w^e have." I " Ah ! now I am happy, quite happy. Better is a stalled ox where love is, than a dinner of ; herbs and hatred therewith." ; " There is no denying that," said Dudley. i " In most propositions there is some argument to be found, but that is an exception, I think." " Excuse the roughness of our plate and ; service," said Lotta, as she handed the salt and : pepper around. \ " Vivitiir parvo denej^ssiid the Professor, ''cm ] paternum splendet in mensd teniii salinum!^ " Oh, i Himmel ! oh ! ouf ! oh, it is too dreadful ! oh, but it is pepper — not salt — oh ! " and a series \ of sneezings and chokings followed, and the poor ; Professor rose hurriedly from the group, looking as thousfh he must burst a blood-vessel the next moment. ; " Oh, Professor, I am so sorry," said Lotta. ; " Oh, what shall I do ? it is all my fault." . | " He should have looked," said Frau Hoffman, i 108 LAND ahead! wiping away the tears from her eyes, which ; laughter had brought. " Oh, Hans, how could ; you be so stupid ? dabbling in Latin when you : should have been thinking about your dinner." " Valentin, will you cut me some cold beef ? " ] said Lotta, presently. i " Madame Senden," said Mr. Tudor, starting up ' angrily, and looking as fierce over his roast beef i as a dog would over a bone, ''do you think I j will let a German touch my cold beef? No, ' madame. He would waste it, he would spoil it, ' he would — it would be extravagance. Let me, . madame." I " I did not know you were so economical before, Mr. Tudor," said Vane. i " Well, generally I do think economy a bad ; thing ; penny wise and pound foolish, — you know : the old saying, — and I always think of a little I verse which makes me hate economy." | " What is it ? " asked they. ^ *' This. But am not I cutting the beef beauti- fully '^ ; " ' The frugal crone, whom praying priests attend, j Still strives to save the hallow'd taper's end, i Collects her breath, as ebbing life retires, \ For one puff more, and in that puff expires.' " So the meal progressed merrily. Moreover, _^ ] had not Dudley Vane, the rich man of the party, ■ LAND ahead! . 109 contributed some champagne ? How gay, how proud he was as he drew the corks himself, and then pledged Margaret, as he touched her glass with his. Valentin might well say he liked the Khine wine best ; for himself he liked champagne, and so he thought did the others. "Not but what you are generally right, I know. Yon Broderode." **You give in to Valentin too much, Mr. Vane," said Martha Steingracht. " You worship him," said Lotta. " He is very often wrong." "So very often," echoed Valentin, laughing. "But I have noticed it," continued Lotta "' you just let him guide you whichever way he likes." "I do not think so," said Valentin, more seriously. " We argue by the hour about Eng- land and Germany. I envy him his sport, his life, his home, his everything ; I don't know what he can envy me." " Shall I tell you what I envy him, Fraulein ? " asked Dudley of Margaret, in a low voice. " No," said she, for his tone frightened her. ' " Why do you envy him, Valentin ? " asked Lotta, puzzled. If it were wealth, had she not wealth for him ? 110 LAND ahead! " His home must be so beautiful, so luxurious. Then think what a happy life : hunting, shooting, sport ; a rich, kind uncle, who gives him all he wants ; people growing up round him who love him ; a future — a career if he choose — " " Froghambury is beautiful," interposed Mr. Tudor, " and Sir Gilbert Vane is rich and kind, and Vane's home must be happy, as you say, Count von Broderode. But his future, his career — what do you mean ? " "Why, surely, there is Parliament. All Englishmen can be great, can be famous, if they will." " Ah ! yes I well ! why will they not ? " *' But Dudley will," replied Valentin. "Let us drink his health and hope so," said Mr. Tudor, and his glance crossed that of the Professor, and they smiled doubtfully across the table. "How the young men trust in each other," said Martha Steingracht, sentimentally. "Mr. Tudor, do you not take some confiture with your chicken ? " . " No, thank you, madame. That is another of your detestable German — I beg your pardon — one of your national mistakes. Fancy offering LAND AHEAD ! Ill | me jam with my roast ! lost ! quite lost ! I am j a barbarian, maclame, am I not ? ' * In vain, tlirough every changeful year i Did Nature lead him as before. i A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.' " j Just then the Professor, having recovered ! from the effects of the pepper, returned. " Fanny, my dear," said he to his wife, w^ith | a quaint twinkle in his eye, " there is a man ] outside." ] " Well," said she, rather indignantly, " what | is that to me ? A yellow primrose — nothino- 1 more. | " No ; but, my dear Fanny, he is not a com- \ mon man. He is an Englishman." ■] She was interested at once. " Who ? where from ? does he know me ? i who is he ? Oh ! you know nothing, I see. | How do you know he is English ? " \ *' Infallible proof; he has 'Murray' in his hand." ■ Just then the stranger entered the ruined j hall. " Murray" indeed tva-s in his hand ; and he ■ looked about, starting from its promising page to the disappointing results (for it needs imagination 112 LAND ahead! to fill up the vacuum wlien the Eeal faces "Murray's" Ideal), with the stolid, unvarying expression of a British bachelor. He was not young, but he was well preserved ; he was not handsome, but he might have been nearly so some years ago. Successive courses of the waters and whist had given a certain well-known tint to his countenance which no rouge or years will probably efface. He seemed just one of the class who go abroad because other people do, who look at this and that because other people look at it, who know everything because they must, and who talk rarely because they are afraid they might be seen speaking to the wrong person. " He brings a breath of the clubs with him," said Frau Hoffman, eyeing him affectionately. " He looks like Homburg," said Mr. Tudor. ' " What can he be doing here ? " said Mrs. Hoffman. " Speak to him, madame." " Offer him a flower, Fanny," said the Professor. " Let us talk politics," said Lotta. " He must love politics." **I am sure he is a bachelor," said Frau Steingracht. " Look at his boots." "For my part," said Mr. Tudor, raising his LAND ahead! 113 voice, " though I am almost alone against you all, yet I must say I do not believe in Germany." The stranger shut up " Murray," turned his head, took out his eye-glass, and stared at the party — a good downright, ill-bred British stare. The Professor, thrown off his 2:uard for a moment, flushed angrily. " Not believe in Germany ? " But Valentin lauo^hed. "Then you do not love us, Mr. Tudor. One cannot love those in whom one does not believe." " Oh, as for that, I love a quantity of people in whom I do not believe. I admire the Germaus, and respect them extremely ; but I do not believe in them." The strano^er had looked and listened. Now he took one more look all round, and then shut up " Murray." Then he grew red in the face, and frowned ; then he spoke to himself. " A long, dusty walk for nothing. Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall not be disappointed." He turned on his heel. " Sir — r," said Frau Hoffman, shocked out of all reticence at the rudeness of her countryman. He turned round on his heel, and once more was the eye-glass stuck in his eye ; once more did the ill-bred British stare do its duty. VOL. I. I 114 LAND ahead! " "Was that addressed to me, madame ? " "Yes, sir, it was. But now I beg your pardon ; perhaps it was ourselves in whom you were disappointed, and not the ruins ? " " It was the ruins, madame." He took his hat off, and stood bare-headed in the sunshine. The act pleased Frau Hoffman. " Or, sir, are we ruins ? " The gentleman laughed, and stuck his eye- glass more firmly in his eye. "Not knowing what were the beginnings, or what the early promise, madame — " Frau Hoffman laughed in spite of herself. . "A truce to this, sir; and in pledge of my forgiveness, will you let me offer you a glass of Khine wine ; I heard you say you had a dusty walk." He came close to them at once, and stood smiling while they pressed different things upon him. " Will you not sit down and join us, sir ? "We are half English, half Germans." " Hybrids," put in Mr. Tudor. The eye-glass was slowly turned upon him. " I am English," said Frau Hoffman ; and the stranger apparently thought her pleasanter than Mr. Tudor, for the glass was turned again in her LAND ahead! 115 direction, and rested there. " And I wished to hear " " Yes ; I was rude, I suppose ; but the fact IS "Oh, not more so, sir, than nearly all the English are. They abuse nearly everything they see abroad, and yet they have nothing like it at home." "As for Murray, I should like to pitch him into the Ehine." " Do so, sir, by all means," said the Professor. " Are you staying at Sonnenthal ? " asked Frau Senden, to fill up the pause. The stranger fumbled in his pockets and brought out his card-case. Frau Hoffman grew crimson, and tried to stop him. " We did not mean — we " But he was not to be stopped. Holding his card between his finger and thumb, he presented it to Frau Hofiman. " We do not care," said she. He held it still before her eyes. " We do not want you are English ; so . But there it was. " Mr. Mortimer. The Albany." She had actually read it aloud. 2 I 116 LAND ahead! "A delicious comfortable place," said she, commenting upon the place, in default of having anything to say about the name. " Grlad you think so," said he. '' Not that I ever tried it," said she. Then he laughed, or rather chuckled, to himself " Shall I introduce ourselves now to you ? " said she, rather hastily ; for she was annoyed, she hardly knew why, but every one hates being made a fool of; and this stolid Englishman appeared to be enjoying himself immensely now with his pie and claret, and to be more at his ease than any one else there. " Oh, I did not mean " said he, looking half-apologetically at his offending card. " But you must know who we are," said she. " I am staying at ^ The Three Eoses,' " said he, " and I do not want " " But, Mr. Mortimer, just think ; and now let me tell you that is Frau Senden, Mr. Mortimer ; and that is " " Oh," he said, making a profound bow, *^ I do not care — I could not think — but, meanwhile, madame, who are you ? " He turned his face and his eye-glass full on Frau Hoflfman. LAND ahead! 117 " I shall not tell you who I am, sir. If you do not mean, and do not care, and cannot think — " "So be it, madame. Hard fate — I must remain in outer darkness. But you were talking politics when 1 came ; do not let me interrupt you." " I was saying, sir," said Mr. Tudor, too glad to have an opportunity once more of hearing himself speak, "that I do not believe in Germany." "That is Mr. Tudor. Mr. Mortimer, Mr. Tudor," said Frau Hoffman, unable to repress her English idea that people could not talk long or comfortably without the w^ords of the familiar form of incantation. " A la honheurl^ said Mr. Mortimer, bowing. " Mr. Tudor. No, more do I, sir ; I don't believe in Germany." " Mother," said Margaret, leaning over to Mrs. Hoffman, " do you remember the words in the ^ Queen's Journal,' ' Vicky sat on a wasp's nest ' ? Don't you think we are on one now ? " *'Do you remember Jean Paul's saying, Mr. Mortimer," said the Professor, " that Pro- vidence has given to France the empire of the land, to the English that of the sea, and to the Germans that of — the air ? " 118 LAND ahead! " No, sir. I never read Jean Paul Ricliter in my life ; he was too profound, and now you are too profound for me." " It is true," said Valentin ; " and besides the wit and aptness of the saying, might he not have meant empire of the spiritual kingdom, empire of the intellectual kingdom ? " " He meant it so, doubtless," said Hoffman, half sadly ; " not only the logical, philosophical, astronomical, and aerial, but that vast, undefined, illimitable, fantastic kingdom which each man acquires and founds for himself." Mr. Mortimer looked up from his pie and gazed attentively at the Professor ; but the pie gained the day, and he returned to it enthusiastically. "I believe there are chances before it," said Tudor. **I believe Prussia has always had. chances ; but how many has she not thrown away ? What is she now ? what has just been achieved ? Is she on the road to true and lasting greatness, think you ? Is she not a military tyranny ? Might she not have been a centre-stone of liberty — a republic of which honour and religion would have been the chief corner-stones ? Her power seems to me rotten at the core, for it seems built up on lying and bigoted scepticism, dishonesty, and hypocrisy." LAND ahead! 119 " Strong, intemperate words, sir ; very strong, very intemperate," said Mr. Mortimer, looking up from his plate, sparing a hand even to hold his eye-glass. ^'Especially just now, when Europe's gaze has been fascinated. Did I say fascinated ? — good word that — very.'' *' Begging your pardon, Mr. Mortimer, I don't think fascinated is a good word in this case. Europe is not fascinated ; it may have looked on silently, but I think it has kept its opinions to itself about Hanover and Schleswig-Holstein." "I do not know what you call keeping opinions to oneself," said Valentin, rather warmly. " And if annexations are unjust, why does not England fight ? " *' It is not her quarrel." " And perhaps the Crimea has taught her not to meddle with other people's afiairs." " And then there is no injustice," said Valentin. *' We make one under one head for mutual defence. Is not unison double strength ? " *' Cor unum, via una" said Dudley. " We had that this morning, Mr. Tudor ; do you remember ? and you applied it to this very question of the petty princes, the government, and Bismarck." There was a laugh at Mr. Tudor's expense. '* Very well," said Vane. *' Cor unmn, via una!' 120 LAND ahead! " Vane ! " exclaimed Mr. Mortimer, putting up his eye-glass and looking at Dudley. "You don't happen to be any relation to my friend, Sir Gilbert Vane ? They call him the Gilded Vane, you know." *' He is my uncle." " You don't say so ! Ever happened to have been at Froghambury ? " " I live there." " You live there I How is that ? Are you an orphan ? " " No." " Your mother doesn't live there ? " " Yes ; she does." "But he hates women, in that sort of way ^ she must be a remarkable woman." "It is only for a time." " Ah ! I thought so. Two years ago he would not have dreamed of such a thing." " We did live at Froghambury Lodge, but it was burnt down, so now we are with him." " But the lodge is to be built up again ? " " Yes." " Ah ! then I understand. And meanwhile, are you the eldest nephew ? " " Yes." " And what are you doing here ? " LAND AHEAD ! 121 " I am reading with Mr. Tudor." '' What for ? " " To learn German." " Oh ! " " And keep him out of mischief," put in Mr. Tudor. But it was time to go ; the evening shadows were growing quite long on the hills, and the river seemed winding away into mysterious gloom. The Professor went to fetch Margot, who had returned to her sketch. Valentin was almost jealous of him, as he stood with his arm round her, and her head leaning on his shoulder, as he criticized the drawing. " Have you not idealized a little too much, Margot ? " " I saw it so," said she, gently. " Then it is my fault. My eyes and heart are getting old." " Never, father ; they are stronger than mine, with their weak sentiment, that is all." What a packing up of plates and dishes and tumblers ! Mr. Mortimer looked on amused, and almost forgot to answer Frau Steingracht's remarks, as she stood by him. *' Valentin, I have hardly seen you all day,^ said Lotta to Von Broderode, in a low voice. 122 LAND ahead! " Come and look at the view," said he, readily. " How beautiful it is," said she, leaning on his arm. "Your sunny Ehine-land." " You love it, do you not, now, Valentin ? " " Yes," said lie, enthusiastically. He was looking at Margot and her father. "You do not want to leave us, do you, Valentin ? " " Leave you ! oh no," said he, with a shudder. " That is right," said she, with a start of pleasure. " Because when you came, you know, you said you could not stay very long." " Ah ! that was all different then." And he turned away half-displeased, and a shade on his face. Why had Lotta brought the reality so plainly before him ? Was he not happy? did he want to think of going away ? or why was it so different now ? But Lotta stood alone, looking out on the river, and at the golden tints on the mountains. "So he is happy. He shuddered at the thought of going. So it is all different now. Ah, Valentin, my love ! my love ! So I shall be blessed, and I have not loved and waited in vain. Such happiness is almost too much for me." LAND AHEAD ! '123 She heard her name being called, and she turned back to join the busy group. " Frau Senden," said Frau Hoffman, " will you take Margaret in your carriage " (it was only a hired fly, with two very thin horses) ? " and Mr. Mortimer would like a lift." "I fear I shall intrude upon you, madame," said Mr. Mortimer, raising his hat, but looking at the same time as though his mind were quite made up that he should go with her. " Not at all. Pray come ; and, Valentin, you will come." Valentin stepped forward with alacrity, but the shadow on his face was still there. Even the beaming smile Lotta orave him did not dissipate it. The Hoffmans and Dudley, with Frau Stein- gracht and Mr. Tudor on the box, were in the other carriage, and merrily they all started. Alas ! the geh ! geh ! of the coachman made the poor horses go indeed, but their success was not equal to their intentions, for the loose rolling stones on the steep road were a sad trap for their unsteady limbs, and suddenly, without warning, down they all came, and coachman, horses, and inmates of the carriage were all precipitated pell- mell on to the road. 124 LAND ahead! Lotta Senden screamed lustily ; Mr. Mortimer gave vent to most unparliamentary language ; the poor coachman swore too in German ; and Valentin and Margaret laughed and looked at each other, when the first anxious moment was over, and Valentin was assured that she was not hurt. " Queen Daisy, are you there ? are you well ? speak 1 " *' Yes, quite. And you ? " " But tell me ; not one petal broken ? not a scratch even ? look at me, and tell me, " " Not a scratch. But I fell upon you, I think. Was I heavy ? " " I thought it was a feather, till I knew it was a flower." So Lotta Senden stopped screaming. Now she knew why he was so happy at Sonnenfels. How blind she had been ! " Are you hurt, Lotta ? " asked he. " The flowers are pretty at Sonnenthal, are they not, Valentin 1 " " At Sonnenfels ? " *' No ; in the town." He looked troubled. Then he met her gaze. " Yes, Lotta, they are." But here were the others all helping them : the Professor, alas 1 laughing, Mr. Tudor talking. LAND ahead! 125 and tlie rest putting things straight, and looking at the poor astonished horses, who seemed to think it more strange to be standing upright after the catastrophe than to be prostrate. Frau Sen den was very cross. She got into the carriage indeed after a great deal of expostulation, but she was very indignant. " The coachman did it on purpose, I know," said she. " Does his scratched, dusty face look as if he liked \t ? " asked Valentin. " I shall never come on an expedition again with you ; never. Mr. Mortimer is quite right. They are nasty, hot dusty things, and dangerous too." " We will stay at home, madame, together," said Mr. Mortimer. "And I will never employ Heinrich again. You may tell him so, Kutcher," said she. " Of course not," said Mr. Tudor. "Or as we drive by ' The Three Eoses ' we can stop and tell him so," said Frau Senden. " Of course we will," said Mr. Tudor. " But the horses, madame ; you must forgive the horses," said the Professor. The poor Eosinantes looked almost past for- giveness. 126 LAND ahead! "It is their infirmity, not their fault," said Mr. Tudor, " and we must forgive infirmities as we do ugly faces." " Drive on, and take me home," said Frau Sen den, as she leaned back in the carriage wearily. How silent they were as they drove along in the silent evening ; but Valentin and Margaret did not notice it. They looked into each other's eyes and read happiness there, and were both at peace. CHAPTER IX. I was foolish to dream it, but no one can tell How often I dream'd it, how long, and how well ; How it lasted the days of my boyhood all through, And tinged every thought with its exquisite hue. :{: :f: H< ^ ^ ^ When mirth was around me, scarce did I seem To heed its fair presence for dreaming that dream ; And when mirth and her hosts of attendants were gone. To me it was nothing — for still I dream'd on. Dreaming, indeed, were two of our friends at Sonnenthal. Joy seemed to have posted herself somewhere overhead, and to be pouring out her vial with reckless generosity on them. All the world seemed to smile on them, and all nature was in sympathy, " therefore," said their hearts, "it is no dream, but it is truth ; only our eyes w^ere shut and we never saw it before." Never before to either had the Ehine seemed so frolic- some and eager and beautiful ; never had Sonnenthal seemed so gay, or so much laughter bubbling up everywhere ; never had sunshine seemed so bright, and never had smiles come so 128 LANt) ahead! often, or merry words fallen so thickly or so frequent with tender and sweet meaning. Margaret was a very butterfly ; the chrysalis folds of her self-contained life had unwrapped themselves one by one, and she stood on the threshold of a great dazzling garden, wondering to which bright flower she should fly first. And Valentin was another butterfly ; I had almost said he was a bird, but he loved the butterfly too much for that. Together they flew from rose to rose, together they sipped the golden honey, and together, in happy recklessness, they scorned the humble beauties of the flowers of the vale, and soared, in accordance with the highest aspirations of their hearts, to the rarest treasure-houses they could find, and then, revelling in mutual delight, crushed the tiny petals in their reckless pride. And their joy was infectious. Just at first there had been looks askance, a sharp reproof from Frau Hoffman, a mild suggestion from the Professor, a gentle shake of the head from Frau Steingracht, a sarcasm from Mr. Tudor, or some- thing disagreeable from Frau Senden or Dudley Vane ; but now the eternal sunshine had won the day, the clouds were sent away right beyond the horizon, and Valentin and Margaret had by their very faith in their own happiness established it LAND ahead! 129 on a secure foundation. Cavillers and sceptics were silenced by the visible fact. It was like two joyous children coming towards a grave group of elders on a merry May morning with garlands of flowers and wreaths in their hands, with streamers flying and coronals of bright blossoms on their heads ; it was as though they threw their garlands round the grave group, as though their very laughter was contagious, as though the elders moved along with them, the more stubborn faces unbending, the more stubborn limbs swiftening, as though the group grew as it went, till the loving hands led tliem at last to the gay towering pinnacle — their type of the golden summer and of happiness. Valentin's laughter smothered doubt; Mar- garet's smile was peace. Certainly Frau Senden had told Frau Hoffman twice that Valentin was very poor, and certainly the Professor had asked his wife anxiously more than once what she thought of Valentin ; but had she not studied the subject well ? " They are not in love, Hans ; not at all. Just look at them. They are so open with each other. See how they laugh and talk. It is a never-ceasing ripple." " But in an undertone." VOL. I. K 130 LAND ahead! " No ; not at all. I hear all they say. And people who are in love sit silent and are silly." " Young Mr. Yane seemed to think " " Oh, but he is a mere boy, and then he may be a little jealous." " Jealous ! " The Professor opened his eyes. " Not that it matters, for Mr. Tudor tells me his fortune is most precarious, and only depends on the caprice of his old uncle." " How could that be ? " " It seems Sir Gilbert Vane made his money himself out in Australia, and when unexpectedly he succeeded to the baronetcy, then he bought back Froghambury with his own money, so that he can do as he likes with it. And Mr. Tudor says he does not care for Dudley Vane, and that he hates his brother's widow." "Mr. Tudor is a very clever man — Mr. Mortimer has told me so." To this Frau Hoffman vouchsafed no answer, beyond a quick, sharp look of inquiry at her husband, and then a frown settled itself on her face. Just then Margaret's merry laughter from the top of the house, where she was sitting with Valentin and Mr. Mortimer, reached the ears of her parents. LAND ahead! 131 " My little Margot," said the old man, tenderly, " don't let her marry yet. "Would I could shield her from all trouble and sorrow aU her life long." He stretched out his arms suddenly, as though he would shelter her from all peril and sorrow. "Hans," said his wife, solemnly, "girls must marry. You are not fit for this world." Another peal of laughter. It was catching. They smiled at each other, and if there was something triumphant in Frau Hoffman's smile, who can blame her ? " Mr. Mortimer is there too," said she. " He seems to delight in Margaret." She turned away and went up the stairs and outside to them. Valentin and Margaret were busy sketching the bend of the river between the dark hills ; Mr. Mortimer was looking on ; Fritz, the big dog, was looking on also. " Oh, Madame Hoffman," said Mr. Mortimer at once, dropping his eye-glass to look at her, " I am glad you have come. They are so unkind to me ; I want them to come to Homburg for a day, and they will not." " Homburg ! " sighed Frau Hoffman eagerly ; " that is to me a breath of England. Do let us go. Why will they not ? " K 2 132 LAND ahead! " I offered to give the dinner, and every tiling ; but no ! no 1 no ! " " Why ? " " Von Broderode says he hates people ; and Miss Hoffman says 'No.' A woman's reason because she does say * No ' I know, and therefore it should be enough for me." " Mr. Mortimer never said all of us, mother. But of course I should like to go." " Let us go to-morrow," said Valentin, without looking up from his sketch. "You see they do not want much pressing after all." " Now who shall we have ? " asked Margaret. "Why, all of us. Every one of us," said Mr. Mortimer, generously. " Everybody whom I met in the ruins that first happy day " "Mr. Mortimer, don't make speeches. If you do, we will not go with you. You are as bad as Mr. Tudor. But who shall we have ? " " Not — all of us," suggested Valentin, looking cautiously at Margaret. " Who shall we not have then ? " asked Mr. Mortimer. "We won't have Hans," said Frau Hoffman. " We cannot to-morrow ; he is President of a learned meeting." LAND AHEAD ! 133 " He hates Homburg," said Margaret. " He says it is infested with English and Americans just now." "Let us go alone/' said Valentin, boldly. " Eh ! " asked Frau Hoffman. " I mean, don't let us have Lotta and Frau Steingracht this time." Maro^aret blushed. "Do not let us ask Mr. Tudor or Mr. Yane this time." "That reduces us to this quartet," said Mr. Mortimer, somewhat pleased. " Exactly." A very merry little party it was. A very hot day of course ; and Homburg hotter ^han anywhere else ; but then they continually forgot that they were hot. Mr. Mortimer put them into a carriage at the station, and they drove at once to the " Victoria " Hotel : there they had luncheon, and drank iced sparkling Moselle. There were bright flowers all round the court-yard, and a fountain playing coquettishly with a gold ball that gleamed like fire in the sunshine. Then the coloured blinds looked light and cool, and the flower-pots set round seemed set there for a gala-feast. " I feel like a boy out on a half-holiday," said Mr. Mortimer. 134 LAND ahead! He put his eye-glass up and down from his eye to his waistcoat nervously, as though he would like to know how his audience greeted his enthusiasm, and yet he would rather not see. "Fancy no one knowing we are here," said Margaret, laughing. " What do you mean, Margot ? " asked her mother. " I never told any one at Sonnenfels,'^ said Valentin, helping himself to some Moselle as he spoke. " And I met Vane at the Brunnen this morning and I never told him either." " They will all go and call, and be very angry that we are out." *^hey will lay it all on my shoulders," said Mr. Mortimer. " And you will not care, will you ? " asked Margaret. " Not if you are happy," said he, gallantly. " 1 think 1 never was so happy before," said she simply, dallying her fingers in the cool fountain, and following the rapid movements of the golden ball with laughing eyes. " And it is so nice to steal away to pleasure without telling J) any one. ^' Stolen kisses are so sweet," said Mr. Mortimer, slily. LAND ahead! 135 Then they drove about again, and so to the Kursaal. How full it was. What excitement, what repressed rage depicted on every counten- ance. How ominous the croupier's voice sounded. How agonizing the expressions on the anxious faces. Margaret clung to Valentin for a moment in terror ; then began to take a childish delight in it, and clapped her hands when somebody won ; then presently she entered into the spirit of it, and longed for money to stake and win. Valentin read her wish in her eyes. " Shall we play ? " asked he. " A little," said she, tremulously. " You call," said he. *' Eouge." It was "noir." The silver piece was swept away. '' Again." *^ Eouge." It was " noir." Valentin's money swept away once more. "We will not play any more." " Oh yes ; we must." "Yes, go on," said Mr. Mortimer, in her ear. " Go on. I stake too." " Eouge," said Margaret. It was " rouge," and she had won. 136 LAND ahead! *' Again," cried Valentin. " Noir," cried she. He doubled the sum he had staked. It was " rouge." Margaret stamped her foot impatiently, and tried to move away. *' We will not play any more." **Yes, Margot; go on." He had not called her so before. "No," she said, ''I must not." He laughed at her firmness, half incredulous. "You must not play any more," said she, laying her hand on his arm. The young man coloured. He had a gold piece in his hand to stake. He looked at her impatiently. " Valentin, you will not." He desisted at once ; but he bit his moustache half angrily, and looked enviously at Mr. Mortimer, who had laid heavily on " noir." A moment of breathless suspense, of afi*ected indifference, of ill-restrained eagerness, — for there were large sums on the board, and the excited faces around looked more as if they belonged to the denizens of hell than to human beings, — and it came — " rouge." Oaths burst out, furious language, pale faces 1 LAND ahead! 137 ; staring at each other; one woman fainted; a i devilish triumph shone in the countenance of j another ; a hateful, eager grasping and clutching 1 at gold occupied another ; Mr. Mortimer looked a trifle pale. But Valentin turned to Maro^aret. 1 " Queen Daisy, you are my good angel." ] She smiled gladly. I " Will you always be so ? " ' " Always," said she. ; But this excitement was dreadful. There was i a womau pushing her hair back from her temples, i and throwing down her necklace ; here was another | staking her all — really the very last money she had in the world. Here was a man with pale face and shaking hand trying to steady his voice, as he called out " rouge." Here was an English- , man saying with assumed merriment, " I wish | some one would take me away ; only I don't | advise any one to try, you know ; " and here was an old grey-haired man who kept muttering, | " I dreamt I should have my turn of luck to- j day." _ _ i And there was Mr. Mortimer, with more colour I and animation in his face than any one at j Sonnenthal had ever seen, now winning, now losing, and staking more every time. 138 LAND ahead! " Will you take him away too, Queen Daisy ? " asked Valentin, rather anxiously. Margaret turned to find her mother in the crowd. " Mr. Mortimer is losing all his money, mother." *' My dear, where is he ? show him to me. It cannot be allowed for a moment. I have brought him to Homburg, and I must take care of him ; I should not have let him stir from my side. But I was so taken up in looking at that Kussian woman there that I forgot. Look at her ! I, for my part, should not have dreamed, if I had not seen it, that such a creature as that could exist and be a woman." " Dear mother, do come ; he has lost again." *^ I am coming. Look ! she has lost. Isn't it fearful ? She ought to be put in a cage and sent to the Zoological. The tigers are much better behaved, and more graceful. Ah 1 here is Mrs. Brown of — of something or other. I used to know her in London. A vulgar old woman. But she tacked on — ^ of ' something on to Brown to make it respectable, and is rich. I had better shake hands with her. How do you do, dear Mrs. Brown ? " she went on ; " this is an unexpected pleasure. Who could have thought of meeting LAND ahead! 139 any one from dear old England in this Pande- monium — you of all people. But you are only looking on, of course. Isn't it fearful ? oh, fear- ful ! Deaf, are you ? oh, the waters will do you good — the Elizabethan, that is the nicest. Fear- ful ! " And Frau Hoffman escaped, shaking her hands half to express dismay and half in adieu. " Now, Margot, where is this gambler ? Mr. Mortimer, you must come away." Mr. Mortimer just took his eye-glass out of his eye to look at her, then put it back to watch the game. *^ Mr. Mortimer, you are losing all your money." " What is that to you, ma'am ? " His excitement made him uncivil. " Mr Mortimer, as your friend — '* Go to the — ruins, madame." *' So I will, Mr. Mortimer. I will go back to the ruins, where I wish we had never met you, and where I hope you will never come indeed." " Mother, Mr. Mortimer has lost his eye-glass." Margaret had quietly cut the thread and put the eye-glass in her pocket, and now diverted his attention from the game by showing him his loss. " I have it here," said he, in a superior tone. " But no ! my goodness I where is it ? why I had it just now. By George, where is it ? " '* 1 140 LAND ahead! "There are so many pickpockets and thieves about in these sort of places," said Margaret, gravely. He looked at her with contempt. " They would not take my eye-glass." " I don't know," said she. " But what will you do without it ? " (It was a joke amongst them all that Mr. Mortimer could see much better without it than with it.) " You won't be able to see what is turned up." " No, more I shall," said he, scrutinizing her face to see if she was laughing. " What shall we do ? " asked she, despairingly. "Let's have a good look for it and then come back. Isn't it in your waistcoat pocket ? or — or — no ! how very odd." But now he was separated from the group ; they were slowly leaving the room. Margaret turned to Valentin. "How shall I give him back his eye-glass 1" asked she. " Ah ! " she exclaimed the next moment, " look, Mr. Mortimer ! how odd ! here is your eye-glass in my dress ; how lucky I found it." He took it suspiciously, he rubbed it carefully, he looked at the cut thread, he adjusted the glass in his eye, he scrutinized Margaret's grave face, LAND ahead! 141 he shook his head, and finally he walked on to Frau Hoffman without a word. " It was all I could think of," said Margaret, as she and Valentin laughed together. After that they went for a drive, winding in and out and up and down among the woods, and by degrees Mr. Mortimer recovered his equanimity. They got out to pick flowers ; they sat and talked. Frau Hoffman forgave as Mr. Mortimer forgot. Later, in the Kursaal Gardens, surrounded by mutual acquaintances, finding old friends not seen since long ago, all traces of vexation passed away, and when at last they all sat down to a rechercJie dinner ordered by Mr. Mortimer, while near them and around friendly faces were gathered, smiles shone on every countenance and content seemed to reign in every heart. It was a lovely starlight night as they went home. The moon was reflected in the waters of the Maine as the train ran alongside. Margaret put her head out to look ; Valentin was opposite to her. Frau Hoffman and Mr. Mortimer were talking animatedly about some mutual acquaint- ances in the other corner of the carriage. Valentin sat opposite to Margaret, and when presently she looked at him to read his thoughts or understand his silence, she found his eyes fixed 142 LAND ahead! on her face with a sort of painful earnestness in them which she had never seen before. She smiled half nervously, seeking to dissipate his trouble if she might. " Tell me something pretty about the moon," said she. " Its light is very becoming." " I did not mean that," said she, laughing. " I wish we were starting for our day instead of ffoing home." " So do I. How happy we have been." " And are." " And are." " I wish the journey were ten thous *^ Oh, those wretched, wretched gamblers to- day ; their faces haunt me still." She covered her face with her hands. "Queen Daisy, don't hide yourself from me." And he pulled her hands away. " You called me Valentin to-day." He held one hand still. *' And you called me Margot." They laughed into each other's eyes. Was that a crimson blush on her cheek ? The moon'*s pale light would not say. CHAPTER X. I loved thee, beautiful and kind, And plighted an eternal vow ; So altered are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now. — Lord Nugent. A CARRIAGE stood at the gates of Blumenthal, and in it sat Lotta Senden and Frau Steingracht. Fritz, the great dog, stood on the step wagging his tail and looking up at them ; and beside him, with her stocking in her hand, and knitting as she spoke, was Gretchen, Frau Hoffman's little maid. "And they went this morning, you say ? " asked Frau Senden, angrily. " Yes ; they went this morning, with the English gentleman, Mr. Mortimer.'' " But, Martha, is it not too bad ? Fancy their -doinof such a things ! How could Valentin go without telling us ? " "Perhaps it was a sudden thought," answered Frau Steingracht, laughing. " Oh, he must have known." 144 LAND AHEAD ! At that moment Dudley Vane came down the stairs into the court-yard. " Oh, Mr. Vane, is any one at home ? I thought they had gone to Homburg '? " " Yes ; did you know it ? I call it rather a shame. They might have given one a chance of going too. I met Von Broderode this morning, and he never said a word about it." Just then the Professor came to the door. *' Ah, ladies, will you not come in ? There is no one at home ; but pray come in. Good morn- ing, Mr. Vane." "Explain this sudden journey to Homburg, Professor," said Lotta, imperiously. Frau Steingracht laughed and nodded her head excitedly. " I cannot, gnadigste Frau. It was a sudden freak of fancy. Who can explain the whims of women's minds ? I hate Homburg myself, but my good wife adores it, and so does Mr. Mortimer." '' Oh, then it was Mr. Mortimer ? '' '' I see it," said Martha Steingracht. " It must have been all Mr. Mortimer." " But Von Broderode has gone," said Dudley Vane, in an aggrieved voice. "Yes; Mr. Mortimer asked him. He was LAND ahead! 145 the only one lie could find, I think. I could not go." " Oh, Valentin is always hjere." " I hope he is not a trouble to you, Professor ? " " Trouble, meine gnadigste ! He is the sun- shine of our house." " Well, we must go home. Mr. Vane, what do you and Mr. Tudor do this evening ? Failing anybody else, will you come up to Sonnenfels to drink your coffee ? " Her tone was bitter, but it suited well with Dudley's frame of mind. He accepted the . invitation gratefully. As for the Professor, he turned into the house with Fjitz, and betook himself to his books with jealous greed over the quiet hour he had obtained. Meanwhile Dudley, left alone, turned into the Kursaal Gardens ; and there, pacing up and down over the well-known spots where he had often sat and talked with Margaret, — for her presence hallowed every place to him now, — he * thought over the occurrence that had annoyed him so much. " To steal a march on a fellow like that I Never to say a word about it, and to go off for the day — for a whole day — with — her ! He knows I love her. He must know it. But he VOL. I. L 146 LAND ahead! laughed. He seemed to think it a joke. When he laughed I felt as if I could have killed him. And this man whom I wanted to kill, whom I hate, he saved my life. If I could tell some one, ask some one. If she herself " He walked up and down angrily. The stolid Germans, sitting smoking their long pipes and drinking their beer, thought him possessed. " Does saving a man's life entitle you to the slavery and to the utter sacrifice of that life you have saved ? " The band burst out into a solemn chorus of Handel. " In that case," he exclaimed aloud, snapping his fingers, " I don't think the life worth having." Two or three hours later he was sitting by Martha Steingracht on the terrace at Sonnenfels ; Lotta was pacing up and down in the moonlight (that same moon whose rays were shining on Margaret's face for Valentin just then) with Mr. Tudor. Now and again she paused in her walk, leaning on the parapet as she listened to him ; but to get him to pause in his talk seemed hopeless. It was like the brook that said, " But I go on for ever." Not that the conversation was wholly uninteresting, but Lotta had promised herself a Ute-a-Ute with Dudley Vane for some particular reasons. LAND ahead! 147 Meanwhile Martha Steingracht and Dudley- talked in a low tone. " But you are not angry ? " " Angry I " answered he, " why should I be ? Oh no. A day is not much after all, and there are three hundred and sixty-five in the year. Oh no ; I am not angry. But still he might have told me." " You see he was probably asked in a hurry, said * Yes ' in a hurry, and so it was all done in a hurry. And then I think, at least I have thought sometimes, that he is in love with her." " That has nothing to do with it." " But it would have everything to do with it." " But I am his friend, Madame Steingracht." " Yes, of course ; so you would not interfere with him, even if you wished, and even if he had not saved your life, which binds you to him for ever, even if you did not like him as much as you do." " I suppose it does bind me to him for ever ? " " How strangely you say that ; as if you were only half glad. But I know your heart. How often we have talked and wondered over your devotion and romantic admiration for Valentin." " I felt so grateful to him. Then, you know — -" " Yes, I know ; he is so handsome, so strong, L 2 148 LAND ahead! so bright. He seems born just to wish and to J) win. " He is a very clever fellow too." " Oh yes ; really clever and accomplished. Do you know that Lotta is in love with him ? " " What ! Madame Senden ! '' " Yes ; she has determined to marry him." A ray of light seemed to come to Dudley. " But then," — and a storm gathered on his pale, handsome face, — " what does he mean ? v^hy is he so much at Blumenthal ? " " Oh, don't be frightened. He will not marry Lotta. You are very chivalrous for our little Margot, though." " Yes," said he, confused. " To see her is to love her." The old lady looked at him sharply. "Listen, Mr. Vane. I think I understand. But you must not interfere with Valentin. You are his true, loyal, and sincere friend. You are bound to him. He is your angel ; you told me so once. And if he loves Margot he must marry her. Those two must be happy ; they are born for it." *' And what am I born for ? " She looked at him from head to foot, then she looked down on the flashing lights in the town, and passed her hand across her face. LAND ahead! 149 " True," said she, in a gentle voice ; " we are all the same. I have said the same as you ; each one thinks he is born to be happy." Dudley turned away in silence. This old woman did not understand him ; she forgot his feelings, forgot how his admiration, his worship for Valentin had dwindled, then changed, and had now grow^n into hatred ; she forgot how he must hate the fetters gratitude seemed to impose upon him ; above all, she forgot his mad, earnest love for Margaret. A moment more and Mr. Tudor's voice broke in on the silence. " Would he cede him his place, if Madame Steingracht would accept his poor company, and would Dudley go to their hostess ? " " Come, Mr. Vane," said Lotta, as he approached her in a far corner of the terrace, " I asked you to Sonnenfels this evening on purpose to talk to you, and you have been wasting the whole evening with my sister-in-law." " You seemed so deep in conversation with my reverend tutor, I did not dare to come before." " After all," said she, a moment later, as he sat beside her, " I think we are almost as happy here as our friends at Homburg ? " " Quite," said he, warmly. (Let us hope the recording angel does not note 150 LAND ahead! untruths such as these ; they are so frequent, so universal.) " It was a curious freak on their part," said she. " Very." ^' I thought I saw in your face to-day that you were angry, disappointed. That was why I sent for you." " I was angry. I should have liked to have gone too." "I think I have discovered more than that. Do not be angry, and tell me if I am wrong. I fancy that Margaret and you are not indifferent to each other." The colour rushed into his face. It was a new way to put it. Margaret not indifferent to him. Was it so really ? " Your silence tells me I am right. You may rely upon me." " But " "Yes; well, I know, of course you must not tell me. And then you think dust has been thrown in my eyes by my cousin and your friend Valentin. Oh no ; he is a good friend, for he has told me nothing, but I know better." " No ; you mistake, Madame Senden. Valentin is my friend ; how could it be otherwise ? but about Miss Hoffman — no ; he has said nothing LAND ahead! 151 for me, done nothing for me. I thought — I think " " What ? " asked she, sharply. " That he liked her himself." Dudley was too candid for Lotta to-day. " No, that is not possible ; for — oh, no ! He may indeed be carried away now and then. His manner is so foolish, so — empresse. But it is nothing serious — could not be ; for Mr. Vane, may I rely upon you ? " " Most implicitly." " But first let me understand. You have held off — you have held aloof from the Hoffmans for Valentin's sake ? You were so scrupulous ; you thought that as he had saved your life " " I must not spoil his." " Generous, true-hearted friend ! But how mistaken. And Margaret ! she likes you, does she not ? " " Likes me ! oh yes." i see. Lotta saw more than Dudley thought, but she did not yet see her way out of the difficulty, and sat in the dark for some moments. At last she spoke. " Then are you going to ruin her happiness for Valentin's sake ? " 152 LAND ahead! After a pause he answered it by anothet' question. "I cannot honourably go against Valentin, can I ? " " Has he made you any confidence on the subject ? " " He has implied that he likes her, that she is his especial friend here ; and, as far as that goes, I should think Valentin might win any woman's love." " Valentin is too poor to marry her. You are rich." In the distance they heard the tones of Mr. Tudor's voice. As usual, he was having it all his own way. " Money will not win Miss Hoffman." Lotta might have sighed in her own heart, *'Nor Valentin." But she started up with unwonted energy. " But you yourself, with your wealth and all you have to offer her, will win her. I believe she loves you already. Have I not seen her swift blush when you approached ? " " That is because she knows I love her." " Have I not often seen her screen you from Valentin's sarcasms, or take your part in argu- ment " L^ND ahead! 153 " That is because she is kind, and because she and Valentin love to torment each other." " Have I not heard her praise you to all of us, and praise England as if she loved it ? " " That is to please her mother, and to get you all to talk to me, to leave herself free with Valentin." " Good heavens ! Mr. Vane, hold your tongue. I love Valentin." She had said it with all the vehemence of mingled passion and anger, but now it was out she sank back shame-covered and confused, not daring to look at the youth to whom she had confessed. He saw it all. Her marriage with Valentin was after all only an idea. She loved him. He felt for her with his whole soul ; it was his own hopeless case with Margaret, his eager desire for happiness, it seeming so near, and Valentin the obstacle. Here too was Lotta, lonely and jealous, eager for happiness ; and Valentin — occupied, smiling, merry — the obstacle. " What shall I do ? " said he. " What would you have me do ? " His heart ached for her. He forgot his hatred, his anger, his sorrow in hers. '' May I tell you ? May I trust you 1 " asked she at last. 154 LAND AHEAD ! "Yes, always.'' "It is soon told. I have loved him always. When I was a child, when I was a girl, when I was a wife, and now when I am a widow. I was poor, and they made me marry Hans Senden. Now I am rich Valentin should " " I see," said he. " As for your not standing in Valentin's way, that is nonsense. Margaret is, can be, nothing to him. Here is his life, and here is his happiness." Dudley half shuddered as his look met hers. " Because he picks you out of the river are you his slave ? Why, he would have done it for any one. Anybody who could would do it always. No ! believe me ; marry Margaret and be happy." How well the doctrine agreed with his own soul's desire none but Dudley knew. Later, much later, he was passing Blumenthal when a carriage drove up. He heard Valentin's voice. Instinctively he stole into the shadow. " Good-night, Mr. Mortimer, good-night," said Mrs. Hoffman, shaking hands. "Thank you a thousand times for the happy day you have given me and my child. Good -night. Count Valentin." LAND ahead! 155 " Has it been a Happy day, Margot ? " asked Valentin, as they stood together under the waving acacia-tree. " So happy ! so very happy ! " said she. " Do you wish for such another ? " He held her hand in his, and stood looking into her eyes. " Yes. Eeach me a bit of acacia ; it smells so sweet." " Call me Valentin," he whispered. "Valentin," she said, tremulously. So the flower was hers. But he stood waiting still, looking at her. With both hands she put the flower into his ; then vanished under the great dark archway. *' You happy lovers," said Mr. Mortimer, laughing. " But quite right ; youth is short." Valentin turned to the wall to strike a light. "Hola!" cried he. "Why, Dudley! So! playing the eavesdropper — listening 1 " Half an instant's reflection told him he must have heard what was intended for himself alone. " How is that. Vane ? " called Mr. Mortimer, sternly, from the carriage. Valentin laughed. "After all, Mr. Mortimer," said he, "I think I will not drive home with you. I want a walk. 156 LAND ahead! Come, Dudley," and lie put his arm withia his own, as he drew him along to walk with him. Now any one else but Dudley Vane might have hesitated before he walked thus affection- ately with the man of whom he had said in his heart for the last week or fortnight that he hated him ; the pent-up storm raging within him would have been sufficient to keep them yards asunder ; and if that were not enough, the very thoughts and feelings he had had this day, the very words he had used about him, that which he had heard from Lotta Senden, the very fears he had entertained with regard to Margaret would have held him cold and distant. But Dudley Vane was not as most other young men. He was essentially cowardly. His weak health may have had something to do with it ; having been his *' own mother's boy " something more ; now in this especial case there was mingled awe and admiration for Valentin which made him fear a quarrel and shrink from his scorn. In Valentin's mind also there were complex feelings striving for the mastery. He was shocked, disappointed to find Dudley listening in the dark ; but he liked him, and this liking could not be extinguished in a moment. He had saved the boy ; was he not to some extent his own boy ? LAND ahead! 157 In those dreary days of watching had he not often stood despairingly by his unconscious form, and then how had he wondered what the tenant of the human frame would be like when it came to full life and being once again I Was it after all but this : something mean, shrinking, cowardly, masked, deceptive ? Was Valentin to like him, to trust him, no longer ? For he had liked him ; he had trusted him. Partly, doubtless, because of the opening romance of their acquaintance, and much more, doubtless, because Dudley had so worshipped, so admired, so trusted him. Oh no ; there must be some mistake ; Valentin must still trust him ; he, Valentin, had never had an enemy yet. But if the boy loved Margaret ! well, he must just be told. They had better understand each other at once. Once told, he would see the truth, and must obey fate. As for a quarrel, Valentin was too happy, to-night of all nights, to quarrel with anybody. Even Satan himself must bow to his decision, and flee from before his own powerful and most righteous little finger. So, thus equally pre- occupied, they walked for some distance in silence. Dudley was waiting for Valentin to speak first ; for himself, silence seemed safer than speech, therefore he preserved it intact. 158 LAND ahead! At last they came to a favourite spot of Valentin's — a seat on the river -bank among the trees ; it was at the foot of the Sonnenfels hill. " Shall we stop here to talk ? " asked Valentin. " If you like/' said Dudley, with an assumption of bravado. Valentin loosed his arm at once, and they sat down side by side. " You were passing, Vane, I suppose ? Say you were passing. You were not standing there waiting ? " There was a pause, only the river murmured at their feet ; then it came. " I was passing. I hate being cross-questioned." " Thank Heaven for that ! " said Valentin, generously. " But why did you stand there ? why did you not come on ? " " I — I did not want to be in the way. I heard you saying good-night, and — and I thought I might be a bore." It was a half-truth ; Valentin instinctively knew it to be no more. For a half- second a feeling of intense dislike towards Vane came over him ; but just then he caught a glimpse of his face, and the old generous kindness came surging back into his heart. He put out his hand. " Shake hands," said he ; "I was annoved that LAND ahead! 159 you heard what we said. I was wrong ; forgive it, my friend." How the confident tone, how Valentin's generous apology jarred on Dudley, only those who have had the misfortune or weakness to hate a generous foe can tell. But somehow he managed to shake hands and to smile, and to murmur something about the unfortunate coincid- ence of having been there just then. " But, Vane," said Valentin, suddenly turning side-ways on the bench, and looking him full in the face, "had we not better understand each other fully at once ? About Fraulein Hoffman, I mean ; I thought you knew — I thought I told you before ; there must be no misunderstanding between us two ; and I thought you knew that — that my happiness rests with her." "AVhat if I did know it?" asked Dudley, almost brutally. Valentin looked at him surprised ; this was a new side of the English character to him. "I thought if you knew it you would not bring unnecessary troubles on her and on both of us by interference." " Because you said so was no reason that her happiness should rest with you. Or was it any reason that I should not try my luck ? Who are 160 LAND ahead! you to carry everything before you — to rule men and win women as you like ? " " I am nothing. But I have beat you in this race, because I was here first. Fraulein Hoffman and I became friends when you were near death's door." " I wish to Heaven you had let me go through the door instead of for ever throwing it in my teeth like this ! " said the young man, passionately. " I throw it in your teeth ! When have I ever done so, save to congratulate myself on having made your acquaintance thereby ? But I teU you, with regard to Fraulein Hoffman — you are too late!" Yane laughed scornfully. " Too late ! let us see. I claim my right to try as well as you." '■ I only tell you to save yourself trouble and pain. Be warned in time." " Look, Yon Broderode : you have saved my life, you are accomplished, you are brilliant, you have everything in your favour to win where you will ; but meanwhile, I love her." Now Dudley Yane's love seemed to Dudley Yane a very great and important thing. Yalentin barely repressed a smile ; the youth's form was so slight, his manner was so unformed, sometimes he seemed such a child. LAND ahead! 161 Meanwliile Dudley thought he saw the smile. " And my love is better than yours, because T never loved before, and because I shall never love again." "And the names of my loves are Legion," said Valentin; "but in this is my love better than yours, for it stands alone, and is my first and my last. Believe in my happiness, and in what I tell you, Vane." " But I tell you, Von Broderode," said Vane, with sudden fierceness, whispering in his ear, " I will marry her ; you cannot." " Cannot ! who says so ? " exclaimed Valentin, startled. " I say so. You are too poor. Your cousin, Madame Senden, says so." " So you have been talking to Lotta. Now I see it all. Well, Vane, I thank you for the interest you take in my affairs." Vane paled. " I will never believe it till I hear it from her own lips." " You are not to blame. Vane. Of course you admired her." " Have you asked her yet ? " Valentin met his gaze full. VOL. I. M 1 62 LAND AHEAD ! " No. But I am sure she loves me. And site is true ; no one is so true as she." The moon was setting now. They could see but a small piece of her disc over the great mountains. "Vane, it is no use sitting here all night." Valentin rose, and stood leaning on his stick, kicking: a great stone into the river with his boot. What evil spirit was it that prompted Dudley to move a step nearer to him ? what did his out- stretched arm mean ? what ■ was that gleam of fiendish determination on his face '? what was the fearful temptation that assailed him ? So easily done ! A moment, and all is over. No more that ringing laugh, that grates so on the jealous ear ; no more the soft tones of that voice at which Margaret smiles so feverishly ; no more hatred or anxiety. All peace and victory. But what was the thought that stayed his hand ? It was the thought of the upturned agonized white face in the water, the thought of the reproachful eyes that had met his in kindness so often, the thought of the last death-struggle of the young strong limbs that had saved him so bravely. " I say. Vane," said Valentin, turning suddenly LAND ahead! 163 in all Tinconsciousness, and waking up from his moment's reverie, "we will say nothing of our conversation to any one — that is understood ? " " Yes ; let that be understood," said the other. He was trembling all over with the awful effort he had just made over himself. " Why, what's the matter ? Not to any one." " Not to any one." " I say, old fellow," exclaimed Valentin, all kindness once more, and really too happy in his confidence to dream of danger from Dudley's rivalry, " you are ill. It is this night air. You have got a chill. It is so damp here. How thoughtless of me to have brought you here." Valentin's care was wormwood to Vane. " I am all right." " No, you are not. You'll be getting a fever or something. Will yoti go straight home 1 Shall I come with you ? " " No ; I am all right : good-night. Don't come : good-night." " You look as pale as a ghost." " Good-night," called Dudley's receding voice. Strange ! the more Valentin did for him now the more he hated him. The very tones of his kindly voice were so many thorns in his flesh. Did he fear him so little ? M 2 1<34 LAND ahead! Valentin climbed the hill slowly, half singing ; a little song of Margaret's to himself. ^ 1 " Auf wiedersehen ! " « ,1 sang he aloud as he gained the terrace at Sonnenfels. i A figure in a white dress started from the i shadow. J " Auf wiedersehen indeed, Valentin," said j Lotta's voice. " I thought you were never ' coming." "Have you been waiting?" asked he, con- strainedly. " I was anxious. I did not know where you were." J I " How can you expect always to know where I am, Lotta ? You must learn to get used to it." " What do you mean ? " Valentin was rough, rude, horrid to-night. " There are two English lines of poetry Lotta, something like this. They will apply to i our future. ! ' Our lives are set so far apart ' We shall not hear each other speak.' ' i \ Is it not sad ? " ] ,1 Then he turned away and went into the house. • CHAPTER XI. Tliolosmi. Je me dirais que I'amitie, comme la chevalerie d'autrefois, veut ses garanties et ses preuves ; qu'avant d'armer un homme notre ami, il faut s'assurer qu'il n'abusera pas de rarme sacree qu'on lui j confie, et qu'enfin, pour la sentir resonner a son cote, comme une forte j epee sur laquelle on compte, c'est bien le moins qu'on Tait trempee dans des larmes communes. Marecat. Oui — s'il faut qu'il pleure. Vigneux. Ou diable voulez vous qu'on le trouve ? ; TJiolosan. Eh ! qui salt, Messiers ? La ou on I'attend le moins peut-etre. Dans le dernier homme auquel on pense . . Dans celui-la meme auquel on refuse le titre d'ami . . et qui, cependant, par I'effet i d'une etrange sympathie, sans vous rien dire, epouse vos interets i menaces comme s'ils etaient les siens, et s'applique a vous defendre I mieux que vous ne vous defendez vous-meme. I Nos Intimes. j But life must be lighteDed and tlie days must be \ filled, and the golden days of summer are few ; : the season too is fleeting, and who knows when i the merry party at Sonnenthal may be assembled ) again ? Moreover, must not Frau Hofiman, i Mr. Tudor, and Mr. Mortimer be amused ? What ^ do they know of the envy, malice, and hatred i raging in the young hearts around them ? what are these tragedies to them ? Is not life a dreary 166 LAND ahead! round of water-drinking, bad dinners, and disagreeable duties ? and is not an excursion somewhere much better than sitting prosing at home, listening to the murmur of the Khine, and. the eternal talk of the young men, and the childish laugh of Margaret ? Besides, do not the young people love a little expedition too, although they do pretend to be so happy over their sketching and music, and in those eternal Kursaal Gardens ? Above all, is there not a wonderful restaurant at Frankfort where you may get a marvellously good dinner, and has not Mr, Mortimer been wishing to dine there ever since he left London ? So, there, on one of these gloriously bright days, we may see all our Sonnenthal friends. What a fuss they are in ; and how merrily sounds Margaret's laughter as she stands on the steps of the " Westend " Hotel, aud is answering Valentin's and Mr. Mortimer's sallies. Fran Steingracht smiles at the bright girl, and dreams of the bright future in store for her hero. But here come the carriages, and a frown settles on the good lady's brow as she sees Dudley seating himself with Margaret and Mr. Mortimer ; moreover, Lotta just then calls to Valentin, and Mr. Tudor goes with him. LAND ahead! 167 " Herr Professor, are you and I to go together?" asks Frau Steingracht, waking Hans Hoffman from the light abstraction with which he was gazing on the arrangements, as though he were acquainted with the interests of the party, but as though he were not of it. " That will give me supreme happiness," said he, answerino^ Frau SteinOTacht. " But get Mr. Tudor then, or you will have no one to quarrel with, and will be miserable." " As if man shared the dog's nature, gnadigste Frau, and in fighting found peace and satis- faction." " I do not inquire into the reason why, Herr Professor; I only judge from what I have seen. Fetch then the Herr Pastor. But no ; leave him ; I see he is better so. Lotta and Valentin will like a companion. Pray leave him." Frau Steingracht was alarmed to see the Professor's voice had already recalled Mr. Tudor, that he was shutting the carriage-door on Valentin and Lotta, and that now there was no means of preventing their driving in undisturbed companionship. "Oh, Herr Professor ! " said Frau Steingracht, drawing a long, rueful face as Hans Hoffman came back to her. 168 LAND ahead! *' Have I done wrong ? I thought you wanted Mr. Tudor ! " " No ; you have done very wrong, very wrong ! But men are so stupid. Where is my carriage ? Come along. Are we to close the procession ? " After all, surely it did not so very much matter; for the carriages kept close together, and conversation circulated freely from one to the other. Was it likely that the Professor would let Margaret pass the group of statues representing Gutenberg, Faust, and Schoifer, the immortal inventors of printing, without drawing her attention to it, whatever Dudley Vane might be saying ; and had not Mr. Tudor volumes to say about the shops in the Zeil, about the china there ; and did not Lotta Senden vote them both the greatest bores she had ever met, when they would show her a window where an officer, a friend of theirs, was smoking at the time of the barricades in '48, and the end of his cigar was shot off! What did she care about the cigar or the barricades ? Had not she won a smile from Valentin, and were not his smiles her life ? What to Frau Hoffman was this wonderfully picturesquely-situated house at the end of the street, projecting dangerously therefrom, which LAND ahead! 169 they said had been quite riddled with bullets, when she had never seen Dudley Yane before in such high spirits as he was in now, or such a shadow on Mr. Mortimer's brow, or such a shade of utter dejection on her child's mobile face ? The humours of the people in her fly were her riddle, and the bullets were nothing to her. Passing a monument, she thought to say some- thing, so she said, " Herrlich ! " And Mr. Mortimer left off gazing at Dudley Vane, and put up his eye-glass to look. "Well, Mrs. Hoffman, if you call that * Herrlich ' you are easily pleased ; that is all I can say." " I meant it was pretty." " Pretty ! it is more practical than pretty — more liberal than artistic in design," said he, testily. "It is to the memory of the Hessian soldiers killed at the siege in 1792," said the Professor, from the other carriage. "Erected by the King of Prussia," added Mr. Tudor, pleased to have something to add. " It wants a centre and a summit," said Mr. Mortimer. " You are difficult, Mr. Mortimer," said Mar- s^aret. " But now here we come to Bethman's 170 LAND ahead! museum, and there will be true art enough here, I hope, even for you/' " Have you been before ? " asked Dudley. *' No. I go by what my father has said." Were they satisfied ? A silence fell on them all at first ; it was as though they feared to tread, as though figuratively they took their shoes from ojff their feet, for the place whereon they stood seemed holy ground. Even Mr. Tudor's frothy speech was hushed. Valentin drew near to Margot, and peace in the presence of the beauty around seemed to fall upon them both. Margaret's eyes wandered from his face to the Greek sculp- ture and the classical art around them, and she felt — how can I tell you in English ? for she whispered it to him in German — elevated, raised, strengthened — as if her strength had swelled out suddenly as it were, and as if the strength and the peace of Heaven had come to her, and she had left earth far behind ; Valentin understood it so with her. Did none of the others feel it too ? Why have only some of us eyes to see and souls to understand ? Mr. Tudor began to find his tongue. Margaret and Valentin turned away ; he jarred upon both. They gazed upon the Diane Chasseresse, instinct with life and vivacity and grace, at the LAND AHEAD ! 171 Gladiators, at the Apollo Belvidere, and at the Laocoon. " It is a perfect cast of the original found at Eome in the thirteenth century, now in the Vatican, Kindlein," said the Professor's voice close to Margot. *' Is it ? " said she. "It is the impersonation of human pain and agony and human effort," said Valentin, passion- ately. " It is a beautiful pain," said she, " if one could say such a thing." The Professor turned away. How she looked, how she spoke to Valentin : her heart was in her face. Was his place already so well filled then ? was there no corner left in his child's heart for him there ? If such a gentle spirit as his could feel bitterness, he felt it then as he turned back by himself and gazed, rapt, at the Laocoon. What wild fluttering of his soul for sympathy was that with which the old man hungered then ? why gaze at the highest art of human agony thus heart-searchingly ? Was he thinking that this life must be so, that this world passeth away, that one joy after another leaves us here, and that our hearts .must be set on things above ere we can find peace ? What was the 172 LAND ahead! light that chased the shadow from his face at last? Just then the curtain was drawn aside, and with the Ariadne all seemed to spring into life and joy and animation at once. Ariadne, in her warm pink light, sitting on her mythical tiger. She lives, she breathes, she is perfect grace, perfect ease, perfect symmetry ; one arm grasping the foot seems to imply strength, the other rest- ing gracefully on the neck of the animal speaks of peace. Mr. Mortimer, dropping his eye-glass, hazarded that the arm was a little too straight, and Mr. Tudor maintained that the back and shoulder-blades are too broad and flat ; and then Mr. Mortimer, putting up his eye-glass once more, settled that one must look and look again before one can decide such questions satisfactorily. *' What do you say to it. Queen Daisy ? " whispered Valentin. " It is a subject to dream about," said Margot ; *^ it is a thing of beauty that must be a joy for ever.^' Just as they left the museum Frau Steingracht tripped, and exclaimed with sudden pain. Mr. Mortimer was by her side in an instant. " You will not do at all," said she, vaguely ; *' I must have a stronger arm than yours." LAND ahead! 173 Mr. Mortimer adjusted his eye-glass, but she did not care. " Mr. Yane, come here.^^ Safely fettered with her arm in his, was she not triumphant ? Should she not, however, have forborne that smile of victory in the direction of Valentin and Lotta ? Both saw it, and while the one laughed, the other saw unveiled a chapter of hostile diplomacy. But though Valentin only laughed, he was not slow to take the hint, and seeing Dudley safely pinioned, he quickly found himself by Margot's side, while Mr. Tudor took his seat beside Frau Senden. Was she ever so bored in her life ? " Are you glad, Queen Daisy ? " asked Valentin of the girl. A flush of pleasure was her answer; while Mr. Mortimer laughed, and said his countryman had been outwitted. " I think he meant me to come here," said Valentin. How quickly the time flew then ; and was not everything beautiful to them both — even the Jews' quarter ? though, as Mr. Mortimer said — '^ Antiquity is not represented here in a tempt- ing form." Certainly it is not. Dirt and dilapidation, 174 LAND ahead! little broken steps, miserable wooden walls, outer shells of houses, and windows without glass are the principal landmarks. There they saw the house where the mother of the E s lived. " And here she always returned with pleasure," said Frau Hoffman, with natural amazement, " till at last she came back to die." As they stopped outside the old Cathedral the other carriage drew up by theirs. Dudley's face was overcast, and he looked jealously at Valentin and Margaret. As for them, they were looking at the carvings and sculptured figures, and they were listening to Mr. Mortimer, who was telling them the history of the unfinished tower, and pointing out Moses with the tablets of command- ments, and Aaron in his priest's dress. " Mr. Vane, look at Fraulein Margaret. What a change has come over her I Her face is radiant now. What a beautifier happiness is to be sure ! " "It is the sunshine on her hair, Frau Steingracht," said he ; " and because she is amused." " No, no. How blind some men are." In the Eomerberg Mr. Tudor and the Professor were loud in admiration of the wonderful carvings and adornments on the frontages of the houses ; on one dating from the fourteenth century Mr. LAND AHEAD ! 175 Tudor affirmed there was a whole history to be read. '' It would be an interesting study to discover it/' said the Professor. " Will not you stay to decipher it ? " asked Mr. Tudor. " To you such lore is meat and drink, and dinner is nothing in comparison. '^ The Professor looked at Margot, but she had not heard, and was smiling at Valentin. Ah ! he missed the brip^ht congenial smile : it had never failed him in the old days. Now her heart and eyes seemed to be full of something else. Must age ever be shelved thus ? And then with quick pang of remorse he rebuked himself, and chased the unworthy thought away. Was not Margot's happiness his ? In the old days, when the calm had been almost monotonous, and their com- panioDship almost undisturbed, then had he not sighed for such bright ideal to wake Margot into life ; and now that Valentin had come, how did he feel towards him ? Ah ! but it is hard to give up the one bright star of life, and Prince Charming taking your best as his due makes it no easier. Some passing expression of pain on the old man's face Valentin cauo-ht as he sat there in the sunshine. For the moment he was alone with 176 LAND ahead! Margaret, Frau Hoffman and Mr. Mortimer having insisted on a nearer inspection of one of the houses than could be had from the carriage. " Is your father tired, Queen Daisy ? " " Tired ? " answered she, looking up quickly towards the Professor ; and meeting his eye, she gave him a smile to the full as tender as even he could have wished. *' Tired ? No ; he is only thinking. He often goes into dreamland when he thinks he sees me happy.'' " Thinks he sees ! Are you not happy then ? " " Yes, now," answered she eagerly. " But I mean, that often I have pretended to be happy to please him when I was not so really. Do not laugh at me. But you know he is so good and gentle one could not trouble him, and when one saw him sad one pretended to be merry, to send his sorrow away. It was a make-believe of happiness." " But why was he troubled ? " " Cannot you understand feeling all sorts of hopes and aspirations which are never satisfied, never fulfilled 1 Cannot you fancy feeling power within you which you cannot express, or realize, or put into practice ? Cannot you fancy feeling below yourself ? " *' Perhaps." LAND AHEAD ! 177 *' It is that that has embittered his life. He is ever striving, straining upwards. But everything is against him. Poverty most ; then position and interest fail him. He is for ever nearing the shore, and then a great wave of adverse criticism comes and carries him right back into the sea of trouble and toil. It is dreadful." " And you too know something of this ? " " Yes, but differently, for it is for him. I have longed to succeed, to produce, too ; but if he could do it, then I should rest content. There would be such a joy in his triumph, I should be at peace for ever." " But why have you pretended to be happy ? Would not your sympathy in his hopes have been greater comfort ? " *' Ah ! if there had been a chance of success, yes. But failure is so bitter. AVhen I have seen all his science, all his labour, all his hopes end in nothing, then I have cried out angrily that all hope was false, and I hated it, and I thought there could be no happiness, but a sort of dull despair. So too, knowing how he had suffered, knowing how his dreams, ambitions, yearnings were limitless, were infinite, I never told him I hoped too ; I ignored hope." " And that was a make-believe too ? " VOL. I. N 178 LAND ahead! " Yes ; for what is life without hope, without aim, ambition, purpose ? Still, have I not longed to stifle it ? have I not wished, almost prayed, for something which should soothe away all aspiration, and root out all desire before it should gain strength enough to bring disappointment ? " '' And so '' " And so, knowing how I sufl'ered in watching him, I thought he must suffer through me ; that he must never dream but that I was happy and contented; that to watch the Ehine rolling by, and to play to him in the evening hours, and to tend the flowers when the world is waking, is life enough for my modest soul." " Dear Margaret " "And," she went on, catching sudden know- ledge of his eager sympathy, " I wanted him to feel I knew it all, but I was determined he should never know how I knew it all. He never guessed that because I sufi'ered too — and women do sufi'er so, more than men, for they have not their freedom and are so circumscribed in their social existence — that thus I knew so well how to sympathize with him. I would spend my life," she added with young enthusiasm, "in soothing his unrest and disquietude, but he must never know that my heart has been torn with like pains." LAND ahead! 179 "Who would have dreamed, looking at you both, of this conflict of despair and hope ? Frau Hoffman is so difierent." " Oh yes ; she beats about her cage in a different way, and her cares are so different ; surface cares, and easily remedied. The price of meat and the cut of clothes are the chief causes of annoyance and difficulty to her. Poor dear Mutterlein." But here was the Mutterlein returning to the carriage, followed by Mr. Mortimer, and they went on with their drive. The narrow streets, the 'overhanging houses, the flowers in the windows, the gleams of sunlight peering here and stealing there, dispersing the darkness and smiling down suddenly on the children's heads, the patches of colour on the walls, Avould need a Prout to paint, but may make a poet dream. "And meanwhile," said the Professor, suddenly waking from his day-dream, " God over all looks down on the living history." Dudley stared at him, and was relieved at finding he was not expected to answer, for Mr. Tudor had just discovered that they were passing the house where Goethe was born, and his excite- ment was intense. The others must certainly stop and look at it. N 2 180 LAND ahead! 1 I *'That great man, that great master," said Mr. Tudor, takino^ off his hat. i " Why, you love him as much as Shakspere, Tudor," said the Professor. "If I remember ; rightly, that is how you greet Shakspere's name." : " It is so. It may be so," said Mr. Tudor, ; slightly confused. " However, I worship Shak- ! spere ; I admire Goethe." i " An Englishman's answer," said Valentin. i "Goethe was the man of the hour," said the i Professor. ^' Scepticism and the mockery of i human nature had been exhausted by Voltaire ; false sentiment by Eousseau ; the mean between the two, namely, the cultivation of self, and the i refined enjoyment of the world, was Goethe's I religion, and his preaching was widely received, j As a moral philosopher, he attained to a sur- i prising eminence." " Meine gnadigste," said Mr. Tudor impatiently I to Lotta, * shall we go on ? the sun is very hot. j The fact is," he continued, when the carriage was | again in motion, " I know next to nothing about ^ Goethe ; I am a bad German scholar, but I do \ not like our dear Professor to have too much his I own way." \ Lotta laughed ; but the next moment they ! were stopped again by the Professor insisting on i LAND AHEAD ! 181 their noticing Luther's house in the Dom Platz. His lion-hearted Luther he called him. " Cannot you fancy him, Tudor,'' said Hans Hoflfman, enthusiastically, as they all looked up at the quaint, curious corner house, " cannot you fancy him sitting there in that pretty project- ing bow -window, whence he can see so many ways, sitting half-abstracted at his studies and meditations, watching the busy practical world without ? " Margaret discovered his bust fixed outside above the door. " And there is writing, Engelein," said Hans Hoffman. '' What is it ? " But Margaret could not read, so Valentin jumped out and read aloud : "In silentio et spa erit fortitudo vestra." " What a curious house that is just opposite,'* said Frau Steingracht. " Yes ; the owner thereof could almost have shaken hands with Luther across the street out of the window if they had liked," said Margaret. At last all the sight-seeing was over, and they returned to their hotel for dinner. Were they not tired ? were they not glad to be quiet in the garden for awhile to rest ? Margot at least was glad, and sat apart thinking. They were hap'py 182 LAND ahead! thoughts, and one smile rippled after another across her face. j " You are a cruel little coquette, Kindlein, after '. all," said Lotta Senden, coming up to her, and ' smiling as she spoke. '■ Margaret's expression changed to one of anger. I " Oh ! now we are proud and haughty as any queen. But forgive me, for I believe you have a good heart under it all. Dudley Vane is miser- j able, and it is your doing." i The colour flamed in Margot's cheeks, and she half rose to retain Frau Senden, but Lotta did not ^ wish to stay and moved away at once. Just then \ Dudley himself came up to her. ^ " May I sit by you. Queen Daisy ? " 1 Margaret looked very grave, and finished ; plucking the flower to pieces which she held in I her hand. • \ " You must not call me that," said she. "It ! is not your name for me." There was a long, dreadful silence ; and then the youth's very awkwardness overcame her, and ! she felt forgiving. ; " I wanted to ask you something," said he, in j a low trembling voice. | "Yes." j She turned to him and smiled as she spoke. LAND ahead! 183 " I want you to promise me something." She felt frightened ; she looked up at him, and his nervousness reassured her. " It is not much." ''No." . " You will not tell any one ? " ''No." " You go with every one except me, you like every one except me." " No," said she. (Perhaps she was a coquette after all, or was she only kind-hearted ?) " And I want you to come for a drive all alone with me." She looked up at him, intensely relieved. Was that all ? "If mother will come, I will." " I will ask Mrs. Hoffman," said he, rising. Margaret laughed outright at her tragic fears, and she smiled at him. " I think," said he, standing before her on one leg, and feeling suddenly bolder, "that if I had you all to myself, if I had a chance, that there is no reason why you should not like me as well as any other fellow." Margaret was too busy over the flower to answer. 184 LAND ahead! *' But I never do have a chance." Then he turned to go. *' I say," said he, turning back. *'Yes," said she, half smiling. " You won't say anything to any one ? " " No." But the smile had faded, and there was a frown instead. How hard it is that people cannot learn to use their talents aright ! Why could not every one use their eyes in looking at the beauties of Nature, the trees, the flowers, rather than in fixing them on Dudley and Margaret, and in straining their ears to catch the few words they said ? " I cannot understand it," said Frau Hoffman. " I cannot make out sometimes which it is." "This will never do," said Frau Steingracht. ** Mr. Mortimer, come here," and she pointed with her fan towards them. '' Your Gilded Vane would not hear of it, would he ? besides, Valentin must marry her." '' By George ! how odd ! yes, I see. I must speak to Tudor — must indeed. Vane must be told." The eye-glass underwent an extra cleaning in consequence. LAND ahead! 185 As for Valentin, he was on thorns till he had taken Dudley's place, and then Margaret's quiet smile of happiness so reassured him he forgot the thorns. After all, the principal result of all these observations was that after dinner Mr. Tudor and Mr. Mortimer might have been seen pacing up and down under the trees, smoking, and talking earnestly together for more than an hour. It was a strange ending to the day, for hitherto Mr. Mortimer had seen but little of Mr. Tudor, save at some little distance, and mostly through his eye-glass, which, as they all knew, was almost equivalent to not seeing him at all. CHAPTER XII. What I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, I will. Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3. Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. King Lear, Act i. Sc. 4. There is something pathetic in the sight of an old bachelor struggling with the love-affair of two young people. He might as well dandle a baby, or try to undertake any other equally incongruous occupation. He is thoroughly out of his element ; it disturbs his usual train of thought, his accustomed round of existence ; he is reminded once more that cookery and comfort are not the be-all and end-all of existence ; he has to go off into dreamland from which there is no acknow- ledged waking ; he has to make calculations with unknown quantities, and the most every-day events trouble him with the wildest, and yet, in this new dispensation, extremely possible sequences. Pathetic it is too, because he is forced again to study minutely the feminine mind ; and this LAND ahead! 187 study he consigned to oblivion years and years ago, when the romance of his life failed and consigned him to solitude and to play the part of a unit on the human stage for ever after. It is alike pathetic and painful to see him rummaging in the ashes of that old, old story once more. Thus was Mr. Mortimer occupied as he sat at a little round table in the garden of " The Three Eoses " on the day after the expedition to Frank- fort. The waters of the river danced gaily before him, as though coquetting with his indifference, and as though they would dissipate his vexation with their allurinsf wiles, but it was all in vain. Mr. Mortimer saw them not. There was a cloud on his brow, and his head rested wearily on his hand, as though thought were weighing him down. Old memories, hopes, faded indeed, but still with a breath of sweetness about them, were with him ; dreams of long ago, and a great stretch of life lived since, long, barren, hopeless years, filled his brain ; it seemed to him as if he had come across a desert of pain. And after all, was this his Canaan ? He started with a sudden shudder. He had not looked forward enough; he had gone on just from day to day, pushing just this little thorn aside, lightening that burden, doing just what came to him. But he had not 188 LAND ahead! ; looked at life broadly in the mass. Was there ; ever such an aimless, purposeless existence as his? ; was there ever such a narrow philosophy ? Hence- , forward he would do more. Others must profit i i by his experience. Others, those for whom he ) cared, must shape their lives differently ; they ■ must avoid that desert of pain, and their road | must lead them straighter to a more glorious ; Canaan. i But then that troublesome fact of love-making : recurred to him ; and the whims and incompre- i hensible caprices of the feminine mind troubled | him once more. Margaret Hoffman was charming, ! was the ideal to Mr. Mortimer of all that was | desirable, only she was poor. His friend the \ Gilded Vane would never allow it. Moreover, i Dudley was so young. Moreover, would Mar- I garet marry him ? Certainly she seemed to j prefer Valentin. But then Valentin was poor, i and then Valentin seemed so dilettante, so con- ] fident, so merry, so happy, he seemed so content ' that Mr. Mortimer felt himself looking on to indefinite suspense while Valentin was enjoying • ; himself and not putting any one out of their | misery. " These young Germans are I believe ■ ages proposing, and ages afterwards marrying," | thought he to himself; " and meanwhile, who knows LAND ahead! 189 what folly young Vane may perpetrate ? " Mr. Mortimer was saved the trouble of answerino-, for just then Mr. Tudor arrived and took a seat beside him. Now Mr. Tudor had been sorely perplexed by the active interest which Mr. Mortimer had ex- pressed in the personal affairs of Dudley Vane. Not that Mr. Tudor was ignorant of what was going on, or was at all indifferent, but he had said nothing. Silence seemed to him at once the safest and the least troublesome line of conduct. It was hard on Mr. Tudor that he had been put into the Church. This incumbency of Son nen thai was such a narrow position to adorn ; in diplomacy he would have shone as the sun itself; at least he often said so. But in the position he held towards Sir Gilbert Vane and his nephew he had preferred to main- tain silence with reo^ard to Maro^aret Hoffman. It was not for him to quarrel with Dudley ; for did not Dudley bring him in £200 a year? It was not for him to quarrel with Sir Gilbert ; for had not Sir Gilbert the fat living of Froghambury in his gift, and might it not be vacant any day ? Then again, to come nearer home, frustrating Dudley was also frustrating Frau Senden's plans ; and was not Sonnenfels a most charming 190 . LAND ahead! house to dine or to spend any odd hours and to refresh the weary brain and mind ? As to the HofFmans, were they not his dear friends ? Was not Mrs. Hoffman his dear countrywoman, in exile like himself from dear old England by the force of circumstances, and did not that very fact enforce his most chivalrous devotion ? Margaret of course was an angel, and it was not for him, a poor grovelling mortal, to say what would be best for her. Therefore, all things considered, Mr. Tudor had studiously ignored Dudley's wild admiration for Margaret, and Valentin's happy love-dream. Valentin and Margaret, he imagined, could take care of themselves, and he, Mr. Tudor, would not endanger his position either at Blumenthal or at Sonnenfels or at Froghambury by meddling. But now here was Mr. Mortimer coming like a great red-hot poker into the gentle little homely fire that flickered out on the party so pleasantly, and wanting to stir it all up and scatter the happy assemblage, and prevent all future comfort. Had not Mr. Tudor already thought it all over ? But still he was alarmed by Mr. Mortimer's representations, and when they had returned from Frankfort, had not he sat up half the night, smoking one cigar after another, thinking what he should do ? Had he LAND ahead! 191 not even begun two letters to Sir Gilbert, and had he not afterwards consigned both of them to the flames ? Now to-day he had returned to his former policy, and, with the intention of impressing the desirability of it on Mr. Mortimer, he came to him at " The Three Koses." To see one old bachelor struggling over a love- story, or dandling a baby, is perhaps pathetic, but when tw^o join in the occupation the step is taken, and pathos and sublimity degenerate into the ridiculous. They are impotent beside their object, and one asks with a gesture of contempt, " What can such as they do in such a case ? " " I have been thinking it over, Mr. Mortimer," said Tudor, " and I think the best thing we can do is to let W'cll alone." " But I do not think it is w^ell. I for my part cannot let it alone. I am Vane's friend, and to see his heir make a fool of himself, and brinor home a German bride, does not enter into my philosophy at all." " But you are running aw^ay with an idea ; the girl likes the Prussian ; I don't beheve she cares a bit for my poor hobble -dy-hoy Dudley." " Vane is rich ; the Hoffmans are poor. Von Broderode also is poor. Mrs. Hoffman is no fool. 192 LAND ahead! It does not do to be too incredulous ; some things are true, although history does report itself." " But Yon Broderode is over head and ears in love with her, and she with him/' " But Madame Senden means to have him for herself." " Don't you like the girl ? " " I think she is charming — as an acquaintance ; I worship her. But, sir. Gilded Vane will never tolerate a homely German bride. One has seen and heard enough of them in English society. He would simply cut Dudley off with a shilling, and both would be miserable. From such a fate I will do my best to save the girl." "I agree with you, though Miss Hoffman is not a homely German girl, still the prejudice would remain in Sir Gilbert's mind. But I hardly believe the boy really " " He idolizes her, and he is of no quiet, ordinary temper. I don't like him, and I don't trust him. But one can't see him looking at the girl, and following her about, and watching for her with- out understanding him." " Well, I always think those things are best left alone. It is an art, I know ; but when these storms of passion are rising, and judgment is LAND ahead! 193 nowhere, I always think it is better to wait one's opportunity, and step in when one can steer to some purpose. Eemedies given at the wrong moment often make' patients worse." "Very philosophical, I dare say. But while you are waiting with your remedy the patient may slip off the hooks, or, as we are dealing with similes, while you are buying the best padlock for your door the donkey — or, in this case, the youth — is stolen." " At least, Mr. Mortimer, what can we do ? " " I shall either speak to the youth or tell Sir Gilbert." " He is very ill ; you might kill him." " Is that true ? " " The boy told me he had heard from home, and that his mother said so." " That complicates matters. But he ought to know." " I don't think it will do any good if you speak to the boy.'^ " Perhaps it wouldn't." " I might speak to Mrs. Hoffman." " And make her more eager than ever ? " "No ; tell her the boy will have nothing.'^ " She won't believe you." Still, as they spoke, Mr. Tudor was making up VOL. I. 194 LAND ahead! his mind what he would do, and so was Mr. Mortimer. " What does the old woman want ? " asked Mr. Mortimer suddenly. " What old woman ? " '' Madame Senden's sister-in-law ? '^ " I don^t know ; she is either mad or a witch." " She is always throwing Yon Broderode and the girl together." " And yet she did all she could yesterday to make young Vane jealous. He was nearly wild at last/. " She is a fool," said Mr. Mortimer. *' We must suffer fools sometimes." " But what does she want ? " " What puzzles me most is to know what the girl wants. If we knew that we should know wjiat to do. Both these young fellows worship her, and if we only knew for certain that she will only take Valentin — and she can only take one — we should do." " I don^t see how she is to take either." Mr. Tudor started. " She must take Valentin." " Think how many you have got against you, Tudor : Madame Senden, Madame Hoffman, Dudley Vane, decided foes, and all dangerous. LAND AHEAD ! 195 Yalentin, half-hearted and not in^a hurry; Margaret herself, half-hearted and too happy to be in a hurry, on your side perhaps ; and Madame Steingracht a fool, and perhaps on your side. If you and I dont do something it is my private opinion Dudley Vane will win the day." " The boy is much too young to marry ; he is barely twenty-one." " And she is two years older." "Yon Broderode is twenty-seven." "Vane ought not to interfere with the man who saved his life. It is brutal of him to hate him as he does hate him." " I suspected that. How odd it is Yon Broderode sees nothing." "We might open his eyes. I am determined to do my best, though I do not know what that will be yet," and he looked steadily at Mr. Tudor, " and settle the matter between the girl and Yon Broderode. She is too good personally for your young idiot, and would never be happy with him." Just then the dinner-bell ranof, and Mr. Mortimer sprang up. " Will you dine here ? I asked Yon Brode- rode." Mr. Tudor accepted. 2 196 LAND ahead! *' Ir twp or three days, Mr. Mortimer, we should decide something. '^ "If it is not decided for us before that,'' answered he, impatiently. He could not understand Mr. Tudor's dilatory behaviour. After dinner, however, Mr. Tudor himself saw the necessity for prompt action, for just as he and Mr. Mortimer and Valentin were standing on the steps of the hotel together a carriage drove by, and in it were seated Dudley Vane, with Frau Hoffman and Margaret. CHAPTEE XIII. Du plaisir, nait le malheur. — Menander. Edith. Ay, but take back thy ring, It burns my band, — a curse to thee and me I dare not wear it. TennysorCs ^^ Harold." At Biberich on the Ehine there is a little garden close by the river ; indeed its waters wash the garden-wall, and murmur gently as the bank restrains their course. Lime-trees wave overhead, the deserted palace looms behind ; soft laughter is heard now and then from the groups assembled there, officious waiters hurry hither and thither, and on this same August evening of 1867 the moon sheds down her silvery light on the peaceful scene. In this same garden are Frau Hoffman and Margaret, and in close attendance, for he is sitting on the wall, is stationed Dudley Vane. Frau Hoffman's talk has been rippling over the souls of the two young people for the last hour in ignorant helplessness ; she has never known 198 LAND ahead! Margaret so silent, or Dudley so preoccupied. She feels some one must talk, so she does it. She feels he must think Margaret dreadfully stupid, that he will never wish to marry her ; but she at least does her best, and then knows she cannot help it. At last even she is weary ; her stories have come to an end, sentiment fails her, gossip and scandal meet with no response, and she is at her wits' end. " I will just take a turn," says she, after a prolonged silence. " I will just go and sit on the little pier, Margot; the river is so lovely. When you have finished your coffee you can follow me." Margaret, with a start of despair, was on the point of rising too ; for some unknown reason she felt she could not be left alone just then with Dudley ; his eyes had been burning into her soul all the evening like drops of fire. Why, oh why had she come to Biberich with him ? What foolish things one does, meaning to be kind. But, as she was half doubting whether to ask Frau Hoffman to stay or whether to go herself, she felt a hand pressing her arm heavily, and here was Dudley, with sudden imperious gesture, commanding h'er to stay. The youth's strength of will governed her, and she made no outward LAND ahead! 199 movement ; but in the few moments of awkward silence that followed the receding rustle of her mother's skirts she tried to gather up her whole soul's strength for protestation, and, looking back to the first early days of their acquaintance, she sought for true and forcible expression for the real feelings she had always experienced towards him. Was it not through Dudley that Valentin had seemed to her so brave, so perfect ? Was it not because of Dudley's very danger that she had felt such an interest in him ? Was it not for the tie that bound him to Valentin, and for the act that bound Valentin to him, that her soul had gone out then to them both, and that she had dreamed so romantically of their fast friendship, and of the two lives thus joined together ? The lime-trees waved overhead and scented the fragrant air, a thousand insects hovered around, the moon's soft light increased in glory, and the river rippled by at their feet. The mountains became more distant, more misty and weird-like every moment. " What a glorious evening it is,'' said he, at last. English people always try to cover over awkward silences or awkward beginnings by some remark about the weather. 200 LAND ahead! " Himmlisch I " said she, with a touch of mischief in her voice, making a slight effort to escape from the solemnity which the stillness of the evening and Dudley's humour had spread over them. "Don't talk German," said he ; "I can't stand it now. I can only talk German when I am in my best senses ; now I am not." "Not! Why?" " I never was so happy before." Margaret smiled vaguely. " I have been waiting for this for — -oh, it seems to me centuries. I thought it would never come. I have a hundred things to say to you, to ask you." " And yet I have never known you so silent before." " Because I love you." The river kissed the wall at their feet, and the moon shone on in glorious indifference. Why does Nature go on with hei happy coquettries just the same whether we join with her or whether fate strikes on our hearts with a sharp thud of pain, and renders us dumb and senseless ? " Did not you see it ? " asked he, eagerly. " The very first day — the first moment 1 saw you — always, ever since, I have only thought of, LAND ahead! > 201 dreamed of, lived for you. You must have seen it, must have known it.'' His passionate eagerness made her dumb. Valentin, in all his love-making, had not startled her like this. He had always seemed so con- fident, so happy ; to Margaret he was sunshine ; he was a happy smile. To be brought face to face with a huugry, haggard Want like this was a new pain, a sudden shock to the tender girl. She was mastered for the moment by it, by the strength of his need ; and the sensation of a first mastery has something delicious in it to a woman's soul. The thought of her own sove- reignty comes to her the next moment like a sweet breath from a fragrant flower. She looked up at him with a tender, grave pity in her eyes. " Hush ! you have not thought — you do not know '' ^' Not thought, not known ! " answered he, passionately. " There is no thought but one, no need to know, for you are all " Then she rose and stood by him ; her hand swept over his, and then it rested on the wall. The moon's rays played on her calm face. " You see, Dudley, you are all wrong. I am sorry I came with you here to-night — I did not 202 LAND AHEAD ! know. And you are so mistaken. I thought you saw " And suddenly she stopped. Now thus ques- tioned, with her fate in her hands, she saw for the first time how absolutely she worshipped, Valentin. It was a revelation to her, and dimly with the knowledge came a vision of pain across the dream. " How cold you are," said he. " Will you marry me ? " She almost smiled at the suddenness of the inquiry ; only his eager gaze riveted on her face held her motionless. This was love indeed ; but how odd, and how tiresome. Why had not Valentin spoken out ? and did he love her really '? Oh yes, he loved her; and if he did not, she could not help it. His spirit was the only one that gave hers peace. She could not marry Dudley. Why is fate so fond of shoving the wrong gift into our hands ? " Are you angry with me ? " '' Angry ! " An infinite tenderness stole out of her eyes. " Why cannot you like me ? . What have I done ? Are you afraid of me ? " She smiled. Afraid ! Had she not always half- despised him ? Had it not been for Valentin LAND ahead! 203 and for Valentin's act she would wholly have despised him. " You do not understand me," said she, at last. " Is not loving you enough ? " Then there was a pause. " Is that all — not understanding you ? " " N— no." *' You care for some one else," said he, impatiently. A great flush of crimson overspread her face and neck. " I do not mean to marry," she stammered. Was Valentin's thoue^htlessness causinof his lady-love to tell an untruth ? " Do you think I have not seen it ? do you think I am blind ? don't you hang on every word of his ? is not his smile life ? and are not his words music? Yes; you love him, and I hate him." She shrank back. " Yes, it is so. Say it is so ; only say so, and I will jump straight from here into the Ehine. "Why should I live ? " But now the infinite pity shone on her face again. The boy was mad, evidently so, and she had done it. Moreover, no one could help her. It was no use calling her mother, still airing herself on the bench in the distance, no .use 204. LAND ahead! appealing to Valentin or any one. He was mad, and she had done it. " You must be mad, Mr. Vane." "Mad! Ami?" "Listen to me. Now just listen. I am not going to marry any one, and I am not in love with any one, but I will tell you something if you will let me." Dudley, with an incredulous smile on his face, prepared to listen. Could he believe her, or could natures so widely differing as these two ever understand each other ? " Can you fancy a girl — call her Margaret Hoffman or what you will — having lived all her life in Sonnenthal, having seen very few people, having known hardly any, finding nearly all her pleasure in books, and in nature, and dreaming therefrom, oh, I can't tell you what fair dreams, and building therefrom, oh, I can't tell you how many castles in the air " " That is rubbish. That is not life." "It is some people's life. It was this girl's. Only there were two natures with her, that pulled her just the contrary ways. One so beautiful, so simple, yet so energetic, so aspiring — that was her father's ; it taught her to aspire ; it clothed the dreams, the castles with hope, with aims ; it LAND ahead! 205 brought pleasure, but it taught pain also. His nature suffered, and as she learnt to soothe she suffered also. Then," and now she talked quickly, hurriedly, "the other nature was much lower; it jarred, it was restless, selfish, discontented ; but such a different discontent. They were these two natures, — can you understand ? — a Martha and a Mary." '' Dull, I should think." " Very well ; just then the girl having learnt that she should like to live, not merely exist, — and having learnt too that she couldn't, — one morning life came to her." " How was that ? " " It was the same morning on which you too were so near death and came back to life." He stared at her. " Did you see it ? Tell me about it." " It was a glorious morning. All nature was alive, out, happy. I had been up in the hills, and I was going in to knit my stocking. Suddenly there was your boat — and excitement, horror on every face. Then — it was just like an angel's face, so calm, so glorious, so strong — Valentin von Broderode came. He was not afraid, barely excited, he only looked so happy. And why ? not that he knew you,, not 206 LAND AHEAD ! that lie loved you, but that lie was risking liis life for yours, and that he was going to do a good action. Since then I have understood life and self-sacrifice, and I have lived too." " And you loved him at once ? " ** Loved him ! Oh no ; I did not know him then. It was as if a bright meteor had flashed across my path, and had shown me the way; that was all." *' And you love him now ? " " Love him now ! oh no. Let me see what it is. It is just that he sympathizes with all I feel and need ; that he aspires as I do, only he is ever so much higher ; that he sees beauty where I do, and that his aims are mine, only better and stronger and nearer success than mine, because he is better and stronger too." " I see. But how can you say you do not love him ? " His voice was low — it was almost a sigh ; and his eye was burning still, but the fire in it was difierent now. '' Is that love ? Oh no ; it is admiration, sympathy ; nothing more, I think. It became so as I knew him better. But, you know, at first I did nothing but think of you two. Can you fancy it ? don't you see it ? " LAND ahead! 207 " Yes : I remember I thouorlit him an angel too. I was unconscious then." " And now you think him so more, don't you ? Think of him brilliant, accomplished, beloved, prosperous — risking all for you ! Think of him throwing it all away with his life, just for you ! And think of the modesty of the man, — not stopping to weigh the two lives in the balance for a moment, yours and his, but thinking yours of infinitely more account than his ; this for you, whom he did not know ! It was that I thought about so much ; that was the reason why I wanted to see you who were so favoured ; that was why I wanted to see you together ; that was why I set your friendship up on a pinnacle so high, and hoped to follow its light all my life long. It must be a glorious thing to have a friend like that ! " "And yet you think you do not love him ? " " How you harp on that ! Can one love the sun in heaven, or the star that is such an infinitude above one ? " " He brought me back to life ; and shall I tell you the only reason why I thank him ? " " Only one reason 1 It must be a good one. TeUme." 208 ■ LAND ahead! " He interested you in me, and gave me you for a friend." '^Yes/' The water splashed below in its undertone. Frau Hoffman was coming towards them. ^' He is to marry his cousin, Lotta Senden." Dudley was a brute to say it so. "Is he?" Was that why he had not spoken ? Was he really bound ? "Some day," said Dudley, "failing him, or needing sympathy or something, or failing something, you may want a friend. Will you come to me then ? " " Yes." " In token of your promise and mine will you keep this ? " It was a ring ; a serpent twisted round in a coil, with diamond eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. Margaret shuddered. " I had rather not." " Just for our friendship's sake ; for our happy time at Sonnenthal, and — because we understand each other now. He has nothing to do with this, and — it is not much to grant me. It is only between you and I." LAND ahead! 209 He slipped it on her finger. " They will ask me " " What matter ? It is our friendship. You love him, I know." There was no time to answer. If Dudley- would think she cared for Valentin he must think so ; she could not explain any more ; and then too he would not trouble her hitnself any more. So she let it stay. " Dudley, is it true he marries Frau Senden ? " "Quite." But here was Frau Hoffman, and here was the carriage. By the time the lights of Sonnenthal shone in their faces Frau Hoffman had vowed several times she would never go on an expedition again with Dudley and Margaret, for she had never been so bored in her life. When they reached home Margaret slipped away by herself, and Frau Hoffman went to the Professor. She found him complaining and ill at ease. He had taken a chill he thought the day before, returning from Frankfort so late. He had been at home all the day, and had been suffering more or less all the time. Now he could not sleep, and there was a strange light in his eyes, which made Frau Hoffman feel anxious. At times he complained of the heat, and then all *at VOL. I. P 210 LAND ahead! once a shivering fit would come on, when a sort of ague seemed to seize him from head to foot. Frau Hoflfman stayed with him for some time, and then went in search of Margaret, thinking she might perhaps soothe him better than she herself could. Margaret was not in her room ; the door was open, and there was no sign of her having been there, save the hat which she had worn having been thrown carelessly on the bed. Frau Hoffman stopped on the threshold surprised. Presently she heard a sob ; but it was not in the room. A breath of fresh night-air came just then to Frau Hoffman's cheek, and with it a revelation. She lost no time in going straight up the steep stairs, and in a few moments she was on the house-top. There she saw a great black form, looking more black than ever in the moonlight — it was Fritz, the great house-dog ; and there kneeling before him, with her arms round his neck, and her cheek buried in his soft coat, was Margaret. Was ever such silent, such true sympathy ? " Kindlein ! " Margaret started up. A cold reserve stole over her. She had not meant to be discovered in her trouble ; she was not ready for a con- fidant ; she knew not how to tell her mother. LAND ahead! 211 " A lovely night, mother, is it not ? I could not go in." Frau Hoffman came near to her, and sat on the bench close by. She put her hand on Fritz's back, but the next moment it rested on Margaret's shoulder. " What is it, Margot ? You have been crying, child." Still Margaret did not answer. She hardly knew herself w^hat it was ; at least she could not put it into words. "If he should be untruthful ; if he should be false ; if he should have uttered falsehoods," had been the w^ords ringing in her head. But they seemed so weak to say. She did not know how to explain ; human falsehood would never seem sad enough to her mother to cause tears. If even she said, which she was not prepared to say, that her own individual ideal had failed, why, had not her mother always told her that no one in their senses ever had an ideal at all ? So Margaret's mind went back to the first shock it had undergone that evening, when Dudley Vane had revealed his love to her. " He asked me to marry him, mother." " Is that really so, Margot ? And you said But is that why you are crying ? " P 2 212 LAND ahead! " No." *^ Do you mean that Valentin asked you ? " Frau Hoffman was getting bewildered. Had she not feared Valentin, till their young merry laughter had smothered her fears ? and had she not fondled and hoped over Dudley, till Margaret's indifference and uniform kindness had suffocated her hopes ? Which then was it ? " No ; not Valentin." " Is that why you cry ? " exclaimed the mother, joyfully. She forgot the poor ailing Professor in the excitement of the moment. " No ; but, mother, I have been very wicked to do this thing." " What ? to encourage both ? You could not help it." Had she really done that ? Put like that it really seemed so. How disgusting ! how revolt- ing ! She had had no idea of it. But it really seemed so. No wonder Valentin had learnt to be false too. " And so I told him, and he quite understood." ^^Eh?" , *^ I mean he knew ; he saw at once I could not marry him." **You dont mean to say you have refused LAND ahead! 213 him ? ten or twelve tliousand a-year, and such a home in England ! " " Oh, that's nothing. Think, mother, the silly boy offered to drown himself, and said — or at least I think he was going mad." "Ah, well!" " Mad, mother ! " " But will you marry Valentin von Broderode ?" Frau Hoffman waited nearly breathless. " No, mother ; I shall marry neither." Frau Hoffman felt inclined, as Dudley had done, to throw herself into the Rhine. Was there ever such an idle, perverse girl ? But she restrained herself. " Why not ? " " Valentin is to marry Frau Senden." Frau Hoffman started. She hardly believed it, but there was no harm in Margaret thinking so ; she did not want her girl to marry a poor German soldier. An English baronet, with a fine English home, would, on the contrary, be very nice. '' Who told you so ? " " Dudley Vane.'' Frau Hoffman believed it less than ever. "He is Valentin von Broderode's friend; he must know." 214 LAND ahead! There was a long silence. " I think it is a pity you do not like young Vane." " He quite understands. And he is stupid and dull. And we are good friends." *'Margot, what is that shining in the moon- light on the ground ? " '' That ? Oh, that is a ring he gave me to-night in token of our friendship. I could not wear it. I threw it off." " What a lovely ring it is. Did you promise him to wear it ? " " I think I let him think I would." " Then you must." " But I hate it." "Why, child," said Frau Hoffman, as she slipped it on Margaret's finger, visions of Froghambury Park floating before her as she did so, "it makes your hand look quite lovely. And I think, dear, you should wear it, or he will be more hurt than ever. And he deserves some little reparation surely." Margaret drew it on and off slowly. " It seems to me as if it would bring me bad luck." " What ! a good friend as he is bring you bad luck ? Oh no, Margot ; be nobler. He will be LAND ahead! 215 a good friend to us both, I dare say, all our lives. The English are true friends to have." " Who is that calling, mother ? I heard a voice." They listened. "It is your father. He is ill. I came to fetch you." Margaret rose at once ; her own troubles were for the moment forgotten ; what was anything in the world to her beside her father ? How selfish she was. She knew he was unwell in the morning, and had half grudged going to Biberich ; then it had been put out of her head ; now it all rushed back on her mind, and she rose with new life, a new purpose in her heart. How remiss she had been all these weeks towards her father. Yet now God was good ; and now here was opportunity to make it right again, and to smooth away all memory of apparent neglect in renewed love and attention. A dim hope of happiness even yet came to her with the thought. So much harm done by thoughtlessness, by idle dreams of ideal beauty ; let her do some real practical human good at last and retrieve the past if it might be. Dudley's earnest face, and Valentin, living out a dreary future with a woman he did not love, haunted her, and she turned away shuddering. 216 LAND ahead! " I am coming, father," she cried ; and Fritz pattered down the stairs after her. For a moment Frau Hoffman stayed behind. "We must go to Biberich again," said she, half aloud. " I really don't so much mind a dull evening when there is an object in it." CHAPTEE XIY. Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love. — Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. Feau Senden and Frau Steingracht had arranged to have a little party at Sonnenfels on the following evening, and as Frau Steingracht said the Herr Professor's music was absolutely necessary to make the entertainment a success, Valentin offered to go down to Blumenthal to see if the Hoffmans would come. " But you need not trouble yourself, Valentin," said Lotta ; ^' I can quite well send Franz." " But it is something for him to do," said her sister-in-law. " I am going down to Sonnenthal anyhow, so I may as well do that for you, Lotta." "Or we could do it this afternoon when we drive." " That is leaving it so late," said Frau Stein- gracht. 218 LAND ahead! "They would be out, or anywhere. In fact there is no knowing where they go now; they never seem to be quiet. They may have gone to Binofen or to Wiesbaden for all I know." " Or to Homburg," said Lotta. "Or to Frankfort," said Frau Steingracht. A few moments later Valentin started on his errand. He was impatient and out of temper. And small wonder. If Mr. Mortimer and Mr. Tudor had been so surprised and alarmed at seeing Dudley Vane drive by " The Three Koses " so triumphantly with Frau Hoffman and her daughter on the preceding evening, how much more disgusted was Valentin. Here was direct disobedience to his decree issued to Dudley — and he had trusted Dudley. He had told him his wishes in all kindness and friendship to spare the youth pain, and now this was the return he got. Faugh ! human nature was disgusting. Next, how could Margaret sit "and smile and smile " into Dudley's face like that ? Had she not thus smiled into his ? and did not every one know that his smile was true, and his love faithful ? Had not he given her his love ? not in so many words, perhaps, for it is sometimes hard to say, and then a life-long decision is always difficult, and requires solemnity and circum- LAND AHEAD ! 219 spection. And Valentin hated circumspection and solemnity. But had not he singled her out for his worship and adoration ? had not he given her his sympathy, and had not he received hers ? had not he shown her an elevated ideal, and had she not said she bowed and worshipped ? at least, had she not implied admiration and worship ? Else, w^hat did her smile, and the swift colour coming and going, and the thought answered almost before it was expressed, and the attention to his wishes and partialities, and the w^hole trust and confidence and unreserve — so winning because, in her case, so rare — what did it all mean ? Did it ^11 mean falsehood after all ? Was — faugh ! the thought was sickening — was feminine human nature after all more disgusting than all ? AVas she only worshipping him outwardly ? had she indeed set up other gods in her heart ? had Dudley's gold and Dudley's poisoned words of an ideal future in extravagant, luxurious England won her over ? did his own simple, Spartan future seem fade, poor, homely, dull in comparison ? The thought struck cold on his heart, and he feared he should be able to say no more words about the future to Margaret. He was at Blumenthal by this time, and at the top of the stairs. His heart beat wildly as he 220 LAND ahead! stood with his hand on the door and listening to the voices within. Dudley and Frau Hoffman ! that was all. He looked round anxiously, but Margaret was not there. ^'Meine gnadigste," said he, barely noticing Dudley, '' I come a beggar.'' '* And our alms are yours," said she, gaily. " We want your society. Lotta has sent me to beg you all to come this evening." At the moment the door opened and Margaret entered. She w^as pale, and looked weary ; but when, an instant later, she saw the visitors the colour mantled to her face and she forced a smile to hide something of her confusion. Could she be untrue ? thought Valentin ; could those earnest grey eyes, so tender, so pathetic, dream of cruelty, dream of falsehood *? And he, could he be different from what he seemed ? thought she. Was all this brilliancy, this beauty, this strength, this nobility of expression but the outer garb of hypocrisy ? Was he thus enabled to enact his falsehoods all the better ? She must take care. She hated untruth with her whole soul. Could he, Valentin, really ^' smile and smile and be a villain" ? But she showed nothing of her thought ; she LAND ahead! 221 walked to him gently and slowly ; only, as their hands met, English fashion, she did not smile ; neither did he. Each tried earnestly to read the other's soul. It was the first time in their acquaintance they had not smiled when they met. AYas it an ill omen ? Had laughter and happiness left her for ever ? Dudley Vane looked on, and saw it all, and wondered. And they both felt guilty, but neither whispered the word to the other. " So you will answer for yourself, Margot," said her mother. " Frau Senden wants us all to go to Sonnenfels this evenino^." " The Professor too," said Valentin. " I do not think any of us can come," said Mar- garet, turning to him slowly. " My father is ill." "111?" " Yes ; a cold, a chill," said Frau Hofiman ; " nothino; more." " It need not prevent you ? " asked Valentin, anxiously. "No, certainly not. Margot, you and I can go. Frau Senden might take it unkindly." Margaret played nervously with the ring on her finger ; it irritated her, and Valentin's eyes fell upon it. 222 LAND ahead! " Then we will come," said she, looking up at him. But seeing his eyes upon the ring her words almost died upon her lips, and she blushed hotly. Then she clasped the other hand over it, hiding it. Would he never take his eyes away ? "And you will come too. Vane, will you not ? " asked he, constrainedly. " With pleasure. Shall we have some whist ? '^ " I dare say. Will you tell Tudor ? " " Certainly." " Then I may as well go back." He rose and shook hands with Frau Hoffman, but when he came to Margaret there on her hand sparkled the ring. Why did he — certainly his back was turned towards the others — but why did he draw himself up as if her hand were something not to be touched, and why did he look like that ? And she looked cold and proud too. Only Fritz, the faithful house-dog, heard her say afterwards under the myrtle-tree in the court — " Oh, Valentin, why are you so proud ? and why won't you be told ? Oh, Valentin, why are you so cruel ? " And then only Fritz heard too five minutes after — " But he is quite right, or thinks he is. And I LAND ahead! 223 love him for Ms pride. And I shall love him all my life all the same, and help him perhaps when he is very unhappy." Margaret had not wished to go to Sonnenfels that evening, she was anxious about her father ; she felt weary and dispirited ; she was troubled by Dudley Yane and by Valentin, and by all the on-lookers ; she felt as though circumstances were becoming too much for her. But Frau Hoffman had set her heart upon going ; she was keenly alive to new hopes, new ambitions, a new excite- ment. At one time she had given up all hopes of Dudlev for a son-in-law, now it seemed to her that if only Margaret could be rightly influenced he would fall in with her views subserviently enoucj-h. This idea was like a sudden drauo^ht of champagne ; it inspired her with new courage, new strength, new hope. It was like a beautiful vision of a far-distant country ; it was, above all, a vision of England by-and-by. Yet she longed to take the thought out into the light of day ; now that success seemed to be playing about it, she longed to see its real probability ; she desired, above all, to see what others might think about it, and who in this little world of Sonnenthal would be on her side and who would be against her. 224 LAND ahead! "You see, Margot/^ said she, as they walked slowly up the hill, the moonlight shining down on their faces through the tangled tracery of the trees, " I feel we have not considered Frau Senden quite so much pf late as perhaps we should have done. You know we went to Homburg without her." " That was Valentin von Broderode's fault." "And then yesterday we went to Biberich without telling her." " And that was Dudley Vane's fault." " Oh, of course it is not our fault at all ; still she is our good friend." The party they found assembled at Sonnenfels seemed as comfortable and as incongruous as they could well meet. The large windows were open on to the terrace ; the scent of the flowers came in with rich bursts of fragrance ; below you could see the scattered lights of the town, the river seeming still in the moonlight, and behind, the weird, dusky forms of the mountains. Two Kussians, visitors at Sonnenthal, were standing at the window talking. Their wives were sitting on a sofa, and Frau Steingracht was introducing Dudley Vane to them when Frau Hoffman and her daughter entered. A rubber of whist was going on in a corner, made up by Mr. Mortimer LAND AHEAD I 225 and Mr. Tudor with two other English gentlemen, all in their morning coats, and all, save Mr. Tudor, seeming to suffer from the testiness which depart- ing youth and advancing gout seem to administer. Lotta Senden was seated at the piano, and Valentin was singing to her accompaniment. He was thus fettered there. Very soon Dudley left the Russians and came to Margaret. Then — they might have been plapng the children's game called Post — Frau Hoffman left Margaret and sat with Frau Stein- gracht and the Russian ladies, so Dudley and Margaret were alone. Valentin was looking at them over the music-book. There was no need for Margaret to fear any more declarations of passionate love from Dudley. He had learnt his part for the present, and only wished her to believe in his friendship, and to make her forget his wild language of yesterday. " I may come to you, may I not ? " '' Surely." " I am so glad we had our drive yesterday ; I am so glad we understand each other." She looked up at him shyly. Then the door opened, and an old Russian Prince hobbled in on his crutches. Dudley started up to give him his arm. Love makes one wish VOL. I. Q 226 LAND ahead! to appear well in the eyes of the beloved one. Then he returned to his place beside Margaret with an air of possession. "You are singing out of tune, Valentin," said Lotta. No wonder ! was not his whole heart out of tune with the scene going on around him ? " How good of you to wear my ring. I am so glad to see it there. Will you wear it always ? " *' I wish you would take it back ; I feel as if I ought not to wear it. It burns my hand." "What! Why do you say that ? It is only our understanding — we are friends, that is all. It only means you will come to me if you want anything. Surely you will not refuse me the delight of working for you ? Leave me the belief in friendship even if nothing else." " I was wrong. Forgive me." And Margaret's earnest eyes looked penitently into his, and melted into pathos — pathetic just then more from a sense of confusion and of utter helplessness than pathetic for Dudley. At that moment two Germans stepped in at the window — they had been walking up and down outside, and just then too the rubber of whist came to an end. Frau Steingracht called to Dudley to take a LAND AHEAD ! 227 hand, and Mr. Tudor, slipping away from the table, sat down by Frau Hoffman ; Mr. Mortimer, declaring he had lost all his money, came to Frau Steingracht. Valentin seized the opportunity and asked Margaret to play for them. He did it condescendingly, haughtily, as though he knew he was making a concession. She bowed her head, like a queen rebuked, then rose meekly, and sat down to the piano without a word. Valentin stood beside her, then leaned on the instrument before her, as though he would read through her face to her soul. It was torture to her now ; they did not under- stand each other now, and there was no sympathy in the look. "Don't look at me," said she, pettishly, as an angry flush mounted to her brow. He looked surprised, then laughed, and in the laugh their eyes met ; suddenly the anger and misunderstanding seemed to evaporate, and happiness seemed there once more. What was it that thrilled and throbbed through the room as Margaret played ? what was she saying to them all ? what was the harmony that stilled them, though rousing them so ? It was like an angel's song, calming and strengthening as it fell. And then it was like a cao;ed human soul, answerinof Q 2 228 LAND AHEAD ! in pathetic, strenuous need, striving and straining up to its ideal, ever caught, ever fettered by invisible strings, and saying, " Believe in me, and let me go.'' The music ceased and all was still. A moment after, when the hum of applause had ceased too, Valentin spoke. to her. "The moonlight is calm and pure and holy. Will you come for a moment V So they stepped outside together. Meanwhile Mr. Tudor was sitting by Fran Hoffman. Had not he made up his mind he must see much of Frau Hoffman just at present ? had not he and Mr. Mortimer decided that no time was to be lost, and that Sir Gilbert Vane's eyes and Frau Hoffman's eyes must incontinently be opened ? Had not Mr. Tudor, therefore, — well aware of his responsible situation towards his pupil, and well aware also of the fat living of Froghambury in Sir Gilbert's gift, — had not he written a long letter to Sir Gilbert directly he had beheld the triumphal departure towards Biberich, in which he dwelt long on the fine character of Dudley Vane, but also on his youth- ful and evident affection for Margaret, and also on the alluring charms and almost irresistible fascinations of the aforesaid Miss Hoffman. LAND AHEAD ! 229 This surely could not offend anybody, and should bring him, Mr. Tudor, praise. But of this letter he breathed not a word, not even to his friend and ally Mr. Mortimer. He had even begun to consider Mr. Mortimer slightly interfering, and one who might possibly get some lengths before him in seeking Sir Gilbert's good graces. " You will call me a match-making, meddling old man, Mrs. Hoffman," said Mr. Tudor, as he installed comfortablv himself beside her, " but I do delight in seeing those two young people together." He was looking at Valentin and Margaret. " They seem made for each other." " Yes," said Frau Hoffman, slightly alarmed, but determined nevertheless to keep her own counsel. "Happiness is everything. What are titles and position and wealth ? We in England are often absurd on this question, and run our heads against stone walls by insisting on these things. It's all folly, all folly." " Yes ; Margaret is a great favourite." " She is charming. If I were a younger man I should not dare say it, but I may say it to you — she is a little darlings." " But a good height, Mr. Tudor ; don't you think so ? " 230 LAND ahead! " oil yes ; I don't mean that. Only she has such pretty ways about her. I call her little more from her charm of manner than from anything else." " Mr. Vane admires her too." ** Does he ? ah ! does he ? Well, boys will be boys. But, Mrs. Hoffman, you must not allow that. You must crush it ; put your veto upon it ; stamp it out." He leaned forward and laid one hand on the other, as though he would squeeze the dawning affection to nothing between his broad palms. "Must I?" Frau Hoffman was surprised. She had really expected to find a friend in Mr. Tudor. " He won't have a penny, I can tell you that." He whispered it confidentially as a fact well known to him, but one not to be mentioned. Then after all he was Frau Hoffman's friend. He would save her girl from a future of misery. Then doubt flashed across her mind. " Still that is nothing, as you said just now. We are apt to think too much of these things now-a-days. Wealth and position are very hollow benefits after all. They fade into thin air beside the happiness of two young hearts." " True, true. But there should be a modest LAND ahead! 231 competence ; with that I am sure you will agree, Mrs. Hoffman ? " " A modest competence ! Well, certainly." ** Now Valentin von Broderocle has that. Dudley Vane " " Would I suppose be provided for ? " '^ You see Sir Gilbert made his money out in Australia ; then bought Froghambury back ; he, in fact, inherited nothing but the baronetcy." " But young Vane is his heir ? " " To the title, yes. But the rest — all the rest Sir Gilbert can do with according to his own sweet will, or rather his sour will ; for he is short-tempered and very crusty ; has been dis- appointed in Dudley, and has not much regard for his family by all accounts." " Poor dear Mr. Vane." " Yes ; it is hard to have the probability of being poor, because one is dull-witted, and fame happens to be beyond one's grasp. As if one could make oneself clever just by wishing it. If one could, money would not be at the premium in this world that it is." "He is dull-witted?" " Very ; stupid I might almost say. I have never been able to teach him anything." Was that contempt lurking in Frau Hoffman's 232 LAND ahead! eye ? Whatever it was it fired Mr. Tudor to continue. '' And I have taught a good many young men a great deal." " I do not doubt it." " But Vane is unteachahle. He is of a doubt- ful temper too, and I do not much admire his disposition." ''And the family?" gasped Frau Hoffman. " Oh, bad 1 bad ! hereditarily bad ! " " Margaret must not marry him then," said she lightly, as though it had been all a joke. " No. Just look at his health besides. Poor puny, pale rascal. Oh no ; Von Broderode is the one for her. He is a man." Frau Hoffman smiled anxiously ; in fact she could not tell what line of conduct would be best. " I see they have gone out together," remarked Mr. Tudor. And so had some one else seen it ; Lotta Senden and Dudley Vane had seen it, and were both at fever-heat. When the whist was over Lotta called the boy to her. And Frau Steingracht also saw it. " That is what I like," said she to Mr. Mortimer. " I like to see those two together." "Ah!" said he, letting his eye-glass fall for LAND ahead! 233 very joy, " you agree with me then ; I like to see it too. Look, Madame Sceingracht, I will tell you a secret." The sallow face lighted up as though to greet a heavenly visitant. The old lady had not been told a real secret for such a long, long time. Life smiled once more. " You will keep it ? " " Keep it ! " She clasped her hands as though in prayer. He would not surely take it away ! " I am off to England to-morrow to see Gilded Vane. That boy's nonsense must be stopped. Vane would never agree to the match, and more- over, the girl cares for Von Broderode, and he for her. Those two must be happy." " Yes, yes ; those two must be happy." "We understand each other. Those two are made to be happy together. You will help me, and look after them here. I am off to-morrow, and shall not say a word or good-bye to anybody." "You will have been like a swallow that brings us summer ; only you will send your blessing to us again afterwards ; the swallow goes and forgets us." " A nine days' wonder, if you like. I came, -T 234 LAND ahead! saw, I go away to set right all that I found wrong." And meanwhile Valentin and Margaret had stepped out into the moonlight. The music had thrown a veil of peace over their hearts, and now the still evening hour deepened it, and seemed to catch it nearer to them. Out of the confusion and doubt which had perplexed Margaret so sorely peace seemed to have come. But half-an-hour ago, when Valentin was watching Dudley and Margaret sitting side-by-side on the sofa, she had seemed to be fading slowly from him — like a beautiful dream, evanescent, intangible ; he had then felt, as he felt in the morning, that he could not talk to her of himself, of his life ; for that her interest, her thoughts were fixed elsewhere. She had seemed then to be leaving him ; now here she was bv his side, his once more : and he too was at peace. " This is my idea of life," said he, as he walked beside her on the terrace, now in the full light, now in the black shadows of the house. It was so difficult to begin to talk naturally after their little unacknowledged quarrel. " Or this is what I should like life to be — Peace and Beauty." "No, you would not," said she. "It is not LAND AHEAD ! 235 your idea of life a.t all. Your ideal is made up of heroic deeds, of battles, and war, of great sacrifices, of brilliant triumphs. And you are ri^ht. That is life.'' " One likes happiness though." " But that is happiness," said she. " I should like it too if I were a man. As I am not, I can only look on and sympathize. After all, they say the world is becoming too civilized to fight ; but if it should ever be that war is abolished, I pity those who will live in those days ; there will be no heroes ; what puny men they will be." "There always must be wars," said Valentin, gravely. "And the older the world gets the more frightful they seem to be. The bitterness of creeds and the advancement of military science increase the horrors of war." " And our increase of sentiment seems to make the horror greater too." . " As if diplomacy could settle everything " " Diplomacy is only another word for falsehood, and falsehood should be burnt out from the face of the earth." " What a quantity of wants man has, Margaret," said he. " Directly he lives he wants food and clothes, and the more he learns the more he seems to want. I should like to live and not want." - 236 LAND ahead! " Ah, that we all do. Like the birds and the wers — flo--~ " But, wanting, we must fight for it ; must we not ? At least if we intend to have it." " Yes, if Ave intend, and if it is just that we should have it." " But suppose it is quite just, suppose there is not a question about it, suppose the thing — no matter what — that we wanted quite knew where and whose its existence was, and yet some one else came and claimed it — what then ? " There was a pause. " If the thing were really sure, and were really worth having, it would not have to be fought over, it would lean to the side of the right at once, it " " In fact, diplomacy might settle it ? " " Perhaps diplomacy might." They had strayed away from the house ; they were standing among the ruins higher on the hill. He led her to a bench in the shadow. *' Queen Daisy," said he, suddenly, with a certain haughtiness in his tone, " who gave you that ring ? " " A friend," said she, half coquettish ly. '' Who ? " " I must not tell." LAND ahead! 237 *' May I look ^t it ? " What was that cold breath that passed over her, causing her to shudder ? " Are you cold ? " asked he, tenderly, his manner changing at once. " I thought I saw — nothing. It is the moon- light ; it makes all sorts of pictures of its own. I was foolish." " Let me see your ring." " Don't take it. I think you must not." " I won't hurt it," said he, offended. " No ; 1 know. It is not that. But for your own sake don't touch it. I am superstitious perhaps, but I have been miserable ever since I had it ; everything has changed since I wore it ; even you have changed. Don't touch it ; it might bring you misery too. Ah ! look ! there it is again. A ghost ! a real ghost ! " Valentin cared nothing for the ghost. " Queen Daisy, I am not changed." " As for me, I do not know what I shall do with it. I shall melt it, or throw it into the Khine, or lose it somehow." " Let me take it," said he, suddenly, supremely happy. '' No ; I will not have you — finger it, even. You and I, Valentin, are real friends, whatever 238 LAND ahead! happens." She was thinking of Frau Senden then. '' And we must always be friends." " Do you ever think of the future ? " said he, gaily. " Yes." " Are you afraid of it ? " '^Afraid? No." He laughed for very joy. " We will overcome it, will we not ? It is ours, our humble slave." " Ours ? Yes, perhaps ! Valentin, when you are mar — oh, look ! what is that ? there on the ruins — there overhead " *' It is the moonlight," said he, hardly looking. " Margaret, I must tell you something. To- day I doubted you ; can you believe it ? I was miserable, mad; I learnt then how dear you are to me ; and — but now — no ; first give me the nng. He took it imperiously from her finger and threw it without one instant's hesitation away, far down into the depths of the Ehine or the trees, far from her for ever. Then he turned to her, half ashamed. She laughed a little low laugh, like a child pleased at disobedient bravado. " So is lost a most valuable object." ^* LAND AHEAD ! 239 " Are you angry ? " " No ; glad — T mean furious." " So perish worldly wealth and riches. But, Margot, I was telling you I doubted you." " You must not do that. Only, by the way, I doubted you too." " You doubted me ? Queen Margaret, how could you ? don't you know how true I am ? don't you know — My child, what is it ? " In answer Margaret pointed to the ruins. There, running along the high balustrade, was a weird, fearful form ; now in the bright moonlight it looked impalpable, unearthly ; now in the dark shadow it was white, ghastly. Was it some troubled soul ? was it a wraith come to wreak vengeance on them both for their happy peace ? was it a form of mist or fog ? Valentin's eager words died away on his lips, and he drew close to Margaret, as he followed the apparition's move- ments with his eyes ; he put his arm round the girl to shield her. But hark ! it laughs, and it comes down the side of the battlements, and here it is close to them — tall, gaunt, fearful, pointing a bony hand down to the Rhine. " So you threw the ring away. A curse on you both." A coarse, unnatural voice. 240 LAND ahead! Valentin staggered, but to his surprise Marga- ret's fear was over ; she stood alone and smiling. The ghost passed on its way. " Let us come in," she whispered to Valentin. " You are not afraid ? What was it ? " **I will tell you. It was Dudley Vane. I knew his voice. But do not appear to have recognized him. Let us wait first." Valentin was indignant at once ; let him only reach at him; such jokes, such hideous, dishonour- able practical jokes were unbearable. It was the second time he had caught him listening. Valentin was frantic with rage, and Margaret found it almost impossible to soothe him. "Dudley in a sheet furnished by Frau Senden. I see it all," said she, laughing. '' For my sake say nothing. Let us have our revenge deliciously in time. Now if we make a fuss every one, everything will be dreadful. He is but a boy." " And a dreadful boy." "So be it. But for my sake now, Valentin, be a man— or rather," she added, smiling, *' this time don't be a man, but be a woman." So they went back to the others, looking innocence itself, and Valentin told a dreadful story about a new planet and a very strange atmospherical phenomena which he had discovered LAND ahead! 241 through Lotta's big telescope in the ruins, and Frau Hoffman declared it was time to go home. That night Fritz, who was waiting for his mistress at the door of Blumenthal, had another confidence. " Fritz, I was all wrong ; he was not angry, and he is not cruel. He is quite true ; as true — as true — as — almost — quite — which is it ? as true as you." Fritz wagged his tail ; of course he must seem pleased if Margaret was, but after all it was a doubtful compliment. So he curled himself up and went to sleep ; for dogs are too faithful to be independent ; they have no being of their own, nor have they any eyes to observe with save those of their master. VOL. I. It CHAPTER XY. Where gold determines between right and wrong. Wordsworth, Fate seemed to have ranged herself against Mr. Mortimer on the occasion of his mission to Froghambury. Certainly he left Sonnenthal the very next day, eluding successfully the early risers at the Brunnen, and the many questioning ejaculations of " mine host '' of " The Three Roses." But, his departure once achieved, then fate, or some mischievous imp endowed with her powers and accomplishments, seemed to impede his progress at every step. Of course it was a wet day to begin with ; on the deck of a Rhine steamer, crowded as they always are at the end of August, that is a delightful and refreshing experience. Then, at Cologne, amid the rush and confusion of debarkation, he discovered that his valet was a fool, and had lost his portmanteau ; he had never thought him a fool before, but he left him to find it, and took his way to the LAND ahead! 24:3 station. Arrived there, he fumed and fretted and had his luncheon, and took his tickets, and got into his train, and was just moving out of the station when the frantic valet appeared on the platform with the lost portmanteau. " You fool ! " shouted Mr. Mortimer, rejoicing in this crumb of satisfaction at last. " I went to the cathedral, sir." " Why then you are a bigger fool than ever." " I thought you " *' Follow me to London, and don't think!" shouted Mr. Mortimer, as he sank back on his seat. Was ever such a wild, helpless cry from a valetless man ? But he must be excused. He was in a hurry to get on ; and to have to get on and cross the ocean with a Bradshaw and a dressing-bag is no very luxurious mode of progress. And he went straie^ht on. The enmne broke down, and they all got out in the rain very much frightened, but beyond the delay no harm was done. Then the boat had gone, of course, when they reached Calais, and Mr. Mortimer had to console himself as best he might by talking to "Eobert" and to "Auoruste," and to vent his spleen on them ; and, moreover, he had to stay there till morning. R 2 244 LAND AHEAD ! Next day the sun shone all bright and gay, and, moreover, the recalcitrant valet turned up on the quay. Mr. Mortimer thought his troubles were at an end. " I made sure you would go to the cathedral, sir. You always do." " Never make sure of anything in this world, Bonham ; but do your duty." Then they went on board. But there was a high breeze, and, once out of harbour, they soon found the sea's bright humour was only a surface smile after all. Mr. Mortimer was very uncom- fortable indeed ; so uncomfortable that when they reached Dover, and Bonham presently informed him that the London train had gone, and that they must wait three-quarters-of-an-hour for another, Mr. Mortimer said he did not care, and that he should wait at Dover all that afternoon and all that night, and go up to town the next day. Discouragement is apt to fall on one if plans are damped at the outset ; more especially so if the plans are Quixotic and not exactly self-interested. Perhaps the companion- ship of the lost portmanteau may have had something to do with it. On reaching London he found a host of papers and letters requiring his attention ; and another LAND ahead! 245 night and two days were spent tliere ; so that, all things considered, some days had elapsed after all between his leaving Sonnenthal and the evening of his arrival at Froghambury Park, and his thoughts and ideas on the interests of the little world assembled at the little German town, bad undergone some change in the interim. It was late in the evening when he reached the station of Sloughford (he had left Bonham ])ehind him in London) ; and as he drove in the star-lio^ht alono^ the broad road, bordered on each side by Sir Gilbert Vane's property ; as his Hy slowly followed the steep road through part of the great deer-park, Mr. Mortimer asked himself more than once w^hether he were right in spoiling Margaret's chance of being the mistress of all this. The stately oaks, the spreading beeches, the long vistas of glade and park, the startled deer had something so peaceful, so prosperous, so beautiful about them, that he began to think Margaret might well reign here happily ; ay I happily even with such an unsympathetic companion as Dudley. But — ah ! when the buts began — it all seemed wrong, incongruous, im- possible. Sir Gilbert's dreams and schemes for this precious nephew had towered aloft ; had not he, Mr. Mortimer, often tried to follow them, 246 LAND ahead! till their mythical endings had soared where even his eye-glass could not penetrate ? Did not Sir Gilbert mean Dudley to be a great man, a famous man ; a man who would chronicle his triumphs numbered by the days that dawned on him ; a man whose life should be one brilliant progress, whose great deeds should shower blessings on the name of Vane, and cause it to be a household word in the mouths of generations yet unborn ? Was not Dudley to have his countrymen hanging on the eloquent words which should fall from his lips ? Was not Dudley to marry, if not a princess, she at least who might be marriageable nearest the rank of a princess? Did not Mr. Mortimer know all this; and then how could his thoughts help dwelling with something of alarm and terror on Margaret's tender charms and slightly homely ways ; or Mrs. Hoffman's ambition, and on the old-world dreams of the dear Professor ? More than all, how could he bring Dudley, in his present way of living and thinking, to the level where he wished to place him ? By this time he had reached the door of Froghambury, and as the flyman raug the bell the thought struck him that he ought to have written to say he was coming. LAND AHEAD ! 247 " Yet, after all," thought he to himself, ^' there is no one here but Gilbert Vane, and if he is not up to seeing me I won't let him know till the morning." At the sound of the door-bell the voices of dogs were heard on all sides — the deep bay of the bloodhound at the stables, the angry, con- tinuous bark of others, the howl of another, the sharp, piercing, indignant cries of some smaller species, like the voice of a scolding woman, and within the house the yelp of some disturbed and pampered favourite. At the window of the room over the hall-door there was a faint light burn in o[. At leno;th there was a sound of bolts and bars being withdrawn, and the old butler stood before him, not quite pleased at being disturbed ; two other servants were laughing. The sight of the old man's face took Mr. Mortimer back )^ears. " Ah, Douglas ! how d'ye do ? " He stretched out his hand to him. " Why, it's never Mr. Walpole ! " " Yes, it is. How is Sir Gilbert ? " " I am glad you've come, sir. Sir Gilbert's but poorly, very poorly. Come, make haste there," he added to the footman, as he directed 248 LAND ahead! tliem to take Mr. Mortimer's cherished port- manteau. "I won't disturb him to-night, Douglas; it is so late," said Mr. Mortimer, as soon as he was inside the hall. "You can give me a room and a cup of coffee, I suppose ? There is no one here, is there ? " " Oh, but, sir, he will be so glad to see you, sir. No one else here, sir," and he shook his head, as he looked down on the floor, as though the good old times were fled now, and they were all living under a new and painful dispensation. " He sees no one but the ladies. He will be glad indeed, sir." Mr. Mortimer laughed at Douglas' implied contempt. "The ladies?" "Yes, sir, Mrs. Vane. Ah! but — well! We have only her now. Her sister's left, sir. Sir Gilbert could not stand it ; he was obliged to tell her so. You will judge, sir, if they were his sort ; and the sister was worse than she is." Suddenly Douglas' face and limbs became rigid and fixed. Had he been seized with lock-jaw? His manner, too, altered, and his tongue refused its function. Mr. Mortimer looked up and beheld a tall lady LAND AHEAD ! 249 standing at the end of the hall ; the drawing- room-door was open behind her. Suddenly a tribe of little yelping, snarling dogs ran out of the room like an avalanche, and rushing towards Mr. Mortimer, proceeded to heap abuse and insult upon him as hard as they could. "Is that a new doctor, Douglas? Who is that, coming at this hour ? Down, Diamond ; come here. Loo ; be quiet. Spitz ; oh, Fluff, hold your tongue ; Punch, will you be sensible ? " "" It's Mr. Mortimer, ma'am. '^ Mr. Mortimer advanced towards her. A tall, dark woman, with bright eyes and brilliant comjDlexion. " A very fine woman indeed,^' thought Walpole Mortimer to himself. "Oh, Mr. Mortimer! Sir Gilbert's friend? This is kind. He will be pleased. Come into the drawing-room with me, will you not ? Douo^las, brinor some coffee." " I really must apologize," he began. " Oh, pray don't ! But tell me why you have come." She had seated herself in the low chair in the dark, old-fashioned room, her feet on the fender ; for even in this summer's night Mrs. Vane required a fire. Mr. Mortimer stood beside her and tried 250 LAND ahead! to evade her question and the intense inquisitive- ness of her face as best he might. " To see Sir Gilbert." " Ah ! " she replied, thoughtfully, with her chin in her hand. " So you heard he was ill ? Who told you ? " " I heard it abroad. Is he so ill ? " " Poor darling, he is — very ill. But who told you ? " " I heard it at Sonnenthal. I met your boy there." " Dudley ? No — really ! Did you ? But what an idiot the boy is. I told him not to say a word about it." " Why not ? " " I hate being questioned," her face clouding over. " So do I." Their eyes met. Mr. Mortimer coughed drily, rubbed his eye-glass, changed his position, and ultimately sat down. Then Douglas brought the coffee. A smile of grim satisfaction overspread the old man's face on finding that a freezing silence reigned supreme. "I think, Douglas, you might- as well tell Sir Gilbert I am here ; and just ask him if he would like to see me. Just ask him, that is all." LAND ahead! • 251 " Oh, not to-night, Mr. Mortimer. I insist upon it, not to-night. He is fast asleep, and it mig^ht kill him." " If you please, ma'am. Sir Gilbert is very- wakeful to-night ; he heard the carriage come, and asked me what it was. I think the sight of Mr. Walpole would almost cure him." " Did you tell him I was here ? " " Yes, sir ; and his face lightened so, like old days." " Ask if he will see me." Douglas shut the door noiselessly, and Mr. Mortimer sipped his coffee. " Mr. Mortimer, you are an old friend here ? " He put his cup down, and stuck his eye-glass in his eye. " Might I ask " *' Because," she went on, hurriedly — " but I know you are ; you were here in the old days, when there was nobody but these old servants to look after poor darling Sir Gilbert. Now I am mistress. But it is hard work ; you are his friend — and — you will help me ? " " Certainly, madame, certainly." "I knew you would. I felt you were a friend, a true, sincere friend, the moment I saw you. Poor dear, he wants some one sadly to speak to 252 LAND ahead! him of the things of eternity. No one to tell him anything. And he will not hear a word from me. You will speak to him, will you not ? " " If I can be of any service," he stammered, shading his face from the lamp with his hand. " Mr. Mortimer, is that wdiy you came ? " She leaned forward and looked at him eagerly. *' On the whole I cannot say it was." " I hoped — I almost believed it was." Her voice died away into a whisper. Mr. Mortimer almost pitied her disappointment. " Why did you come ? " she asked suddenly. *' Good heavens, Mrs. Vane ! " he answered, sharply irritated, " can't a man come and see his friend without all these cross-questions ? It was high time I should come. I have left Vane a great deal too long, a great deal too long. This is not the old days of Froghambury, when no question was asked, and one was only pressed to stay. A new dispensation indeed." The door opened, and Douglas came in. " Sir Gilbert will be happy to see you, sir." Mr. Mortimer rose and followed him without a word. The broad staircase, the old passage with its many windings, the curious little ante-room, and LAND ahead! 253 at the end the room with its two windows looking out on the park and on the cedar-trees waving their weird okl arms in the night wind. How well he remembered it all ! There too was the old tester-bed, the heir-loom in the family ; how many Vanes had slept and died in it ! Douglas opened the door, and said — " Mr. Walpole, sir." And Mr. Mortimer was left standing on the threshold alone with Sir Gilbert. " Walpole, is that you ? Come here where I can see you. Are you alone ? " " Yes, Vane, here I am." " This is kind. When the old lion dies the other animals come round and stare at him with impunity." " Hush, Vane ! the old lion is not going to die yet ; I have come to bring him to life again." " You are right, Walpole. It is not so bad as that. But are you alone ? sure ? " " Quite." *' Isn't she here ? " " No one is here but myself, Gilbert." " Walpole, that woman is killing me." *' Killing you ! " "Yes; her jabber and her chatter, and the rustle of her petticoats, and her humbug, and her 254 LAND AHEAD ! Poor Darlings and Poor Dears ; I was obliged to take to my bed." " What ! are you not ill at all then 1 " ** 111 ! the fellow seems disappointed ! of course I am, very ; but she makes me so." " We'll have you up to-morrow." " But then you must bar the doors, and take her away somewhere." Mr. Mortimer laughed outright. " To think of a grand Turk like you being sat upon by a woman ! " '' But, Walpole, I think she does want to kill me ; I am afraid to eat — to drink almost." As he said it he leaned forward, and Mortimer saw how haggard and ill he was really looking. " My dear Yane, why should she ? " " She wants to be mistress here." 4: " She seems to have achieved that." " She wants that blessed boy to succeed." " All in good time ; he will do that anyhow." " I am not so sure of that, my friend," and the old man closed his teeth viciously. " I am not so sure. What has he done ? Why should I make him my heir ? " " Oh, I thought you had made up your mind." *' So I had. But, Mortimer, I am glad you LAND AHEAD ! 255 have come. I wanted some one. By-tlie-by, why shouldn't 1 make you my heir ? " " You are mad." *^Why shouldn't I?" " For Heaven's sake don't I I hate the country. I should detest Froghambury." " You used to like it." *^Ah, to come to for a visit. That is so different." " Well, well ; we shall see. But you are very odd," said the old man, querulously, turning in his bed. '^ You always were odd. Good-night, Walpole. Come back to me in the morning and see how I am." CHAPTEH XYl. S'io miro il tuo bel viso Amor e un paradiso ; Ma s'io miro il mio core, E un infernal ardore. — II Pastor Jido. ^' I AM sure she loves me." Those were the words that Valentin had used to Dudley ; bold words, but they were true. The truth of them was present to him always now since he had uttered them, and he sunned himself in their light, and they gave a glory to his life. He never thought of them with regard to the future. The present was everything to him ; " Carpe diem " was his motto, each day had its history ; the dim horizon with its wavering, uncertain lights was never studied. " She loves me." He had won her. , At first, attracted by her beauty, a sympathy had grown up between them, and then, burning with a restless desire for con- quest, he had set himself to win her love. All LAND ahead! 257 his wit, all his knowledge, all his brilliancy, all his fascinations of speech and manner had been displayed before her, all his tenderness, all the eloquence of which he was master ; and so he had succeeded. In fact to Valentin hitherto life held nothing but success ; it meant pleasure, triumph, glory, success. Dark days were to him unknown, hours of despair were myths ; clouds there were sometimes, but not very black or very threaten- ing clouds, and the sun was sure to be shining somew^here behind to disperse them if he would only call for it. Small difficulties, shadows of remorse, periods of doubt there were too, but Valentin knew he would always emerge into a trail of liojht. Is not man the lord of creation, and is not everything subservient to him ? And now that he had won Margaret — and he knew he had won her by her downcast looks, by her trusting smile — he found the world a very pleasant place, and life seemed to stretch out before him as a long holiday. He had not yet troubled himself to think what he should do with her love ; it seemed like a bright patch of sun- shine for him to bask in. His visit to Sonnenthal seemed to have grown into that ; it was the brightest rest he had known in his life. VOL. I. S 258 LAND ahead! But just now there was a cloud on the horizon ; Dudley Vane had brought it there, and Lotta Senden seemed to be helping in the manufacture. If Valentin could have roused himself from his foolish dream of self-confidence, if he could have made an efibrt, if he could have been unselfish, have thought of Margaret instead of wholly thinking of himself, if a doubt could have crossed his mind whether ''life were always afternoon," he might have dissipated the cloud, and the sunshine would have been bright again. But he did nothing. He sat and smiled. He believed in himself, in his fate, in his happiness too thoroughly to make any effort, to cost himself any sacrifice, to face any responsibility for the future. He believed in Margaret too much to fancy anything but a mere passing cloud could ever come between them. Did not she love him ? and did not a nature like hers — yes ; she could not change. Desire it as she might, she must be true and constant to him now, she could not change. But she never would desire it. Did she not know that he loved her ? had not he shown it, said it in a hundred ways ? had not he laid himself out to win her ? and had not life been different to them both since he had succeeded ? Only if other people should interfere — if LAND AHEAD ! 259 These " ifs " were just beginning to be trouble- some, when the next evening, as he stood on the steps of " The Three Eoses " talking to Heinrich Flugel, he saw Dudley Vane with Margaret and her mother coming along on their way to the Kursaal gardens. Frau Hoffman had spent a troubled night. Had not her dreams of Dudley's wealth been dispersed as a summer cloud ? had not Mr. Tudor told her he mio^ht have nothinof, that his uncle was displeased with him, that he was in fact a failure ? had not Mr. Mortimer and Frau Stein Q-racht hinted at the same sad truths ? and at the same time had not Valentin von Broderode in some slight, inexpressible way seemed to be cooling ? Truly Frau Hoffman thought that troubles never came alone. But one must put a brave face on these things, and smiles must ripple sweetly over women's faces, though their hearts may be breaking. Just now, therefore, the brightest smile broke through the storm-cloud on her face as she greeted Valentin. " Guten Abend, mein herr; we are going to hear the band ; will you not join us ? " There was a half- reproachful smile on Margaret's face as he smilingly ranged himself by her mother's side behind herself and Dudley. To Margaret what a long walk it seemed I but S 2 260 LAND ahead! was not Valentin content ? did not her eyes tell him she loved him ? And for Dudley — well I he was by her side, and she was all the world to him. And afterwards in the gardens, when they met all the rest, Lotta Senden and Frau Steingracht and Mr. Tudor, why did they all make room for Valentin beside Margaret if they did not see as he did — that happiness is the law of the world ? Only Lotta called him away ; but then Lotta was the discord, and of course he did not attend to her. How pleasant it was sitting there in the half-light listening to the music and watching the people, and speaking just now and then. Afterwards, after the fireworks were over, Dudley Vane stepped up to Margaret and spoke to her in a low voice. She looked doubtful, and then half- hesitatingly she looked at Valentin. " What is it ? " asked he, smiling. *' He wants me to go for a turn with him." " Well, go ! " and he waved his hand with a superior gesture, and smiled as though it cost him nothing. So Margaret rose quickly and went with Dudley Vane. Were those her mother s and Frau Steingracht's voices calling for her ? did they tell her to come LAND ahead! 261 back ? What did it matter ? what were they to her now ? what part had they in her life ? Valentin was her life, and he cared nothing at all for her. So she went away quickly, half desperately, with Dudley Vane. All round the lake they went, into the dark- ness, under the waving branches, and into the silence whence only Nature spoke to them. And above the mystery and the misery of life came Dudley's passionate voice into Margaret's ear ; it was a cry for the love she could not gi v^e him. What an awful need it was ; and how powerless and wicked she seemed to herself. Powerless because now she could not help him ; and wicked because, perhaps, there had been a time when had she been careful or thoughtful she might have saved him from this. How her soul revolted from all he offered her ; what a weary blank seemed the dearest treasure he could give. Why, when he talked of a life's devotion, did she feel she could only long for death rather than bear such a life ? Why, as she watched the flashino^ reflections in the water, did she lono^ for the peace from her own misery which the water might give ? How weird and ghostly the black swans looked as they floated silently by. What a mockery of happiness were the shooting gondolas 262 Land ahead ! with the coloured lanterns on their prows ; what a mockery the peace, the calm and serenity of element, of earth and heaven. And there in the distance were the gay crowds ; joy, merriment, pleasure, unrest, light, glare, effort, and the music striving to harmonize all. Above all, there in the light was Valentin. Meanwhile she walked in the dark with Dudley. '^Oh, don't!" said she, suddenly, putting her hands up to her ears, feeling with swift, generous impulse she could not help him, she could in fact do nothing, and that she must not therefore hear more. " Oh, don't ! let me go ! " " Go ! Why ? is it nothing to you all my suffer- ing, all my longing, all my devotion. Think what you are doing." " I do think ; I am thinking." " Have pity upon me. Think how you have but to speak the word and my pain is at an end ; and in return you are worshipped for the rest of your life. I am your slave, and you will have tenderness and devotion from me always." " I cannot. You do not know. You and I are so different. My life is not that — could not be that. We must be far asunder always, and that life you speak of could never satisfy me. I cannot marry you." LAND ahead! 263 *' Ach ! meine Fraulein ; I thought that was your voice, even if Fritz had not found you." Maro;aret turned and saw Gretchen standing: on the bridge. Fritz was snuffing at her dress, and pushing his nose into her hand. " What is it, Gretchen ? " . " Come ; you must come ; you must come now directly. The Herr Professor is very ill ; much worse." Maro^aret started. How selfish, how thouofht- less she was ; her mother had persuaded her to come out, but she had meant to go back directly : now in the excitement of the last half-hour she had forgotten. " Oh, and I promised to go back at once. Mr. Vane, what shall I do ? I must go back directly. Gretchen, have you told the others ? " " No ; I was on my way. I thought you would be there/' and she pointed to the light and the music, and looked half- reproachfully at her young mistress ; " not here." *' Go and tell them, Gretchen. They will find me at home." And so they did. To Dudley, Margaret and Fritz seemed to fly through the gardens towards the house. The great dog seemed to delight in Margaret's swift movements, and to think it finG 264 LAND ahead! fun. He took a piece of her dress gently in his mouth, and trotted along by her side. Dudley was almost jealous of the understanding between the two, for she vouchsafed no further word to him till they came to the door — then she turned. " Good-bye, Mr. Yane. I have been wrong, terribly wrong. Will you try and forgive me ? And yet, no ; I don't ask that ; God forgives us, if we try. And if only my father — " her voice became thick with sobs — " if there is time to win his forgiveness for my neglect. As for you, all I can ask is that you should try and forget me." Then the great gates swung to and she was gone. Dudley watched the light she carried through the windows as she went up to her father's room. Of course Fritz went up too. How still the room. was. You could hear nothing but the sound of the river as it went swirling by. The night-breeze moved the curtains at the window, and the candle Margaret had brought flared hideously. " Fritz has brought me back, father. '^ But there was no sound, no movement. '* Father, Margot has come back." Fritz licked her hand. She knelt by the bed. ** Are you worse, father ? They are all coming LAND ahead! 265 directly. What shall I do ? how shall I comfort you ? " The Professor opened his eyes ; they rested on her tenderly. "That is right, father. You are awake now. You are better ? And Margot will never leave you any more. She has been bad lately ; she has left her post ; but she will not do it any more. And she will find her place in your heart just the same, will she not ? Father, soon — for Fritz and I will nurse you so well now" — his hand rested on her head now — " w^e will go and listen to the river again, and we will tell each other all it says, as in the old, old days. How long ago they seem." " Nay, my child, nay ; that is over now." " And by and by, when it gets cooler, we will go and pick our flowers again, and we will weave our stories, and we will learn, and — " Listen, Margot. That is all over now. I am going to leave you, child." ** Oh no, no ! I cannot, cannot bear it ; no, no ! " ** Hush, child, do not sob so. But, Margot, you are sorry then ? you have not forgotten ? I thought — nay, dear child, I am happy so. We are one once more even at the end." " Father, you must not go. I cannot bear it ; I cannot stand alone." 266 LAND ahead! "You are not alone now, Margot. Have not I watched and seen — did you think I could not see ? Be true to him, Margot ; he is true by nature, but — perhaps '■ Nothing, child; only just as we go we see clearer. And so — Margot, come nearer, for I cannot speak much — and so I die happy. And I am only going before, to the land where the flowers never fade, they say, and where knowledge comes without struggle and effort, for we are with God, who is all knowledge and all truth." " Dear father, take ine with you." " In God's good time, my child ; in God's good time." When Maro^aret roused herself from that last passionate embrace, when the kiss was spent, and the honoured head was calm on its pillow, the fire had indeed gone out, the last flicker of life was over, and Margaret was indeed in darkness, and alone. Yet not alone, for there, pawing impatiently and whining piteously, was Fritz. How long was that hour of passionate rebellion ! how terrible was the grief! The pain seemed more bitter than she could bear; there seemed nothing but a weary waste of impossibility before her. Nothing but sorrow and toil and dreary LAND ahead! 267 solitude against her, and on her side a weakness ^hich prevented her making any step or any stand in the right direction. How dreadful seemed the past ! How every pleasure enjoyed, every flippant word, every hour trifled away stood out in bold, staring relief against the dark present ! how she longed for the few last weeks back once more ! *' Oh, I cannot, cannot bear it," called she, in her agony. And again, as she caught a glimpse of irrevoc- able fate in the fixed, pale face, she called again — " Oh, let me die too ! Let me die ; I cannot live." But the calm face t^ght its lesson even then. He had borne, he had sufi"ered. Now he was at rest ; now he was content. What had she borne ? what had she sacrificed ? what had she sufiered ? what right had she to be content ? But still she thought she could not live. How was she ever to rise again from this weary weight of woe oppressing her, how ever to take up with life and its duties again ? She shuddered at the prospect, and lay down on the floor, like a tired child, that could struggle no more, and must cry itself to sleep at last. So, when they came in, they found her. 268 ^^^^ ahead! The Professor, calm, content, and dead; and the child, wild, almost unconscious from the agony of the blow, lying on the floor, with her head pillowed on the body of the faithful dog Fritz. END OF VOL. I. LAND AHEAD VOL. II. LAND AHEAD Ji lldtel. BY COURTENEY GRANT, AUTHOR OF " LITTLE LADY LORRAINE," " OUR NEXT NEIGHBOUR," ETC. Human soul Must rise from indiridual to the whole. Self-Love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre moved, a circle strait succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th' oertlowings of the mind Take every creature in, of ev'ry kind ; Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest. And Heaven beholds its image in his breast.— Pope's Essay on Man. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. II. LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, 19.3 PICCADILLY. 1878. \All Rights reserved.] mwgHg : CLAY AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS. LAND AHEAD! CHAPTER I. Direct not him whose way himself will choose ; 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. Michard II., Act ii. Sc. 1. And for this once my will shall stand for law. Third Part of Henry VI., Act iv. Sc. 1. " So you see, Walpole, you have come just in time." Sir Gilbert was propped up in bed, and was looking anxiously at Mr. Mortimer, who was seated at the window, looking now at the old baronet's face, now turning away to the old ceda.rs waving to and fro outside in the light summer breeze and to the stretch of park beyond. "But as you have heard from that fellow, I VOL. II. B 2 LAND ahead! don't know tliat my news is of Yery mucli use after all." " Tudor is a very clever fellow." " Very. Let me see his letter. He told me lie should not meddle." "He tells me he has postponed it till absolutely obliged." " It was because he would not meddle that I canie." " And so now you will tell me all about it." **You see I am not sure he will marry the girl." " Dudley marry the girl ! Of course he won't. I should think not. But is he thinking of it ? " "Ye — es. I should say on the whole that he is thinking of it." A strong expletive from Sir Gilbert and a long silence followed. " What is she like, Walpole ? " " Lovely girl ; clever too ; but no money." " A German wife ! " *' Mother's English." " The boy's a fool." " I am not sure that the girl would have him." Sir Gilbert's eyes rested on Mr. Mortimer's face. LAND AHEAD ! 3 " Good heavens ! then she must be a worse fool than he is." " She likes some one else ; but the mother s sharp." " But there's Tuclor." " Oh yes ; Tudor has told lies enough to reach from here to Christmas to put her off the scent ; but what is Tudor against a woman ? " " The boy must be an ass." " And he has an ass's obstinacy about this." " Look here, Mortimer ; it shall not be," and the old man leaned forward in the bed. "It would kill me. It shall not be. Look ! leave me now; go away now. Go and make friends with that woman, or take a turn in the gardens and report to me. And take Tudor's letter to look at. I shall have made up my mind by and by." Mr. Mortimer rose and took the letter, and then, with something of compunction for the suffering of his old friend, stayed a moment by the bed-side. " I say, Vane, don't worry yourself, or make yourself worse over this. These things always come right, you know, somehow. You and I always got out of our worst scrapes you know^ B 2 4 LAND AHEAD ! And if we didn't, it was, you know, tliat Providence meant we should not." " Good heavens, Mortimer ! these are just the scrapes a young man does not get out of. He had better, far better, have a mill-stone tied round his neck." " I don't know that, I don't know that. She's a clever woman, and might keep him straight." " Keep him straight ! Just make ducks and drakes of the property, and have an incursion of her vile, smoking relatives all over the place ; with their Achs, and their Himmels, and their Jas ; all living here, and dragging down the old family name to I don't know what." " Don't excite yourself, Gilbert ; don't ! you'll only make yourself worse." " Worse ! why, I am not ill. This has cured me. Fortunate I am still alive ; there is still time to save it. I never felt so well." " Think it over quietly, Gilbert." Mr. Mortimer moved away. " I say, Walpole, do you know what I meant to make of that boy ? " He stretched out of bed, pushing back the curtains as he called after him. Mr. Mortimer LAND AHEAD ! 5 stopped on the thresliold and gently closed the door again, for he had opened it. " Ah ! dreams, my dear Vane, dreams. The young men now-a-days ^^ "Are good-for-nothing, idle, degenerate dogs, with no sort of pride or ambition in them. I meant, Walpole — I meant, Walpole," but his voice was choked, and he fell back exhausted. " I know, Gilbert, I know." Mr. Mortimer was at his bed-side again now. " L'homme propose, Vane, et Dieu dispose." But Sir Gilbert waved him away. Was he ashamed that his old friend should see the tear that trembled on his eye -lid ? As Mr. Mortimer crossed the hall on his way to the gardens he met old Douglas the butler. The old man looked very sorrowful. " It won't be for long, Mr. Walpole ; it won't be for long." "I suppose not, I suppose not," he answered, trying to steady his voice. In truth it was a shock to him. The ravages of illness he had seen certainly, but still Sir Gilbert seemed so full of vitality, he had not realized it like this. "You ought to have come sooner, Mr. Walpole." 6 LAND AHEAD ! Mr. Mortimer crushed Mr. Tudor s letter in his pocket, and looked on the floor. " I was abroad, Douglas ; a long way ofi*, Douojlas." " Oh, sir. Indeed, sir. Don't let me keep you, sir." He held the hall-door open for him, but there was something reproachful in the old man's manner. " We all wanted a friend, sir, sadly here." " I know, Douglas, I know." Then he passed out, bare-headed, with his hat in his hand. As he turned it over it brought back to him a thousand memories ; he had bought it at Sonnenthal for shade. Margaret had gone shopping with him for it. Now what a renegade he seemed. Her face seemed to haunt him remorsefully just now. " Poor little girl I sweet girl ! " A pleasant thought in connection with her seemed to cross his mind as he looked at the grand old house and its gardens and the sweep of park beyond. Mr. Tudor's letter fell on the gravel walk, and he, unconscious, turned into a summer-house close at hand. • "I am a renegade," said he, and he shut his eyes to think it out better. LAND AHEAD ! 7 Meanwhile Sir Gilbert Vane alone in his room was also trying to think it out better. Passionate indignation, affection, and disappointment were striving for the mastery in his heart. Had not he loved Dudley ? had not he striven to guide him from his childhood ? had not he educated him, and been ambitious for him, and endeavoured to implant dreams of ambition in him ? When was the seed to bear fruit ? was this all the return he should get ? what now would become of the property, of the family name ? was Dudley really a " ne'er-do-well " ? or was he at best a clod — one who understood merely how to exist? not to live ? A homely German wife, a tender- hearted, miserable woman thinking merely of her domestic hearth and household matters was in fact quite the last wife for him. Sir Gilbert could not bear it. It was ruin to all his dreams, to all his intentions. And yet was the boy so stupid ? had not Sir Gilbert's teachings made any way at all ? would Dudley really run his head against a brick wall like this ? And then Sir Gilbert fondly thought of all their conversations, of all the maxims he had tried to inculcate, of the worldly prudence he had preached, and of the higher aspirations at which he had hinted. Oh 8 LAND ahead! no ; surely if he could only be reminded of all this, if it were only put before the boy in a proper light, he must come to his senses, and all might be right yet. Then he tried to raise himself in bed, to look out on the park he loved so well, but the mental excitement had been too great for him ; he was weaker, and he fell back exhausted. It was not till an hour after, that a footstep roused him at last. " Gilbert, my poor darling, how is it now ? " There was no answer. "Poor dear, he is weaker." The wary footstep came nearer. " My poor Gilbert, would you like any- thing ? " " Go away." " Eh ? not to-day ? What ? " " How did you get in ? Is Douglas there ? " " No ; did you want him ? " " Yes." " Gilbert, I want to speak to you. "Will you hear me ? " Only silence. *' I hear from Mr. Mortimer that my boy " " Bother you and your boy ; leave me alone ; I can't be disturbed." LAND AHEAD ! 9 ■■ When, ^ve minutes after, the faithful Douglas i came, a lonof stream of blood crimsonino^ the 1 counterpane told a tale. What horror it was for ^ the faithful servant. Having burst a blood-vessel i at this stage, would it be possible now ever for | Sir Gilbert to return to even a semblance of ^ health ? ; How much hangs on trifles ! Had not Mr. Mortimer closed his eyes so persistently to all 1 mundane things, that he might more closely | consider moral and spiritual affairs, Mrs. Vane ! had learned nothing of Dudley's danger, had not ; disturbed Sir Gilbert on the unwelcome topic, and he in his turn had not burst his blood-vessel. ! Health and life now hung by a thread ; the flicker of the candle became feebler and feebler. j Thus had it happened. * ? Mr. Mortimer, silent and immovable within j the summer-house, heard a step on the gravel, ; and looking up, saw Mrs. Vane coming towards 1 him. He had his reasons therefore more than i ever for silence and absence of movement. j Suddenly there was a stop in the dreaded i advance, and warily opening his eyes, he saw the ' lady stoop and pick up a letter. Instinctively < Mr. Mortimers hand sought his pocket, and I 10 LAND AHEAD ! finding there a vacuum, lie knew at once what had happened. " She won't read it," thought he. But to his horror she read it all. He watched her face of astonishment, of dis- gust, and then he closed his eyes again. She came up to the summer-house swiftly, talking to herself. She thought she was alone. Suddenly she saw him ; she stopped abruptly, and abject curiosity and a mean spirit of thirsty revenge opened his eyes for him on her con- fusion. They contemplated each other for a moment without speaking. He knew he ought to say he had been asleep, but he could not find generosity sufiicient in his heart. "So I have been confessing myself to you, have I, Mr. Mortimer ? I had no idea you were here." " You were clever enough to find a letter I had lost, Mrs. Vane." Excuses are useless sometimes. *' You are not verv careful with Gilbert's correspondence. " Then she put the letter in his hand. " I have not read it myself yet." LA.ND ahead! 11 He half turned away from her as he perused it. How vividly it brought the man and the scenes he had lately left before him as he read. For the moment he was at Sonnenthal again. "Dear Sir Gilbert, " When you see the contents of my letter you will easily believe what a severe conflict I have had, with myself before I allowed myself to pen it ; the most urgent need alone compels me. Affection for my pupil, esteem and respect and the dislike to disturb you, alike hold me back. Duty urges me on. The fact is, my charge, I grieve to say, has become entangled, and is I fear on the eve of contracting a mesalliance with a young German girl. Do not imagine that I have been careless or neglectful. For the last month I have spent sleepless nights and anxious days. But his romantic escape from drowning had much to do with it ; and then, Sir Gilbert, when we are young — ah, sir, when we are young ! I trouble you with no details ; my chief anxiety now is to know your wishes. Would you prefer your nephew t(3 be happy in his own way, or in yours ? He is passionately epris, I warn you ; and to stop this will be very difficult,; 12 LAND ahead! his nature lias depths in it of which lately I have seen strange glimpses. But, Sir Gilbert, if this mesalliance should not meet with your appro- bation (she is a charming, most fascinating girl), why ! Tudor to the rescue ; and you may rely on me to do all that mortal man can do in such circumstances. " That this letter is private and confidential of course you understand. I think for the pre- sent Mrs. Vane had better not be informed of its subject-matter ; it might disturb her needlessly. Also, till we have your intentions plainly signified, also our young people's intentions clearly dis- cerned, silence were best. It is generally wiser to keep people in doubt and unrest about our purposes ; we have the example of the heavenly powers to illustrate this. " I beg a line as speedily as may be con- venient, and " Pray believe me, " My dear Sir Gilbert Yane, " Very faithfully yours, "Owen Tudor." " Has he answered it ? " asked Mr. Mortimer, turning absently to Mrs. Vane, who had been LAND ahead! 13 sitting on the bench beside him while he was readino^ it. " How do I know ? How should I know ? How mean of Gilbert and of you to tell me nothing about it. Am I not the boy's mother, and should I not have been the very first to have been told ? And how wicked of you, Mr. Mortimer, to come here and to go straight to Sir Gilbert about it, and to pass me over entirely. Why should any one tell Sir Gilbert at all, even if Dudley has got into any scrape ? Isn't he my son, not Sir Gilbert's ? And it is destroying his chances for ever." " I had not the honour of your acquaintance. How could I " In truth Mr. Mortimer was becoming confused. Whichever way he turned he seemed to have done wrong. How he wished he had never seen anything or said anything. " As for a mesalliance^ you know, Mrs. Vane," said he, rising, " that is all nonsense ; Miss Margaret is worth sixty thousand of Dudley." "What ! a penniless German girl ! Mr. Mortimer, you must be mad." " Perhaps I am. I think I am mad. I will go to Sir Gilbert now and see if he has written." 14 LAND ahead! " And I shall write at once to Dudley and to Mr. Tudor, and tell them what I think of their conduct." "You will only make matters worse, Mrs. Yane ; you had much better leave it alone. Take my advice." Then he went back to the house, and Mrs. Vane went to Sir Gilbert, as we have seen, with the result of the burst blood-vessel, as we have also seen. It was not till two days after that Sir Gilbert, after much thought and argument and perplexity, accomplished the dictation of the following pithy and laconic note to Mr. Tudor : — " A Vane cannot bring home a German bride. Get him away, do what you like, but stop it, and the next presentation of the living of Froghambury is yours. "Gilbert Yane." " Tudor is a clever man, Walpole. One could not expect him to take trouble without making it worth his while." But was the old baronet satisfied with this ? did he really put his whole trust in Mr. Tudor ? LAND AHEAD ! 1 5 was he going to let the matter rest there ? Oh, no ; Dudley had orders to come home if he wished to see his uncle alive once more ; plain and distinct commands that he was not to marry Miss Hoffman on any pretence whatever, while Mrs. Vane was asked daily if she had written a lecture to that fool of a boy. And even then did he rest ? No ; the old lion was not going to lie still while they threw the net over him and sought to catch him in its toils. If death was working with them, he would be before them all and win yet. Even as he got weaker and weaker the battle was going on. What rage he felt against Dudley, what disappointed pride and blighted ambition. Mortimer listened to his wailings and broken exclamations by the hour, and his heart bled for the old man. Was this to be the end of it all — of all his pride, his hopes, his fond dreams ? " I loved the boy, Walpole ; I loved him with all his faults, all his idleness. And, Walpole, I have willed everything to him, and now I cannot bear it." And suddenly one night the thought came to him — 16 LAND ahead! " I will not bear it." He touched his bell feebly indeed, but the sound gave him determination. "Douglas, I have a message to write; give me a pen and paper." Douglas, wondering, did as he was bid. "Now go, Douglas. I must think. Why, Walpole, are you there '? " " I heard your bell ; I thought I could do some- thing perhaps." " Oh no ; it is nothing. But still, as you are there — well, wait a second, I want your promise. I — do you remember, once, years ago, you and Douglas signed my will. This is different, only a promise." "All right, Gilbert. Don't excite yourself." " Walpole, I loved that boy." " I know, I know." " Douglas, you know Mr. Dudley." "Yes, sir; he will be home soon." " Home ? wait- " Then with a feeble hand he traced the following words : — '' Septemher 15, 1867. " I, Gilbert Vane, hereby make my last will and testament. My will is, that if my nephew LAND ahead! 17 Dudley Vane should disgrace himself now or at any future time by marrying one Margaret Hoffman, he is thenceforth disinherited, and can succeed to nothing of mine. By such act of his my former will is rendered null and void. In such case, all my property which should have been his shall go to my cousin Arthur Bunbury, now residing at *' The Albany," Piccadilly ; who shall take the name of Vane, and Froghambury and the wealth appertaining thereto shall be enjoyed by him and his heirs for ever after. The legacies I have willed in the former will to remain intact. *^ Sipied, ''Gilbert Vane." " Sign, Walpole," said he, in a low voice, offering him the pen. ''Have you thought ? do you mean " " It is nothing, Mortimer ; don't be afraid. Only just — nothing terrible." And something like a laugh was heard through the sick room. So Mortimer sio;ned. And then Douglas took the pen, and wrote his name below. But neither knew what they had signed. VOL. II. C 18 LAND ahead! " Thank you," and lie gave his hand to each. "Now I can die happy. I think I shall sleep now. Come to me early, Walpole. Good-night, Douglas." But he did not sleep. Neither did they. What had they signed ? Why had they humoured the old man so ? a sick man's fancy often works a world of ruin. What had they done ? As for Gilbert Vane, he held and twisted the paper in his poor feeble fingers and \vondered what he should do with it. Had it come to this ? had he nothing but revenge left for the youth he had cherished and loved and fostered ? Yet how was he to let this child he loved disgrace himself thus ? Had he not had Dudley warned, and must he not now be true to his warning ? Should he after all burn the paper, and when he were really dead he should not in fact care what became of Froghambury or of the name of Vane. "And Bunbury is a good man, and a clever man, and a rich man. Think of smoky Germans here, think of German children running all over the place, think of a German Frau, with her harsh gutterals and her homely dress and w^ays. I cannot bear it. Dudley must be saved." Presently his eye fell on an antique cabinet LAND AHEAD ! 1 9 which stood in one corner of the room ; it was of curious make and artistic design. " Ah, the secret drawer," thought he. But how was he to Q-et there ? To him it was as good as miles away. Had not he one person he could trust — not one he dared tell ? No ; he dared not tell one human being of this piece of vengeance which he had prepared. By slow and painful degrees, therefore, he strove to reach the cabinet. How long: did it take him ! Did the pitying angels look down and see what pains a human being will take to save the dearly-loved possessions after the poor body has long decayed and crumbled away ? What agony he suffered in mind and body. AYhat energy, what tenacity it required. But at last it was done. Just as the spring yielded to his touch he felt a pang of compunction. "After all, what is life? I never enjoyed it. Let him enjoy his, and be happy. My seed, his harvest. But no ; why should it be ? If he does it, only ?/he does it — so be it." . So the paper was thrust in, and the drawer closed, the spring struck, and the deed was done. An hour later, Sir Gilbert had regained his bed, C 2 20 LAND AHEAD ! and then the grey dawn was peering in between the chinks of the shutters. About eleven o'clock Mrs. Vane sued for admittance. " Tell him I have good news for him, Douglas." But Sir Gilbert was much worse to-day. He could not speak ; he could only listen. " It is all over, Sir Gilbert ; all stopped. Her father, the Professor, is dead, and they are all leaving Sonnenthal, and we are quite safe." " Who stopped it ? " ' " Mr. Tudor ; it is all right. He is bringing Dudley back." " I promised him the living. You must see to it." He was certainly much worse to-day. The doctors shook their heads over him, and looked very grave. '' The nurse must certainly But he shook his head. " Walpole may stay. That night there was a change. There had been a stillness as of death for hours ; save for the ticking of the clock on the mantel-piece, and the chimes of the old stable clock outside, the silence had not been broken, when suddenly Mortimer felt the sick man move. >> ^ LAND AHEAD ! 21 "It — was — that — killed — me, Walpole. The money." " It will be all rio'ht, Gilbert." " It has been — my death. I — cared — too — much." A long silence followed. " Shall I call the others ? Let me fetch the doctor." "No; not yet." And after awhile he added — " Just you and I." The old friends of boyhood together once more. " Walpole " '^Yes." " That will " Mortimer bent his head lower. " That you signed last night is " "Yes." " Is not right." " No ; very welL" "It is wicked." " Where ? " " There." He pointed to the window. " Destroy it. Dudley is my boy." " Yes." Then he made a sign that he wanted to write, 22 LAND ahead! so Mortimer put a pencil between his fingers and held the paper before him. "I do not wish Dudley disinlie — " and then he sank back exhausted. He fastened his eyes on Mortimer wistfully. Then presently he put his hand up to write again. " Let him succeed to all," he wrote, and pushed the paper to Mortimer. " Whatever — happens, he — must — be — happy. He — is — a — good — boy." " I will look after him." " Thank you, thank you, Walpole. I have never been happy since we were boys together." " God bless you, Gilbert." The dying man's hand was in his still. " Shall I call the rest now ? " " No ; just you and I, and peace, and God. Pray ! " So the old friend knelt beside him and prayed. The two worldly men came to God thus together at last. As he prayed Mortimer felt the grasp relax and the hand grow colder. When he looked there was a smile on the face, but the spirit had fled. CHAPTER 11. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Byron. It was long before Margaret could be roused from the stupor of sorrow into which her father's death had thrown her. When indeed she did begin to wake once more to life, the revival of old associations, the recall of old memories brought bitter pangs with them, and it was like one waking to a day of pain and wishing again for the dark hours of night. An exaggerated sense of remorse was ever present with her. She thought she had neglected her father; she thought that if she had not been so busied with her love-affairs, her " imaginary sorrows," as now in her keen grief she called them, if she had been less selfish, that then he would not have died. She thought she had been faithless to the old 24 LAND AHEAD ! affection and deep sympathy existing between them. She thought that she had been careless of the life-long, unvarying kindness he had shown her ; she knew she had been his all, and then suddenly she had taken herself away from him, and had left him comfortless ; for the sake of younger faces, and for foolish jokes, for bright smiles, and for tender speeches she had done this ; just for such false, fleeting gifts she had done it ; and now their falsehood had come home to her, and she was reaping as she had sown. When had her father's love, her father's true and loyal sympathy ever failed her ? and how had she repaid him for it ? for what had she disregarded it ? For Valentin's love ! And now was the treasure she had so ardently coveted hers ? Her dying father had thought so. But she doubted sorely. And even now, in this hour of bitter need, she almost turned away from that love. It seemed to her as though through it her loss had come upon her. It seem^ed to her that if Valentin had never come to her she and her father might have been happy together still. Her father had died thinking his place was filled and that Margaret would be happy, but in truth LAND AHEAD ! 25 her spirit turned from all sympathy ; she could not yet be comforted ; she suffered too acutely to see even Valentin. The dreary days passed by, and Dudley came, and Valentin came, and Frau Senden came, and Mr. Tudor too, but Frau Hoffman must always give the same answer : " Margaret could see no one. Two people were very happy at this, and two others w^ere very miserable. Dudley was miser- able, Valentin also ; but Frau Senden rejoiced, and Mr. Tudor 's face expanded daily under a brighter smile as his prospect of the living of Froghambury became surer and surer, and as Dudley's hopes of winning Margaret became fainter. Had not he written home letter upon letter to poor Sir Gilbert, had not post after post brought tidings of his most successful diplomacy, had not he imposed alike upon Mrs. Vane and even upon Mr. Mortimer, had not he withheld all account of the Professor's demise, till the sudden news of Sir Gilbert's very serious illness had come with a crash of reality upon him, and much alarmed at the chance of losing the living after all, he had told of the death of the Professor, and the small 26 LAND ahead! likelihood there was of Margaret ever listening to Dudley's protestations of attachment, owing to his careful representation ? Sir Gilbert's state, too, did seem to stop all probability of the match, for it immediately became imperatively necessary for the boy to go home ; and as Margaret was inexorable, and would receive no adieux or permit him to see her, he left " all hope behind " at Sonnenthal, and started off from the Valley of the Sun with a very heavy heart indeed. "But, Margot, kindlein, do see him, just for a minute ; he is your friend, your tender, devoted, kind friend," urged Mrs. Hoffman. " No, mother ; I have done him quite harm enough. He must never see me again. He must forget me. He will forget me." " And you, my child ? " " I, mother ! Oh, I want to die, that is all." But there was Valentin. Daily he came to Blumenthal asking after her. Sometimes he brought her flowers, sometimes he saw Frau Hoffman ; and the mother marked the tears in his eyes, and wished that Margot would see him. But by and by he grew angry ; his heart changed. LAND AHEAD ! 27 Margaret was cruel, faithless, negligent, selfish in her grief. " He must wait, mother," she had said. " By and by I wall see him. If he loves me he will wait. I am not strong enough to see him yet." She feared to face him yet. At last, one evening, as she sat at the window looking out on the river, and shielded from view by the flowers, Valentin passed beneath. He did not see her ; he did not even look up ; he had no idea she w^as so near to him. There was something weary, listless, dejected in his step ; his head was held low, he was looking on the ground. How difl'erent from the bright, triumphant Valentin she had known. Her heart smote her. What w^as she doing ? Was she right to indulge her grief in this way ? She looked after him as long as she could, and when her mother came in she was surprised at the change of expression on her daughter's face. " Why, have you heard, child ? " " What, mother ? " " Oh, I thought you had. There seems more interest, more life in your face than I have seen there for a long time." 28 LAND ahead! A half-conscious blush overspread the sad countenance. " What could I hear, mother ? " " Only my plan. I thought some one might have told you. Do like it, Margot. Do fall in with it. It is this : I want to go and live in England." Frau Hoffman was startled with the cry of joy the girl gave. " Do let us, mother. That would be a fresh, free life. Anything to get away." " Can you leave it all so easily ? " '^ I cannot bear it. Every corner, every picture, every flower reminds me of him. Take me away, mother." "But the others, Margot — Count von Brode- rode, eh ? " " He will come too, perhaps. Or he will marry Frau Sen den, perhaps. At all events then we shall know." " But, Margot, I think he loves you. He comes so often ; he wants to see you so much." " Does he, mother ? " The tones were so soft Frau Hoffman did not answer, and presently she left Margaret alone. LAND AHEAD ! 29 "If he would come now — just now," sighed Frau Hoffman to herself. But he did not. There at Sonuenfels he was singing a song with Lotta. If he had only known But if there were no ifs life would not be the cheat it is, and un happiness would not be so universal. It was Valentin's last night at Sonnenfels, and Margaret would not say good-bye. * That night Margaret went out on the house-top, and Fritz lay down by her side. The dog seemed all the comfort left to her now. For the first time since her father's death the lights of Sonnenfels tempted her, and shone out as from a castle of enchantment. Was Valentin really- thinking of her now ? was he sad ? was he suffering ? was he, above all, true ? As she looked at the gathering stars, shining so stead- fastly over her head, she longed inexpressibly to know that — ^just that, Was he true ? A moment later, she went down-stairs to the court-yard, where Gretchen was knitting her stocking at the gate. It was the first time she had been there since her father died. Every step was an arrow in her heart, every step brought her loneliness home to her more forcibly. 30 LAND ahead! " Gretchen, will you do something for me ? " " Surely, Fraulein, surely." The girl looked at her, surprised. Why had she come down thus ? " Will you take a letter for me to Sonnenfels ? " "Yes, that I will." And Gretchen smiled with pleasure. Her youno^ mistress was comino; back to life. Jo o " You had better take Fritz with you ; it is late." The letter was soon written. It was to Valentin^, and it was simple enough. " Will you come and see me ? I have been very selfish. Are you my friend still ? "Always your " Maegaret.". "Just leave it, Gretchen, that is all." Lotta's voice rose clear and pure through the room at Sonnenfels ; Valentin standing beside her, joining in the song, thought he had never known her so fascinating, so handsome. " How brilliant, how devoted, how true she is," thought he. The door opened, and the servant entered with a note. LAND AHEAD ! 3 1 " For me ? " asked Frau Senclen, putting out her hand. Just then, a black form stopped for a second outside tlie window. " " I thought I saw Fritz ; is it Fritz ? " exclaimed Valentin. And out he dashed, considerinor if it mio;ht be Margaret's dog ; strangely excited. The note was Margaret's note for Valentin. Lotta knew the handwriting. She was alone. The temptation was irresistible. She opened it, and read it. Then without a moment's hesitation, she lit the corner of the letter from the candle beside her, and when Valentin returned, he found her carelessly sweeping away some light ashes of burnt paper. " Was it Fritz ? " asked she. "No. I could not see him. There was nothing." " Sing to me, Valentin ; it is your turn now." How her fingers trembled ; and why was she so pale and so pre-occupied ? But she said it was the music. "That song of yours always excites me so." 32 LAND AHEAD ! And Valentin, reassured, sang on— sang to forget Margaret, afterwards slept hoping to forget her ; and next day, when he passed Blumenthal, he swore in his heart he would sing all his life long, and forget her soon successfully. CHAPTER III. When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat ; Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay, To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possessed. — Dryden, And meanwhile the weary night wore away with Margaret, and after that the heavy blank days dragged by, and hope deferred made her heart sick, and she lived on, heavily and wondering. At last she learned that Valentin had gone. Gone ! She repeated the word wearily to herself, at first without understanding it, at last with some dawning consciousness, and then she felt stunned with the sense of it. So he was not true. He had not cared. He had been playing with her ; amusing himself, shamming sympathy all the time. He was not her friend after all. He certainly never love.d VOL. II. D 34 LAND ahead! her, though his looks had sworn it a hundred times, and his tongue had softly told it. It was all false. His very thoughts and looks and smiles were false ; and if he were false, then for Margaret the whole world was false too. He had been her world. She knew it now. And he too had known it ! He must have seen her worship, her trust, her faith in his strength, in his goodness, in his greatness. And after all, nothing of it existed. The idol must crumble, must perish. And she, without faith, without trust, without ideal, without — yes, almost without God, for in this He too seemed to have failed her, to have misled her, to have tempted her, she must henceforth be ship- wrecked and alone. Gone I There is something hopeless, despairing, abandoned in the very cadence of the word. The last part of the word, the dying sound of it is painful, heai't-rending. How weary, footsore, forlorn, and heart-broken she seemed to be now. How blajik the path of her future life. And her father had trusted as she had. If now the dead father knew, as she now knew. Did he know ? could he see ? LAND AHEAD ! 35 Surely if so, he forgave her now ; surely now her suffering entitled her to be forgiven for her temporary negligence, and her temporary faith- lessness. If only Valentin had not said he was good, if he had not made her believe in him, had not made her trust him — had not walled himself round with brilliant theories, and if he had not now pulled them all down with him, and left her nothing, then the suffering had been less ; if only he had not painted of himself a portrait of strength and intelligence and effort, which portrait had won her highest admiration and her heart, then she had not suffered so much. But now all had been taken away from her, and she was alone. No friendship, no love, no sympathy more. Then carefully she sought back in her memory for how she could have offended him, how she could have wounded him, but his conduct was inexplicable. Had he thought she had encouraged Dudley Vane ? Was it wrong to have taken that last walk with Dudley ? But Valentin knew she did not care for Dudley. She had only gone because he did not care, and because he had told her to go. And then thinking it all over, regrets for the D 2 86 LAND AHEAD ! briglit thoughtless past seemed to surge over her in a vain irrepressible crowd. She even began to pity Dudley, and to wonder if he had suffered half as much as she herself suffered now. And later, slowly, it came to her, that now at all events she was alone. She must live alone, be alone, stand alone, bear her life by herself. *^ One can make one's life for oneself," said she doubtfully to herself. " I will carve out mine by myself," and at last she said with sudden strength, " I will make my life as beautiful as I can. Frau Hoffman could understand nothing of her efforts, of her gropings in the dark ; she was miserable about her. " No, my dear," she said to Frau Steingracht, " she does nothing ; she seems quite prostrate. I had no idea she cared for her father so much. She cries herself to sleep, and then she wakes to cry again. I don't think she does much else. I must get her away as soon as I can." So she hurried on the departure for England as fast as she could, and herself felt a sort of buoyancy at leaving Sonnenthal. Margaret had fits of helpfulness, she did all she could, and even Frau Hoffman's eyes filled with tears more than LAND ahead! 37 once as she saw the girl's pathetic efforts over herself and her attempts at usefulness. ^' I don't know how we shall live, Kindlein, we shall be very poor, but there will be more satis- faction in making the two ends meet in London than here at Sonnenthal. Bertram has taken a little house for us in Hans Place. I never heard of such a locality. But we must not be particular." " How I shall like to see London, mother." In truth she longed for change, for new life, for something to give her new ideas, a fresh impetus, another start. When at last the day of departure came, and she stood with her mother and Gretchen and. Fritz on the steamer, waving adieus to Frau Senden, who had just covered her with kisses as she wept over her, and to Frau Steingracht, who was there with many of the townspeople and many friendly faces — as she saw Blumenthal for the last time, and Sonnenfels smiled down on her also its final adieu, she felt almost glad. An oppression, a weight seemed lifted off her. A new life seemed possible. Certainly the pleasures of the new life seemed doubtful and uncertain when soon after, on a 38 LAND ahead! dreary October evening, they drove up to the little house in Hans Place. But Margaret was young, and she resolutely pushed her doubts and fears aside, and determined to seek only for possible silver linings behind the clouds. Strange fitful gleams of light they were breaking through the monotony of that quiet life ; nothing but gloom and solitude at first seemed prepared for the two women. Former friends were dispersed or dead, acquaintances looked doubtfully and hesitatingly at Mrs. Hoffman, as though her resurrection were too confusing for their weak but busy minds, and the golden dreams of companionship and con- genial society in which both the mother and daughter had indulged seemed fated for extinction. But still exceptions to this stranded forlorn life there were. Now and again an old friend found them out ; now an artist invited them to his studio, or it was one of that literary clique which Mrs. Hoffman had looked upon in her younger days as holding the gates of paradise, who recognized her, and grateful for former kindnesses, oblivious to all distinctions of position, now gave her his friendship once again, and delighted both Margaret and herself with his LAND AHEAD ! 39 sallies of genius and his tales of tlie years which she had s|)ent far away. Such a one was Bertram Powys, no longer young save in heart. Or now it was some " theatrical," who had begun years ago by " amateuring/' and thereby victimising all his friends, amongst them Mrs. Hoffman. Later, he had recognized the grandeur of his art, and its worthiness of self-sacrifice and devotion, and he had embraced it now as his profession. Many were the boxes and stalls which, through Orford Ellis, lightened the long nights of that dreary winter for our " returning exiles." Beyond it all Margaret's spirit sighed for some- thing more. Art truly is a great consoler, but at times the human spirit desires real human sympathy ; it desires absolute truth and absolute sincerity. When we are still young and indulge in boundless hopes, and in faith of our right to happiness. Art withholds this individual sym- pathy. We work it out later for ourselves. Mrs. Hoffman, though disappointed at the stern realities of London, was not so dejected as Margaret. She had foreseen something of the dull commencement of their life, and she had resolved to put her shoulder to the wheel and work steadily against it. 40 LAND AHEAD ! " Margaret herself, poor child," thought the mother, " cannot understand it all yet ; not more than Fritz ; but she will in time." Certainly Fritz did not understand it. Life, shut up in the little house in Hans Place, was a very dull affair indeed compared to his free existence by the dancing Ehine. Here the very people seemed dull and busy, they had no time for play, and there was no river at all. He looked up piteously in the faces of all the members of the household, and his only real enjoyment was in the morning when Margaret took him to the Serpentine for a swim. At first she would throw in his stick mechanically, but presently his excite- ment and his earnestness would make her laugh, and rouse her to a sense of pleasure in movement. And through it all where were her thoughts ? Where should they be but with Valentin. How strange it was for her now in this cloudy land to look back on that bright dream in the valley of sunshine. How almost impossible it was for her to believe that this dull girl, walking along the London pavements, full of aspiration indeed and of effort, and catching rare glimpses of possible happiness in a world of art and imag- ination, was the same girl who had sunned herself LAND AHEAD ! 41 in the vivid sunshine of the hour ; had asked for nothing more, but believing in it had been content. Was it really to her that Valentin had uttered this tender saying, had smiled thus ? Had he really let her apparently rule him ? Was it really because of some innocent raillery of hers, uttered in the innocent joy of her heart, that his handsome face had clouded so suddenly, and ill-restrained passion had shown itself with so much strength ? Had she really had that power ? Oh no, it was all false ! a hideous imposture ! He had not cared. It was nothing. He had slipped out of her life now, and had gone od his way light-hea.rted as ever. Only the other day she had read his name in a German paper as figuring in some military review ; she had seen him once so, and then he had been the onlv man on the ground for her ; he had passed brilliant and splendid in all the paraphernalia of his Prussian uniform, and with his charger as proud as himself, and he had saluted her. Now — he might pass. He would still be the only man on the ground for her amid the thousands there, but for her he would be silent, statuesque, nothing. Later there came a paper with an account of all the gay doings at Berlin, and of a fancy ball, and of Valentin's dress. She 42 LAND ahead! thoiiglit of him dancing, smiling in girls eyes, making love — faugh ! she felt sick at heart, and went out with Fritz to the Serpentine. How she began to hate beauty now ; to hate smiles, to loathe tenderness. How she longed for truth ; and she sought for it in ugly guises, because she thought it more likely to be there. The most blunt manners, the most ungainly figures, the most uncompromising faces, the severest tongues, the faintest smiles, these caught her eye now. Once and again she felt herself musing over Dudley Vane, and his out-spoken passion. That was true ? surely that was true. But she would not let herself dwell on that ; always her thoughts came back with an intensity past description to Valentin. Could he really let her go like this ? and not care • what became of her, or what she did with her life ? Had he only cared while it amused him and cost him nothing, and now as soon as some effort and determination and some self-sacrifice were needed, did he care no longer ? Was she really quite alone ? After having been so much, everything to each other had it ended in this — a blank nothing ? Were all his theories of friendship, of constancy and of self-denial false after all, thrown out to captivate LAND AHEAD ! 43 her, and now that she was caught to be left lying loose and empty as a noose no longer needed ? Was she left to make her way alone in this new life without one crumb of the sympathy she so dearly prized ? But there came a sudden rousing from these sad thoughts at last. Margaret was not wholly deserted ; her life was not to be wasted thus. Stern necessity woke both herself and her mother from all apathy, from idle self-reproach, and from vain repinings. A gaunt figure tracked them through the streets, met them at home, even scared gentle Margaret in her solitary musings. Action was imperative, for poverty stared them in the face. Action imperative. But what were these two to do ? By slow degrees it had come home to Mrs. Hoffman that living in London, even so quietly as she was doing, was a very different affair from living at Sonnenthal. Their little amusements must be curtailed, their little com- forts done without ; and it was curious how as gloom settled more imperiously on Mrs. Hoffman, and pinings and revilings against her distant and negligent connections, against society, and against even her poor departed husband were heard more 44 LAND ahead! and more, Margaret's spirit seemed to rise to the occasion, and she seemed to take a fierce delight in the tumult of adversity against which she had to contend. But she was young and believed in life yet ; Mrs. Hoffman was reaching even-tide, was tired and sick of work and of aspiration, save other peoples', and those she deemed her lawful amusement. She had no thirst for success as had Margaret ; no longing to give that inner tumult expression. " At all events, Margaret, you and I can do nothing ; we can but sit at home and save. We cannot make money." " It sounds dull, mother. If we have not got it to spend, we might at least amuse ourselves by trying to make it. Let us do something." " Woman's work, child, never makes money. It only spends itself." But let her mother laugh as she might, Margaret resolved to try. Had they not all sorts of people around them who lived entirely by their brains ? surely, surely she could do something. Margaret cultivated Intellect and Art more assiduously than ever, reverenced the Drama with a more constant worship even than before. LAND AHEAD ! 45 and hung on the pearls of wisdom that dropped from the lips of all the strange-looking, bad com- plexioned young men who frequented their house, with a devotion that would have been amusing if it had not been so pathetic. The interest thus kindled in her soul did her good. She saw afc least an opening for effort, a glimpse of a life beyond this dull present. Ah ! how strangely our views of work and of life alter. At first, work sounds but a sad, uninteresting word, heavy, hard ; afterwards we dread life with- out it ; later, we despise life without it. Its necessity is perhaps saddening, but then viewed truly in the noblest light, is it not elevating ? When faith in all else has left us, does not our work remain with us, even after us, and do we not turn to it as we would to a trusted friend, if any friend were so trustworthy, and even there find our happiness ? CHAPTER IV. , But lately, one rough day, this flower I past, And recognized it, though an alter'd form, ! Now standing forth an offering to the blast, j And buffeted at will by rain and storm. i Wordsrvorth. \ Fritz swimming in the Serpentine, and Mrs. Hoffman and Margaret in their waterproof cloaks sittinof on a bench lookino; on. " I am almost tempted to give up, Margaret. This is hopeless work." " I am full of hope, mother." " Because those scatter-brained fellows have been filling your head with nonsense. Well, we must all buy our experience, I suppose ; but, Margot, you ought to believe me and take what I have bought. There is not time for you. We shall both be dead before the purchase is completed." " AA^hat would you do, mother ? " " We might go back to Sonnenthal ; we have LAND AHEAD ! 47 friends there. We might teach English. We might even keep a school." Margaret shuddered. *' Oh, the drudgery ! And not at Sonnenthal, mother, not there." " Of course, I know your music and your acting and your drawing are all very pleasant, but they will not make money. They require drudgery too." " I know, mother — but I am writing a book.'* Mrs. Hoffman laughed a bitter, sarcastic, irritated laugh. *' You are groping in the dark, child." *'That artistic or literary life is so pleasant, mother. One seems to progress to something higher daily." " Sentimentally, perhaps. But in fact, Margot, there is but one way for ladies to earn money." *' How, mother ? " " To marry some rich man." Margaret was silent. "Not that I see any rich man at hand just now." " You need not look, mother. I should never do it." " Why not ? " 48 LAND AHEAD ! " I could never deceive any one like that." " Are we not deceived every day ? " " Yes, we are." Both mother and daughter were thinking of Valentin. " But that is no reason, mutterlein, why we should deceive others. Let us show them what sincerity is, on the contrary." " Ah ! bah ! you are too good for this world. Hans put these ridiculous notions in your head. There need be no deception about it either. You would make a rich man a very good wife I am sure, and would be leading a good, useful life too. Besides, if little birds do not feather their nests for themselves, Margot, no one else will do it for them. You ought to have married Dudley Vane." '' Oh, mother! " " Fine place, lots of money ; did I not read the will in the ' Illustrated London News ' the other day ? Everything left to him absolutely, except one or two legacies. By the way, Mr. Mortimer had a good large legacy." ''Had he?" "And think what you might have made of that boy ! " " It would not have been an interesting occupation, mother." LAND AHEAD I 49 "Any how it would have been better than this, watchinor Fritz shakino^ the w^ater out of his coat, and our only excitement having a troop of scatter-brained geniuses and penniless authors to supper by and by." " Why are clever people so often poor I wonder ? " " I suppose necessity sharpens their wits, or they might never find they had any. After all, I had rather have no wits than no income. Poverty sticks in my throat, it is nauseous." " I am not sure, mother. Really I do not think I mind it much." Mrs. Hoffman gave a sudden start ; a flush of crimson overspread her countenance, her eyes brightened, her manner became youthful, her very bonnet looked smarter, and the folds of her gown seemed to have somethinof more allurincy and less dowdy about them. " Margaret, look ! " A young man, carelessly swinging his stick, was approaching them. But if the heightened colour mantled on Mrs. Hoffman's matronly cheek, all life seemed to fade from Margaret. The very essence of despair was pictured in her look. Pale, hopeless, like an, VOL. IL E 50 LAND ahead! animal at bay, she sat shrinking on the bench, almost cowering behind her mother's now upright and hopeful figure. " Oh, mother !" " A friend in need, I declare ! Dear Dudley Vane ; how well he is looking ! " " Do not speak to him ; let him pass us, mother. Do not attract his attention ! " " Well," said her mother, looking down at her contemptuously, and sniffing the air, as a war- horse preparing for action, " you are a constant friend, I am sure ! See how pleased Fritz is 1 " She said this as she rose, and Fritz was close at her side. '' Mr. Vane ! Mr. Vane ! " Her two hands were outstretched, on her face was the sweetest smile she could achieve, her attitude one of charmed expectation. " Mr. Vane, how delightful ! " Margaret sat looking on. Fritz looked too. Dudley Vane pulled up short. At first the colour fled from the youth's face, then suddenly in great tumultuous waves it came rushing back ; Margaret need not doubt his constancy. " Is it you ? " asked he, losing all his presence of mind, wrenching his hand away from Mrs. LAND ahead! 51 HofFman, and tuniinor to Marofaret as if he were groping in the dark. And Margaret pitied him. He must be helped back to himself. This was dreadful. So she lauorhed. " Yes ; it is — * Two more unfortunates Scanty of breath, Eashly importunate, Catching their death.' " But he could not laugh. He was too full of glad surprise as he sat down on the bench beside them. " I thought you were still in Germany ?" " One would think we had been dead and were risen again to look at you," said Mrs. HofFman, lauorhino^. " And Fritz too," murmured he, stooping to pat the wet dog. " Look at his garments Clinging like cerements ; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from his clothing ; Take him up instantly Loving, not loathing ! " " Loathing, indeed ! I should think not," said Dudley. " Touch him not scornfully ; Think of him mournfuUy." E 2 52 LAND ahead! *' Be quiet, child. Do let us talk sensibly," said Mrs. HofFman. " And what are you doing in England ? " asked Dudley, turning to Margaret awkwardly, blushinor still. o " Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Eash and uudutiful." " I shall go home directly, child, if you go on with that nonsense." " Fancy calling ' The Bridge of Sighs ' non- sense. But, mother, perhaps we had better go home. Seriously, Mr. Vane, we are not fit or becoming friends for you now ; we are very poor, mother and I ; you can have no notion how poor we are. We think we must go away again." " We have no occupation, and are vagrants — " " What ! no home ? no house ? " " Oh ! " and Margaret laughed merrily, " not so bad as that. But we really are too poor to ' get on ' in society, as my mother calls it, and we have nothing to do, unless — mother — we might teach German. Shall we teach you German ? " " Are not people kind to you. Queen Daisy ? Don't they ask you to their parties ? The brutes ! " LAND AHEAD ! 53 ''They have not seen her yet," said Mrs. Hoffman, meekly. " Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity, Under the sun ; Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole hasket full Cards she had none," '' You'll send him away, Kindlein, you really will send him away," said Mrs. Hoffman in German. *'And so it is dull?" asked he, innocently, wishing she would not chaff any longer. " Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement. From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Ball-less by night." *' You expected more fun ? like Sonnenthal ? " *' In we plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The London stream ran ; Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Wealthy young man." " But you will stay ? Where do you live ? " *^16, Hans Place," said Mrs. Hoffman with alacrity. 54 LAND ahead! "You'll find Fritz always," said Margaret. ^ ' Poor ignorant Germany-bred Fritz ; innocent dog." •'* See his eyes, close them, Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity. As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on futurity." Dudley Vane walked home with them, and as they went, Mrs. Hoffman, too much irritated with Margaret to speak to her, carefully extracted from the youth as much news as she could. *'And you are a rich man now, Sir Dudley Vane ; a great man ? " " Oh no ; not that. Everything was left to me ; we always expected it would be." " It will give you a great deal to do." " I don t care about it much." **And ce cher Monsieur Tudor?" asked Mrs. Hoffman. " Oh, he is very happy. My uncle promised him the family living when it should be vacant. He has gone abroad again." "He told us you would be very poor," said Mrs. Hoffman, almost querulously. " Did he ? " LAND AHEAD ! 55 "And can you tell us any news of Sonnen- thal " " No ; I know none." " Or of Mr. Mortimer ? " " He is somewhere in London." " Or of Count von Broderode ? " asked Margaret. " No : I know nothins; of him." Margaret looked pained, and there was a silence. " Will you come in this evening ? " asked Mrs. Hoffman, when he offered to leave them, " we shall have a few friends ; they may amuse you — pray come." He promised, only too delighted, and perhaps had never gone but for that chance of speedy return. " Mother, what are you doing ? I don't want him. I will not have him encouraged. It is not lair. " Margaret, how could you ask after Valentin ? Anything so stupid I never heard." " They were such friends." **At first, but at the end you know Frau Steingracht told me they never spoke. How could you do it ? " " I did it on purpose. Do you think it cost me nothing ? " 56 LAND AHEAD ! Would this mother and daughter ever under- stand each other ? Would they ever really be perfect friends, or help each other to happiness ? Margaret sat at her little window, looking out on the square, with Fritz's great head pillowed on her knee. " Oh ! Fritz," said she, with a miserable fore- boding of coming undefined evil pressing at her heart, " what is going to happen to us ? Look at the trees, Fritz. Don't they look as if little invisible spirits were playing on the branches — ■ moving: them at will ? How I wish they would come and help us away somewhere, Fritz. I feel free here no longer." ^* Are you in London for long? " she asked of Dudley that evening, as he hung over the piano while she played. " I am up on business," said he ; '' there are things to sign." " Oh ! that won't take long." " I can make it as long as I like." " Oh I you can, can you ? " Groups were scattered, busily engaged in conversation, through the two tiny rooms ; and Dudley came nearer to Margaret, but just then LAND AHEAD ! 57 a tall, impassioned-looking man stepped up, and Margaret smiled provokingly. " What a rest it is to come here and listen to you," said the man with the musical face, as he threw himself carelessly into a low chair close at her side. " Music is a rest," said she, softly, " to those who play as well as to those who hear." " And we hear differently," said Bertram Powys, joining in the conversation, '' according to what we need and want to hear. It is like Nature. It has beauties most for those who seek them, and soothing power for those who believe in it." " I think," said Margaret, *' music is very indefinable. And yet I would sooner go to it for comfort than to any other of the arts. It always gives us what we want. Often I cannot say what it is that an air or a tone tells me, and yet it has told me just what I needed for comfort or for streng;th." " Yes," said Orford Ellis, '' and though it may say one thing to you, another thing to me, yet it will have left the same broad impression on both of us." " No," said Bertram, " the same pleasure perhaps, but not the same impression." 58 LAND AHEAD ! " Not the same impression ! " echoed Dudley. « We receive it differently according to our humour or state. The delight at the melody may be the same, the gratitude to the musician the same, but the note that to you may speak rest or peace, to me may be one of warning or of encouragement ; to you it may be comfort, to me it may bring a tide of vain regrets, of faded memories, or of solemn doom." '^ Is not that too sentimental ? " said Mrs. Hoffman. "Are you not putting too much of yourself and your own spirit into the music when you think of it thus ? " asked Margaret. " Perhaps Italian music may be turned as you say, but our German music is almost too full of deep feeling to allow of its being twisted to your thoughts thus." "I do not know. But it has always seemed to me," answered Bertram, " that just when words fail, music steps in to our aid." " Yes," said Ellis, " and the meaning shown to others, it goes farther still, and helps us to realize our own selves. It is the language of the soul, the delicate vibrations of which the tongue cannot utter." LAND AHEAD ! 59 A silence fell upon them ; and presently Margaret, to dissipate the transitory gloom, let her fingers run over the notes, and almost insensibly became absorbed in an air of Chopin. Dudley watched the faces around him brighten- mcr, as the well-known notes trilled out 1 How curious it seemed to him to be standing here, in this room full of strangers ; only Mrs. Hoffman and Margaret well-known to him ; and to be watching her, apparently so esteemed and admired by all those men ; so calm, so self- possessed, so different seemingly from the Margaret of Sonnenthal ! How she seemed to delight in their knowledge and cleverness, but how few and how transient were the smiles playing on her face now. As for him, he had not had one real smile yet ! Why ? Soon the strife of tongues began again, and when Margaret rose from the piano, Dudley found himself followino^ her almost unconsciously. But she seemed weary of him ; she turned sharply, and introduced him to a lady sitting there. The lady was stout and stupid. "Mrs. Ellis, Sir Dudley Yane. Mrs. Ellis sings so charmingly ; you will sing to us, will you not ? " 60 LAND ahead! So Mrs. Ellis rose and went to the piano, and Dudley found himself back again there. His ears, however, only heard the conversation around Margaret, and they only dwelt on the words she said. '' You are cruel ! " said one of the men to Margaret. " Impossible," replied she. " Unfeeling coquette ! " "You are unjust," she said. "A coquette," said another, "is that savage beast of civilization who tortures people of intellect, but they sometimes get their revenge by means of an imbecile." Margaret blushed hotly. " You are all like ships at sea," said she, " who cannot make the harbour for want of a light- house to show you where it is.'^ " We are blind, ignorant people, who know nothing." " I thought Mr. Wemyss had promised us his new play to-night," said Margaret lightly. " Ah ! " said a sallow -looking man, drawing a deep sigh, " it was wanted, the manager would not wait. It was unfinished and bad, all unfit — but, alas ! LAND ahead! 61 * The unhappy man who once has trail'd a pen, * Lives not to please himself, but other men.'" " Ah, well ; let it be. We are born unfinished. Let it grow to perfection.'' ** But, my friend, we should try to perfect our- selves, not to let our friends perfect us." '*Miss Margaret," said an enthusiastic man leaning across the table to her, as he suddenly seemed to issue from the gloom of meditation and self-contemplation, " we are all idolators ; some of one thing, some of another. What do you worship ? " For a moment Dudley's eyes met hers, but she lowered them instantly and coldly, to raise them the next moment steadily to those of her questioner. " Truth," said she. There was a pause. " Can you find it 1 " asked he in a softer tone. "No," said she bitterly. "If I could, perhaps I should not worship it." "You will find it some of these days," said Bertram Powys, in a slow hesitating voice, " not as you expect it or as you want it ; but you will work it out for yourself somehow/'' " And shall I be content with it ? " 62 LAND AHEAD ! " Yes ; at least you would not willingly part with it/' "As for me, I worship Fame/' said a young man standing by, who had been trying to snuff the candle. " AVhich neither can you find/' There was a laugh at his expense. ' " And I Honour," said another. " And T Wealth," said another. There was a groan of horror. '' I do. If I were rich what poetry I would write ; how I would trim it and clip it and polish it ; for there would be no hurry, and my life would be spent in a dream of beauty — intellectual and artistic ; now time is money, and I can afford no dreams at "all. But I have always to be shaking myself roughly, to be clip- ping everything everywhere, and to be calculating always the shortest cut to any point. Doesn't Charles Lamb say, ' how I wish I were a rich man, even though I were squeezed camel-fashion at getting through that needle's eye that is spoken of in the Written Word ?^ If I were only rich I would publish beautiful editions of my own beauti- ful works, and never be beholden to, or be at the mercy of, any publisher at alh" LAND ahead! 63 " You might perhaps be carried away by your imagination, and cultivate some weeds of your production amidst the flowers/' " At least I should not be dependent on the bad taste and popular opinion of the day ; fame depends on gaining the ear of the crowd." "And the crowd is fickle, as in the days of Caesar and Brutus and Antony." "At all events/' said another, "the crowd is never grave for long. I am sure comedy is always more successful than tragedy/' " Yes," said Orford Ellis. " Humour is a wonderfully precious gift, it is like giving away handfuls of happiness. Voltaire says, you know — " Tous les gens sais ont le don precieux De mettre en bon train tous les gens serieux." " Humour is but mimicry," said the aspirant after wealth. " Is that ever poetry ? " "I do not know," said Bertram, " but I know it has always paid to make people laugh ; publishers tell you so every day, and what great comedian cannot command his own terms ? " '^ Ah ! " said Margaret, " I must look about for jokes ; my book must be funny." " What sort of book is it to be ? " asked they, lauo^hinor. 64 LAND AHEAD ! " A novel, of course/' "Is it to be a novel with no sort of harm in it — for young girls ? or one for old maids ? they like stories of every -day life, quite calm and unsensational, with some terrible piece of mascu- line wickedness to be unveiled at the end, and injured innocence triumphant. Stories of martyred women like themselves, who sit day by day over their knitting, counting one, two, slip one, knit three ; while their hearts beat irregularly, and a volcano smoulders in their souls. Such stories of lives knitted away, and a crown of glory (for the knitting) at the end." " Or will you write a sportsman's novel ; sport and scandal and a good spice of immorality ? " "Or an old gentleman's novel, in which, careless of period or of too studied a language, they can unravel some knotty point of the law, or laugh again at seeing themselves or their contemporaries in some former political scrape ? " " Or give us a love story for the young people ? " " Or a social story for the chaperons F'^ " Or for the more thoughtful, a story with a purpose ? " LAND AHEAD ! 65 "You will frighten her from attempting a story at all," said Mrs. HoflPman. " A purpose ! Yes ! you shall have a purpose ; but it will be so veiled," said Margaret, " that only half of you will find it out. But T have been sadly puzzled in thinking about the novels of the present day. Try one's best, fulfil one's best aspirations, put one's best work into it, and then see — is it likely to take ? " " No," said several of the young men. *'Art pulls one this way, and the publishers, press, and public opinion pull one that. Who cares for ideals ? Who cares for art ? " " You must gild the pill, Miss Hoffman," said Bertram. " The public is but a baby after all, it likes bright colours, and as for strong meat, you know it is taught to feed only by degrees." " If one dwells on events," said one of the youngest of the guests, " that have the highest spiritual significance, so as to show more vividly the spiritual meaning and work of a life, — who cares for spiritual significance or result ? " "No," said he who had advised humour. " Are not amusing incidents rather preferred ? " "And rightly so," said Orford Ellis. "We have sculptures, pictures, poetry, to show us VOL. II. F 66 LAND AHEAD I beauty and trutli, and essentially art. Who wants metaphysics and morals in a novel ? Is not a novel a thing taken up after a day of labour, or in a moment of tooth-ache, or in an hour of suffering or ennui — when any effort or mental strain, or any great admiration would weary us intolerably ? No ! make a moral, if you please, to satisfy yourself for toiling over so many miles of foolscap, but let it be a good flaring moral, something that shall strike us at once, that will require no search. We are but superficial readers, and prefer books without a purpose to one that requires thought. For that we can go to our learned men, the prophets and martyrs of science." " No," said Bertram, " save coarse amusement, the novel-reading world wants nothing. It cannot rise to art's devotion, or to art's joy. It is in love with itself, and will make art sub- servient to its wants if it can. It will never trouble itself to rise to art's level. It laughs at art singing over its head, it laughs at those who find peace in listening to its songs, it says, ' Come down, that we may hear you.' "' " That is like trying to make an angel human," said Margaret. LAND ahead! 67 " But there are a few of us," said Bertram, proudly, " who worship our angel undisturbed." There was a laugh of sympathy. "Always it has been so, I believe," said a bright-faced youth ; " always true artists have rebelled against the trammels of society, and against its miserable pettifogging convention- alities." " They have been compelled," said one of the former speakers, " to close the door of their work-shop against the turmoil and unreasonable unrest of the world, and have opened it gladly to the sympathy and congeniality which their fellow- workers have brought them." " Ah ! what should we do without each other ? " exclaimed Ellis. " The encouragement, the strength companionship gives us ; the— shall I say it ? The valuable ideas one gets from each other ; the — saving clauses — we bestow — ^" The sarcasms which save us from hideous rum. "The imagination our witty conversations kindle." "The How late it is! Mrs. Hoffman, we must go ! '^ F 2 68 LAND ahead! " I should like to know your histories — your literary histories, I mean," said Margaret. Laughter and quaint smiles broke out. " That was a saving clause certainly," said one. " Our odd Bohemian lives are much more interesting than those of other mortals," said another. " I am sure of it,'' said Margaret. ^' But don't wish to be rich, Mr. Montague. This is much better. I like what you do. You all do some- thing ; you all teach something. Eich people mostly teach us how to exist, how to stagnate, how to bear fate ; you teach how to over- come it." It was late indeed. Departure was the order of the .hour. Dudley stood by Margaret. '' I shall not forget this evening in a hurry.'' " Have you liked it ? " " I remember what you said." *'WhatdidIsay?" *' You said you cared most for truth." ^•' Did I ? " " Do you remember our evening at Biberich ? " ^' Yes." " All I said then was true, is true now, and always will be. I am true." LAND ahead! 69 Margaret did not look up or answer. " Do you believe me ? " '*I cannot hear you, I will not, must not believe you." Just then her mother bustled up. "Dear Sir Dudley, a dull evening for you, I am afraid. I was obliged to talk to Mrs. Ellis." " May I come again ? " " Will you 1 That will be kind. As often as ever you like. We have not much to offer, but w^hile you are in town pray make this your home or head-cjuarters, or whatever you like to call it." " You must have so many friends in London," stammered Margaret. " But I would rather come here than any- where," said he. " You will find us very dull and busy," said she, with a sudden effort. " As for me, I shall be always at my novel. I am going to overcome fate so." Her mother laughed. " And I will blot the pages for you," said Dudley. " Will you ? " said the girl, angrily. " No one shall touch one of my pages till I choose. Good-night, Sir Dudley." 70 LAND ahead! She was gone. "Do not mind her/' said Mrs. Hoffman. " Our poverty makes her querulous, I think. Come to-morrow and let us have a talk.'' So he went away literally happy after all. Was not Mrs. Hoffman on his side ? " Fancy our having a talk," laughed Mrs. Hoffman to herself, as she lit her candle. " Who ever heard Dudley talk, except Mar got ? What a long solo I shall have to play if the child is not civH." CHAPTER V. But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true, fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. Julius CcBsaVy Act iii. Sc. 2. Cela est parfaitement beau, mais cela est bien ennuyeux. Mme. de Longueville. Hitherto Dudley Vane had hated London. It was dull, gloomy, it was horrible. But now " a change came o'er the spirit of his dream," and there was, he thought, no place like London. It was curious how many things he had to see, how much business he had to finish before he could think of going back to Froghambury. For the present, certainly, the idea of returning to the country was quite out of the question. London, he began to think, was pleasanter than Sonnenthal- Here there was no Valentin, here there was no Mr. Tudor, here Mrs. Hoffman was more friendly than ever she had been before, and here com- paratively he had Margaret more to himself. He 72 LAND ahead! could find no one to excite his jealousy among the literary visitors who assembled in the little house in Hans Place, and Mrs. Hoffman made him welcome at all hours. Margaret certainly was not tender ; she was hardly friendly, and even in jest she managed somehow to keep him at a distance. But still he hoped, and was but waiting for his opportunity. He thought if he could but catch her in the right humour some day when she was alone, and tell her the story of his love over again, and show her how constant he was, then she must be won. She must at least be grateful, and from her gratitude he hoped much. Then from her poverty he hoped more ; from that beginning he would in time win her love. But the days passed away, and Dudley and Margaret came no nearer. He was always watching her, always waiting, and she was always kind, always civil, but there was no individual smile for him in particular, no word or sign that he could construe into meaning any more for him than it meant for the artists and authors and actors who were laughing there, if, indeed, it meant so much. For soon, Dudley Vane began to think that the veriest newspaper LAND ahead! 73 writer or the most miserable scene-painter or play-wright had an infinitely greater share in Margaret's mind than he could boast. At once he hated them all, and consigned them to a huge vat, labelled Jealousy. They fermented in his brain in unconscious indifference. How too he hated every sharp word they spoke, or every bit of work they ever did ; how, failing brains himself in his impotence, he hated every bit of brains any other man ever had. How particularly he loathed the smile that lighted Margaret's eyes when she heard a witty word or a sharp speech. Why had he no thoughts, not one idea in the world ? Would he never, never be able to win her smile of approval like that ? But in truth Margaret was beginning to smile oftener now. She was feeling more secure. It seemed so easy to keep Dudley at a distance ; he seemed always so far away, always so far behind, it seemed an impossibility that he should ever ask now to come nearer. He must see now how different they were, how little sympathy there was between them, how antagonistic they must always be. He must, so Margaret thought, have learnt at last to be content with a real friendship. So she smiled content. The flowers 74 LAND ahead! he sent were a pretty attention ; they made the rooms so sweet. They reminded her of Sonnen- thal. They made her think she was rich. The plays they went to were so amusing ; of course he could not go alone, and he always told her to ask some one else, so certainly he could not be in love with her now, or he would have been more jealous. The dinners he gave them were so nice. The little parties were so amusing ; oh, certainly, he could not care, or he would not tell her to ask who she liked. Certainly, he threw out hints often about the stupidity of her friends. He had called her pet painter's picture a " daub,'' and he had said Wemyss play was " indecent,'' and that Montague's statue was ^* all wrong," and had often called Bertram Powys and Orford Ellis "stupid asses," but then that only showed his ignorance, and told her what a really silly boy he was, so that did not affect her in any way. It only showed how right and discriminating she had been in her judgment, and showed her too that if he thought thus of her friends, he must be beginning to dislike her too, and to class her also as a " stupid ass," or as something in the same category. Or evidently now, if she wanted to make the most of it, he at last understood friend- LAND ahead! 75 ship. They were to be good friends and that was all. In that there was security. Sometimes, certainly, he presumed on their friendship ; was, if possible, too constant and became a bore ; but is not a wonian always being bored ? It is an ill impossible to escape from entirely ; it is one of the especial evils female flesh is heir to. In Margaret's meditations about friendship she forgot the elasticity of the term, the chameleon nature of the feeling. It may mean love, indiffer- ence, warm interest, or acquaintance. Margaret thought, save for that matter of being a continual bore, that Dudley Vane's love had cooled to an interested acquaintance. Then suddenly it struck her, why, if that were all, and if Dudley needed no more pity, no more condolence, if he had thrown her over as he seemed to have thrown over Valentin, why should she bear this boredom ? She began to beat against the bars of the cage, to flutter against this fettering friendship, and to make a stand for more complete independence. Then she was surprised to find astonished looks resting on her, as though the idea of her possible rebellion were strange and disquieting. " Mother, why do you always ask Dudley Vane to walk to church with us ? As if he could not 76 LAND ahead! walk by himself, or as if we could not go by ourselves." " My dear, I am sure we could, but I do not know that he would go, if left to himself. I feel quite like a mother towards that young man ; I am sure Mrs. Vane would thank me if she knew." " I am sure she would," said Orford Ellis, who happened to be sitting there. And then Margaret began to be suspicious. She noticed Dudley was always placed by her, as though it was his right ; at supper or luncheon his chair was supposed to be by hers ; listening to music in their little drawing-room, always the place on the sofa or by the piano seemed to be reserved for Dudley, and how deaf and stupid and blind every one else seemed suddenly to become ! A dim perception of the plot came to her, and in a flash of uncontrollable anger one evening, she burst out, just as Dudley was going to sit beside her — ^' You bore me to death ; go away." How the others laughed. They had a merrier evening afterwards than they had spent for a long time. All this time there was a smothered feeling of resentment towards her mother in Margaret's LAND ahead! 77 heart, but no word on tlie subject was spoken between them. Maro^aret noticed soon that if anv one was sitting with her in the afternoon, and if Dudley came, then at once her visitor or visitors rose, and she was left alone. Sometimes they only went into the other room, sometimes they played the piano, or became immersed in manuscripts ; still, signal or converse as Margaret might, no sooner did even a comma or colon occur in con- versation, than the visitor was sure to hail it as a possible opportunity for departure. The conversation with Dudley was sure to flag ; and its slow length was all the more irritating to Margaret, as she was conscious how much the rest must imagine she enjoyed it. It flagged, because Dudley was only interested in one subject, and that was Margaret, and on that subject Mar- garet was determined Dudley should not converse. One day, Bertram Powys was sitting with her. He was talking Avith animation, happily, when the door opened, and Dudley came in. '' Here is my spectre," said Margaret, in a low voice. '' Don't go." But Bertram seemed turned to stone. All animation had left him. 78 LAND ahead! Dudley took a cliair, and Margaret tried to piece together the broken conversation. " And so ? '^ — said she. " Eeally, I must go," exclaimed he wildly, seizing his hat. " I had no idea it was so late." " Oh, but finish your story." " Story ? story ? Ah ! I have forgotten the story ; have indeed. Good-bye, good-bye. Vane." So he was gone, and silence reigned supreme. **You send them all away," said Margaret, angrily. ''They do not like me," answered Dudley, complacently. "And I do not wonder. You never say anything." " I only just tolerate them for your sake." " I wish you wouldn't." " I will try to like them better to please you." " It is very cold to-day." " Very." Then he looked at his boot. " What have you been doing to-day ? ' " Nothing. Walking about till it v/as time to come here." " A glorious existence." " I don't care to do anything but come here." LAND AHEAD ! 79 *' Don't you find it very difi'erent from Sonnen- tha] ? " " Very. I like it better." " You were not so dull there." "Dull? who, is dull? I did hot see so much of you there." " No, fortunately ! You do not care for your friends really though, after all ? " " What do you mean ? " " Only that you talked to me a great deal of friendship, but there is no interest really in your mind for them." " Who do you mean ? " " A man saves your life, is your * ami intime,' your ideal — now you know nothing about him." " Do you ? " *'No, nothing! But he never saved my life ; only spoilt it. Now I have begun again. I am a different person, with different aims, different hopes, different interests. ^ But still " " Still what ? " " You should not have given up your friendship. That was mean." " This is not fair ; you are unjust." " Then we will talk of somethinof else." 80 LAND ahead! " What are you going to do ? Will you marry either of these men ? " He spoke with the assumed air of an old friend. "I? No, I shall never marry at all. How very cold it is. AVould you mind putting some coals on the fire ? " When the execrable din consequent on this duty was over, Margaret went on. " Don't they want you at Froghambury ? " " Yes, very much." " When are you going ? " ^^Soom" *'The country must be much pleasanter than this." " I wish you would come and see Froghambury." " I ? Oh no I That would be dreadful." Dudley stirred the fire. " Sir Dudley, I wish you would do something for me." *' Of course I will. What is it ? " " Why, the fact is, Fritz wants a walk so much, and I have had no time to give him one to-day ; I wish you would take him Avith you." Dudley had not meant to go for the next hour, but now there seemed no help for it. LAND ahead! 81 "Thank you so much. Fritz will be so grateful." Fritz grateful indeed I Was that all the gratitude he was to get ? Dudley vowed he would not go far, as he shut the street-door on himself and the dog. Orford Ellis was coming up at the moment. He saw him absolutely laughing. *' Another of them," thought Dudley to himself. " What can be the attraction to her ? " Ellis was bound on no pleasant mission as it happened. Margaret was still alone. " Shall we be undisturbed ? " asked he. "Yes." " I have bad news." Then he produced a great roll of paper. " Oh, no ! " said she, sharply, " not that I I cannot bear it." He turned away to give her time. " You mean," said she, in a lighter tone, recovering herself, " my work, my story has come back to me." " It is that." " I cannot write ? " " I did not say that." VOL. II. G 82 LAND ahead! " What is it T" "These publishers will not take the risk. And, in fact, I have looked it over myself " " I know. I have been too self-confident. I always am. I believe in everything, in every- body too readily, and in myself too implicitly." "You have not worked enough yet. You cannot take fame by storm like that. You must learn to work and to wait, that is. all." " I can work, but to wait is impossible." " It is very hard." " Thank you, Mr. Ellis, for all your kindness." How long did he go prosing on ? Margaret never knew. He talked of work, he called it drudgery ; he talked of rising early, and sitting late ; always it was work ; he talked of novelists, he talked of plots; she sat still and listened dutifully ; always when she heard it was of the same dreary round, — work, work, work. At last the door opened, and Margaret thought she would be free to cry, or to faint, or to do what she liked. But it was Dudley Vane and Fritz. " Oh, you have come back, have you ? " said she, drearily. Then Orford Ellis got up and went. And LAND AHEAD ! 83 Margaret and her tormentor faced eacli other in dull silence once again. It was too much. She had thoug^ht to work out her deliverance, to make herself free of Dudley, of fate, of her mother. And now the deliverance had failed her, her hopes were all false, and here was Dudley facing her. She turned away from him, she hid her face in the sofa-cushions, and she burst into tears. Dudley started up. " The brute ! What has he been doing ? AVhat has he been saying ? " Fritz nestled up to her and laid his head on her arm. " Nothing," said she, caressing the dog. " Do go away. You don't understand." " Can t I do anything ? " JMargaret tried to stop crying. " What is the matter ? " '* My book has come back from the publishers." '' Thank Heaven ! Is that all ? " Margaret took her handkerchief away from her face and stared at him, red eyes and all. " How stupid you are ! " " I know I am. But what is it ? " " The story has come back, so I can't earn any G 2 84 LAND ahead! money, and we are so poor, and I can do nothing." " I am so glad." *' Look here ! I forgive you all you say. You do not understand. You do not know. I have been all wrong, I know, but you might feel for me a little." " You will send all those fellows away now ? " - Why ? " " Because they are no use." *^ But they are my life 1 " " Your life ? You are mad." " Don't you see I must do something ? " "No. Let me try. Here I am; just the same as ever. Come and share Froghambury with me ; don't you know I love you ? always have ? You might let me be happy at last. Have I not waited patiently ? The novel has had its turn, surely now " Margaret opened her eyes full upon him. " Didn't I give you your answer at Biberich 1 Have you not always known that I must say No?" " Could not you change ? " ** No ; I never change." " Will not you try ? " LAND AHEAD ! 85 ** Wrong again ! Am I always to be wrong ? Have I deceived you as well as myself? I thought you did understand friendship at last—" " I thought you liked me better, perhaps, now." " It is not fair. I told you. I gave you your answer. Then you asked me for friendship ; and now, when I am most sad, most heart-broken, you come back with the old story again. I seem fated to make every one unhappy." " If you would only let me try to make you happy " " Look ! shall I tell you all about it ? " said she, with sudden inspiration. " If I told you, then you could not care, then you would see how useless it all is, how different my life is. You see, I lost my father, and then I saw it all. I saw how useless and careless and selfish I had been ; I saw how thoughtless I had been about you — how, perhaps, I had encouraged you without meaning, and how foolish the dream of friendship was then. I saw how negligent I had been of my father. I learnt it all then. I had just gone with the hour. I believed what every one told me, and 1 listened to all that was pleasant ; and I was so self-confident, I thought 86 LAND ahead! I had but to shape out my life as I liked, and that everything would come as I wanted it. Things don t, do they ? " ^' It seems not/^ " Oh no ! Any sorrow teaches one that. In the long dark hours at Blumenthal, when he was dead, I thought it all out." " Well ! " ^ " Well ! then there was Valentin, you know." • "Yesr^ " I believed in him, you know, as much as I believed in myself and in life. But that was wrong too. He never cared." Just for a moment Dudley felt a pang of pity. Should he tell her ? should he save her ? No ! he would hear to the end. What were Valentin's affairs to him ? " Didn't he ? " " Oh no ! When he didn't see me he forgot me. So then I learnt by degrees what truth was, and that it hardly ever exists in anybody ; not because they do not want to have it, but because they are not good enough or strong enouo[h to have it. And that one does not depend on any one ; but that one must make one's life independent of every one." LAND ahead! . §7 '' Well ? " " Well ! so then I made up my mind that my life must consist of work and of self-sacrifice." " Eather dull, won't it be ? " " Dull ? I don't so much mind that. But — if it shouldn't succeed ? " ^' Ah ! well then, here am I.'' ''You see," she went on, not attending to him, " I was living on my work. If now I cannot work " " Well ! I say, Queen Daisy, never mind the work. Leave it all. You were not made to work. Trust me, now — You and I — " " How selfish you are ! Here I am shipwrecked, not seeing the harbour at all " " And I would pilot you in." " Once for all, you know your life would not suit me. You know we are so different. You know — why, oh why, do you tempt me so ? Is it fair ? I want to be your best friend, that is all I can be." '■ It seems to me so simple." " Yes ; because you cannot see. I should be deceiving you " " Dear me, no ! You have spoken plainly enough." 88 ^ LAND ahead! 1 I 1 "Just to-day of all days, wlien all my plans | and hopes seem overthrown, and I cannot " j Then he rose. . i " I will come again to-morrow." ' " Of course you will." j But they shook hands, and Margaret and Fritz \ were left together. ! CHAPTER YI. Oui, la vie paisible est courte. Cinquante ans passent comme un jour dans le sommeil de Tame ; mais la vie d'emotions et d'evenements resume eu un jour des siecles de malaise et de fatigue. George Sand. Neither the next day or the next did Dudley Vane return to see Margaret. He had been rebuffed, rudely pushed away, his tenderness scorned, and his passion regarded as ''selfish." It was not much wonder that he felt hurt, and that he should delay before he again subjected himself to a similar reception. Yet, he never, even in his wildest moment of anger, dreamed of giving up. Obstinate determination was one of his chief characteristics, and having made up his mind that life at Froghambury or anywhere else would be impossible without Margaret, he saw no other solution of the enigma but that Margaret must share his life with him. That she would in time come round to his plans he never doubted. 90 LAND AHEAD ! After all, lie thouglit, it was but waiting. It was like watching the flutterings of a bird in a cage, or the beatings of a moth against a window ; in time it sees its impotence, and sheer exhaustion makes it yield. In time too, Margaret, seeing how her mother and all her friends were on his side, seeing too how constant he was, and how true was his affection, finding too that Valentin was worthless and fickle, and that no one was so steadfast as himself, then surely she would love him at last. Dudley forgot how impulsive had been his own passion, that there was something ungenerous, relentless in this determined subjugation ; forgot too how impossible King Cupid is to restrain or to command, or how apt he is to choose his kingdom for himself. In the abject obedience Dudley himself paid to him, he forgot or did not see the dire rebellion to which he tried to incite Margaret. Sitting in his lodgings, walking in the streets, thinking it all over, always he forgot Margaret's individual life, her dreams, her wants, her ambitions, her needs ; always he thought he loved her ; but it was himself whom he loved in her. LAND ahead! 91 In keeping away from her now for a few days, it was not that his love had cooled, or that her rebuffs were likely really to send him away ; it was rather that she had said, when he had exclaimed that he would come again to-morrow, "Of course you will," so that, like all weak people, he wished to show her that " Of course he would not." Moreover, he had an idea of trying new tactics. Perhaps she had had too much of him lately, had never realized what her life would be without him, had learnt to take too much as a matter of course the attentions and kindnesses with which he invariably surrounded her. She should just miss him, therefore, just see that he was not to be trifled with, that he was neither a slave or a dog, to be ordered about, or to be dispensed with according to her humour. "After all, perhaps," thought he, "she does love that dog more than anything else in the world. I have often thought so. I hate it." After that he lit his cigar, and proceeded once more to think it all over. As if he had not often thouo^ht it all over before, and as if he did not always come to the same conclusion. But there was something refreshing in reminding himself 92 LAND ahead! still of his power, that he still possessed his independence, and that if he chose he could still go away and cut the cords altogether. " Was it wise," thought he, " to bind himself for life to a woman who almost said she did not like him ? Was it wise to depend on her good- ness of heart, and on her ideas of duty ? Would her illusions really go ? Would she see the fallacy of them ? Would he really be able to dissipate all her foolish dreams about a life of work and of self-sacrifice, all her silly ambitions, all her aspirations and eagerness for art, and for art's triumphs, and art's consolations ? What did she mean by it all ? Would she really be able to learn from him quite easily what a quiet, comfortable, easy-going thing life really is ? " " Oh, yes,'' answered he to himself, ^' I have but to take her home with me ; I can easily alter all that. The horses and the dogs, and the house, and the park, and the free country life, will soon put her all right. How I shall like to show it to her, and to get her out of this. And," added he, crossing one leg conceitedly over the other, "besides all that, think of winning over the head of that conceited German fellow. There they thought me dull, there they always made LAND ahead! 93 way for him, and I was puslied anywhere ; now ! I don't understand it, he seemed so sanguine, so sincere If, really, he gave it all up for nothing, there never was such brutal behaviour to a woman before." That afternoon, walking up Bond Street, where, in fact, he was looking for a present to take Mars^aret, he ran across Mr. Mortimer. «' Why, Vane, this is a surprise. I knew you were in London ; but why have you not been to see me ? Dudley looked rather foolish. " I am just off to America. Start to-morrow." " To America ? " "Yes; I have some property there must be looked after, and I shall be glad to see the country. I shan't be away long. How is your mother ? " " Very well, I believe. But I have not been home just lately." " So I hear. She wrote to me, sadly anxious about you, and asking me to look you up. But 1 have been so pressed for time What are you doing in London ? " " The lawyers have not done with me yet." . 94 LAND AHEAD ! By this time they were walking together up the street. ''It's all right, I suppose, about the succes- sion i Mr. Mortimer looked at him sharply. *' Eight ? Oh, yes ; all right ! " " No difficulties ? eh ? " *' Lots of things to sign." " No later will found, or anything, eh *? dis- agreeable ? " ''No. You know all about it. This is the last will, you know. You and old Douglas witnessed it." " Yes, exactly." " Years ago. 7> " And so you are a man of property, Dudley. Stick to it, old fellow. It's a noble place, and worth looking after." "Yes, it is a noble property. My mother says so." " When I come back from America I will come and see how you are getting on. Think of Gilbert in all you do, and don't improve too much. That is all." " I shall only act as if he were there." "That is right. He loved the place, and, LAND AHEAD ! 95 Dudley, he loved you. Don't forget that. Will your mother live there ? " " For the present, I suppose. And Uncle Ted." " Her brother ? " " Yes." " How old are you ? " " I came of ag-e last autumn." ''You are not thinking of marrying yet awhile ? " "Oh no!" "By-the-by, have you seen any more of our friends at Sonnenthal ? " "Mr. Tudor has gone abroad again." " And that charming German, Von Broderode?" " Oh no ; I know nothing of him." "Although, if it hadn't been for him, you would not have been here ? eh ? " " Yes ; but I suppose he will come to England some time." "Oh, doubtless. If only to find Miss Hoffman. By the way, of course you know where she is ? " Dudley changed colour, and then, swinging his stick, he answered. " I ? Why should I ? * I know nothing about her." The assumption of frankness and nonchalance deceived Mr. Mortimer, and he believed him. 96 LAND AHEAD ! "I breathe again. I need not say we were anxious. That is why your mother is so anxious. She thinks that is why you will stay in London." Dudley laughed. " I thought so too ; for T heard that when the Professor died, they came to London." '* Did they?'' " Oh, I am not going to tell you anything if you don't know. Don't let me be the one to put you on their track. Miss Margaret is very dangerous, very dangerous. But anyhow you must not marry yet, not for years — not for ever so long. Good-bye, Dudley, and give your mind to the farm and estate, and look after the foxes too." Then Dudley wished him a pleasant journey and a safe return, and when they had shaken hands, and Dudley found himself alone again, he was chiefly conscious of angry resentment against his mother and all his friends, Mr. Mortimer included, for their interference in his affairs, and more determined to marry Margaret than ever. It was late that evening when he reached Hans Place, and the unwonted illumination seen from without made him expect a larger assembly than usual of those " choice spirits " whom he disliked LAND ahead! 97 so much. He was half inclined to turn away. But the wish to see Margaret again held him to it, and he went in. The first sound he heard was loud applause, clappings of hands, shouts of " Bravo, bravo, bra — bra — " He did not like it, but he went upstairs. Yes ; the room was full of people, and it was very light, and there was something going on in the inner room, at which they were all looking. He liked it less, he felt inclined to slip away. But Mrs. Hoffman had seen him. No escape now. After all, how hearty and warm her welcome was. It brought balm to his wounded spirit. He found himself sitting in a chair at the back beside his hostess. The truth was, that if Dudley's absence had cost him an effort, much real suffering and perturbation had it cost Mrs. Hoffman. She had wondered and puzzled over it, till she had destroyed alike her sleep and her appetite ; she had wanted to write to him, to call him back, only that she felt so much in the dark about his absence that she feared she might be guilty of some indiscretion. Her dearest hopes seemed to be fading away ; her fairest dreams but empty visions. She sighed to herself, and grew pale and dispirited, and if she had known it to say she would have said, — VOL. II. H 98. LAND ahead! " The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of." But now Dudley had come back to them, and smiles rippled once again over her well-preserved countenance. The occasion of this entertainment was that Mr. Wemyss had written another play, and his friends were determined to see how it would run. Much laughing had they had over it, many alterations had they made, and half of the points Dudley did not understand. Something he did know, however, and that was that Margaret was acting on the mimic stage, and that he had never seen her look so beautiful in his life before. It was a costume-piece, and the old-fashioned dress and the powder suited her admirably. There was a fire, an inspiration, and withal a nobility on her face, which hitherto had been a sealed book to Dudley Vane. Margaret, of course, was the prima donna of the piece, and Orford Ellis was her lover. Her part was to feign disbelief in his attachment, though herself madly in love with him. Every word she says is a test, though masking her own feeling ; every look speaks coquetry and disdain, though her heart is breaking. Then he leaves her, and LAND ahead! 99 her heart does seem to break. She brinors out a letter, which tells of his faithlessness to her, of his attachnient to another, and • she soliloquizes pathetically, amid sobs and tears and angry resentment, how she had doubted the letter, how she had put it away from her, and how she had wished to believe in him through all ; but now the bitter truth has come. Then follows a bitter speech, in which she seems to gather strength, as she talks of women's love and their broken hojoes ; of false flattery, and of the unreality of all save art and effort and self-forgetfulness ; and then, her mind made up, she is going forth on a life of solitude and of self-denial, when the lover reappears, and passionately claims her love. How gravely and sorrowfully she puts him away ; how nobly she does it ; how pathetically the hard words come out, as if her very soul was wrung by them, but as if her intense love of truth made her say them ! " He would never give up a woman like that," said Mrs. Ellis, who was sitting near Dudley. " Just her very earnestness in refusing would make one return to the charge, till she gave in," said Bertram Powys. And so at last the heroine gave in. But how H 2 ' 100 LAND ahead! slowly, how tenderly. How liard she found it to believe, seemingly. How she put it away from her, two or three times, this thing that her soul thirsted for so passionately. How she yielded at last to her own feeling and her own want under protest as it were, because he told her she might. And then at last how she portrayed the joy she felt. " Then there is such a thing as human happi- ness after all," said Bertram, when Margaret had left the stage, and was receiving ovations and praise from all around her. As for Dudley, he was pale with emotion, and never offered to speak to her, only held her hand for a moment in his. Perhaps he could not well speak, not such words as he wanted to say, for Mr. Wemyss was there, and Mr. Wemyss was frantic between divided admiration for Margaret and for himself. Who commanded success — was it Margaret's acting or his own authorship ? " If you would only take it on the stage for me," sighed he. " I should be lost on the stage," said she, prophetically. At supper, which speedily followed, being speedily needed, with the relaxation and recrea- tion it brings in its train, Dudley sat far away LAND ahead! 101 from Margaret. No one knew why. He only seemed to care to look at her and to listen to what she might say. If he had asked himself, he would have said that to-night he was afraid of her. The conversation went far away from him. Dudley was forgotten. ''What good soup this is, Mrs. Hoffman," said Ellis " May I have some more ? " asked Montague. ''Now," said Wemyss, "here is your health, and yes ! This wine is excellent. Now I am quite happy." " Is not this dreadful ? quite dreadful ? " exclaimed Bertram, as he helped Margaret ; " they think of nothing but their creature comforts after all. It absolutely ends in nothing. '' • *'Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion," began Orford Ellis, with his mouth full, but he was hissed down. *' Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage warm'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit," quoted Margaret. " And all for nothing," concluded Bertram, as 102 LAND ahead! he plunged a knife and fork into a pie, in front of liim. " But it is not all for nothing, after all," said Montague. *' No," said AVemyss, ^' we excite the sympathies by dramatic representation. We do not exactly preach morality, like a tract does, we do not even make a tag of our moral ; I do not know that we even always inculcate anything immediately practical; but we strive to awaken noble sym- pathies, and to sound the chords of elevated feeling and of generous emotions, and so we stir into life the best part of the character." "It is like music. It awakens sympathy, and leaves it for the life and circumstance of each in4ividual to develope it into work." " But I have another thought about it besides that," said Ellis. " I think the first aim of dramatic art is to illustrate the development of the human soul, to make us better acquainted with ourselves and each other ; to warn us of our temptations, to teach us to judge others leniently." " Yes," said Wemyss, " certainly it should be so. And the one thought and end does not preclude the other. Our plays should depend on the persons in them ; they themselves should LAND ahead! 103 work out the conclusions. For this we must have individuals, not classes. Not a pattern or a set ; not the inevitable ^ heavy father,' whose will every one knows ; not the marriageable girl, whose destiny every one also knows ; not the ' eligible ' or the ' ineligible ' as the case may be, but characters with wills, not mere parts of their own " " Yes, characters, who shall seem to bow to or to triumph over their fate according to their dispositions ; characters who shall develope them- selves and their strength before our eyes, so that as we follow them we shall be able to foresee their conduct, and their rise or their fall." " You are talking almost too wisely for me,'' said Margaret. " We are getting very dull, I believe." " For my part I have always looked upon ' the play' as an amusement, and I am not going to give up my idea lightly." "Nor need you. That must be a very bad *play' indeed from which one can get no amusement." " Who sees a play by Shakespeare, or Gold- smith, or Sheridan, without being amused ? " asked Mrs. Hoffman. 104 LAND AHEAD ! ** And instructed as well." " Oh, of course ; indirectly we learn great lessons. We see the human heart bared before us. I read that somewhere this morning." " How fortunate it is for young England that the prejudices against the play-houses are being so universally overcome." " Yes ; as the prejudices against novels are forgotten too." ** I am not sure that they are." " Oh, yes ; the oldest lady with the falsest front and the bluest of spectacles sees now that the most important lessons of life may be taught best when gilded by the fascinating garb of fiction. Imagination is everything when we are young." " Art impresses its lessons pleasantly. Parents must see that." ^'Do not let us begin upon Art now," said Margaret. *' No ; that cream would be so much better," said Wemyss. " We all know all about Art," he added, apologetically, looking round. "It is the perfect expression of human feeling, and it not only expresses, but it creates feeling, u. s. w, the sphere of the artist is eternal." LAND AHEAD ! 105 There was a laugh at his '' hackneyed phrase." " Did you say eternal or external ? " " It is both ; eternal and limitless ; external in that it is expression ; and it is eternal, for it is the influence of his soul on other souls." " Meanwhile, let us drink Wemyss' health and the success of his play. Who knows ? the next generation may call him the * immortal bard.' " " Oh ! ghost of great Shakespeare, forgive us ! " " Don't let us desire impossibilities," said "Wemyss, as he lifted his glass to his lips — " It is a sickness of the soul." " Look at him drinking^ his own health." " On the contrary, I am drinking my play's health. On its future I can have as little influence now as you." " It will wino; its flio-ht hig:h, I am sure," said Bertram. " Till necessity brings it down," said Wemyss. " Never mind," said Ellis, " necessity is the making of us. It is in reality the parent and founder of all men ever do : so says Eabelais." " WeU," said Wemyss, " I am going off to Paris for a holiday. When I come back I shall find, I dare say, much achieved, .much done." " Don't be long." 106 LAND ahead! "You are always going off somewhere, Mr. Wemyss," said Margaret. " Yes ; I go, I think, I hunt, I enjoy myself, I work, I dream, I write — I succeed — ^then I come back again to my home — to London, I mean. They are all here just the same ; young men and the young women ; the worshipped beauties, the prostrate worshippers, the workers, the idle, doing just as before, in the same places, with the same thoughts, same ambitions, same faults, same chances of rising, same probabilities of falling. It is I who have flown ; they are there at home. Poor creatures ! do I not pity them ? but after all it is our home." " You should not go away, Mr. Wemyss. You should stay here and give us your help and influence to make the home better." " I ? what am I ? a mere atom in this sea of humanity." '' And drops make the ocean, as man makes up humanity." '* Ah ! " answered he, smiling to her, '^ how true it is that a great thought springs from the heart, but that wit has to go and fetch it." One by one they all went away ; at last only Bertram and Dudley Vane were left. Then LAND ahead! 107 Bertram would have gone alone, but Margaret's eyes said as plainly as possible, " take him away," so Bertram said he was going his way, and they went together. Mrs. Hoffman and her daughter were left alone. " Margaret, how beautifully you did it. I almost think," she added, with a little nervous laugh, " if this should go on you had better take to the stage." " If what goes on ? ". Mrs. Hoffman looked at her anxiously. " I don't like to tell you to-night, when you have been so happy." " I had rather you told me, mother." Then Mrs. Hoffman came round to her, for before they had been facing each other ; she came round the supper-table and laid her arm on her shoulder. "Margaret, we cannot go on so. We are too" poor. The end must come, has come. Debts and difficulties meet me at every turn, and I do not know^ where to look." " Why did you not tell me sooner, mother ? " Mrs. Hoffman did not say she had indulged in extra magnificence lately, hoping to catch Dudley Yane's eye more securely ; she had 108 LAND AHEAD ! some latent generosity perhaps, and just now she refrained from using Dudley's name. " I did not want to make you unhappy or to spoil your play to-night. I thought perhaps thinofs would mend — " Poor little mother," said the girl, putting her arm round her. " What shall we do ? " " We must go and live elsewhere, I think ; and let the house, and sell the furni — Who is that ? " It was Dudley, who had shaken off Bertram Powys, and now returned, meaning to offer Margaret the bracelet he had bought for her ; he had had no opportunity when the rest were all there. " I thought I would just," — said he. Then he saw something was the matter. How odd the sad faces of the two women looked, sitting amid the lights, and at the table where lately so gay a scene had taken place. The supper was still there : nothing had been cleared away. "Will you excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Hoffman ? " said he. " Certainly, certainly. Sir Dudley.*' And then he broke out impulsively : '' What is the matter ? '' LAND ahead! 109 Mrs. Hoffman turned pale, but Margaret looked up at him, smiling. " Let me tell him, Mutterlein. It is too serious for you to speak about." So Mrs. Hoffman sat there, looking on. Dudley stood looking down in both faces. "You see. Sir Dudley, if you had not come back, you would never have come back. You would only have found our place empty, and ourselves lost. But as you are here, listen. It seems we have been extravagant, — have nothing, — must go. Stop ! listen ! Must let the house, seU I the furniture, go — go anywhere out of the world : — I wonder, mother, would Eussell Square, or [ Islington — I think Islington might do ? It sounds cheap." ' " What is it really, Mrs. Hoffman ? " asked Dudley, looking from one to the other. ■ " I wish you would run away, Margot ; then I , could explain. You never wiU talk seriously ^ about money." j Margaret rose, but unwillingly. \ " Before you go. Queen Daisy, will you let ' me give you this ? I came back to give it 1 " ! you. ! A most brilliant bracelet it was. Margaret's j 110 LA.ND ahead! eyes glistened as she held it in her hand for a moment. Then she put it down softly. " My friend, I cannot take it." *'Why not?" he exclaimed, wounded to the quick. "Not now. We are so unequal. Not ever. Thank you for the thought of giving me pleasure all the same. Good-night." She held out her hand to him and went away. It mierht have been an hour after, when her mother came upstairs to her and found her sitting still undressed, looking over some manuscripts in her room. "Margot, I want you." Mare^aret rose at once. "Why, mother, how pale you look. What is it?" "Let me take breath, let me think." Then a moment after, she said, " He is still here." " He is still here," repeated Margaret, mechanic- ally. " What does he want ? " Her mother looked her in the face. ■ " You." "Well, mother," said Margaret innocently, " what of that ? " " If you would just promise," — the words came LAND ahead! Ill out painfully laboured, — Mrs. Hoffman too for tlie moment was afraid of Margaret, ^* to be his wife, be would pay our debts, and get me out of all my difficulties, and our name would not be disgraced." " Disgrace ? " murmured Margaret. ''And we could — I could, stop in England," slie went on speaking quickly, "and life would be smooth and happy again." '' Oh, mother," said the girl. Her lip curled as she looked at her. Then she turned away and covered her face with her hands. " He is waiting, child." ''Just go down and tell him to go away, mother. You neither of you thought, I know. We will say no more. Of course, I forgive it." " Just think, child ! Think of it. I could sleep again, I could hold up my head again, I could feel respectable once more. I could pay my way. He offered me the money, down now, to-morrow — was there ever such generosity ? if you would truly be his wife. And of course I said you would." "You said I would ? " "Yes. He is waiting. He thinks you love 112 LAND AHEAD ! him ; lie thinks you are going to him now happily " ** Will you send him away ? " "May I tell him to come to-morrow instead? I will tell him — it is too late, we had such a long talk." " Sooner than that, I will go myself, mother." "Stop, child. Foolish girl! what are you doing ? Stop, let me go." But it was too late. Margaret had flown down-stairs. Mrs. Hoffman had better leave them alone. He rose as she entered, a smile on his face such as Margaret had never seen before. There was a light playing in his eyes, the light of expectant love and of triumph. She shut the door behind her, and made him a sign to stand where he was. In an instant his face clouded. There was no smile, no light ; nothing but gloom. " It was unworthy of you, of me, of our friend- ship," said she. " Why ? The money is nothing between us. Love makes us equal." " I came down to say good-bye, to ask you to go away." LAND ahead! 113 "It is all settled differently, Margaret; there is no clioice for you now. You must marry me now. Your mother promised for you. She took my note of hand signed ; I have her written promise." Margaret could not believe her ears. Then he tried to tell her more gently, but his tone was triumphant still, and every movement spoke of victory. " And then, my girl, I am not an ogre ? why should you not marry me ? " " My girl," repeated Margaret, more to herself than to him. They both actually smiled. Then she tried to teach him. " I cannot marry you, because I do not love you. I cannot tell a story. More than all, I cannot live a lie. The money is nothing, you must give me back that signature of my mother's she must give you back your note. You must go away — and — and — we " " Where will you go '? " asked he, mockingly. "We will go into the workhouse," said she, bitterly. " Margaret, is my love nothing ? do you think yours would not come ? I do not understand life VOL. II. I 114 LAND ahead! without you. Is my happiness nothing at all ? my whole life is yours, and we might be so happy." " I cannot." . " You could make me what you like." ] *' I cannot." i " Who talked of self-sacrifice ? " J '^But this is false, wicked. I will not do it. ; Go — go, Dudley. You must go." < Her force excited him. Her very fear of him i seemed to excite him more ; he threw his arm I round her and kissed her. The kiss seemed to ! change her nature. She seemed turned into \ stone ; as white, as rigid as marble. It was his \ turn again to be frightened. ^' I will go now," said he. : She did not answer, or speak to him. " Will you not say good-night ? " j ** I will let you out,^' said she gravely. ; On the stairs, he tried to put on some bravado, i " He would come next day," he said. '' Very early ; he would come. Would she be ready for him ? " j She opened the street door, and stood silently . ] there, as silently shut it; stood a moment j thinking, and perhaps listening to his receding footstep, and then slowly, like a woman in a dream, went up to her room, and locked herself in. CHAPTER YII. Jacqnes. Life is arid, and terrible ; repose is a dream, prudence is useless ; mere reason alone serves simply to dry up the heart ; there is but one vh^tue, the eternal sacrifice of oneself. George Sand. " Why shouldn't you marry him ? " Margaret was sitting in the corner by the fire, huddled up in a shawl, for she had complained of the cold, and her mother had brought a little low chair, and was sitting close beside her. It was about eleven o'clock in the morning; Dudley might be here soon. Mrs. Hoffman held one of Margaret's hands in hers, and was playing with her fingers as she said this, "Why should not you marry him ? " "Put it the other way, mother; and why should I ? " " To save me from disgrace, from the imput- ation of having told an untruth, of having made a promise that I could not perform." I 2 ' 116 LAND AHEAD ! Margaret shuddered. '* You should not have done it." ** To get us out of our present difficulties, and enable us to hold up oar heads honourably. Besides, to ensure comfort and happiness to yourself for the rest of your life, and to do something useful with your existence." "Money does not make one happy, nor will a fine place and trees and a great house make one happy either." " You might think of him a little." " I cannot make him happy." " Indeed you can, and you can make just what you like of him. His future entirely rests with you. For my part, I should think that some- thing worth living for ; to mould a man's life and character, and to improve it with my influence. Think of the position you will have in the county too, and the good you will be able to do with your money and your talent." " I cannot do it, mother." " You are so fond of yourself, Margaret. You always have been. I should have thought that when you saw your mother, your lover, and your own happiness all tending the same way, and waiting for one little word, that word would not LAND ahead! 117 be very difficult to say, if only from a feeling of duty." ^^ Fond of myself! '* Margaret was stung to the quick. She did not know that was one of her faults. She only wanted to do what was right. This did not seem right. After all, was she wrong ? Ought she really to sacrifice herself and her inclination ? " There is no real reason, you know, but some fanciful prejudice," continued Mrs. Hofi'man. " You do not care for any one else ? " " No," half sobbed the girl. The vision of Valentin that crossed her mind then, was nothing, must be nothing, she knew. " Then you should do as you are told." "It is for you, mother, only for you." '* Only for me. But it must turn out well for you, Margot ; do say Yes to him. I told him you would ; I said you loved him really, but that you held back because you were frightened. I said, I knew " " Oh, mother — don't." She put her hands up to shut out the dreadfully false words. For a while Mrs. Hoffman was silenced. " I am sure I shall never make him happy." 118 LAND ahead! " That is his affair." ! " I am sure his relations will hate it." ; *' That is their aflair." , \ " Perhaps, mother, he will not come back. I : sent him away last night." i Mrs. Hoffman started, but she soon recovered < herself. i " He is sure to come back — either to claim my \ promise or his money." ^ Margaret cowered nearer the fire, and wrapped \ the shawl closer round her. '^ Cold, child ?" . ■ ] "Yes." I ,1 " Tired ? You look ill. I dare say you did 1 not sleep ? " " I never went to bed." j " Try to sleep now a little, so as to get a little ; colour. If he should come Well I but you \ have promised, Margot ? " , " I have promised," said the girl. ' She thought she had. Then her mother kissed ; her, and Margaret turned her face away as if she " was going to try to sleep. I Mrs. Hoffman got up and glided out of the \ room. i Sleep ! Was her mother mad ? How could I LAND ahead! • .119 I one sleep, when one was sitting there like a i condemned criminal, av/aiting one's doom ? i Sleep 1 Death would be pleasant, but what I would be the good of sleep, to wake up again ! and have a great wave of trouble coming over one ao;ain like a rush of the ocean ? Margaret got up from her chair, and walked i up and down the room, trying to arrange her ; thoughts, trying to see clear. Honour ! dis- \ honour ! Truth ! untruth ! How confused it all ; was ! For the sake of the promise her mother ! had made, for the sake of her mother, in fact, : because too of their difficulties and his generosity ! she was to give herself to him. Was that j honour ? Her mother said so. She was told that was her duty. Then, looking into the fire, she told herself that she had long known there was nothing but duty left to her in life ; she had, alas ! conjured up a vision for herself of late, she • i knew, of life — which should be lived in a free, ; independent, courageous, dutiful, hard-working, i truthful fashion — containing duty and self- ■ sacrifice, by the help of art and charity, and all | the goodness and greatness of which she was i capable. This sort of lying self-sacrifice and of fettering, bought duty had never occurred to her. i 120 LAND ahead! How distasteful it was ! But, perhaps, its very nauseousness made it more necessary. Perhaps, after all, she had allowed her usual self-confidence to run away with her again. She wanted to follow out the road she had made for herself, instead of doing as she was told. Perhaps, thorough, entire self-sacrifice was the noblest, the truest thing she could do. Perhaps this was real. Perhaps the other was no sacrifice at all. "How shall I do it ? How shall I tell him ? " thought she, half aloud, coming to a stand-still on the hearfch-rug. The fire had burnt itself into great red-hot cavernous hollows ; the black coals in front looked like overhanging, frowning rocks and fathomless pits. " It looks like hell," said she. " I feel as if I were walking straight into hell too." Fritz, half asleep on the rug, yawned and stretched himself. Then composed himself to sleep again. All at once a great terror came over Maro^aret. "Where was she going ? What would become of her ? ** Is this life ? " cried she, in an agony. It was a cry after her young, happy life, over LAND ahead! 121 whicli she had dreamed so much and so bravely, vanishing now so suddenly into the gloom of despair. It seemed to her as if all the light and glory of youth and hope, all the pride of life, all the strength and nobility of immortality had suddenly gone out, and there was nothing but the bare, dull reality of the terrible every-day present left. Just then, too, like a sweet breath passing over her head, or like a bird's song heard in the fa^ distance, when all around is still and sad, there came the memory of Valentin. A sense of his tenderness, of his smile, — a sense of the shelter his strength had been, a gleam of light from that far-off brightness. " All false I " she said, the next moment. '' It was not really fair, because it was not true. There is nothing true but self-sacrifice." After that she sat still and rigid ; not seeing anything, hardly thinking ; waiting for her doom. At last it came. The door opened, and Dudley walked in. How real it all seemed then. How strong and relentless fate is. As for Dudley, he hardly knew then how it would be. Mrs. Hoffman had met him on the 122 LAND AHEAD ! stairs, and had told him Margaret was ready for him, but he doubted even then. He thought that Margaret had too much individuality not to rebel. He hoped passionately, but he hardly expected the consummation of his hopes. He did not know how Mars^aret would reason with herself, and did not think she would deem any sacrifice necessary, if it went against her incli- nation, just for the sake of her mother's name. He judged her by himself. If she accepted him, it would be, he thought, therefore, because she liked him, and was grateful for what he had done, not from any mistaken sense of honour. If Margaret had known escape was yet possible, would she have met him like this ? She rose and walked across the room to him, and put her hands in his. But quite gravely, only looking into his eyes, not smiling there. "Is it so ? " asked he, quickly. " Is it all right ? " She bent her head, she took her eyes away from his. " It is all right." Then he kissed her forehead, and she looked up at him shyly. LAND AHEAD ! 123 Something like the ghost of a smile flittered over her face. It was like the shadow of com- passion on a mntrj day. Was it pity for himself or for her ? ^' Shall we come to the fire ? " asked she. So they moved towards it together, and Dudley sat down by her, holding her hand in his. " Shall we come to the fire ? " This is the every-day common-place talk with which we help ourselves through our life- tragedies : and we smile as our lips frame the familiar words. But as she sat there Margaret saw the fiery caverns and fathomless depths still blazing before her, and she whispered to herself : " I feel as if I were walking straight into hell." CHAPTER YIII. j How will he scorn ! How will he spend his wit ! ■ How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it 1 I For all the wealth that ever I did see, ; I would not have him know so much by me ! • Lovers Labour'' s Lost, Act iv. Sc. iii. i The god of laughter seemed to have taken i possession of the house in Hans Place. At all \ hours — on the stairs, at the evening gatherings, wherever these intimates met — Margaret could find nothing but eternal smiles, eternal con- gratulations, eternal never-ending laughter. Was it real joy, real unfeigned gladness ? Margaret wondered to herself. Or was it like Victor Hugo's " L'homme qui rit," ever-present, because they knew not what else to do or to say. If so, it was terrible. Anyhow, to Margaret it was terrible. She would meet the rest and laugh and smile because they did, and then she would go and shut herself up, and feel gloomy and sad, and feel inclined to cry. Amidst all that bright- LAND ahead! 125 ness she was the only bit of gloom. It was the dread of the future that weighed on her so oppressively. And she could tell no one, that was the hardest part of it. A hundred times a day she would have asked if she could was she doins^ rio^ht ? was the sacrifice a fair one ? But no one seemed to think there was any sacrifice ; no one did any- thing but praise and smile and laugh and flatter, no one seemed occupied with any more serious thought than what his present should be, and no one would have answered Margaret fairly if she had asked. If she could only have made a friend of Dudley, could only have explained somethiug of her mingled feelings to him, if she could only have made him uuderstand — have asked him about the nice points of truth and honour, and then, if he had been satisfied to take her so, have settled to walk hand in hand down the plain ot life But these were day-dreams ; Dudley never understood anything. As for her mother, she did nothing but kiss her, and thank her in a thousand nameless ways, and whisper foolish words about her future hap- piness. Every day made escape more impossible. 126 LAND ahead! Margaret was miserable. But such was the state of morbid feeling into which she had worked herself, the more miserable she was the more she thought she must be doing right. To give up one's own will utterly, to preclude to oneself all chance of happiness, to take up one's cross with such intense reality, must win one some reward at the end ; so she reasoned. Yet, too, she really did try to find the bright side. She thought of what she was doing for her mother ; she thought how she had yielded to Dudle}^ and she set herself to learn his character and to ensure his happiness. She dreamed how she would raise that character, what noble interests she would infuse into it ; she iniaged to herself through what paths of glory she would lead his life. What useful ambitions she thought of, what philanthropic ideals presented themselves to her fancy, what high work for humanity crossed her imagination in the picture of the future. These ideal aims almost made her happy. ^' All good people must be on her side," she thought. Her martyrdom seemed to have a ray from heaven . resting on it then. Her life seemed transfigured in the life to come. This short human work- a-day life seemed nothing but a steep road soon LAND ahead! 127 to be overcome, leading to tlie other. That seemed the reality, and this the dream. After such thoughts work seemed easy, progress certain, the life bearable ; and then she would rise strengthened, and join in the laughter of the rest. Only their laughter was hideous, she thought ; it was unreal, false, fleeting ; depended on human enjoyments and costly creature luxuries. Her laughter had caught a strain from heavenly harmonies ; in heaven such laughter could be echoed again. It was odd, as Margaret seemed to gain strength and courage, Dudley seemed to shrink back. Whether it was some feeling like that which a hot-tempered obstinate child has, when it has been given some toy for which it stormed and cried, that after all it does not care so much about it ; or whether it was that Margaret's superiority weighed sometimes upon him ; or whether it was merely that the storm of anger which his engagement had excited among his relations frightened him, no one quite knew. But certainly he was subject now t.o fits of gloom and depression to which before he had seemed a stranger. It could not be want of consideration. For 128 LAND AHEAD ! never had the literary stars and artistic geniuses who thronged Mrs. Hoffman's drawing-room paid i him such deference before. He was even allowed \ to speak, and once or twice his extremely stupid i remarks had provoked smiles. Who knew but • sooQ perhaps one of them might be honoured with an answer ? \ How often Margaret wondered what they must j think of her — these clever men, who had risen so | high by their talents, whose dearest treasure was I their independence, and who would sooner bear i any poverty and any privation than part with ; their freedom of spirit. Must they not scorn ; and despise her ? ] But they did nothing but congratulate. What- ! ever they thought, they had one and all been too well tutored by Mrs. Hoffman to dream of | exposing any shadow of scorn to Margaret. i And soon Margaret found the best way to ' avoid their contempt was to make them believe j in her admiration for Dudley. They would con- ; done bad taste ; they would forgive an irrepressible passion even if the object of it were "bad form," | or hopelessly stupid — (is not feminine caprice | proverbial ? and is not every one supposed to j prefer one's contrast ?) — but they would never feel ] LAND AHEAD : 129 aught but scorn for a miserable barter or bargain ; for the sacrifice of truth and liappiness for miser- able money, which after all is but a luxury, can so easily be clone without, and is only wanted every now and then for a trip abroad, or for some exceptional case, or for some urgent case of charity. To make the whole of life subservient to gold would indeed win their severest reprobation. So Margaret's smiles to Dudley were more frequent, and her laughter was softer, and in consequence, happiness and peace seemed at length possibilities to all. Duty seemed arrayed in a garb of glory to Margaret at last, and her straining eyes and yearning hands seemed ready to be content with the moderate prizes she might give. '' My dear, you are happy," said Mrs. Hoffman suddenly in a lit of enthusiastic delight one evening ; " say you are happy now ; that you are going to be happy ? " *' I think I shall, mother." And she smiled quietly to herself over the happiness she was going to mould to her will. Already Dudley was improving, she thought. He showed interest in all sorts of things which he had never noticed before. He had more life, VOL. II. K 13Q LAND ahead! more energy. "Life," lie said, "was quite different from what he had thought it was." He drove Margaret about to do her shopping, to see sights ; they went to plays, to music together. Her horizon also expanded. She too began to think life need not be dull, even if it were not what one expected. Dudley was not much. You could not possibly make a hero of him, or was he an ideal of any sort, but then, who was ? Heroic ideals always turned out false. And then Valentin would flash across her brain, and she would turn to Dudley with a sort of relief, and be thankful that you saw the worst of him at once, and that there was no best to take you in. Perhaps, too, the difficulties and perplexities they had, brought them closer together. Dudley was for ever doing kindnesses to Mrs. Hoffman, and in the midst of it all he was always pulled the other way by his own relations. Mrs. Vane called the Hoffmans a couple of adventuresses ; opposition in every way was made to the match ; even Mr. Tudor was sent for from abroad, and asked to reason with Dudley, to go to Mrs. Hoffman and explain how distasteful the marriage would be to the Yanes ; even Mrs. Vane called LAND AHEAD ! 131 upon Mrs. Hoffman, and was openly and decidedly rude to that lady in her own house, but Dudley was a model of faithful constancy. Margaret could not choose but feel grateful. Nothing in fact could be done. Dudley was of age, Froghambury was his ; he had the game in his own hands ; if he had chosen to marry his cook or a crossing-sweeper, no one could have prevented him. He was disappointed that his mother had not fallen in love at first sight with Margaret, and he said so to Mrs. Hoffman. " I never knew any mother do that with a daughter-in-law, unless she had a great deal of money," answered that astute lady. " But, Margaret ? '' exclaimed he. " The fact is, she does not want you to marry at all ; not even an angel from heaven. She does not want to be turned out of Froghambury." This seemed a new idea to Dudley. The next day he came to Margaret, when she was working by the fire. " I say, Queen Daisy, I have something to ask you." " Yes." She put down her work and looked into his face. K 2 132 LAND AHEAD ! *' Of course, say No if you don't like it. It doesn't matter. I only thought I'd ask " " Yes, Dudley. What is it ? " " Would you much mind my mother living at Froghambury with us ? " Margaret paused for a moment. Dudley was facing her, and looking very awkward. ** After all," thought she, quickly, " Dudley is not much of a companion. It might be nice to have some woman to talk to." " Would you like it, Dudley 1 " " Yes, I should. If you thought you two could get on ? " " I can always get on with women." " I think she might not oppose our marriage so much, if she thought we should not turn her out of Froghambury." " Then ask her to stay, by all means." " You are a brick, Queen Daisy. By-the-by," he added, turning back again, "would you like to think itoverfirst — to ask your mother her opinion '?" A shade crossed Margaret's face, as she thought that her mother would be sure to tell her to say no ; " and Dudley must be my life now," she continued to herself, " and his happiness, not mine or my mother's." LAND ahead! 133 "No, I think," she said aloud, taking up her work again, " we need not mention it to my mother at all ; it is our affair, not hers/' Dudley went away immensely relieved, and wondered how any one could ever say a word against Maroraret. Was there ever such a sweet disposition allied with so much beauty ? How was it that the fates had been so individually kind to him in taking him to Sonnenthal and enabling him to find her ? ** Mrs. Vane was staying at an hotel in London, so as to be on the spot, and to be enabled to frustrate more successfuUv the schemes of the Hofimans. To her, now, Dudley went. Mr. Tudor was sitting with her. Evidently a council of war was going on. " Well, mother," said Dudley, throwing himself into an arm-chair (Mr. Tudor had the other one, and Mrs. Vane was sitting bolt upright at a writing-table), " have you been out to-day ? " " Out ? No, I have not. I have no time or spirit for anything." " You look full of spirit, my dear madame." " And much use it is. Dudley, my boy, have you thought this over ? " Dudley rose. 134 LAND AHEAD ! ** Look liere, mother, I may as well say Good- bye at once if you are going on that tack. Thought it over, of course I have ; and nothing you can say, and not all the parsons in the world can alter it.'' " I was afraid so," said Mr. Tudor. " You, at least, Mr. Tudor, know her well, and cannot say a word against her," said Dudley, sitting down again. " She is charming^; personally — charming,'* said he warily ; thinking that, probably, one day Margaret might be his chief Lady Bountiful in his parish, and that it therefore behoved him to be careful. But still, had not the present lady her eagle eye upon him. " But- " added he. " You see, mother, you could do anything with Margaret. She is so good-tempered. And she is so clever, and does such a lot of things. I am sure you would delight in her." Mrs. Vane sighed, shook her head, and buried her face in her handkerchief. " You could do anything in the world with her," said Mr. Tudor, softly. " As you will see when she comes to live at Froghambury." A corner of the handkerchief was lifted, and a sob was arrested half way. LAND AHEAD ! 135 " I am sure you two miglit be first-rate companions for each other. It will he nice for you to have some one, I should think. You often say Froghambury is dull.'' "Very." " And she will play to vou, and sing to you, and drive with you." Mrs. Vane shuddered, but the handkerchief was taken away, and a light smile played about her mouth. " After all, I could do what I liked with her ? " " Of course you could," said Mr. Tudor. " A child. A mere chit. A I mean," catching Dudley's eye, " a charming daughter." After all, it was not a very gracious way to take the offer. There was no gratitude, no motherly kiss for the concession ; but on the whole Dudley thought he had done right, and that his mother looked happier. That afternoon, when he was driving Margaret, he told her about it. " But don't let us worry ourselves," added he. *' Things are sure to fit in somehow." " I am sure they will," said she, hopefully. They were driving in the park at the time. Who was that walking along in front ? Margaret 136 LAND ahead! had never seen a figure or a walk so like Valentin's before. How slow the horses were in catching the young man up ; and when they did she probably would not see his face, for he was looking down. " What a cold afternoon it is/' said Dudley, looking round at her. '' Are you wrapped up enough ? This driving rain is not pleasant. Had not I better turn round and go home ? " " Oh no ; go on. I like it so much." Dudley laughed. '* We do not care. We are happy and warm enough." ''Yes; warm enough," repeated she. Now they were on a level wdth him, now — he was putting up his umbrella ; Margaret could not see ; she turned round and looked. Out of the gloom of that February afternoon there faced her the one man she had loved — Valentin von Broderode. The horses tore on ; her heart stood still. By slow degrees her presence of mind came back to her ; and she stooped to re-adjust the fur rug. Dudley looked down laughing into her face. " Warm enough," you said. " Are you happy enough too ? '^ LAND AHEAD ! 137 "Yes," said she, smiling brightly — brighter than ever before ; "so happy." She stamped her foot at the falsehood. '*' What an actress I am," said she to herself. " I did not know it before." As they flew through the wind and rain she tried to think it all over. Had he seen her ? Oh, yes, he had ; their eyes had met. How reproachful they looked. But there had been no sign of recognition. How proud he must have thought her, prancing by in her furs — sitting by Dudley. He must have seen, must know it all now. And what must he think of her ? Were they not quits ? If he had been false, was she not false too ? Was this rio;ht ? Need she have fallen because he had ? Should she not have been true always ? What must he think of her ? Should she never see him again ? She looked at every one she saw, seeking that grave, handsome face again. By and by they came back by the same road where she had seen him. There, on the very same spot, as though he 138 LAND AHEAD ! had not moved, as though he felt neither wind or rain, there stood Valentin. She saw him from a long, long way off. How she hated the horses, the carriage, the bright harness — everything. How she hated to be driving by him, Valentin, like this, and to have to feel him standins: there. How she longed to be able to get out, and to crawl up to him, and say " Forgive me." And then, all at once, the thought came to her rescue — " He is false, he always was false." So, though her cheek paled, her eye was firm. Ay ! firm enough she met his gaze, and never flinched or smiled. A long, long look. To each it seemed a life-time, to each it told a history. He stood looking after her, and the horses bore her away. Dudley was talking to them ; he said they were pulling like the " So she is false," said Valentin to himself, as he turned on his heel at last. " If — if — I wonder — if only he had been true," she was saying to herself; " but I could not bear it now." CHAPTER IX. But, oh ! how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes. As you like it, Act v. So. 2. Valentin von Broderode had left Sonnentlial vowing lie would forget Margaret. He was one of those who believed so firmly in himself that he thought that he had but to issue the decree, and strength to do whatsoever might be desirable would come. His life had hitherto been passed in sunshine ; if ever clouds had seemed to fleck the sky, he had but to frown and to manifest his displeasure, and fate had incontinently waved them away. Then, Margaret had first fixed his wandering fancy. Now, he thought, there will be no more change, no more caprice, no more weariness. Lotta had been a youthful dream, an illusion, nothing more. But Margaret was worthy of the best, the purest devotion ; eternal faith, a joy for ever. He believed in her 140 LAND AHEAD ! thoroughly, he worshipped her with the whole passion of his heart. But then, at last, when she made no word or sign, when she refused to see him, and when she did not even (so he thought, for Lotta prevented his getting her letter) wish to bid him good-bye ; when, therefore, that dream too must fade, then his soul turned in anger against her, and he vowed he would foro^et her. He railed to himself against her and her falsehood, he magnified her offence, he lost all faith in womanhood, all faith in life. Every- thing that had been sweet he turned to bitter ; everything he had thought to love he taught himself to hate. But this was not forgetting. It was simply poisoning the happy hours that were fled, simply defacing the image of the soft memory of the past ; and through it all his soul longed with a longing past description for that faded past once more. How the thousand words and tones haunted him ; how the idle hours they had spent together were for ever present with him. And how he cursed his foolish self-confidence that he had trusted so blindly to the future, and had never LAND AHEAD ! 141 bound Margaret to him with a promise or solemn word. What were smiles and blushes and happy- looks ? What to live on ? Faith writ in water, which eddies away with the changing surface. He mig^ht have known that no woman understood honour, or steadfastness, or could understand at all what lasting affection meant. So he thought bitterly to himself; but this was not forgetting Margaret. Why had he gone on in that foolish dalliance, just playing with life and fate ? why had happiness and Margaret's eyes seemed to him so sure, so true ? why had he enjoyed his blind trust ? why had he laughed in his heart at the uncertainty and perplexity he saw he inspired ? and why, just for very pride's sake, had he gone laughing on ? Because fortune had smiled upon him hitherto, would she always smile upon him ? Why had he believed in her so implicitly ? So by degrees he learnt his lesson ; and by deo^rees too he became a chano^ed man. No longer the spoiled darling of fortune's favour, he saw himself a disappointed labourer in the world's husbandry. No longer the centre of the cares and hopes of ministering spirits, he saw 142 LAND ahead! himself, like other men, bound to work and to strive for any desired object. But he did not take the lesson kindly. It had come upon him too suddenly, with too much harshness for that ; the awakening was too bitter for him not to greet it with angry resentment. He did not see that other men had learnt the lesson long ago, and that only his own idle wilfulness had kept him blind. He did not see that nearly all other men around him were working against fate, or rather against the consequences of their own folly or their own mistakes ; and that no one of them believed as he chose to believe, that fate worked with them, connived at their idleness, and contrived that, whatever their follies, still they would always turn up trumps, and always win. He beofan now to learn too much bitterness. He thought that against him alone fate now vowed vengeance. He thought that other men prospered where he alone was defeated. He thought there were no pleasant paths for him in life, — no warm hearts, no friendships, no successes, because fate was unjust, and that he must strive with all his might to cheat fate. Certainly he learnt the lesson, though so late that if he wished to have plums in his mouth he must open it ; but it LAXD ahead! 143 struck him that it was necessary that he should open his raouth wider than any other person, because fate was unkind to him, and would prevent him from getting his plums if she possibly could. Certainly he learnt that we must test our friends and the objects of our love, and not take too much on trust, or believe too fondly that because we worship, our devotion, as a natural sequence, will be met by equal affection. Certainly he learnt that ; and he vowed he would take no woman's love on trust ao:ain : but then, he thought, at the same time, that never had woman's eyes seemed so true as Margaret's, and proved so false ; never had any man been so foully, so shamefully deceived as he had. And so learninor he fell to brooclinor over it all ao-ain, and wondering why Margaret had proved false, and wishing passionately that only she might have been true. And this was not forgetting Margaret. But he would never trust again. **A burnt child fears the fire," and that winter in Berlin might have seen him flickering round many fires, kindling many a flame, but screening himself all too surely from any too bright a blaze. 1 44 LAND AHEAD ! He became prudence and diplomacy and worldliness personified ; hard-hearted too, save for his woes. And over these he brooded when he came back from the balls and from the assemblies of the gay society he frequented, as though no one but himself had known sorrow before. Over Lotta's letters, too, he pondered ; very tender they were, as though the writer were conscious he bore some mark of trouble on his soul ; and pondering, sometimes he w^ondered if she were true. " Ah, no ! " he would conclude, with his newly -found wisdom, '^such an one cannot care. She only wants to mend her broken life, and retrieve a lost position." He had even written to Margaret about Christmas-time ; but what was the good ? Could he send it anywhere but to Blumenthal ; and had not Lotta kindly undertaken the office of sending on any letters there might be ? Having burnt Margaret's note to Valentin, was it unlikely that she would burn his to Margaret ? So misunderstandings built up barriers of pride and of unhappiness, and a strange corroding bitterness took possession of Valentin's mind. His relations and friends became anxious about LAND ahead! 145 him ; all his high spirits, his merry, ringing laugh seemed to have left him ; sharp sarcasms were heard in their place. Gaiety and amuse- ment seemed to please him no longer, society seemed to weary ; society seemed, in fact, but a butt for gibes and scorn. Then some one suggested change, travel ; and with the suggestion Valentin seemed to start into life. " He would go to England," he thought ; " he would find Margaret, face her, throw her false- hood in her teeth, and prove it. Then he could breathe more freely." It was February before he managed to get his leave, and, then sending a hurried note of adieu to the disappointed Lotta, who had begun to think that he had learnt at last to love her, with hasty fare- wells to his intimates in Berlin, he left for London. He took up his residence in an hotel in Soho Square ; it had been recommended to him by a countryman. And then he began to wander about in search of Margaret. But London seemed to him enormous ; and he knew not where to go. It was an errand of hatred on which he was bound, and he used to say to himself that VOL. II. L 146 LAND AHEAD ! revenge should lend wings to liis steps. He might as well have acknowledged bravely that it was feverish love that had brought him, and that now led him about. In the morning he used to set forth hope- fully, cheerfully ; but the whirl and roar of the seemingly-limitless world of London wearied him, and how despairing and dispiritless was the mood in which he returned I Directories and guide-books he studied by the dozens, but none of the Hoffmans therein in- scribed were his Hoffmans. People who hire houses do not figure as the inmates of their landlords' houses. That also with other things Valentin had yet to learn. How cold and dreary and oppressively gloomy this London seemed. Valentin could hardly fancy his bright, though false, Margaret could be a denizen of it. . Its gloom and its size weighed upon him drearily. Three or four times he found himself philosophizing on death and suicide : he thought he understood now how people were so tempted to it. Then, at last, that afternoon in the park, out of the dark and the gloom and the driving rain, had started Mars^aret. LAND ahead! 147 Seated there in her furs and wraps, being drawn by two prancing bays, and — driven by Dudley, this false woman had passed him. What a revelation it was. It was like a ghost from a land of happiness. It was the spectre of reality, when the dream of beauty was dispelled. So she was really, truly false. Perhaps he had never thoroughly believed it till now. Now there was no doubt. And she had seen him. What a grave, sad, inquiring look it was. It haunted him. It troubled him so that he stood there like a man in a dream, rooted to the spot, hardly conscious, hardly thinking. It was as if he had been struck. The same face he had loved so madly, the same eyes that had smiled into his so fondly — was she false ? was she really false ? How he lonored to find her true. She looked so noble, so calm, so self-possessed, so beautiful — she must be true. Yet, there it was, proof positive. What was the sfood of thinkino- about it ? o o L 2 148 LAND ahead! She was being driven by Dudley. The thought was madness in his brain. He stood combating it. At that moment he really hated her. Had he gone away then straight back to Germany, he had been cured. Embittered he might have been, but he would have loved Margaret no more. But he stood there with the thought. And then the pained look in her eyes came back to him, and he pitied her. Yes; out of the intensity of his grief, this great-hearted man found pity for her who had pained him so. The pity saved him : who knows, perhaps, has saved his soul in eternity ? He stood there compassionate, sorrowful, stricken. And then we know how she came by him again. But this time she looked proud, haughty, hard. It was, after all her yearnings, her longing for his truth, her thirst for his voice and for his for- giveness — it was the thought, '' He is false," that made her look so. LAXD AHEAD ! 149 And liis heart was hardened against her. But the pity thrilled there too. As he stood there looking after the carriage, wondering — ^just daring to wonder — whether she would not look back, the thought came to him — as it might of some wilful child who would do wrong : " If she knew, if only she knew " This sort of compassion was new to the impulsive Valentin ; it had come to him with the sorrow he had gone through. When we have felt anguish very sharply our- selves, we would stop others from dealing wounds around if we could. " Married to Dudley Vane ! Wife to Dudley Vane/' The thoucfht went whirlins^ on in his brain. " So this is what he had come from Germany to see." It must be so, for her to be driving about thus. She had married the boy she had despised, the boy at whom they had often laughed together, the boy whom she had just tolerated. Just because he was rich The ideal had fallen indeed. So, on near 150 LAND ahead! inspection, this was what his deity really innately was. It was sickening. No wonder her eyes looked grave ; no w^onder there was a haunting pain in them. Had he not better go back to Germany ? Had he not seen enough ? This was what all her fine phrases, all her pure sentiment had come to. This was the meaning of her bright smiles and her joyous laughter : she had but been playing him off against Dudley. She had meant to marry Dudley all along. How could he have believed in her ever ? If only he had not saved Dudley's life, then how had it been ? Then failing any one else, she might have been true to him. His impulsive act had been wrong. A generous impulse is always wrong, weak, foolish. So he decided ; and then thought that that sort of truth, failing any one else, was not worth much. Better Dudley should have it than he. Should he not go back to Germany now to-day, having seen the truth, and drop out of their lives, and tear them out of his, and never set eyes on her false face again ? He was half decided. LAND AHEAD ! 151 Then the insane impulse to meet her once, to accuse her boldly, to throw her falsehood in her teeth, took hold of him once again. He would do it once. Chance fate would favour him just once. For days he wandered about ; seeiug pictures here, dining there, seeing what he could now of military affairs, now of artistic collections ; frequenting the theatres now and again, but always haunting the park at the hour and the spot where Margaret had passed him. In vain ; she never came. At last, one day, he was wandering purpose- lessly in the South Kensington Museum, when a voice attracted his attention. ♦ Looking up, opposite him, seen through the double-glass of the case he had been inspecting, was Margaret's face. Their eyes met. She did not seem to falter, or blush, or tremble, or even to look away, as he expected her guilty soul would force her to do. She turned deadly pale. And he stood looking there ; pale too, but firm, and terrible, and cruel, and hard. A very Nemesis. 152 LAND ahead! It was more like two deadly foes meeting, tlian the meeting of two who had cared so madly for each other. Then she smiled ; and with the smile, the colour came back to her face. He stood immovable there. She was going to speak to him. He was not sure how he should be able to bear it. But she turned to Dudley first. " Ah ! had they been alone/' thought Valentin. " This shadow at her side was terrible." '^ Dudley," said she, bringing him to the spot where she was standing, " look 1 I have found an old friend." Laughing, she pointed through the glass as she spoke. " I think now I must go and thank him for your life more than ever. I should not have had you now, if he had not saved you from the cruel Ehine, should I ? " They were the best, the safest words she could have chosen. They dealt a stab to each of the young men. They left her mistress of the situation. Dudley coloured, and hurried round to Valentin. Valentin was forced to smile, and to raise his hat. But Dudley and Valentin shook hands first. LAND ahead! 153 and Margaret came slowly, and smiling — and so, met him last after all. " We must thank these snuff-boxes for having kept us and helped us to find each other." " Yes," ' said Valentin. '* I was surprised indeed." " Fancy your being in England," said Dudley. " Have you been here long ? " " No, not long. I saw you the other da — " *' You see me now in my mother- country," said she, " and I am getting very English. Soon," looking nervously at Dudley, " I shall be quite English." ^' Yes," said he. "Sol " Then he stopped. Were they married ? or were they not ? Before, he had thought so. Now he did not feel quite sure. Margaret did not look at him ; she did not seem as if she would look at him full in the face. Then Dudley asked after every one at Sonnen- thaL But Valentin said he knew nothing. Then he found Margaret's eyes fixed on him. Presently, she was standing slightly apart looking at some miniatures ; he came to her side. 154 LAND ahead! " You would ask something ? " asked ke. " No ; at least yes ; how is Frau Senden ? " " I do not know." Tkeir eyes met, and Margaret's fell. As for him, he laughed. " And you ? " " I am going to marry Dudley Vane." Her eyes were never raised to his ; her face did not change, or express anything. A moment later and Dudley stood between them. How long was it that half-hour, during which they wandered to and fro there ? Not another word or look could Valentin get from Margaret ; all her smiles, all her jests and playful rejoinders were for Dudley. And how ignorant he was. What stupid things he said. How absolutely ignorant he was of painting, and of china, and of all the objects of civilization. What "pearls before swine" were these that Margaret threw. Valentin thought it was too painful, that he could not bear it. Certainly she was false ; she had evidently herself made the bargain, and had been contented with the sale of herself. Certainly he himself could never again love her, or anything LAND ahead! 155 1 so false as she was. But still the desjradation was dreadful. This match of Beauty and the ! Beast was terrible. It ought not to be allowed. ] Some one ought to tell her. ! The bare fact of Dudley Vane winning such ; beauty, such happiness, was an anachronism. ' Valentin knew it should have been his. He could have appreciated her, could have loved her. ; Ah I why had she not been true ! This was i bitterness past all speaking to see her lost thus. I Was it too late ? Was there not yet time ? \ CHAPTER X. Unchanged within to see all changed without Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. — Coleridge. Valentin was not slow in taking advantage of the somewhat careless invitation which Margaret had given him, that he should come to Hans Place to see her mother and herself. The very next day after the meeting at the South Kensington Museum, Mrs. Hoffman was alone in her little drawing-room, when Gretchen announced Valentin. She was in fact contemplating a very handsome bracelet which Dudley had given to Margaret, and a soft smile lay on her face as she looked it over, and then put it on her lap to enjoy its sparkling beauty. Just then Valentin walked in, and a startled expression crossed the triumph which had been written on her face. But she was too clever to let it stay long enough to catch LAND ahead! 157 his eye. She rose at once, the bracelet in her hand, and greeted him with the softest smile and the most flattering of welcomes. " This is good of you ; it is kind and true indeed. You have come to us at once, first, straight ? " "At once?" echoed Valentin, questioningly, and trying to wriggle his hand out of hers. " I hardly know " "It was but yesterday Margot met you. I was so glad to hear you were in London. This is friendship indeed to have come to us so soon ; and you must have so many calls upon your time, so much to do, and to see. Where will you sit ? " Then she wheeled a chair for him near to hers, letting go of his hand at last. " And you have come to congratulate me, I am sure ? To wish us joy ? You are a true friend, indeed." " Yes, Frau Hofiman. It is so, is it not ? Of course I wish you joy. You are, I do not doubt, very happy ? " " Well, I can hardly say that, you know. I know your kindness, and I am sure you will sympathize. .1 am the victim of such mingled feelings." 158 LAND AHEAD ! " Yes ; certainly, you and I have had many a laugh at Vane." " Oh, not that ! " she put up her hand depre- catingly, "I do not mean that. All that is altered now ; he is so much improved — happiness improves him, I suppose." " Or money, perhaps ? " " Well, as you say, it might be money perhaps. That does improve people too." "Oh, certainly." " But when I spoke of my mingled feelings, I meant for myself and for her, dear child. You can fancy, or rather you can't fancy, what the separation will cost me. Oh, it will be dreadful." Then, for a moment, and careful not to dis- arrange her well-arranged face, she covered it with her handkerchief. " You will not live with them ? " " I ? no. That never does. And then, too, his mother is to be with them at Froghambury. Of course, both Mrs. Vane and myself would be too much." " Ah, yes. And do you know Mrs. Vane ; is she nice ? " He said it for something to say, failing arrival LAND ahead! 159 at the point lie desired to reacli. In truth, he cared not what Mrs. Vane was like at all. "Know her? Oh yes; I know her. And I do not mind telling you, but she is a monster. A hard, cold-blooded, selfish woman of the world." " Your poor daughter." " Yes ! Oh, but Margaret seems to get on very well with her. She manages her somehow ; I cannot. And then she is very fond of Margaret." "And so your daughter is very happy ? " He said it constrainedly, with his eyes fixed on the ground, and twirling his hat in his hand as he spoke. " Happy ? Oh, she is a different being. Happy is not the word for it. Did not you see it on her face ? " " No." "No? well, men don't notice these things. But she is so joyous and glad and trustful, that I too must be happy. For her sake, I too must be glad ; and I must manage to forget my poor self somehow altogether." Again the handkerchief was in requisition. " When are they to be married ? " "Next month, early in the month." " And they have been long engaged ? " 160 LAND ahead! *' Oil no ! not long ; some weeks." *' You met him ? " " Oh no I he found us, he followed us. It was all his own unaided doing. Of course, in my position, I could do nothing. All the advances must come from him. I wonder at it now when I think it over." *'You rather gave him to understand, in fact " '' Oh yes ; what could I do ? a poor widow here. I was forced to hold back, and in our small circumstances, I could not think it advisable for him, — I wonder now how his relations have agreed ? but would you believe it, Valentin, they have received her with open arms." " Have they ? " " Yes ; he was determined, determined. One cannot help admiring him for it." Then there fell a silence between them. Valentin began to understand how foolishly he had lost her. Why had he not been more determined? why had he flirted so foolishly ? why had he dallied so wantonly with his happiness, instead of grasping it firmly when it was within his reach ? " You saw it of course, all the time ? " LAND ahead! 161 She took a long covert look at him, before she asked this. "What?" " Why, Dudley and Margaret ! I mean at Sonnentha], in the old days, the first days of our acquaintance ? " " No," "Oh, I did. I saw it all along. We all saw- it. I thought you saw it too. You played into their hands so beautifully." " I played into their hands ? " " Yes ; so kindly. With your open, unpretend- ing friendship that meant nothing at all ; diverting suspicion so nicely, making Dudley so causelessly jealous, and just fanning the flame, you know, so judiciously. No match-making mamma could have done it better," " Yes," said he. She could not see his eyes, or his expression. But she saw the swift colour mount to his face, and she feared she had gone too far. " They will be very happy together," said she. " Will they ? " • " You must come and see them together, and judge for yourself. You must come often." Then he rose to go. He was in truth too VOL. II. M 162 LAND ahead! angry, too bewildered to sit there facing liis tormentor any longer. "You will like to see how happy we all are." It was in reality almost a prayer to him not to destroy that happiness, not to stain her hard-won triumph. " For," she added, falteringly, " you are one of us, and you will share our happiness too." " I shall come again very soon. Meanwhile, I wish you happiness from the bottom of my heart, and I congratulate you sincerely." Then he turned, and went, and Mrs. Hoffman was left alone. " How unfortunate," said she to herself, walking to the fire and then back again to the window. "How extremely unfortunate, that he should have come just now. Oh, if he should dash all my plans to the ground, and destroy my success- ful schemes. If — Margaret — oh, she must not see him — must never know that he cares for her. He does care for her. I see it in his face. I wonder how it all fell out, and why he did not speak before. If I had known — but no, it would never have done. He is nothing, absolutely nothing, compared with Dudley, in a worldly LAND ahead! 163 way. Oil no ! It was better that I did not know : I have done quite right." She poked the fire, and took np the bracelet again, and sat herself down comfortably, yet with a more anxious expression on her face than it had worn before Valentin's entrance. About half-an-hour .afterwards she heard a light step on the stairs, and Margaret entered hastily. " Oh, mother, we have had such a long rehearsal, Bertram Powys and I. He gets more absurd every day. But we have been working so hard, we must succeed." " * As you like it,' is such an ambitious choice. Whatever made you choose it ? " " I am sure I don't know. They thought our farewell entertainment ous^ht to be somethino: special. And then you know we only choose a few scenes out of it." " I hope Dudley will approve ? " " I hope he will, I am sure, as he is so magni- ficent and generous about it." " Mind that we introduce him to everybody." . '' Oh, certainly. As the giver of the feast, and as mon fittiir r "As much your 'fictiir^ as you like, but I M 2 . 1 64 LAND AHEAD ! think you need not say he is the giver of the feast." *' Why ? everybody will know we could not give it. " But still we need not say so. It might put him in a false position, and might make people think his money was an object in the marriage." Margaret laughed, as she looked straight at her mother. Mrs. Hoffman could not prevent a slight tinge of colour over-spreading her face. " That would be a pity, mother." ^^Yes." *' Dudley seems to like the whole thing so much. I never thought he would take so much interest in any play- acting." ''He is so proud of your talent. And now that he feels you are his, he is not jealous any more." " I wonder what he will think of my dress as Eosalind ? " " Well, dear, I really think we have managed it quite admirably. It is graceful as well as " " Decent ! say the word, Mutterlein. Well, I hope it is. I can only say I hope it is," LAND ahead! 165 " Mrs. Ellis said it was. And Miss Powvs was charmed with it.'^ "Oh yes; 'Celia' (that is her name in the play, you know) likes it, and says I make a charming Ganymede. Touchstone said he lost his heart to my ancles, and found himself wishing I was a girl, and Bertram Powys said he had never realized the difficulties of Orlando's supposed ignorance before." " You seem to have found a little time to laugh, notwithstanding your very hard work." " And what have you been doing, mother ? " " I ? Oh ! I have had a visitor." " Who ? " Margaret had been looking at herself carelessly in the glass as she spoke. Now she turned and faced her mother, for Mrs. Hoffman did not answer at once. " Valentin von Broderode has been here." The girl changed colour as she looked afc her mother s impenetrable face. " So soon ! Did he really come ? It was only yesterday " " I know," said Mrs. Hoffman, curtly. In fact Margaret's earnestness frightened her. She wished she could push the man and the whole subject 166 LAND ahead! away from her. "It was only a call of ceremony. He happened to be passing." But meanwhile a mad thought shot through Margaret's mind. *' Perhaps after all he was not false, perhaps after all he cared ; he might have come to England, as she used to think he would, to see her." " It is too late now," said she aloud. She said it really to herself, in a soft, sad, questioning tone. She had not meant it for her mother. It was but a regret for her freedom. If only she had a chance, if only she could fairly discover his motives — that was what she meant. And if only, after all, her worship could turn out to be true, her ideal to be true — if only Valentin should not have been false after alL Then truth and happiness and goodness might exist on the earth again after all. She was standing at the window looking out into the square as she said it : " It is too late now." Her mother started up and stood beside her^ laying her hand on her arm. " What do you say ? '^ Margaret turned her eyes to her face like one LAND ahead! 167 in a dream, then slowly, as if fully awake, she sighed, and said in a low voice : *^ Nothing, mother." But she withdrew herself from Mrs. Hoffman s touch, and walking away threw herself into a chair, the picture of desolate misery. For some minutes nothinoj was heard in the room but the ticking of the clock, and once the fire, as though impatient of its limits or of the stillness, fell in with a crash. The feelinp- Maro^aret showed was a revelation to Mrs. Hoffman. Hitherto, since the night when the sacrifice had first been demanded of her, Margaret had uttered no word of regret or repining. Chance looks there might have been ; a stray glance, an effort too visible ; but of late even these had been controlled. In her determin- ation, that if she made up her mind to marry Dudley, she would also make up her mind to love him too, and if she failed in that, to make at least every one think so, — and she had sought no confidence, — she had so far succeeded that not only did their acquaintances and friends think she was perfectly happy, but Dudley also thought so, and Mrs. Hoffman was certain of it. There had been no word of recrimination, not one word 168 LAND ahead! of regret ; slie was accomplishing the sacrifice cheerfully. "For," said she to herself, "I do it for my mother. How can I do it if she sees me crying every day, or if she knows that poverty would be no pain at all in comparison. But she wrote her promise, she made her compact, and I must fulfil it for her sake as honourably as I may." But now when Mrs. Hoffman saw Margaret sitting utterly dejected and miserable in a chair, all the past rose before her with terrible reality, and she asked herself if in truth the cost was too much for the girl ? But now it was too late. Cost what it might the bargain must be con- cluded. " I thought all that nonsense was over," said she at last. " I said it was nothing. I am tired. I was thinking." Then there was another silence. " Do not think." Margaret rose with an action of despair. "Was this woman for whose honour she was sacrificing her life worth it ? " That was the thought then boiling in her brain. "No; you are right. I must not think. I LAND AHEAD ! 169 cannot think. If I do, I shall throw it all to the winds. I must go straight on, do what I am told, and never know whether it is wrong or right. After all, where is right ? What is honour ? If I save yours I risk mine ; if I save yours I endanger Dudley's ? How many lies have you and I told during the last weeks for the sake of one you told one night ? Love him ! good heavens, I hated him then, and you knew it." *'But not now, child; not now," said Mrs. Hoflfman softly. The hypocritical look and expression recalled Marsraret to herself. She became calm at once. Once more she put on her mask ; once more she reached out for her old deception. " Not now, as you say, not now." " So it has ended well." "All's well that ends well," and Margaret bowed her head. " I will leave you alone, child, now." And she walked towards the door. ** What did he say, mother ? what did he say? She was walking after her mother. Her earnestness was piteous. 170 LAND ahead! " Nothing much. He just came and sat there and twirled his hat, and went away." " Was that all ? " '' He came to congratulate, and to say he was , sure you would be happy." " Was that all ? " " And I told him how happy you were, and how long it had been going on.'* "You said that?" ''And I told him the beginning of it at Biberich, at Sonnenthal 1 mean, and I said how we all used to watch it, and I asked him if he did not see it." ''Well?" "No. He swore he had not seen it. And I thanked him — I am afraid that was mischievous of me " " Thanked him ? " " Yes. For his match-making qualities ; told him how useful he had been, always there, yet never in the way ; just making Dudley jealous, and, of course, at the end, just bringing him to the point. No mother could have done it like that." " You told him that ? " "Yes. Failing his having come forward LAND ahead! 171 himself, I thouo^lit lie mio^lit as well know that he had done us a good turn nevertheless. Why, Margaret, why do you look like that ? " "And what did he say ? " " Say ! Nothing. He went away. But he looked angry, or, at least, much as you do now." *^ So I am angry. I am disgusted." Mother and daughter understood each other now. Mrs. Hoffman held the handle of the door in her hand. *^ I did it for your sake. He must never know you cared for him. It is too late now." Then she went away. Was it not hard ? 1/ he cared. Did he care ? How passionately Marcraret lono^ed to know ; but that she never could know now. And so too he must think, for her sake, for Dudley's, that she never cared. Past falsehood must be proved for present truth. What a puzzle it was ! But pride came to her rescue. Probably he did not care, in which case it would be easy for her to be, to make-believe she had always been, indifferent. But how hard it was ! How tired she was of 172 LAND ahead! all this '^ make-believe." Of late, indeed, it had been easier. She had learnt to smile when she had rather have cried ; she had learnt to jest when she would rather have been silent ; she had learnt to look gay when she would have liked to die ; but, in truth, it was weary work. And now it would be harder. She must make- believe before Valentin — Valentin, who knew every change of her face, every turn of her mind — Valentin, whom she had never deceived yet ; oh ! she thought she could not go through with it. Still, however, he must not know she had ever cared. For two or three days this frame of mind lasted ; and, meanwhile, Dudley was always there, and the acting, or rather rehearsing, went on ; and, meanwhile, Valentin came again to call. Then, too, Dudley asked him to dinner. It was not much to do for a man who had saved his life, and whose prospective life- companion he had stolen. However, appearances seemed smooth enough. Valentin and Margaret seemed to converse easily enough. But then appearances are deceitful, and none were aware, not even either of these two, LAND ahead! 173 of the volcano, so ready to burst, smouldering below. Not yet had Valentin seen Margaret alone. They had had conversations at dinner, in the drawing-room, in society, but that is not talking, and Valentin knew as little of her state of mind towards him as he did on the day when she gave him that hauntingly cold look in the park. Just now she was afraid to be alone with him. She had, moreover, a most irritating habit of saying " Where is Dudley ? " whenever Valentin ap- proached. Probably she did it unconsciously, for when at last he said bitterly — *' Dudley ! It is always Dudley. I used to be wanted, but now he is in my place." Then she turned away with a light laugh, but she never asked anxiously for Dudley again. CHAPTEH XI. Countess. I thought as much. This comes, you see, Of sentiment, and Arcady, Where vows are hung on every tree — The Baron (offering his arm, with a low how). And no one dreams — of Perfidy. The Ballad a la Mode. The preparations for Mrs. Hoffman's dramatic entertainment progressed rapidly. Eehearsals seemed to be going on all day, and at every available corner. All was liurry, bustle, con- fusion, and intense excitement. The " company " were now in the highest spirits at their approach- ing success, now at the lowest ebb of despair and declaring that failure was inevitably stamped upon their enterprise. The guests were bidden, and more had accepted than the rooms would hold, yet still Mrs. Hoffman was persecuted with other people's friends wanting invitations. It is always so in London. Then, too, in the winter people will go LAND ahead! 175 to anything, and even if it had not been so theatricals are always amusing. Moreover, Mrs. Hoffman had indeed succeeded in gathering a circle round her. Her frequent " Evenings at home," the careless freedom of her parties, the amusement always to be found there, added to the cleverness and brilliancy of some of her intimates, had made her house popular, and had o;iven a sort of reflected lio;ht to her name, known to those who cultivated literary and artistic people. Her gatherings had become celebrated. Added to this, Margaret's engagement had made some noise. The wealth of the Vanes had been a frequent topic of conversation since Sir Gilbert's death ; people had not known till then how rich the old man was. Now they were anxious to see the girl picked up somewhere on the Ehine, with w^hom the boy was so madly in love, and whom his mother disliked so much. Mrs. Vane had been invited to the party ; whether she would come was still T\T:apped in the clouds of futurity. She herself thought that she would not go. Mrs. Hoffman said she should have another chair to give aw^ay if Mrs. Vane did not come ; 176 . LAND ahead! and the more Dudley saw Margaret rehearse her " Eosalind " the more he hoped she would come, as she must then be won over to her side, he was sure. It was two days before that fixed for the party ; the stage was put up, and Mrs. Hoffman and Margaret were standing on it discussing decora- tions, lights, and such preparations, when Orford Ellis burst in. *' What do you think has happened ? We are done for." " AVhat do you say ? " asked Mrs. Hoffman. " What is the matter ? " asked Margaret, setting down a chandelier she had in her hand. " Orlando is thrown." " Don't make jokes, Mr. Ellis," said Margaret. "You know perfectly well he throws Charles." " I don't mean that. I mean Powys is really thrown from his horse." " Seriously ? " ''Most seriously. Collar-bone broken, they say. " How stupid he is," said Margaret. " I have always told him not to ride that horse. I knew he would come down." " He said he could not afford a better." LAND ahead! 177 " That is nonsense. He will have to afford a doctor now. I am sorry for him indeed." " What are we to do for Orlando ? " asked JMrs. Hoffman. Blank dismay was written on all their faces. *' Could I do it ? " suggested Mrs. Hoffman. The others laughed. "The wrestling scene is cut out," said Margaret. " I know the words from hearing^ them so often, and I am sure every one would like it" " My dear mother, you must be mad." Then Dudley sauntered in. *' I'll do it, Queen Daisy. I am sure I could do it with you to teach me." Ellis held his breath in an agony. Did Margaret know how stupid this lover of hers was ? Would she, blind as she was, let him act, and spoil the entire harmony of their '^ As you like it " ? But he need not have been alarmed, Margaret laughed good-humouredly. '' You, my dear boy ! No, thank you. It is not your line. I might as well try to play at cricket as you to act." *'Just let me try. I might do it. It looks easy enough." VOL. II. N , 178. LAND ahead! " Ask a fish to run, dear ; it is nonsense. And you have always hated acting so." "I had better try to get some one from the theatre." ** What ! a professional ! " exclaimed Margaret, delighted. " A real theatrical I '^ cried Mrs. Hoffman. ** I really think I had.'' What a dreadful day it was ! One by one all of the '' company " dropped in, and the dismay and despair were dreadful. Then came a scribbled note from Bertram Powys, confirming the news and precluding all hope of his being able to act. And Mr. Ellis never came back. Besides all this, there were a hundred other things to be thought of : flowers, scenery, stage-fittings, and through it all Dudley kept saying — " I don't much see the use of going to all this expense till you have got your man. If you don't get your man you can't have your play. I think you had much better send things round and put everybody ofi*; or send a notice to the paper — that won't cost much." To these suggestions no one vouchsafed any answer at all, but at last, as they continued, and as a falling drop at last will cave a stone, Mrs. LAND ahead! 179 Hoffman came to Margaret, who was sitting in the little green-room beyond, surrounded by an indescribable chaotic mass of " properties " and of stage paraphernalia, and she said — " What a bore he is about the expense ! " "Let us pay for it, mother," said Margaret, grandly. '' Can't, dear ; have not the money. Oh, well ! I suppose rich people are always like this." "I am afraid it will cost a good deal," said Margaret, thoughtfully. "Don't teaze yourself. You may at least comfort yourself with the thought that you need never worry yourself about money again as long as you live. I wish I could say as much." " I don't know, mother. I am rather sorry. I would rather be going on the stage, I think, and be earning money honestly. There is some- thing grand in a woman earning her livelihood by art." " Nonsense, child ! you don't know what you are talking about." Just then there was a burst of applause in the other room, with much laughter, and Margaret sprang up to discover the cause. N 2 180. LAND ahead! '^ Here is your man," said Orford Ellis, latigliing. *'We have just had a rehearsal, and he will certainly bring the house down." There was no one standing on the stage but Valentin von Broderode. *' Where ? " asked Margaret. ** He says I am to do it," said Valentin. '' You 1 " She burst out laughing. Then she looked at him apologetically, and from him to Orford Ellis, '' He must be mad," said she to Valentin. " He is mad," said Dudley, from behind. " On the contrary," said Ellis, '^ Von Broderode can do it very well. His English is first-rate, and he has done the part before." " Have you ? " questioned Margaret, " Yes ; at Heidelberg, some years ago." Margaret turned away. She was annoyed. How was she to sustain that tender fire of soft words from Valentin ? how was she herself to disguise all feeling in playing Rosalind ? was it not dangerous ? She looked helplessly to Orford Ellis, but there was no help there. " I went everywhere. No man to be got who had a free evening. They simply laughed at me, and consigned me and my Orlando to the limbo of LAND ahead! 181 outer darkness and impotent suffering. On the stairs here I met this man. He is perfect. Try him. Come, fair Eosalind, give us a rehearsal, and show us what you can do." How distasteful it was to her ; she had a thousand reasons against it. " Rosalind will not act with me, I think," said Valentin, watching her narrowly. They all looked surprised. Was there any- thing, any old friendship or any old animosity, between ]\Iargaret and the handsome German ? Margaret saw the thought written on their faces. She started up at once. " Of course I will act, if you are all serious, and if A'^alentin really means it." " Bravo ! bravo ! " " Now we shall have some fun." '^ Where is the prompter ? " "' Touchstone, where are you ? " said Margaret. Mr. Wemyss was Touchstone. , '' I come at your bidding, like another Ariel," said he. " And where is Celia, Miss Powys ? " " She is sewing curtains together, like another Penelope, as they are to be undone again directly. She is in the dining-room. Tell her, Dudley." 182 LAND AHEAD ! After all it was not so bad. There was so much laughing about it, such jokes, such silly repartees, Rosalind and Orlando had no time for foolish sentiment at all. Afterwards, when together they set to work at their parts gravely, they were not alone, for the prompter was always there. Margaret forgot herself in her part, and Valentin, in his excessive desire to please her, forgot himself too. On the whole, Margaret thought she liked acting with him ; it seemed like a renewal of their old friendship, and yet it was so perfectly safe. Some of the words they had to speak did indeed bring them near to a renewal of old thoughts, but there was no time to follow out the thread, for the next moment they were far away on other wings. To Margaret it was a triumph ; in the part she showed her strength. As Rosalind, as Ganymede, she laughed, she coquetted, she was a stronger, brighter, and withal a far more tender being than now she could ever have dared to be as Margaret Would Shakspere's play heal the sores after all ? Would past unkindness be forgot ? Would truth, in some moment of excitement, discover herself to the anxious, longing eyes of both ? Mrs. Hoffman looked on and trembled. LAND ahead! 183 And Dudley Vane looked on too. How the old words he had heard from both in the villao^e on the Rhine rang in his ears now. " He is my angel, my ideal," had said Margaret. "With her rests my happiness," had said Valentin. Yet now Margaret had given her word to Dudley, and her efforts now were only bent, not for the old tender words Valentin had given her, not for any of the old affection which had proved so false, but to dissipate if she might that bitter- ness that seemed to be hanging over him, to see again the old playful familiarity that had endeared him so to them all. As for him, he wanted to find out if she had ever loved him., or if, as Mrs. Hoffman had said, he had only been a tool in their hands. The great evening had come. The guests were in their places ; the " company " were having the last touches of rouge and powder administered, the last glass of champagne had circulated, and the manager's bell rang out. Up went the curtain, and Rosalind and Celia were discovered on the lawn. What a pretty scene it was. There was a burst of applause. And then the girls began the play. 184 LAND ahead! How well it went. What pathos in Eosalind, till she changes her tune to merriment for Celia's sake. Then Touchstone brought a sharper edge to their talk, and then after the wrestling, which demanded more space than Mrs. Hoffman's drawing-room could provide, Orlando comes. Has she not rehearsed with him ? has she not played and jested with him ? Why, now, does her heart- quail, and suddenly she fears him so terribly ? And then she tries to get away from her fear, to push the thought away from her. If he should see, if now he should understand — but, surely, he cannot ; for he does not care ; he never cared. So she reasons with herself, and so she awaits him ; so, seemingly proud and cold and self-possessed as ever, she meets him, and so with a tenderness, alas ! only too true, she plays her part. " I should have given tears unto entreaties, M'e he sJiould thus have ventur''d^'' said she. So, also — letting her soul shine through her eyes, and making Valentin wonder, '' Can a woman feign so and be nothing but feigning ? '" — she gives him her chain. " Gentleman, Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune, That could give more, hut that her ha7id lacks memisj* LAND AHEAD ! 185 VThj, when, seemingly of her own inclination, Eosalind returns, asking, *' Bid you call, sir ?" — why did Valentin's eyes meet hers, and did they seem to say to each other, " We would call and we would come, if we dared " ? Valentin made his exit with the rest, but after- wards all througjh the next scene, from one of the wings, he watched her with a feverish fascination, wishing for one word, just one word of explanation. The next Act took them to the sun-lit glades of the forest of Arden. This was a master-piece of talent and ingenuity ; which of the company had not had a hand in this wondrous scenery ? It took the audience away into dreamland ; away into far-off days of golden summer, soft greys and blues, and silvery light beaming over all. It was a true miniature of happy woodland life, and then on this picture of happiness comes man with his lot of adversity and sorrows, but through his sorrows, as the sunshine through the leaves, comes also the sunshine of his hopeful, noble spirit, which chases away the suffering and dissipates the clouds of adversity. If the scenery did not entirely illustrate the moral of the play, surely 186 LAND ahead! the cheerful, manly bearing of Duke Senior did so. The audience became frantic in their applause, and confused in their gratitude, for they hardly knew whether they should pay it to the actors who were interpreting the great master so rever- ently and tenderly for them, or whether the poet himself should win all their thanks. Margaret was alone in the green-room, she was waiting to go on ; in truth she was weary ; the constant effort, the constant strain, this fear of Valentin was too much. She leant her head on her hand, and bowed herself down in utter despair ; a moment more, and in the reaction of excitement she would have sobbed. " As proud, as hard, as cold as marble," said a voice. It was Valentin. He was standing in front of her, looking at her fixedly. Margaret started to her feet. Valentin smiled, and tried to take her hand. " Do I see clear at last ? We are both behind the curtain, are we not ? " '^You see nothing. I am tired; that is all." " Dudley is not here." "Dudley is — before the curtain." LAND ahead! 187 " A truce to this," said he, impatiently ; '' shall we not speak plainly to each other ? " But the Act was over. The actors, emancipated from wings, side-scenes, and right and left exits, came trooping back in wild glee into the green- room. Orford Ellis had won his honours as Melancholy Jaques, and in another moment Margaret was on the stage reading the verses Orlando had written her. Why, a few moments later, when she and Celia were in hiding behind the tree, and Jaques says — " We two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery " — why did Orlando look so pointedly at Mar- garet as he answered — ^^ I will chide no Ireather in the world hut myself, against whom I k?io7V most faults " .'' Why did Margaret start at his look ? and how was it that she forgot herself so far as to smile when Jaques says — , " The worst fault you have is to be in love " ? No ! Maro^aret should not have smiled. Orlando's answer was well-known to her — " 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best viiiue." 188 LAND ahead! '' Why, Margaret ! how you tremble," said Miss Powys to her. " Let us see, what is my cue ? Oh, Master Melancholy, and ' I will speak to him as a saucy lackey.' Come, Celia." What a scene it was. Dudley and Mrs. Hoffman looked on with ever-increasing interest. Mrs. Hoffman knew that it was tragedy under the name of comedy that was being acted before her ; but even she was not alive to the full meaning of the scene. How quick was the repartee ; and what weight had each word in the ears of the speakers. At rehearsal it had been different. Then there had been laughing and talking around them ; but now everything was hushed, every eye was fixed on them, and every one seemed to share in the excitement of the moment, and more or less to comprehend the bitter import of the words. The light words in Kosalind's mouth flew like poisoned shafts to Valentin's heart ; his answers, couched so solemnly, came to her as though they cried out on her falsehood, and oppressed her cruelly with their sternness. Neither had ever acted so earnestly before, but neither had played their life's play in public before. The light veil LAND ahead! 189 thrown before the eyes of the audience made the danger keener. It was pathetic ; it was cruel. " Orl. Can you rememher any of the principal evils that he laid to the charge of women ? " And he looked as though they both shared a secret in the subject. And when Eosalind. said — " He taught me how to know a man in love ; . . . 1 am sure you are not a prisoner " she looked scorn itself. Was there ever such falsehood as Valentin's ? ^^ Fair youth''* says Orlando, ''^ I would I could make thee believe I lover " Me believe it ! you may as soon make her that you love believe itr And then she says, with a ring of true contempt in her voice — for Margaret thinks she has learnt to despise it, — " Love is merely a madness^ And so he offers to cure it. " I would not be cured, youth.'" Had he not tried it all the winter in Berlin ; and had he not found the cure impossible, and the attempt unpleasant '? And then comes the tender end to their wordy war, when she tells him to woo her that she may 190 LAND ahead! cure him, and to call her Eosalind ; and Margaret goes away into the darkness beyond the green- room, and sobs her heart out, for she thinks she has found that he loves her. There, sobbing, he found her. *' It is time ; I came to tell you. What -" He stopped, confused, a wild joy throbbing at his heart. " Let me come," said she, wearily. She glided past him. So through the next scene. A miserable feel- ing of guilt weighing down her heart, and lurking throuo-h her eyes ; a wild sense of truth discovered at last exciting him and threatening to drive *' Orlando " out of his head. Angry with herself, bitter, dejected, — frightened, as she found how little reliance she could place in herself, — she carried the bitterness of defeat into the play. " You a lover I " and her lip curled as she said it. " My fair Rosalind, I come witliin an hour of my promise.''' But she swears he is heart-whole ; and then, such was the fiendish contrivance of fate, she had to be tender once more — tender, when he had LAND AHEAD ! 191 seen her tears, had heard her sobs ; oh ! was it not hard ? Moreover, it was not true, she said to herself ; she loved Dudley now, because she had sworn to. All through the playful, tender words they went. " Come^ woo me, woo me." And he — " I7ien love me, Rosalind." And then she in her fit of childish humour — " Come, sister, yo^i shall he the priest, and marry vs." Could they really go through with the travesty ? Yes ; was not Dudley looking on ? So, to the last, where Eosalind has to summon all her coquetr}^, all her tenderness, all her inge- nuity in one, and make fate subservient to every- one's desires ; where, promising every one happi- ness, Valentin savs with a bitterness that needed no acting — " But flh, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.'''' Margaret turned away guiltily, right up to the marriage at the end, where, as Valentin said, every one was made happy but himself. 192 LAND ahead! " What do you mean ? " asked Margaret. " Why, they may all marry in sober earnest if they like, for all I know. But my Rosalind is enofao-ed to be another man's wife." ''Yes," said she, with her eyes cast down. They were alone then, standing in a dark corner of the stage, behind the screens. " Is it so ? Must all my wooing go for nothing then V "It was in the play. We were only acting, you know." Valentin thouo^ht her voice trembled. '' Only acting ! " '* Valentin, you are dreaming ; you have gone back to the old days at Sonnenthal. You must not talk to me any more like this now." She raised her head with sudden dignity. " Only acting ! only dreaming ! Was that only a dream at Sonnenthal ? " " Yes ; only a dream." She passed him as she said it, and he, left alone, prepared to follow the others who were on their way down-stairs. CHAPTEE XII. The tender grace of a day that is dead Shall never come back to me. Mrs. Yane had come to the theatricals, and with her had also come a stiff and starched sister of hers, a Miss ^Yygram, and a brother, whom we have heard casually mentioned as " Uncle Ted." These three persons had arrived rather early, and disregarding Mrs. Hoffman's pressing invita- tion that they should occupy seats in the front row, had installed themselves with mock humility in the fourth. " May gentlemen have seats ? " had asked *a'ncle Teddy." " Oh, certainly," answered ]\Irs, Hoffman. '' I hope so." Thereupon they all sat down, and Uncle Teddy ha^^ng brought in his stick, leaned forward on it, and proceeded to the deliberate contemplation of VOL. 11. , *! 194 LAND ahead! his new boots, looking up only now and again with an air of severe protestation against the proceedings. Dudley had meant Mrs. Vane to come in order that she might be vanquished by Margaret's beauty and talent. Mrs, Vane had come in order that she might find unanswerable charges for future use against Margaret to Dudley. On Margaret's first appearance on the stage, Mrs. Vane, and Miss Wygram, and Uncle Teddy had exchanged glances. Uncle Teddy had, in fact, only looked to his female leaders for his cue, but seeing indignant astonishment expressed by them, he endeavoured to express it also, till Rosalind won him fairly, and admiration reigned on his countenance, notwithstanding all his efforts. Later, however, when Margaret was transformed into Ganymede, the scandalized virtue of the two spectators knew no bounds ; it was a wonder they kept their seats. They shook their heads, they blushed, they whispered, they buried their faces in their handkerchiefs, and were angry with Uncle Ted for his stolid immovability. " Shocking ! isn t it, Ted ? " said Mrs, Vane, leaning over across Miss Wygram. ■ " Very pretty," said he. LAND ahead! 195 I I *'Pr — r — retty ! " ejaculated botn voices at ; once. J '* Very well done, I tliink/' said he. I " The acting ; yes. But the dress " '■ *' I meant the dress." ; "What? you " | "Cloak quite long, and as for that skirt, or ] what do you call it, how could you have : more ? " ''To think of that woman being Dudley's wife." ■ " Good foot ; and look at her hand ; Ganymede | never had such a hand as that, I'll be bound." \ Afterwards, when the supper was going on, and Mrs. Vane was bent on speedy departure, for, : as she said to Miss Wygram, she '' could keep her ] feelings to herself no longer," Mr. Tudor came up | to her. He w^as in fact beaming with animation, j and knowino; little of Mrs. Vane, was under the ! impression that she must have been vanquished | by what she had seen. But woman's hate requires I a more potent spell to dissipate it. i '' Beautiful ! wasn't it ? I never saw such a ' i success." j "I came prepared for a good deal, but hardly ' for such " i 2 j 196 TAND ahead! " Exactly ; quite unprecedented. I cannot think where she gets it from. If she were only on the stage, why all London would rave about her." " I wish she would go." " Eh ? hardly that, I suppose. Or at least Dudley would not like it. You are carried away by your feelings, Mrs. Vane." " Feelings ! yes, indeed. To think I should have lived to see this — Dudley's future bride in man s clothes on the stage." Mr. Tudor's lower jaw dropped. " Ah ! yes — well — but you know the play hinges on that ; the text must be adhered to. Though I quite agree with you " "It is too dreadful" " Though it was gracefully managed ; didn't you think so, Mr. Wygram ? " " Most gracefully." " And really — well, really I did not think of it very much. But still, of course " " And then how forward she is. Who was the man she made love to ? " " A German. But you know that is the play, not Miss Hoffman." "Not Miss Hoffman! AVell, I think it w^as LAND ahead! 197 Miss Hoffman, and I think she had better marry him — much better, and I shall tell Dudley so. They can go the round of the theatres quite comfortably together, and may make, I dare say, a great deal of money by their engagements." Mr. Tudor smiled, but. he did not answer. ** History repeats itself," thought he to himself. Next day at the hotel, when Dudley came to see his mother, it was no better. '* I am sorry I went, Duddy, very sorry." " Why V " For your sake I am sorry. I had made up my mind to like her, to do my very best, but now^ " " Do you mean to say you did not like the play ? " " Like it ? " she looked at her son, sorrowfully amazed. " How could I like it ? " " They all say there never was such a success ; that Margaret never played like that before, and that if she chose now — you should just see the cards and notes and compliments they have had to-day." **That is false London, I suppose," and she sighed. " No lady could really like it. It was shocking, it was dreadful " 198 LAND ahead! " What was shocking, I should like to know ? '* " The dress, Duddy ; her dress." " The dress ! why, that is a trifle, and if it were not, they say it was beautifully managed." " Ah I the blind boy ; the little blind boy. And then they, Duddy ; who are they V " All the people there, and the men especially. And lots of them are great at that, write plays, and go in for that sort of thing, and know all about it." " I thought them a very odd set altogether. Once or twice when I spoke to Mary Wygram, and when I really was shocked, they burst out laughing. Two young men who were standing near us were particularly rude.'' *' Yes ; but then, my dear mother, you made a fool of yourself. Those sort of people never will stand that." " I shall always say what I think, wherever I may be ; you may be quite sure of that. But the long and short of it is, that Shakspere is not meant for the family or the drawing-room. He is too coarse, and for my part I feel insulted by havino[ been invited to see such an exhibition." " They all swear by Shakspere ; you should just hear them. I don't know much about him LAND ahead! 199 myself, but I really must read him up. Margaret says when we are married she will read me a play sometimes in the evening." '' If Margaret, my dear Dudley, were to marry that graceful hero who acted with her, and who evidently does understand Shakspere so well, she would I am sure be much better suited than if she undertook the task of explaining the poetry ^ to you." Dudley rose from his chair terribly excited, and thrusting his hands into his pockets, faced his mother. " What do you mean ? " "Nothing." " Why did you say it ? Did you notice any- thing ? " His mother stopped to think. Might it be worth her while to hint at all sorts of dreadful things ? " Did you ? " he asked again, turning angrily to Mary Wygram, who was sitting trembling too much to go on with her work. " Oh no, nothing at all ; nothing, I assure you. There was nothing." He looked scornfully at his mother. *' They seemed interested in each other." 200 LAND ahead! " Psha ! they are old friends. Slie knew Mm before she knew me. That is the man, mother, who saved my life. You had better say nothing against him ; that is why Margaret likes him." A half-truth and a half-falsehood. He had said it excitedly. Then he stopped to think. Thinking afterwards, he found it must be true. Meanwhile, if he could have transported him- self suddenly to Hans Place, if he could have rendered himself invisible, would he have been so sure of the truth of it ? Mrs. Hoffman was out, she had "gone shop- ping," and Margaret was sitting alone on the stage, which had not yet been taken away. It was about twelve o'clock, when suddenly there came a ring at the bell, and Gretchen announced Count von Broderode. He laughed when he saw her sitting up there. " What are you doing ? " asked he. " No ; don't come down."" He came up and sat down beside her. " Shall I tell you ? " ** You are thinking over your triumphs of last night." "On the contrary, I am thirsting for more triumphs, for I am waiting for the dressmaker.'* LAND ahead! 201 '* Ah ! I suppose so. The trousseau." "Exactly." " I am so glad to find you alone." Then she got up. " Will you wait a moment ? I wish to speak to you." She sat down and waited, watching him. He got up restlessly and walked up and down the stage in front of her. " Do you want the prompter ? " asked she, playfully. He came close to her. " I want you to explain to me ; will you *? " " There is nothing to explain." " Why did you change so suddenly ? Why — why " His manner told her all. There had been some mistake. He cared after all. The revulsion of feeling was intense ; it was a pang of joy almost too sharp to withstand. ** I thought you and I were " " Hush ! I must not hear this. You forget — now it is too late." " Surely not ; not if you are true, as you used to let me think you were ; not if you ever cared " 202 LAND ahead! How she longed to tell liim all. How she longed to throw herself at his feet, and tell him she always cared. But there was a spectre rising before her ; Dudley's face haunted her. No, she had done enough evil, she thought. She must keep her word now. She had given it ; it was irrevocable. What were these pleading eyes, these tender words, this well-known voice to her now ? "It is no good explaining," she stammered. " It is too late. You were false. Dudley was true. I took Dudley. '^ In her haste she stumbled upon the injustice. " I — false ? I ? What are you saying ? Do you remember those days, those dreams we had together ? Do you remember how you first showed me the pride and joy of life, how you first taught me the worth of love and all the bliss its truth gives ? Did you find me a slow pupil ? And did we not learn together ? Did not the world open its treasures for us both at once, and did not Nature smile upon us first together ? Did we not catch gleams of happiness when standing side by side, which we had never seen before ? And did not long vistas of joy come to me when your eyes looked into mine, LAND AHEAD ! 203 and told me sweet truths undreamed of before ? Was it not you who showed me ambition, and who gave me earnest aims in life ? Was it not the hope of your sympathy, your spirit which gave me strength to attempt to pursue them ? Nay, Margaret, my dreams, my hopes, my aims, my ambition, were they not centred in you ? Did I not love you ? And I — I thought you loved me too." " Why did you throw it all away ? " " I throw it away ? You would not see me ; you refused me ; you would not even say ' Good-bye.' " *' On the contrary, Valentin ; now you are false. Ah ! stop your fine language and your tender reproofs. They are all false. I have been teaching myself to disbelieve all hope, all happiness, all kind words ever since. It was too hard. You should not have made me believe What am I saying? At least — I mean, Valentin, we dreamed too well ; we amused ourselves with our dream too much. That was false. That was not, could not be, life. Life is so different, so dull, so practical, so real, so different from that. However, Count von Broderode, I wrote to you, and asked you to come to see me." 204 LAND AHEAD ! She smiled triumphantly, as though now she had proved his falsehood. ^' You wrote ? I never got the letter." *'0h, mon ami! Gretchen took it." " Where to ? " '*To Sonnenfels." " When ? " '* It was your last evening, I think. You were there. I saw the lights from the castle at Blumenthal. She and Fritz took it together. She said you and Frau Senden were singing." " I tell you, Queen Daisy, I never got the letter. Ah ! now I remember." He strode across the stage excitedly. "Margaret, now I see. I saw Fritz, I ran out, I hoped, I knew not what, that you might be there, that you might be near. I came back ; Lotta had burnt something ; it was your note." " Oh, Valentin ! " A world of sorrow in the words. Her head was bent down ; and he, too, he felt as though he could not face her. ''And I doubted you, Margaret — I doubted you." ^ - What a silence it was. Meanwhile, they learnt the past. LAND ahead! 205 " "Was that destiny ? Margaret, they often say that destiny is cruel, implacable. Say, was that destiny 1 " " I do not know." She rose from her seat, and went towards a little cabinet that stood against the wall. There, leaning her arms on it, she buried her face away from him. '^ And I was so angry with you," he went on. " I went away to Berlin, vowing I would forget you, and all through the weary autumn I tried. But I could not. So then I came to England to find you ; and now — say, Margaret, now I have found you ? " She did not move or speak. " And you doubted me too ? " '' Yes." " But now, Margaret ; now — it is not too late surely " " It is too late." She turned round and faced him sternly as she said it. " You do not love him ? " Not facing him ; she could not say it so. " Yes ; I love him." " And you do not care for me ? " 206 LAND ahead! " No ; I do not care for you." "Turn round and say it. I don't believe it so." " One would think we were acting," said she, lightly. Her voice shook as she said it. " Say it again," said he, passionately. " I love him, and I do not care for you." *' There is falsehood somewhere in that," said he. " Heaven forgive you." They looked at each other for a moment in silence, a terrible silence, when no smile, no shadow of relenting was visible on either face. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Margaret, dear Margaret," said he, vehemently, " think well what you are doing. Think of the misery you consign me to, think of yourself, and think of Dudley too." " I will tell you the truth, Valentin," said she. "You will never breathe it again to any one? You will never use it against my will — not even for my good ? " " Trust me completely." Then she moved a few paces back from him. " Valentin, I did care for you ; it is nonsense to say I did not." He came nearer. She put up her hand. " But that is over now." LAND ahead! 207 He fell back again. "When you did not come, or write, or make any sign all through the long weeks, then I vowed I would forget you. Just then Dudley came. He was so kind, so true, so open ; there was nothing false about him. He was so honest. Then — then — then we were very poor ; mother had been extravagant ; we were in great want of money ; there were pressing difficulties ; Dudley found it out ; and then he offered her to pay it off if I would marry him. She accepted the money, and left me to accept him " " And so you tell me you love him ? " " And so, out of gratitude, I love him." " You are — sold, in fact ? " She did not answer. '* And you are content with your purchaser ? " She looked at him piteously. " How long will you love him, do you think ? And will you honour him, and will you obey him ? Is it right, do you think ? It is all false, you know. You did not really love him when you accepted him ? " " He is content." *' And that is woman ! " Valentin looked disgusted. 208 LAND AHEAD ! " We used to think him stupid, you and I ; do you think him stupid now ? " " Yes ; he is stupid. But I like stupid people better than clever ones." " He had a bad expression, we used to say, you and I." " That will improve." *' He cannot act, or play, or sing ; he can just read. He will be a desirable companion." " He will not want much of me." ''He is rich." " That covers a multitude of sins." " And you are charitable ? " *' More than you are." " You are deterniined ? " ''lam." " You think you are right ? " " I know it." '' You do not see that you are false, and hypocritical, and mercenary, and that in fact you marry an idiot for his money." " I marry to save my mother from disgrace." " And what becomes of Dudley in this ? " " He is content." *' And what becomes of me V^ She looked at him, as if well I but she LAND ahead! 209 would have given worlds if she might have comforted, have soothed him. He should not have tempted her so. A moment after she held out to him the mask which she had learnt to use so cleverly herself. '' You do not care." " By Heaven, I will tell no such" lies as you delight in. I do care. You shall never say you did it with your eyes shut, or that you did not know I cared." " I had better not know it." " You cannot help yourself." Then she turned to him, like a poor animal at bay. ''Valentin, you are not kind. You do not even pity me." He looked at her puzzled. " How am I to pity you, when it is your own doing '? " "It is not, or, at least, it was not. Now I have been driven too far to retract. I must go on. You see I must. You ought to help me to be firm." '' Help you I to do wrong ? " " Oh, it isn't wrong. Don't you see it isn't ? Don't you see that I must do it ? It is my fate. VOL. IL P 210 LAND ahead! One has heard before of girls marrying to save their families from disgrace, and they have lived, and have learnt to love their husbands and to be happy, and so shall I. Good-bye, Valentin." She put out her hand to him. Was he never going to take it ? " No ; I cannot take it, Margaret. You are too false. You will see it some day, and will acknowledge I am right." He did not even look at her again ; he took up his hat and he went away. CHAPTER XIII. Can I think of her as dead, and love her for the love she bore ? No — she never loved me truly : love is love for evermore. Lochsley Hall. The wedding-day drew near, and presents and dresses seemed to fill the minds of most of those concerned. Mrs. Hoffman said she did not know what it was to sit quiet for a moment, while, on the contrary, the calm seemed to deepen in Margaret's character, and she looked on with an amused smile at all that was going on around her. After the conversation recorded in the last chapter, Valentin and Margaret had tacitly avoided each other ; not that he did not come to Hans Place, for he was there daily (it seemed as if he came ao^ainst his will, and as thoug;h he could not keep away), but they avoided being alone together. Margaret could have no wish to see him now, and he felt too bitter towards P 2 212 LAND ahead! her to trust himself with her when no one couhl ! overhear his taunts. He was beginning to learn j that her mind was made up unchangeably, and \ that recrimination was useless ; but it was difficult j for him to take the lesson quietly. He was but ! learning now what she had learnt in the early winter; the same dull, painful ideas were drilling : themselves into his head which had throbbed \ through her in the first long days of her arrival j in England. She watched him with pain, for | she read his thoughts and knew she was to blame ; \ she knew it all beforehand. Thus and thus did ] he think : Women were false ; there was not j one true on the earth, none worth trusting, or , worthy of any sacrifice. A selfish life was all a | sensible man could live ; any faith in others j must lead to disappointment. * How she pitied him ! How she longed for i nobler hopes, nobler faith to come to him. How i she hated herself for having been the one to j destroy his enthusiasm, his confidence, and his i aspirations. His very nature seemed changed ; ■ now she hardly knew him for the bright ideal ' she ha,d worshipped the autumn before at i Sonnenthal ; yet again, suddenly a gleam of the old spirit would flash out, and dimly, like a ghost '•■ LAND AHEAD I 213 of her old friend, she would feel ValeDtin was near. Yet she could not help him ; she could but stand at a distance and watch. Her kindness would have been rejected with scorn ; her kind- ness might have been considered dishonourable. Her hands were tied, and she could but look on, take his bitterness in all meekness, and wait. And meanwhile this separation between these two friends filled the other on - lookers with delight. Mrs. Hoffman marked her sense of approval thus — " Margaret, my dear, I am glad you do not talk too much to Valentin ; I was afraid that after acting together " " Why, mother ! What are you afraid of ? We are old friends, nothins^ more." Something in her daughter s manner precluded her asking questions. " Nothing more ! But still, being so intimate, I was afraid that Dudley might get a little jealous." *' You need never be afraid of anything of that sort." 214 LAND AHEAD ! Mrs. Hoffman, knowing what she knew, thought it a little unfair, and she felt angry. "Oh, you are going to be Caesar's wife, of course ! But what coloured bonnet do you have to go away in ? " " Grey, and a crimson flower, mother." After that no further word was spoken about Valentin, but Mrs. Hoffman kept her eyes open ; then came to the conclusion that he was very sharp, sarcastic, and disagreeable, that he never could have cared for Margaret, but that he had notwithstanding first-rate taste in jewellery, also in furniture, and as she was rather in want of a man to go about with her, Dudley and Margaret being so taken up with each other, she took him with her everywhere, partly for her own use, and partly that he might be out of Margaret's way. Dudley had told Margaret that she was to have the furnishing of her boudoir left entirely to her own taste, and Mrs. Hoffman having made an expedition to Froghambury during Mrs. Vane's absence, from which she returned radiant, was now full of all sorts of artistic notions on the subject, in which Valentin amused himself by helping. What journeys they had to Wardour Street and to all kinds of places ; what discus- LAND ahead! 215 sions and arguments tliere were, and always Mrs. Hoffman was beaten, and Valentin had his way ; "for," as she said continually, "his taste and imagination, and his knowledge, my dear, surpass anything I ever came across in so young a man. He knows the period of everything, and the style of every period." So it ended by Margaret's boudoir being fur- nished by Valentin. And while all this fuss and excitement were going on about the wedding, while dresses and costumes seemed to occupy the female part of the society, Dudley, who found Margaret too busy sometimes to be always with him, was drawn again unconsciously to Valentin. It seemed as if it must have been a bad dream that he had ever cared for her ; it must all have been a mistake ; why, now they never so much as spoke to each other. Was it perhaps that the power of his love had drawn Margaret so closely to him ? Just because he cared so much, had she forgotten Valentin ? or would it have been so always, if he only had been able to make her understand 1 Would she always have preferred him, if she only had known him best ? Thinking so, he beamed with happiness, and his joy, running over, made him love Margaret more, and all 216 LAND ahead! the world also. Valentin again found himself gradually regaining his old place in Dudley's heart ; once more he was the trusted friend ; once more he was the confidant of his jests and his hopes and his difficulties ; once more he found himself being esteemed and honoured as he had been before jealousy had poisoned Dudley's mind against him. '^You must come and stay with us at Erog- hambury, old fellow ; you must let England be your second home." Margaret looked on amazed. " She looks astonished. Look at her. Well, he saved my life. Should I not devote it all to him in return ? " ** No, certainly not," said she, laughing. " You are going to devote it to me." " Will you not spare me a little of it ? " asked Valentin, watching her narrowly. " No, certainly not. No more at least than some tiny little bit Dudley may perhaps find over, against my will." So seemingly life was settling into smooth waters, and the sunlight smiled on the dancing wavelets. Who knew of the swelling current beneath in Valentin's heart, who but Margaret, LAND ahead! 217 and was slie not now wholly occupied -with Dudley ? If slie thouglit of him, as sometimes a bitter word made her think, had she not good hope that the storm would be stilled in time ? Valentin must learn his lesson, must know that he had let his chance slip by, must forget the past, or remember it only, as she did, as a pedestal on which to rear future strength, future self-abnegation, a life of self-denial. Surely in the intimate friendship and the thorough confidence to which he was now admitted, in all his talk about Buhl cabinets and carved panels with Mrs. Hoffman, in his quick apprecia- tion of humour, in the accounts Dudley gave him of his difficulties, there could not be much room left for disappointed passion ! Certainly Dudley had difficulties. Mrs. Vane made opposition to the marriage, to the settlements, to the day, to the church, to the bridesmaids, to the clergyman, to the break- fast, to the best man — to everything. Lilly Vane, his sister, — a tall, gawky girl, who had never had a proposal in her life, — said all sorts of bitter, unanswerable things — even insulted Mrs. Hoffman and Margaret to their faces one day during a morning call ; while " Uncle Ted " 218 LAND ahead! confined himself to shaking his head and looking ! unutterable things. i Mr. Tudor temporized, agreeing with Mrs. Vane i in Brook Street or at Froghambury, with Mrs. i Hoffman in Hans Place, and with Dudley wherever he met him. He was therefore no use at all \ to anybody, but made much mischief, and 'i thought he was successfully feathering his own \ nest. . i When it came to Mrs. Vane at last, that she ■ must accept the inevitable, and that nothing i could prevent the marriage, she took some old ' lace off an old gown and sent it to Margaret. j No other Vane sent any present at all. " What does it matter ? " said Margaret. " Who would care for presents given one by people who do not love one ? A present is only a sign of affection ; if it isn't that it is nothing.'' Valentin gave his present to Dudley. Between himself and Margaret there was no " sign of affec- tion " at all. Margaret liked it best so. " When feeling is dead," she said to herself, ''it is painful to assume it. After all, I only want Dudley and he to be friends ; that is all I can want ; that was my first idea when I first LAND ahead! 219 saw them togetlier. How oddly things have turned out ! " " What will you do with your evenings at Froghambury ? " said Valentin to her a day or two before the wedding. - *' I do not know. I am not there yet. We are going to Scotland for a month." " Will you have music ? Oh, but Dudley does not care for it." " I shall see what the others do." "There will be no acting then — no dancing." " I can always read." " But if one has no one to talk over one's books with, even that " "I do not know, Valentin, what I shall do ; but Dudley will tell you afterwards what I do." " Are you afraid of it 1 " This he said with a lowered voice, and his eyes fixed fast upon her face. " I have an idea," said she. " No ; I am not afraid ; for though a country life is the life I always dreaded, though I shall have but little sympathy and few friends to help me, yet I am not afraid. I see plenty to do before me ; and — 1 am going to make Dudley a great man — it will 220 LAND ahead! be glorious moulding him to my highest and best ideas. He loves me, so I shall do it." " Certainly ; you will have your hands full." "And if I succeed, Valentin, by and by, will you not — will you not say I have done well ? " " Yes." He was touched by her confident energy. " To make a good, useful man out of him who has wasted all his opportunities hitherto — I will do it ; and teaching, I shall learn." " Be careful, Margaret. Do not be too con- fident. Do not mistake his nature ; think well what it is. Do you know how he will hold you — how when the first fever of his love is over " " No, no ; then he shall find something better in its place." " Men are not moulded so easily ; and to do good work, we should be true workmen to begin it with." But Margaret had her idea, and she hugged it to her heart. Valentin must be left behind ; all idle obstacles, all selfishness must be foregone ; for the sake of the love she had sworn to Dudley she would sacrifice herself utterly, wholly ; for the sake of LAND ahead! 221 making this man true, and great, and worthy of his responsibilities she woul d sink herself entirely. She had got a dim perception that if she could only divest herself of all selfishness, of all jDride, of all caprice, forget herself wholly, forgive faults, live truth and sow it, that then it might be done. " You cannot do it," said Valentin, tauntingly ; "you do not know him as I know him. And you are so weak. Your pride will come in against you everywhere." " Yet I feel as if I ought to do it, as if the work had been put into my hand to do, as if the power and the influence had been given me. Every one seems to say something bearing upon it ; heedless words burn into my soul, and sometimes I seem to stand here — choosing. Why cannot I do it, Valentin ? " " You are too good for him," said he, wonder- in s^ly. " Is not life self-sacrifice ? Whose am I ? mine or God's ? Whose work am I to do ? If I could only forget myself better — if I only had more strength. To-day he said to me, ' You may make me what you like.' Surely I shall succeed. You will see some day." How could he be bitter to her after that ? 222 LAND ahead! But he was all the more so, perhaps, that he saw the worth of the woman he had lost. The wedding-day came at last. A bright, blustering day in March. It was all to be as quiet as possible, for the Vanes were not coming. Dudley had had many refusals. He had asked Valentin to be best man. " I could not possibly ; I could not possibly think of such a thing." So he found another young friend of his, who had not long been out of his teens. Then he had asked Mr. Tudor to marry them, and Mr. Tudor had drawn a long face of disquietude. *' You see, your mother, my dear Dudley " " Enough ! I would not * inconvenience you for worlds." So the parish priest had to perform the ceremony. But, notwithstanding these vexations, things went smoothly enough. Margaret had never looked so beautiful. *' She goes as a dumb animal to the sacrifice," thought Valehtin. The fo.ur bridesmaids were bright and cheery as spring itself The church was full of smartly- LAND ahead! 223 dressed people ; moreover, had not Lilly Vane come with a friend ? did she not look despair itself? Was not that Mrs. Vane hidinf? behind a distant pillar ? and was not thin Mary Wygram craning over the gallery ? Was not this triumph itself? ]\irs. HoJBfman's new silk dress seemed to gain stiffness at the discovery. And after the church, was there ever such a merry breakfast ? How kind and bright and beaming they all were. Orford EUis, and poor Bertram Powys, and Mr. Wemyss, they were all there, and many more of the old sparkling set besides ; and what jokes they made ; through them the feast was a picture indeed of fat Laughter holding both his sides. "By Jove, what jolly fellows they are," said Dudley, as repartee answering repartee shot around him. Speeches were not allowed, they said, but they did nothing but make speeches, only not one was satisfactorily concluded. Dudley and Margaret cut the cake, and then Dudley tried to make a speech. He did invite them all to Froghambury ; but after that the Muse forsook him ; and then, actually, Margaret, 224 LAND ahead! blushing and with all her honours upon her, jumped up and thanked them for all their kind.ness, their presence, and their presents, and for their favours past and to come ; " for," she added, "you see I am insatiable; you have not half done with me, and I shall require your friendship always in the future to make me happy — even though Dudley will always be here at my right hand too. Am I not insatiable ? Why, you have let me finish my speech ! " They all declared it was an abrupt and not a proper ending ; but they cheered her till the applause was deafening ; and then the eager strife of tongues began again. There was only one Knight Doleful there. Valentin sat playing with his knife and fork, looking nervously now at Dudley, now at Margaret. She was astonished at his want of control, and she twitted him upon his sad face. "It is because I must leave you all. I go back to Berlin to-night. My leave is up." But no sad sentiment could have place there to-day ; it was but an excuse for more drinking of healths, for more compliments, for more unfinished speeches. LAND ahead! 225 Even Valentin was obliged to laugh. At the end, when Margaret sat in the carriage with Dudley, and she looked out on the group gathered on the steps, amid the showers of rice and old shoes with which they were being pelted, the triumphant demeanour of Mrs. Hoffman, the jocund affability of Mr. Tudor, and the downcast, haunting look of Valentin, struck her forcibly, and were impressed on her mind in their vivid contrasts for many a long day. VOL. II. Q CHAPTER XIV. Our life is turned Out of her course, whenever man is made An offering or a sacrifice, a tool Or implement, a passive thing employed As a brute mean, without acknowledgment Of common right or interest in the end ; Used or abused, as selfishness may prompt. 3Irs. Hemans. Feoghambury House is built at the top of a bill ; the road to it goes winding up througb the park, under noble old trees, and you catch glimpses of distant vistas, and of the deer standing in the bracken or grazing in the glades, making you dream of all sorts of rural delights. But as for the hill itself, Margaret thought they would never reach the top. The honeymoon was over — that month of doubtful bliss, and this was the return home. The horses were going as fast as they could, the post-boy had cracked his whip till he was tired ; shouting children and applauding villagers were accompanying the carriage, and triumphal LAND ahead! 227 arches were erected at every possible place, saying, if the tongues of the populace should not say it clearly enough, " Welcome home," *'Long life and happiness to you both," and other devices equally well-meaning and equally trite. " Ah, but she's a bonnie lady," said one of the villagers to his comrade, as they came so close to the carriao^e that Mars^aret heard them. She blushed, and she could not repress a smile as she met their honest gaze. "Yes, yes ; no nonsense about her." " This will be the beginning of a happy time for us, I know." " And for her too, I hope." Another turn in the road. " Oh, Dudley, what a loLg hill ! " *'It is rather. What do you think of the park ? " " Beautiful ! " said she, as she looked over it with strange, unaccustomed eyes. In Germany houses arid parks are not to be found like that ; and when Mrs. Hoffman had come (lovm on that journey of exploration, Marcraret had not come. '' She had rather wait," she said, " till she came to stay." Was she afraid Q 2 228 LAND ahead! that she might wish to run away from it ? Did she dread the inevitable ? " How bright it all is," said she, softly. The children's bright faces, as they ran along- side, the laughter, the merry words she heard, pleased her impressionable temperament. She leaned back in the carriage and began to enjoy her home-coming. " Home ! " she muttered in a whisper. " How much there is in the word ! " Just then the great house loomed in sight. *'What will it hold for us both, I wonder, Dudley ? " She glided her hand into her husband's as she spoke. '' I wish those confounded children would hold their tongues, and would go back," said he, roughly. She looked pained. He was dispelling the illusion. Yet it was nothing new. In this short month many of Margaret's illusions had been dispelled. The truth she had most surely learnt was, that the limit to Dudley's capabilities, and to his temper, was an exceedingly narrow one. She had used to think that man's nature was infinite ; now she did not think it was. LAND ahead! 229 " Let them stay," said she. " We do not come home every day." And now a few moments more, and they are at home. There stands the great house, proud and solitary in its grandeur, save for the grand old cedars that seem to stretch out their arm.s protectingly towards it, save too for the noble undulating park and " the cattle on a thousand hills," over wiiich it seems to reign. Margaret stayed a moment to look and admire, turned a last friendly glance on the group of enthusiastic country-people and servants standing- there, and then giving her hand to Dudley, alighted from the carriage, and walking up the broad stone steps, went into her home. There, inside the great hall, with its armour and heads of deer and its great, stiff, old-fashioned furniture, stood the family waiting to receive her. Marofaret's heart sank. In the excitement and happiness of the moment she had forsjotten them. At one time she had half hoped that they would not be here just at first, but she had made no request, and now here they were, and it was like entering 230 LAND AHEAD ! into a vault and having a row of ghosts to receive her. There seemed to be no flesh and blood there. First there was Mrs. Vane, stifi" and straight ; she advanced a step or two with one outstretched" hand. "How do you do, Lady Vane? I am afraid you are tired after your journey ? Your rooms are quite ready." " Oh no, I am not tired ; but I am very glad to be here. Ah ! there is Lilly." " How do you do, my new sister ? " Lilly came forward awkwardly as she said it, and kissed Margaret coldly on the forehead. Lilly was too much afraid of Dudley not to be civil. After that the ine\dtable Uncle Ted seemed to stumble upon her, as if he were very much surprised at the adventure. " Mary is in her room, I think. We did not expect you quite so soon ; that must be her apology." " And who is Mary ? '^ asked Margaret. " My sister," said Mrs. Vane, with acerbity. " Ah ! is she here ? " Meanwhile Dudley was on thorns. Was his LAND AHEAD ! 231 j Wife to have no warmer reception than this ? and ; if not, how would she bear it ? j " Would you like to see your rooms. Lady | Vane ? " ! Margaret laughed aloud. i " Really, Mrs. Vane, I can't help laughing ; | but you must not call me that.'' ! " Not what ? " \ Mrs. Vane seemed to tower over her in her i indignant surprise. i " Lady Vane ; it is too formidable. Couldn't I : be Margaret at once, I wonder ? " . | Then she met Lilly's eye, and she looked on to Uncle Ted's face. " You might both call me Margaret, couldn't \ you ? " I " Oh, certainly." " Yes ; I should think so." j " Very well, Margaret," said Mrs. Vane. ! But the name sounded horrible in Mrs. Vane's I lips. . 1 " Will you like to see your rooms, Margaret ? " ' " If you please. But, ah ! am I to run the ' gauntlet between all those people ? " she asked ; good-huraouredly, for she suddenly saw that the ^ inner hall was lined with servants. 232 LAND ahead! " They will not bite," said Mrs. Vane, witli a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. " Then will you lead the way ? " Somehow Margaret always seemed to get the best of it. There was a rustle of expectation among the servants as she approached, and then a stout, beaming old woman stepped forward. "And are you Master Dudley's wife? Good luck to you and happiness I am sure. I have known him ever since he was a baby in arms." *' And you are the housekeeper, I am sure ? " " Yes ; and there is his nurse ; and here is Mr. Douglas, who was with Sir Gilbert, I don't know how long.'* " I hope you will all approve of me, I am sure," said Margaret, laughing. " No fear of that." " A bright lady, and no mistake." And then she ran upstairs after Mrs. Yane. It was like being in contact with an icicle to be alone with that lady. " This is your sitting-room ; your mother furnished it." This then was Yalentin's work. How lovely it was. Every detail had been perfectly and LAND AHEAD ! 233 consistently carried out. How it flattered the eye after the bareness and cold stiffness in the rest of the house. A haven of refuge indeed. But Margaret was too clever to show her satis- faction very vividly. " AVhat a glorious view ! " said she, walking to the window. "It is pretty, especially on a spring evening like this." Then there was the bed-room after that, and the dressing-rooms beyond, bare and cold and heavily furnished. Mrs. Yane glided away. Marcraret came back and threw herself into a low chair by the window. So this was coming home. And the only person who seemed glad to see her was the old housekeeper, and the only room where she felt at home or would ever feel at peace had been prepared for her by the man whom she had thought false and whom she had sworn to forget. The door opened and Dudley came in. He brouo^ht a chair close to hers. " Do you like it. Queen Daisy ? " " This room ? I think it is perfect — delicious." A shadow crossed his face. 234 LAND ahead! " I did not mean this room. But I am glad you like it." " Oh, you meant Froghambury ? " " Yes." "They do not like me, Dudley. They will never like me." "You mistake. They are shy — nervous-— awkward." " No ; they are cross, and they mean to be so. But, Dudley, I do not care ; I have you." He bent over and kissed her. " Do you regret ? " " Eegret ! no. A thousand times, no." "You are generous, Margot. And I feared you might think I had been mean when you saw what reception they gave you." " No ; that is not your fault. But, Dudley, we will not let them be cross. You and I are two " " One you mean." " Well, one ; but we have the strength of, two, and we will win them over. Then, too, we always have this room to come away to, and where we can be happy." Valentin again. Why was he always crossing her brain this evening ? The dressing-bell rang. LAND ahead! 235 and Margaret put on a simple white dress and went down. ** Edward, give Margaret your arm." ** And where will you sit, Margaret ? Here by Lilly '? you can see out over the park so. Will that do?" " That wdll do nicely," laughed Margaret, as she seated herself by Lilly. But she understood now she w^as to be nothing in the house. After Margaret's little answer silence reigned supreme. She looked up surprised, but she found they were all busy with their soup. Margaret began to w^onder if she had said anything wrong, or if she had laid the wrong stress or accent on " nicely." Just then she caught the glimmer of a smile on Miss Wygram's face. Probably she had seen other victims going through this same pro- bation at the family dinner ; or probably it only was that Mrs. Yane w^as cross with her for havinsr married Dudley. Well, she would show at any rate that she did not bear malice. " What a curious old house it is," said she, and they all looked up, surprised. If a volcano had burst there could not have been more dismay. S36 LAND ahead! But Margaret did not care. *' There are some beautiful bits of old carving all about." " Yes," said Dudley, but under protest, as it were. " I went on a little exploring expedition, Mrs. Vane, on my way down." "Eh?" " And such beautiful pictures in the hall. Some of them must be very valuable. Are they not, Edward ? " " I don't know. I dare say they may be." ''I must find out all about them. Dudley, you must tell me." " I really don't know." '' Not know ! Ah ! you have not lived in this house very much perhaps. But not know ! Does no one know ? Perhaps that explains the uncared- for state I found some of them in." " Will you have some beef, Margaret ? " '' No, thank you. I think nothing is so sad as a fine old picture going to decay. Don't you. Miss Wygram ? " " Oh, I do ; I do indeed." "It can't speak or murmur ; it touches us by its faded beauty, but it is quite dumb and help- less ; and then, as it gets more faded and more LAND ahead! 237 degraded, living envy comes and lauglis over it, while the spirit of the dead painter seems to sigh over it in vain." "You are very artistic in your tastes, Margaret," said Mrs. Yane, with an air of resignation. " Life would not be much without art, would it ? " said she. But they were busy over their beef, and her words fell on heedless ears. " Dudley, you are very silent to-night," said Margaret, with annoyance in her voice. " Am I ? Oh, well ! we had to make an early start of it. I am rather done." " Scotland was so beautiful, Lilly." " Ah ! I suppose so." Another silence, longer, worse than any of the former. " Your house was burnt down, wasn't it, Mrs. Yane ? " asked Margaret at last, in despair. " The lodge ? Oh yes ; it was." " How dreadful." Just then the servants left the room. " Margaret," said Mrs. Yane, a little severely, "we never talk before the servants." " Why not ? " she laughed, in utter innocence. 238 LAND ahead! " We find it best." ** But how bad for them." • "Why?" " They must think you so stupid, or so cross. They must indeed think you have not an idea between you." "I cannot help that." " And then it must be so dull, and sets them such a bad example." Then the servants came back. " But tell me about the fire." Mrs. Yane was too angry to speak. " We were all away," said Dudley ; " only an old man and his wife in it, who took very good care of themselves. But they did not stop the fire." " So then " " So then it was burnt to the ground, and then my mother came to live here, till it could be built up again." " And why wasn't it built up again ? " Dudley coloured. "Well, you see, she got all the plans and estimates, but then Uncle Gilbert fell ill " "The long and short of it was, I preferred this," said Mrs. Yane, looking rather triumphantly across the room at old Douglas. LAND ahead! 239 " And now when will it be built up again ? " asked Margaret. " I suppose I shall have to do it," said Dudley. "You and I might go and live there," said Margaret. Dudley stared at her, and so did they all. She understood she had said something dreadful, and she was delighted, for she was getting cross too. The meal progressed, and the silence grew, for Margaret was too weary to make any more efforts. The candles made a cheerful light through the room, and the dessert looked pretty and luxurious on the table. But it was only a mockery of comfort. In no heart was there any comfort at all. Afterwards, when they were in the drawing- room, Lilly took up her work, and Miss Wygram followed suit. Mrs. Vane became absorbed in*a book, and, after offering another to Margaret, thought she had done her duty. So Margaret was left to observe them all, undisturbed. " Do you work all the evening, Lilly ?" asked she, at last. " Yes. But it will soon be time to go to bed." 240 LAND ahead! " Oh yes. You sleep immensely here, I dare say ? '* *' Yes ; I think we do." " Mrs. Vane is asleep now, I think." " Oh yes ; she always sleeps in the evening." " Don't you play or anything ? " *' No ; it would wake her." ** Or not at any game ? " " No ; it would disturb the others." Later, Dudley did ask Margaret to try the piano ; but no one else evinced any interest about the experiment, or thanked her when she had finished playing, so she understood it had been solely proposed for her own amusement. This was flat. Then having looked around, and having seen different members of the family in different stages of dulness, stupidity, and somnambulism ; having discovered carefully also that there were no family prayers, and that she would not be hurting any one's feelings, she said she would like to go upstairs, and she said a general good- night. The answers were mostly indistinct, so she glided away, and Dudley followed her to light her candle. LAND ahead! 241 " Dudley, take me away. I cannot bear it." He looked at her amazed. ** ^yhat is it ? what can't you bear ? This is temper, isn't it ? or what do you mean ? " He really thought it had not been disagreeable ; quiet, of course, but in the country must it not be so ? " I can live anywhere alone. I can live anywhere with you. But I cannot, cannot bear this." He took her upstairs, he tried to listen, he tried to understand. There, standinor at the open window, looking out on the silvery moon- light that lay on hill, tree-top, and quiet valley, he tried to calm her. " Believe me, wait a little, and you will soon like it all right." " Like it ! Oh, I shall die of it. I am quite different already." And again — " I feel as if I ought to be dead, or half dead, and then I might bear it." " Do you give up so soon ? I thought you and I were to win them over ? " Then she burst into tears, and compunction unnerved her. VOL. II. R 242 LAND ahead! " Perhaps it was my fault. Perhaps I did not understand them. Perhaps they did mean to be kind. Dudley, I will try to manage better to-morrow." CHAPTER XY. Believe not those that lands possess, And shining heaps of useless ore, The only lords of happiness. The next day Dudley took Margaret all over the house. Her admiration for the pictures and the old china and for the different artistic objects that met her everywhere knew no bounds, but her enthusiasm was sadly damped at seeing how little all these things were cared for, how dust had gathered on them, how the pictures needed care, and how oddly the china was pushed away in strange impossible corners. She herself dis- covered two or three valuable pieces in a curious old cabinet. " There is work before me indeed, Dudley," said she, warming to her occupation. " Yes," said he. But it was in a very doubtful tone, for would R 2 24:4: , LAND AHEAD ! Mrs. Yane let Margaret touch these things. Yet, in fact, they were Margaret's. " I shall make the house look quite a different place." " Yes/' said he, again ; this time with a yawn, for this rubbishy old china was nothing to him, and as for the pictures, they might be valuable, but they were not amusing. " You must come and see my pictures,'' said he. **Yes," said she enthusiastically ; "that I will. Where are they ? " " In the servants' hall. They are put there till I come to hang them up." " Let us come now." He was pleased at her readiness, and smiled as she came close to him and put down the duster with which she had been dusting the china. They were standing in the gallery that ran all round the hall ; great arches tapered up to the ceiling ; through them you could look down into the great hall beneath. Dudley was leaning lazily on the balustrade watching Margaret. Now, as she came close to him, he threw his arm round her. ^ '- " Queen Daisy, I hope you will be happy here." LAND AHEAD ! 245 She was touched, and smiling, answered bravely — " I am sure I shall/' She did not say she had been awake all night, trembling at the bitter revelations that had come to her, absolutely afraid of the dreary outlook the future presented to her. *' Don't you see it all, Queen Daisy ? Don't you understand now how it was that — you hooked me so easily ? " *' No ; unless it is that we are so different." "Not quite ; except that I had never seen any one like you before. This life was so dull, and i you seemed like an angel ; so bright, so merry, ; as if you must make fun wherever you went." ; " And now that you have caged the bird, and brought me here, Dudley, you must be kind to j me." - . ; There was a little shake in her voice as she ! said it, and Dudley kissed her for answer. ■ Just then the rustle of a dress was heard, and \ Sit the end of the corridor they saw the receding . figure of Mrs. Vane. j Margaret flushed indignantly. " "Would she listen ? would she do such a ; thing ? " 246 LAND ahead! Dudley too coloured. " I do not know. I don t }} " Stay ! " said Margaret. " There she is." For Mrs. Vane had entered the hall below. Lilly was reading in a great arm-chair by the fire. " Quite sickening, I declare ! '' said Mrs. Vane, loud enough for them to hear. " That German girl is kissing your brother, and he has his arm round her, and it is like the servants, really they should not do it in public.'' '' So,'' said Margaret aloud, from above, " we are to have no love-making in this model estab- lishment. Come, Dudley, let us go to the servants' hall." Dudley was quite ready ; they went together. "Oh, Dudley," she exclaimed, going down the broad oak stairs looking at the pictures as she went, "I do wish poor Sir Gilbert were alive." "Why?" " Because I am sure he would have told me all about these things ; none of you seem to know. But he must have cared about them, and it would have been so nice to have had somebody." " Come and see my pictures." LAND ahead! 247 There on the way were Mrs. Simeon and Douglas, the butler, who came out from respective doors to greet Margaret. She wished them both good morning, and said she had come to see Mr. Dudley's pictures. '' How will it all end, I wonder ? " asked Mrs. Simeon of Douglas, lifting up her hands towards him when they had passed. *' I don't know. AYe ought to manage to turn out the old lady somehow now, I think. But she's a very tough one to manage." *' Oh, so those are the pictures, are they ? " This was Margaret's exclamation at the sight of Dudley's favourite works of art. Horses, and dogs, and sporting characters in different stages of excitement and of physical development were the subjects of the collection. Dudley grew eloquent as he explained. " Look here ! Look how magnificently he takes this gate. And look at the hounds : heads down, sterns up. Did you ever see such paint- ing ? I am going to have them all hung up in the study." " In the study ? " They went through them all. " Going to Cover," " Unkennelling the Fox- 248 LAND ahead! hounds," *' Breaking Cover," and tlien "The Chase" itself. " Did you ever see anything so noble, so inspir- ing ? " asked Dudley, catching some of Margaret's words for his purpose. "No," said Margaret, supposing she was very stupid. Then there was " Making a Cast at a Fault." This took Dudley a long time to explain. Marga- ret was obliged to sit down while she listened. Then came " Digging for the Fox," and then at last the end of the Tragic History, " The Death of the Fox." " Poor thing ! Why do they let them kill it ? Those foremost hounds are brutes." How Dudley laughed at her. Margaret was glad when it was all over, and then Dudley proposed that she should come and explore the park. " Oh yes ; she would like that," and she ran off to get her hat like a child. " You must take me out hunting," said she, as she settled herself in the pony carriage by Dudley's side. "We must have some rides first," said he. LAND AHEAD ! 249 "Except Schock, my father's pony, I have never ridden anything." Then he took her all over the park. How glorious it was. The young shoots were just bursting ; the tender light of spring seemed to be on everything ; the bracken was just uncurl- ing, the old trees were unbending in their stern majesty, and were coming out in their new garb for the summer. How peaceful everything seemed, and how glad in the universal peace. The sunlight lying on grassy slope and on the barks of the trees seemed to Margaret like God\s smile resting on his works. Why could not Dudley understand her thoughts ? why did a hidden and terrible sense of loneliness oppress her all at once ? If Dudley were not one with it all, how could she love him properly ? or failing him, how could she love it all without him ? To be independent of human sympathy seemed an impossibility to Margaret. " How proud you must be of all this," said she, presently. "It is a nice old place, isn't it ? Sir Gilbert must have loved it." " He did. I almost wonder he left it to me." " Why ? " 250 LAND ahead! " He thought me a failure." Margaret would not let the thought that Sir Gilbert was right have its way. " You will not be that, Dudley, now ? " " A failure ! no. But — look at the deer ; " he pointed with his whip to the startled herd as he spoke. " He was absurd. What am I to do ? I will live here and keep the place together, and enjoy myself." " Is that all 1 " " Of course he had to work, to buy the place back, and to leave money to keep it in the family. But now that it is here, what am I to do ? " ^' He would have liked you to go into Parlia- ment, and to be something. After all, Dudley, what is the good of being some one if you are not something ? " " I don't know. But I know I had rather a precious sight be some one than something." " Have you any neighbours here ? any one to speak to ? " ''Neighbours! Why should we want neigh- bours ? No ; there is the clergyman. But he's dying, they say, and then we shall have old Tudor, though that seems a robbery." "Why?" LAND ahead! 251 " I heard it afterwards, throuo^li Mr. Mortimer. ]\Iy Uncle Gilbert promised him the living if he would stop our marrying. He thought he had stopped it when he took me away and you would not see me ; so the next presentation of it was made over to him." " And was that all ? " "AUwhat?" " Was there no other threat, no other punish- ment, if you married me ? " " No. Was not that enough ? " After that Margaret was silent for a long time. She was trying to make it all out. What should she do with herself here always ? What could she make of Dudley ? What would Dudley make of her ? Often in the honeymoon it had seemed dull and dreadful ; now too they had come to the end of their conversation. " I must learn all about ferrets and rats," said she half to herself. " Oh yes ; rare sport that," chimed in Dudley. " And then there are the terriers. You must come and see them." " Oh yes." They were going down a steep hill in the park then ; dark pine trees grew on either side of the 252 LAND AHEAD ! path, and at the bottom gleamed the water of the lake. " How still, how strange," said she. "Yes. It wants cleaning out." " It looks infinite. It is like eternity." She shuddered involuntarily. Would eternity be as dark, as comfortless, as mysterious as that 'i " Cold, my gal ? " " So, Dudley, you have no neighbours ? " *' Neighbours ! let me see. There is Mrs. Kingsford. You might go and see her some day. And there is Miss Warburton, a great friend of my mother's. I think the Chesters are our nearest neighbours." " Who are they ? " " Lord and Lady Chester ; great swells. Too grand to take any notice of us. She was Lady Lorraine something or other." This was not encouraging. *' But there is a neighbourhood, I suppose ? " " Oh yes : one sees it at the Hunt Ball, or if any one comes of age " " Why didn't you come of age ? " I did ; last year. I was twenty-five last vear. " And when else does one see it ? " LAND AHEAD ! 253 " Sometimes some one gives a dance in the summer. Dances are horrid things." Maroraret's heart sank within her. What was she to do ? Would not poverty, the direst, the most abject, be ever so much better than this dull state ? " You will have a nice easy time of it here," said Dudley. " Shall I ? " ** Yes ; my mother does all the housekeeping, and orders everything, and sees to the poor, and all that, so you wiU have nothing to do but enjoy yourself." Enjoy herself. How was she to do that? She, the most energetic, the most universally active mind that one could well find, she with her delicate artistic sensitive nature suddenly to be caged up in a Castle of Indolence, with no one but sons of the soil. Truly the contrast was painful ; truly the conflict between the will and the power was terrible. That afternoon she set herself in all meekness to understand the characters of the people with whom she had to live. They were soon summed up, and later she found no reason to alter her opinions. 254 LAND ahead! Mrs. Yane, a selfish, jealous woman, who had made up her mind to hate her. Lilly, an awkward, raw girl, who had evidently- been always so thrown back upon herself that now there was hardly anything to draw out. Uncle Ted, a cypher, who seemed hopelessly indolent, for he seldom spoke, and if he did it was too indistinctly to be understood. Yet Margaret was convinced it was indolence, for if he happened to be thirsty, or to require anything, he could speak plainly enough. Mary Wygram, the casual visitor, soured, but anxious to conciliate those in authority. Dudley therefore only remained. He must furnish sympathy, interest, energy, life ; Dudley must be her centre, her anchor. Well, was he not her husband ? After she had arrived at all these conclusions, after her attempts at conversation and at concilia- tion had all turned out to be in vain, she went out to the hall-door to breathe the fresh air. Bitter disappointment oppressed her heart ; a sense of failure weighed her down. She looked out on the wide scene of undulating ground, on the shadows of the trees, on the glorious prospect of noble hill and quiet vale, and — hated it all. LAND ahead! 255 Then, as she stood there, she saw something winding slowly up the hill ; whether it were cart or carriage she could not see, but it was something of exterior life. She waited, watching to see what it would turn out. It was only a cart ; nothing more. She was turning away disappointed, thinking she would find a book and take it to her room, when she saw the cart stop, and a great animal jumped out. "Why," exclaimed she, — and absolutely her own heart stood still, — " it is Fritz 1 " She called him aloud. The faithful dog stopped — he was trembling all over with excitement — he wanted to make sure it was Mars^aret — he stood there with ears erect, and tail down — looking. Then she went forward to meet him, and in a moment more he was with her, covering her with caresses, almost threatening to knock her down in the intensity of his joy. " And so they sent you, did they, my poor old fellow — they sent you to me ? " She kissed him as she talked to him, and with his coming the landscape seemed to have changed for her. " What walks we will have, old fellow. You'll like it better than Hans Place." 256 LAND AHEAD ! And then inspiration seized her, and at once she threw off the chains that had been galling her. " That was not life," said she to herself. "Fritz and I will go and enjoy ourselves. We can't be unhappy any more." So Fritz had some dinner, and then he and his young mistress went away for a tearing walk together, neither knew where nor did either care. All among the bracken and down the hills they ran, in among the tall grass, and pushing through the thick underwood. The rabbits started up at their comins:, and the startled deer scoured the plain in terror. Fritz and Margaret only laughed. Down to the silent pool they went, and Fritz tried its dark depths and drew back in alarm ; then he too looked on wondering] y, looked at a lazy heron that winged its lazy flight away, and seemed to wonder with Margaret if it were infinitude. No wonder she sat down on the bank and put her arm round his great neck ; no wonder she said, as through his faithful devotion, her love for Nature began to come back to her : "We are all right now, Fritz. Nothing can matter very much as long as I have you. Nothing LAND ahead! 257 can really make me unhappy any more. There is poetry and sympathy and laughter too in your dear old brown eyes. What jokes we will have, when no one else can manas^e a lauorh at all." No wonder she was late for dinner ; no wonder they were cross ; ay, even Dudley too. But what did it matter ? " Is man to be a slave to his food ? " said Margaret. And though she started the four subjects of conversation which she had carefully prepared, — viz., the weather, the newspaper, the neighbour- hood, and the garden, — and though they one and all failed, she did not care so much, for had she not her old friend Fritz at hand ? Some one loved her at Froghambury besides her husband after all. That evening the entry in her diary was not about the place, the house, her new relations, or her new hopes and schemes ; but only, " Fritz came." VOL. II. S CHAPTEE XYI. Tlie trees are cloth'd with leaves, the fields with grass, The blossoms blow, the birds on bushes sing, And Nature has accomplish'd all the spring. — Dryden. Certainly Mrs. Vane was not the most desirable person to live witli. She had no idea of making herself pleasant. If it pleased her to say a thing, she would say it, but she would not go to the expense of saying it for other people's amusement She was wholly wrapped up in herself. If therb were but one window to a room, and she were one of many in that room, yet she would take it all up as though it were her prerogative and leave every one else in darkness. Her portly frame made an excellent screen. Or if it were cold, and there were but one fire in the gallery, straightway she would seat herself right in front of that fire, pre- cluding the approach of any other person, and leave everv one else to shiver in the distance. She always seemed to forget that any one else LAND ahead! 259 existed for this world's comforts except herself. Other people there were, but they were mostly slaves, and if they were not slaves then she had nothinor to do with them. Nor did she seem to have any sympathy with any one. Her daughter was consigned to a distant limbo of indifference, where she had to take care of herself as best she might ; Uncle Teddy was only addressed to be snubbed; Miss AYygram perhaps received most of her favours, but they were but crumbs. Dudley, in old days, was the favourite ; chiefly because he was the eldest, and also because he had always been so delicate and weak ; but now he had grievously sinned in marrying Margaret. He too was relegated to a distance. To bring another woman into the family was a grievous crime. Women Mrs. Yane had always hated. The discovery was not long being raade apparent to Margaret. At first she tried diligently to win the friendship of the members of the family ; for Dudley's sake she tried to amuse and please them ; failing that, she tried to give them wider interests than any they seemed to have ; utterly failing here, and finding too that her company was neither desired or S2 260 LAND ahead! missed, she besran to look about for interests for herself outside of them. It was very hard ; it was a bitter lesson that the warm-hearted girl had to learn, but she had Dudley and she had Fritz, and through them she studied and learned to love the wonderful and ever-stirring world of Nature about her. The household were surprised at her long absences, they wondered what she did with her- self ; Mrs. Vane was hardly pleased that Margaret should be so magnificently indifferent to her opinion or her society. She had thought the ''German girl" would have been her slave; but no ; there she was as proud, as smiling, as ready for a laugh, a story, or a sarcasm as on the very first day she had entered the house. Her spirit was not the least subdued. . So thought Mrs. Vane ; but she was wrong. The dull, sad, solitary life was working a change surely enough in the gir] ; for she was solitary. Dudley could not understand her ; he might try to sympathize, and though Margaret would take the will for the deed in all gratitude, yet the more they were together the more apparent was the difference between them. His attempts at sympathy often jarred rather than consoled, and LAND ahead! 261 Margaret learnt daily more and more that she was alone. But there was Nature still, and that and Fritz saved her. What long walks they had together. In the early morning, brushing the fresh dew from the grass, watching the deepening sunlight, listening to the busy twittering of the birds in their nests, watching the speckled trout, making pictures in the clouds, or watching the swift, darting flights of the swallow, many happy hours glided away. Or would she teud the flowers in the garden, and bestow here a pruning hand, or there a sheltering prop, still Fritz walked gravely beside her, and seemed to understand it all. But best he loved it when, snug at Margaret's feet among the cushions, he could lay in the boat on the lake, and watch and dream ; then she too, pretending to read, or at least often holding a book before her, to secure her freedom from interruption, she too would watch the changing sky and waving trees, and she too would dream. But her dreams were tinged with sad- ness now ; they were best pushed away. They only told her the same old story : the gradual dispersion of noble ambitions, the gradual fading of roseate hopes. Life was limited, prosaic, 2G2 LAND ahead! and uninteresting. At times she would tliink she could not bear to live in this narrow field, this barren soil any longer. Daily she would say to herself, even as she strove to smother the rebellion in her heart, '' I was not meant for it. This is not life." One day, idly rocking herself in the boat, she perceived a child coming towards her through the trees. The wild hyacinths made a blue carpet beneath her feet; she seemed to walk wrapped in a sunbeam. The sight of a living human thing, that might laugh, or that might^ — might in time love her, was a glad thought. The child came slowly ; it was picking up sticks. It did not see Margaret. Such a pretty child ! with dark hair and blue eyes. It sang a little sonof to itself as it worked. Fritz pricked up his ears as he watched, then he waofcred his tail when Marsjaret told him to be quiet, as if he quite understood the joke. The silence and the beauty of the scene seemed to affect the child too. It put away its sticks, and it sat down on the grass ; then began to pick a nosegay. " Blue-bells, and enemies ; and what else shall I have ? Come here, ma'am, on your tall stalk I LAND ahead! 263 what do they call you, I wonder ? And here is a daisy, and here is a tall yellow Miss. Come along too ; we shall all go home to granny. And oh, my ! there's a lady in the boat, and " Margaret laughed. " Won't you give me your nosegay, little girl ? Ah ! who am I ? do you know ? " " Oh, ma'am, please don't tell of me, please don't tell Mrs. Vane. AVe are not allowed to come here." " Why not ? " " She says we might break the trees or steal something. But granny and I are very poor, and she did want a little wood so, and we were quite out." ^' And what's your name 1 " " Polly." ; ''What else?" '' Polly Pringle." " And where does your granny live ? " "*' There, ma'am, just below the park ; you might see the smoke if there was any fire, but there won't be till I come home." " Suppose you take me there ? " said Margaret, springing up. The name of granny sounded nice and human. 264 LAND ahead! '' I musn't take the sticks, musn't I ? " *' Yes. Shall I carry some too ? " The child thought the lady must be mad. " Maybe, ma'am, are you the new lady at the great house ! " " Yes, Polly, I am ; and you may come and pick sticks as often as you like. There, I have given you leave. No ; Fritz won't hurt you." So the three walked aw^ay to see granny, a dear old woman with white cap, and red handkerchief pinned over her cotton gown, and Margaret found, as she talked, that life held duties for her yet, and that there were friends still whom she could befriend, and sorrows which even she could heal. "And may I have the nosegay now?" asked she of the child, as she turned away at last to go home. The child blushed so prettily as she gave it that Margaret stooped to kiss her. " Thank you, childie, thank you for the flowers." At luncheon that day Margaret did not fail to recount her adventure. "My dear Margaret," said Mrs. Vane, when she had heard her to the end, " of course if you LAND AHEAD ! 265 I I have told the child to come, she must come ; but the old woman is a beggar, and a very bad old ' woman. At least the son was bad. And they : are not proper people at all to go and see. Mrs. ^ Simeon has a list, if you want to go district- visitiDor." I " No ; I don't. I want to go to my friends, ; and to go where I am most wanted. After all, I had better perhaps go to all those who are not \ on Mrs. Simeon's list, for they will want looking I after sadly." i Afterwards Dudley said — i " Margaret, don't always argue with my \ mother ; do think alike sometimes." i '* I wish we could." ' ■ j " She likes to reign, so let her." ; " She shall ; but I cannot be debarred from ' all occupation. I must do right, when it comes ; to me." i *' The parish has been neglected, I know. But ; now I suppose we shall see great things, for the ' poor old man is dead." ; " The clergyman ? " ! " Yes ; died last night. And I suppose ]\Ir. i Tudor will be here at once." ; *^ I am glad." ' i 266 LAND AHEAD ! *' Why ? I thought you did not like him ? " " No ; no more I do. He always has his eye so fixed on the main chance ; but, Dudley, he has conversation." Afterwards, alone in her artistically furnished little room, how she wished to alter everything about Froghambury, to make it even as her own little nest was. *' It might be so beautiful ; the grounds, the park, the house are all beautiful ; it is just the stupid people that spoil all. Man mars Nature here certainly." Yet from that day she struggled bravely with her life. It was as though the child with the flowers had roused her to a sense of what she could do for others; she often went to the old woman, and thence by degrees the circle widened, and soon there was not a cottao^e in the villao^e where she was not a welcome and honoured visitor. Perhaps this did not entirely satisfy her, but it was something. She went into the subject of the improvement of the poor with en- thusiasm. Compulsory education, school-boards, their wilful ignorance, emigration as a means of helping the agricultural classes, no theme came amiss to her. LAND ahead! ^ 267 Then too she looked for T\"icler sympathy. Dudley had directed her to go and call on Miss AVarburton, and she had gone. But a stiff and starched lady had looked at her through a pair of spectacles, as she sat on the edge of her chair, and talked of the weather, so after a visit of fiv^e minutes Margaret withdrew and never repeated the experiment. Miss Warburton was Mrs. Vane's friend. Then, being bent on discovery, she had gone on to Mrs. Kingsford, an old lady confined to two rooms, of which one was a conservatory, which Margaret admired at once. " They keep me alive," said the old lady, laughing, as she pointed to her flowers, " and I keep them alive ; so it is a Mutual Help Society." She stayed long talking to the cheerful old dame, and then, when she rose, Mrs. Kingsford pressed flowers upon her. " Just touch the bell, would you, my dear ? Ah, that's it ! Thank you. Look, Preston," — this to the neat little maid who answered the summons, — " get Lady Vane a Lamarque, and, let me see, a Gloire de Eosamine ; and do you know the Emperor of Morocco ? have one or two, do ; and there's Forsyth's Banksia ; I want you ^^^ LAND AHEAD ! to know that. Oh, then my Ficus. I must introduce you; the best and quickest growing little creeper I know ; rather capricious, though ; you must have some cuttings. Preston, how awkward you are ! Yes — now — there." At last Margaret said good-bye. " But you must go and see Matta, my woman at the farm; oh, indeed you must. She will amuse you." Indeed she did. Matta had the largest heart of any woman alive for all created things. Up at day-break, and sleeping only when nothing was wanted, she had more animate beinors dependent on her than could have been imagined possible for any one who was not a keeper at the Zoological Gardens. Dogs, cats, horses, turkeys, ducks, geese, pigeons, fowls innumerable, a snake, a hedgehog, pigs, a squirrel. What else besides? The list swelled daily. " Why, you have a regular Noah's ark here ! " said Margaret, as she drove up. " Worse, ma'am ! much worse ! But come and see them, do." Margaret found as she went home that her horizon was certainly widening. LAND ahead! 2C9 The spring was deepening into summer now, and with the beauty of all around Margaret too let peace pass into her heart by degrees. She tried to stifle hopes and aspirations, wants and needs ; she tried to live, as she had said first she would do, forgetting herself, thinking only of Dudley. Only, alas ! always just when she was at her best Dudley was left behind. He understood nothing of how she had to stoop to get to his level ; he had begun to think, thanks to Mrs. Vane, that Margaret's cleverness and Margaret's love of art was all affectation. At such times she would have recourse to her out-of-door life a^ain : and soon it became a sure sig;n that Maroraret was " offended " because she was missing. Any other word but " offended " would have been truer, but that suited them best. There had been one or two rides with Dudley, but it was almost too hot ; there was not much to do. On the hottest evenings Margaret sat out in the arcade with a lamp. Who liked might come to her. The drawing-room she abjured. When it was cold or damp she went up to her sitting- room. 270 LAND ahead! One afternoon she was sitting there, poring over a book, — often, if it had not been that Frit: wanted a walk, she would have stayed in all day, — when Dudley burst in, in extreme excite- ment. "I say, Margaret, the Chesters have called." '' Well, what of that ? I don't know them." "No. But do come down. Nobody knows what to say to them." " Is Lady Lorraine there ? " " Yes ; she is Lady Chester." ^ "I like her name. Were you like that — towzled hair and dirty boots, ehV > "Yes." Margaret laughed. " You hadn't a ferret handy, had you ? " " No." " We might take Snap to show her." "So we might. I'll go and fetch him." He really went, and Margaret could not forbear a lauo;h. "Ah ! this is Lady Vane, I am sure," said a pleasant voice ; and almost before she was aware Margaret found her hand taken, and a bright young face, with kind e3^es, was looking into hers. "My husband, Lady Vane. We heard LAND ahead! 271 you had come home, so Chester drove me over ; I thought you might like to see a neighbour." " Are you Lady Lorraine ? " asked Margaret, looking at her, and still keeping her hand. " Yes," said the other, laughing. *' I have heard of you before." Both Lord Chester and his wife laughed. For the moment all Margaret's pain and loneliness seemed to be over. Then she became aware of the Vane family sitting in a circle looking on. " How good of you to come. Lady Chester." " Not at all. I wanted to see you. I have heard of your acting, and of all sorts of things." And had not Margaret heard of Lady Lorraine — from the old people in the village, from Mrs. Kingsford ? Who had not told her of Lady Lorraine ? *'Your park is looking lovely, Lady Vane," said Lord Chester. " Yes ; the trees are beautiful. I am never tired of looking at them. Is your park like this ? " ^' No ; Carlingsford is You must come and see it. But it is not like this." Then Dudley appeared at the window. 272 LAND ahead! '' Margaret, I have brought Snap." " Ah, so you have," said she, good-humouredly. " Lady Lorraine — I beg your pardon. Lady Chester " *' No ; call me my name if you like." " I was going to say, would you like to step outside and look at the view ? " *' Willingly," said the other. Then Dudley was despatched to order tea in the arcade ; frown as Mrs. Vane would, who considered tea an innovation. And then Lord Chester went to look at the fish with Dudley, and Margaret and her visitor were alone. " I have heard of you from Mr. Mortimer," said Lady Chester. " He came home loud in your praises." " Yes. He was with us a great deal. He has gone to America, 1 believe." " Yes. But not for long. And you — do you like your home ? " '' I ! Oh, it is beautiful. But — no ; I cannot tell stories, and yet I feel as if I must tell you if you ask me ; and yet I ought not to tell you, knowing you so little. But 1 have never lived in the country before." ''You are so diflferent from the rest. I keep LAND ahead! 273 longing to ask how do you come to be here ? Of course it is dull. I have gone through it all myself/' " You have ? " "Yes." Lady Lorraine flicked a wasp away with her parasol as she spoke. " How do you mean ? " " Le mo7ide est le livre des femmes, I believe, and, faihng that, book-life is dull. It is dreadful at first for a woman to be thrown back upon herself. One's husband may be charming, but often he is not there, or even he sometimes does not understand everything, or there is no congenial society within reach, or — oh. Lady Vane, I cannot explain, but there are a hundred things " " I know." *' But you. Lady Vane, are, I dare say, full of resources " "Yes; but one wants some one sometimes to take an interest. Lady Lorraine, will you come and see my sitting-room ? " Lady Chester followed her, laughing. Here was her ideal woman ; an impressionable, artistic soul ; a very angel, only still " not too good for human nature's daily food." VOL. II. T 274 LAND ahead! *' What a grand old house it is/' said she aloud. " Yes ; is it not ? But you must like my little nest." Like it ! Lorraine went into wild expressions of delight. " A nest indeed for an artist soul. You paint here, I am sure ! You do everything here. I should. Who furnished this ? not the Vanes ? " " My mother." An awkward blush rose to her brow as she said it, for she knew it was Valentin. " Is there anything against her mother ? " thought Lorraine, as she saw it. *^I do not care. She is a clever woman anyhow." Afterwards they had tea under the arcade, and even Dudley became at his" ease under the genial influence and bright smiles of I^ady Lorraine. " You will come to see us at Carlingsford, will you not ? " said she, as they bade good-bye at length. " Yes, yes. Indeed we will." "Mind, you have promised. Vane," said Chester, as he took the reins in his hand. " You and I must be great friends," said Lady Lorraine, as she shook hands with Margaret on the steps. LAND ahead! 275 " You are my good angel already," said Mar- garet, enthusiastically. " Good-bye ; and to you too, Fritz," said Lord Chester. She stayed watching the receding carriage as long as it was in sight. ''Dudley, you said they were grand. And you never told me she was so pretty." " I didn't know," said he. " I am so glad to have seen her," said Lady Lorraine to Lord Chester. " And how beautiful she is ! " "After all, women think a lot more of looks than men do," said her husband. "You don't hear me rave like that." " Because you are afraid I shall be jealous, that is all. But, Chester, you must help me to be kind to her. It must be an awful life for her there." " I wonder why she married him ? " END OF VOL. II. LAND AHEAD VOL. III. LAND AHEAD a f *i. BY COURTENEY GRANT, AUTHOR OF "little LADY LORRAINE," " OUR NEXT NEIGHBOUR," ETC. Human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-Love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, " As the small pebble stu-s the peaceful lake ; The centre moved, a circle strait succeeds. Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th' o'ertiowings of the mind Take every creature in, of ev'ry kind ; Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest. And Heaven beholds its image in his breast. —Pope's Essay on Man. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LO]N^DON: chap]ma:n' and hall, 193 Piccadilly. 1878. \_Ali Rights reserved.] gxmgag : CLA.Y AND TAYLOR, PRIXTEKS. LAND AHEAD! CHAPTER I. A trusty villain, sir, that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, Lightens my humour with his merry jests. Comedy of Errors, Act i. Sc, 2. Froghambury village had certainly come in for an undue share of excitement. Not only had there been Margaret's arrival, and then her face, manner, and conduct to criticize, but now the old clergyman, who had seemed a fixture throughout eternity, or at least a specimen of humanity who had made up his mind to outlive every one else, had died ; that event alone seemed inconceivable ; but after that there had been the funeral, the relatives, the will ; more exciting than all, the sale of his furniture and effects, amongst which a VOL. III. B 2 LAND ahead! curious copy of " BoycIelFs Shakspere " had been the most valuable article ; and then, speedily following on all this, had been the arrival of Mr. Tudor. He came radiant as the rising sun. The purest benevolence shone from his eye, the tenderest human sympathy was inscribed on his face. He was '* hail-fellow-well-met '' to every one; every- body was his ^' dear parishioner." The astuteness and worldly jocularity which had distinguished him before seemed gone ; his outer man also had changed. A wide-brimmed straw hat, with a pretty yellow ribbon, a brown hoUand suit, made up his attire in his garden. For these articles he always apologized ; they were not clerical he knew ; he must seem a renegade to his cloth he knew ; but the heat was extreme, and the garden needed looking after ; and then, he would add, with a look of his old slyness, he found the farmers rather liked his get-up, and the cottagers too ; and it was a great thing to win their favour. The result was that their former trim friend was now transformed into a simple countryman, who looked as if he had had no ambition, or knowledge, or interest beyond Froghambury village all his life. Never had such a model country parson been seen before ; the cloth and the black hat were always within reach should visitors arrive. Mar- LAND ahead! 3 garet insisted on asking him to Froghambury at once, and paid no heed at all to the resistance she encountered. "Let us see what he is like first," had said ]\Irs. Vane. " Oh, we all know quite well what he is like ; and he is our old friend. Moreover, Dudley, your tutor ! of course you must ask him ; he must have the run of the house." "You are very hospitable, certainly," said Mrs. Vane. " No," said Margaret, " I am not that ; but I am so dull." Then Mrs. Vane looked triumphantly at Dudley, and Margaret perceived she had made a mistake. However, Mr. Tudor was invited, and when he was made to understand that he would be wel- come whenever he liked, he was profuse in his acknowledgments. One or two family dinners, however, slightly cooled his gratitude, and soon he delicately hinted to Margaret that he would prefer being invited when he was wanted. "You find our family fare a little " she paused for a word. She was standing on the steps, patting Fritz as she spoke to him. " Oh no, no, not at all. But the fact is, I am B 2 4 LAND AHEAD ! never quite sure of being quite welcome. I might be de trop. Then — dinner is a solemnity." " It is here; but a solemnity without ceremony." " And yet I like ceremony about it." " Certainly." " I like my j&sh, and my entrees, and my petits plats, and my little nameless luxuries." '' Yes." " TJn diner sans facon est une perjidie, you know, Lady Vane." *' I quite agree with you ; I like a pretty table, and everything as cheerful and as well arranged as possible." " Then why do you not do it ? " " I am not mistress here." " Whew ! I thought Mrs. Vane was only staying here." Maro:aret shook her head. "Then, Queen Daisy, your reign is limited here ? " ' "Very." The old man was sorry for her. Certainly he had worked against her, and she had won ; but his antagonism had won him his living, notwith- standing, and now that his victory was complete, when he discovered a flaw in hers he could afford to be generous and compassionate. T LAND AHEAD! "And you are dull sometimes ? " '' Sometimes." "It is too uniform a life ; there is nothing to break it. No thin or is more dreadful than monotony." " Will you find it so ? " " T ! oh no ; I shall have my work. You might help me with the choir, perhaps ? We might make it the poetry of music." " So we mio^ht." " It is a great thing to understand the disposi- tions of those with whom we have to live. The eves are the windows of the soul, and the face is its tablet. He who never laughs is a knavC:, and he who always laughs is a fool." " We never laugh," said Margaret ; " but not- withstanding that, I think we are rather dull fools than knaves.'' '' Very likely. Dullness " " You are very rude, Mr. Tudor." "Ah, dear me ! I beg your pardon ; I only meant that of course you were not knaves. " " People generally are fools ; at least nearly all those who seem to be so are, and most of those who do not look it are." " Still we must suffer them." " Oh, gladlv." 6 LAND ahead! Soon after this there dawned a happier day for Margaret, for the time came for the long-promised visit to Carlingsford, and she and Dudley started for their three days' stay in great spirits. Not that Dudley was in such glee ; he was nervous and uncomfortable. He expected to meet the neighbourhood, and he did not know the neighbourhood. To have '' to come out " in the neighbourhood would be "no end of a bore." Then he had an instinctive feeling that Margaret would be liked and admired at once, that he would have to follow by the next train, and would in fact be tolerated for . Margaret's sake. He could not talk as Margaret did ; he did not know about things as Margaret did. This was a bore. Then what should he do there ? It was a bore to leave home. "But what do you do at home, Dudley ? " asked she, as they drove along. " I ! oh, don't you see me busy all day ? I can only just get through it. Stables, you know, and the dogs, and then the paper comes — - — " " Well, but you only make it the excuse for a cigar under the tree ; you never read it." " Don't I, though ? " " At least you never know anything about it." LAND ahead! . 7 " Oh yes, I do. And tlien there's luncheon ; then afterwards you generally want something, or there's sure to be something to go and look at somewhere ; or if not, a fellow is not bored, and he can do as he likes ; needn't dress or anything. Now here at this place I shall have to be on my p's and q's all day long." AVhat a difference it was from Froghambury ! Lovely gardens, and a beautifully arranged house, smiling, willing servants, a host who seemed to think of nothing but the comfort of his guests, and a hostess who was a good and beautiful fairy — nothing more. " AVhere is your wand. Lady Lorraine," asked Margaret of her, " w^herewith you make us all so happy ? " " I think, if I succeed at all, it is because I am happy myself. So after all, if there be a wand, it must be Chester's, I fancy. Shall we come and ask him if he keeps it in his pocket ? " " How pretty it is to see them together," said she to Dudley afterwards. " And isn't it as pretty to see us together ? " asked he, drawing her to him. (They were more like Beauty and the Beast, alas !) " No, certainly not ; for I am not as pretty as S LAND AHEAD ! she is, nor are you aDything like as handsome as Lord Chester." What happy days they were. Music in the evenings, boating on the lake, and driving in the afternoons. Long talks with Lorraine in the mornings. A gay party in the house, and the neiojhbourhood in fras^ments to dinner. One day there was a cricket-match. Dudley had talked much about cricket. " He can play," said Margaret, confidently. " Can he ? " asked Lord Chester. " Oh yes," said she. That afternoon fate went against them. " Dudley will save it," said Margaret. Alas ! a round o was all he got ; next innings another round o was added to his score. " What can you do, I wonder ? " asked Mar- garet fretfully of him when he returned to the spectators. But Lorraine's eyes were on her face, and she did not repeat her question. The next moment she heard Lorraine telling him of the difficulties of the light and the ground, and doing her best to comfort him. After all it did not matter. Lord Chester saved the game ; he made a hundred runs. How his wife clapped her hands as the score mounted up. LAND ahead! 9 The next day tliey returned to Frogliambury. How dreadful it seemed to Margaret ; how flat, how uninteresting. It was late when they reached home, for Lorraine had kept them to dinner on that last evening, and when they went into the drawing-room at Froghambury the members of the family were in different stages of somnambulism as usual. At first it seemed impossible for them to wake up. Then Dudley sang out — " Hulloa, mother ! hulloa ! " "Here!" " So you have come back," said Lilly, drearily. " Good evening," said Uncle Ted, waking up. " Have you seen the paper ? " asked Miss Wygram, holding it up to hide a yawn. Mrs. Vane had quite gone oif again. How terribly uninteresting this seemed after the light, and laughter, and the music they had left behind them. Did not Dudley remark it too ? No ; Dudley had thrown himself in an arm-chair, and was stretching out his legs to their fullest extent, as though now he might ao-ain experience real indulgence and real comfort. Margaret turned away disgusted ; but on the lO LAND ahead! stairs she met Fritz, and she sat down there in the dark with her faithful friend beside her, and cried as if her heart would break. Presently afterwards she thought she would go to bed. " In fact," said she to herself, when she reached her room, '* I might go to bed now, and stay there for ever so long. That would fill up the hours with quite an unprecedented success. But then what a bad example for the servants. Besides, how shall I live ? I cannot have trays coming up all day. I could live on soup, I dare say, if I take no exercise and do nothing ; or, on the days Dudley shoots or hunts in the winter, I might stay in bed till dinner-time, and then go down. No one would be any the wiser or any the worse." ' But the next day Mr. Tudor came, and fancy- ing there was something wrong, he stayed a long time, amusing her with parish news, and with an account of his proposed reforms. Then, little by little, when her grievances oozed out, and she boldly contrasted Froghambury with Carlingsford, he let her talk, and he let drop some of his wise saws for her edification. " It is no flowery road that leads to glory," said he. LAND ahead! 11 "There is no glory for me," said she, de- spondingly. " Oh come, my young friend, what was that you said to Valentin von Broderode — of how you were going to reform and rouse Dudley, of the great man you were going to make of him." " Ah 1 " In truth she had half forgotten that fond dream. It seemed among the impossibilities now. " I do not know that you are not to be envied after all. The rest of the family may be cold and careless, but in your hands lies all the future. Don't you know the old French proverb : ' Ceux qui n'aiment pas, ont rarement de grandes joies ; ceux qui aiment, ont sou vent de grandes tristesses.' Where are their joys ? and your sorrows, are they so very bitter ? We are going to ride rough-shod over them, and trample them to dust for the wind to blow away." " You are very kind," said she. After all this old man was not the least worldly. In that straw hat he was simplicity itself. " I hate worldly wisdom," said she, a propos of nothing except her own thought, and looking at him, wondering at the change in him from the old days at Sonnenthal. Yet even as she spoke 12 LAND ahead! a sarcastic smile overspread his countenance, and she began to find her former friend again. " Not that I do not acknowledge its utility, or even the necessity of having it if one would keep one's friends, and even if it would do them good. But calculation of any sort is hateful ; the arithmetic of daily life is the last sum I would do. Impulse generally produces the noblest results." "And by impulse the greatest follies are committed." There was Mr. Tudor of Sonnenthal again, straw hat notwithstanding; but after all, "can the leopard change his spots ? " The weeks wore away. The Chesters had gone to London ; afterwards they went to pay visits, and Margaret missed them sadly. Yet Lady Lorraine bad left her a legacy : the neighbour- hood came to call. And not content with that only, the neighbour- hood was more magnanimous still. It overcame its prejudices against the Vanes, who were proud and unsociable ; against Margaret, who was a foreigner, and a German Frau, but very free and easy ; it overcame all this, and was kind to her. At first for Lorraine's sake, and then for Margaret's own sake, for it learnt to like her. So that though the Chesters were away, yet LAND ahead! 13 Margaret was not alone. She accepted every invitation slie got, she made every friend she could, and she took Dudley wherever she went. But how she was to return the neighbourhood's civilities perplexed her sadly. Then the autumn came. A glorious September and the partridges. Even Uncle Teddy woke up. Margaret went out walking with them. But Dudley was always tired ; he always wanted to come in first. " How unfortunate you are with your birds," said Mr. Tudor to him one day. " You never kill one," said Margaret. '' I am always unfortunate with everythiDg," said he. " A dead failure, instead of a dead shot," said LUly. " I must go in to my painting," said Margaret. " Dudley, will you come to the house with me ? " It was like taking care of some helpless child. Then there was the cub-hunting. Dudley got up two or three mornings, but he was so sleepy afterwards Margaret advised him to go to bed. She herself, however, acquired a taste for it ; she began to jump ; she grew fond of the horses. The early morning was delicious. 14 LAND ahead! I " Some one must ride the horses, you know/* i said she. ) The honour of the family seemed to rest with j her. The neighbourhood said she was the only j Vane who had been seen in the hunting-field for i ages. And she was not a Vane. ! *' But some one must show the family is ! awake," said she. | So she rode poor Sir Gilbert's horses, and soon j was as keen as any. So as the season wore on, ^^ she began to ride her weariness of Froghambury ■ away. One day she came in late, it was dark, and the moon was rising behind the trees. " Who is that on the stairs ? " cried she, for she had heard a voice she thought she knew. '] " Who but your own dear mother, my love ? " | Another moment, and she was clasped in her j mother s warm embraces. CHAPTER 11. In se magna ruunt. — Lucan. In melle sunt sitse linguae vestrae atque orationes, Corda felle sunt lita atque aceto. — Plautiits. " My dear mother, why did you come ? '^ Margaret stood with her arm on her mother's shoulder as she asked the question. " I have let the house in Hans Place. Such a good offer I could not refuse. Not, dear, not that that is why I came, but that having let it, I thousrht I miojht as well come." *asee." But Margaret did not feel altogether pleased. She ought to have been warned of this arrival. She would have liked to have made proper prepar- ations ; moreover, she was not certain how her mother would get on with the household at Froghambury. The disappointment of existence there she had carefully concealed. " And then, Margaret, I thought the surprise 16 LAND ahead! would be nice. It is great fun, isn't it ? You didn't expect your dear mother, did you ? '* " No. Have you seen the others ? " ■ " Oh yes ; all of them. Charming, are they not ? '' ''Yes." *' I cannot stay long, dear. I have only brought a few clothes, and then, too, when one has so much to do as I have " "Oh, Mrs. Hoffman, I hope you will give us as much of your company as possible. It will be so nice for Margaret." It was Dudley's mother who spoke. Margaret was amazed at her civility. Perhaps after all her mother had been right to cause them all a surprise. Certainly, left to herself, she would never have ventured to invite her. Meanwhile, Mrs. Hoffman was running over with enthusiasm, with affection, with meek courtesy, with admiration for all she saw. During dinner a gradual change came over her. She looked from one to the other, making odd and sudden efforts to extract conversation from each in turn. Margaret laughed to herself as she remem- bered her own first experience of this meal at. Froghambur}^ LAND AHEAD ! 17 " Do you drink coffee after dinner, Mrs. Hoff- man, or tea ? " asked Mrs. Vane. " Oh, coffee, if you please, ]\Irs. Vane. How do you make your coffee now ? I have quite a wonderful little machine." '' Have you ? " " Yes. Isn't my coffee good, Margaret ? " "Yes, mother, it is." " No, I never knew anything make coffee like my machine. It is quite a distillation." " Here's a fly," said Uncle Ted. " I have a great objection to flies." " Did you see the story in the paper of the fly that bit a man to death ? " asked Mrs. Hoffman. " No," said Uncle Ted, visibly roused even more than by the fly. " It was an officer : he was with some ladies in the Jardin des Plantes, and a fly settled on his lips, and he brushed it off as you did, but it swelled, and swelled, and he died." (Uncle Ted was feeling his cheek by this time.) " They think the fly was poisoned by the meat used for the animals." " There is a fly in China," said Dudley, " its bite kills people." '' Have you heard of the Persian bug ? It only bites Europeans, and always kills." VOL. III. C 18 LAND ahead! " No flies in India," said Uncle Ted. "But snakes and scorpions ; two or three sorts of them," said Mrs. Vane. "The deaths in Scinde from snake bites are something enormous," said Uncle Ted. " Why don t they give rewards ? " asked Mrs. Hoffman. " They do ; the same as for tigers." " What nice cages they have at the Zoological now," said Miss Wygram. " Yes ; I like the Zoo. very much," said Dudley. " So do I. I am very fond of it," said Lilly. This feverish brilliancy was not likely to last, and soon, save for a remark trickled here, or a word dropped there, silence again reigned supreme. After dinner, Mrs. Hoffman seated herself close to Mrs. Vane. Margaret, on her way to the piano, wondered how long they would converse amicably. "How well my child looks," said Mrs. Hoff- man. " Yes, I think she is happy now," said Mrs. Vane, laying a stress on the now^ as though she were the martyr of all their machinations. " Oh, not a doubt of it," said the other, ignor- ing the suggestion ; " and then I suppose it is not always like this, dear Mrs. Vane ? " LAND ahead! 19 ' '' Like this ! " " I mean, you have people to dinner, or com- pany in the house sometimes." " Oh yes ; for instance, dear Mrs. Hoffman, we have you now." "Yes," she answered, feeling solitary for a moment and wondering involuntarily when the next guest would arrive. " And then, I suppose, Dudley talks more." '' Oh yes ; when Mr. Tudor dines here he talks a great deal to him." "Can he? can any one talk much when Mr. Tudor is with them. Dudley must be very clever." " Oh, he is." " When he used to come to us in Hans Place he talked more than this." " Ah, then he was in love." Mrs. Hoffman laughed softly. " And now, I suppose, you will be having more people ? " " People ! " " I am thinkinor of Maro;aret : she likes havingr people round her." " Yes ; perhaps one or two of my relations are coming." " Oh, that will be very nice. And then, of C 2 20 LAND ahead! course, sucli perfect confidence exists between you all by this time, that your friends are hers, and her friends are yours.'' " Exactly, dear Mrs. Hoffman. We are a most united family." ** Margaret has been so used to society of late." *' Oh yes ; and the sad eflfect of seeing much of society is that it does not exactly give happi- ness. " No, perhaps not. But it prevents our being quite happy afterwards in solitude." " But here, dear Mrs. Hofiman, she could never be solitary ; our large family and happy arrange- ments preclude that." " Yes ; but still I could fancy, dear Mrs. Vane, that my Margaret might not be quite satisfied here. She is so clever, and that gives a sort of hunger to which you and I, dear friend, are strangers. ^La /aim chasse le hup du hois^ you know. " Is she so clever ? Dear Mrs. Hoffman, I am going to say something very coarse, but you will forgive me, I know. *.The swan of one house is a goose in another.' Ah, there is coffee." " Did you mean Dudley ? " " No. Coffee. Now is it good ? Quite as you like it ? Have you enough sugar ? " LAND ahead! 21 To Margaret Mrs. Hoffman showed nothing at all of her fears for her amusement. She went all over the place and house admiring everything, finding or imagining new beauties till she tired herself and every one else. She admired the china, the pictures, the old armour, especially she admired the Cupids to be seen on the cornices and on every available corner of Froghambury, and looked slily at Margaret as she noticed them. Maroraret took all her admiration without com- ment or complaint ; showed her the horses, and drove her out ; introduced her to Mrs. Simeon, and did all she could to amuse her. The more she did, the more she talked and smiled for her mother, the more Mrs. Vane frowned. At last one day Margaret found the carriage forbidden, and going to Mrs. Vane, they had a passage of arms on the subject. Margaret was defeated, and, bursting into her room, gave way to angry tears. Mrs. Hoffman was sitting there. " Why, Margaret, what is the matter ? " So now the volcano had burst. " I am very dull here, mother." " Of course you are. But you are so foolis-h. I have been watching you. You just let them 22 LAND AHEAD ! make a peg in the wall of you, on wliicli they hang their cloaks and their insults." Margaret stared. "Dudley is dull too, and does not help me." " Of course not. Whoever expected him to ? You must wait ever so long for him. ' II faut attendre le boiteucc.'^* " I am sure I do nothing but wait, mother," said Margaret, passionately. " Am I not alone ? In my painting, my music, my books, who have I to take any interest now? Am I not alone? and am I not always looking behind, waiting for him ? '' " It is hard," said Mrs. Hoffman, softly. But she settled herself more comfortably in her chair, and looked out over the park as she spoke. " I have succeeded in a way," went on Margaret. "At first I had only Fritz," — Mrs. Hofiman laughed, but Margaret's face was quite grave, — " but now I hunt and I drive, and I have made acquaintances, and have reminded people of the existence of the Vanes in quite an unprecedented way. No one knew them before/' " It was just about that I wanted to speak," said Mrs. Hoffman, gently. "You must be careful, dear. People are so ill-nalured; they will say that you are fast, reckless, that you do not LAND ahead! 23 care for appearances, that you are making ducks and drakes of the property." " Ah ! " Some breaths of this sort had reached her, but she had laughed at them as ridiculous. " They will say you are unwomanly." " Because my husband does nothing, am I to do nothing too ? " "Yes." " But that is just why I do it." " Mrs. Vane will have powerful handles to use against you, if you are not careful. I am glad I came — if only to be of use to you in this. I shall stay a little longer now, even if I put myself to considerable inconvenience to do it." Margaret sighed ; there would be no peace in the house as long as her mother was there. Even Dudley, she thought, was becoming a little estranged from her, and was going over to the other side. At last he came to her one day. " I say, Margaret, how long is your mother going to stay ? " '* You had better ask her," retorted she. She did not want to prolong the visit either, but it irritated her to be asked about it in that way. " Because my mother is in a fury, and says she 24 LAND ahead! is no longer mistress here; that you and Mrs. Hoffman are turning her out." " Really ! " asked Margaret, interested. "And that won't do, you know." " How could we do it ? " asked she. " It is very odd how people like Froghambury," he went on conceitedly ; " when they once come they never will go." " Very odd. But I am quite ready for a move, Dudley.'' " Oh, you ! you would never be still if you could help it." After a time, when Mrs. Hoffman's position at Froghambury became more assured, and she seemed in fact to have taken root there, then she made less scruple about showing her feelings. " I declare, Margaret," she said one day, ''it is too bad. The clocks are all wrong, and nobody cares. The paper doesn't come, and nobody cares* I feel ready to cry." " I think Castle Don't Care would be a good name for Froghambury; don't you, mother?" answered Margaret. " And such waste in the grounds, and such negligence. Do you just see how the place is overgrown ? it is terrible. It will all be nothing LAND ahead! 25 but cover for foxes soon, I am sure. The garden is dreadful." " Mrs. Vane will not spend on it, mother." " And so she has nothinof out of it. What waste of good soil and labour. If that is not penny- wise and pound foolish, I should like to know what is 1" " Your energy is dreadful, mother. Don't you know that this is a land where it is always after- noon ? " Christmas was over lonor as^o with its dull festivities, consistino: more in the doling^ out of beef and mutton and in stuffinor the school-children than in anything else ; the winter was giving way now, the hunting was coming to an end, and Maro-aret was dreadinoj the same terrible round of spring, summer, and autumn once more. Of the Chesters she had seen much, and the more she saw of them the more she liked them ; but there was many a weary mile between Froghambury and Carlingsford, and the visits she and Lorraine could pay to each other were few and far between. At last Maroraret fell ill. " Sheer weariness, poor dear ; I know it is," said her mother. " I am glad I am with her." . In trath, weariness had a great deal to do with 2Q LAND ahead! it. Life seemed terrible in its monotony. One day, to avoid it, she kept her bed ; the next, she felt unable to get up. She was so pale and thin, they were really alarmed for her. " It is atrophy," said Mrs. Hoffman. The doctors prescribed change. A week after she was well enough to be moved, and London was the first stage. They went to Hans Place ; the lease had expired, and it was Mrs. Hoffman's once more. "Do you remember, mother, our first arrival here from Germany ? " asked Margaret, as they drove up. *^ Then I did not like it ; now I come to it, oh ! so gratefully." Dudley looked at her sharply. Was his marriage a failure ? had that too got defeat stamped upon it so soon? CHAPTER III. Industry is the natural state of man, and the perfection of his nature is dependent on it; the progression which distinguishes him from everything else in the material world is maintained by it alone. — Faraday. Is it not a well-known fact, urged by all the faculty, that London is quite the worst place for health ? Is not there a scarcity of air ? and what air there is, is it not of a very bad kind ? Does not the smoke come back to us, and do not our poor lungs have a very hard struggle indeed for existence ? If there is anything at all the matter with us, are we not advised by the faculty to get out of London as fast as we can ? There can be no hope of cure, it says, as long as we are in that tainted atmosphere. But no ; the faculty is but human after all, and even the faculty therefore is sometimes wrong. In Margaret's case, certainly, it was very wrong. Mrs. Hoffman had been told only to allow her daughter to stay there just long enough to rest, and then to hurry her off to the 28 LAND ahead! sea as soon as possible. She wanted bracing, she wanted all sorts of things, but the last thing she did want was London. The faculty was grievously wrong. London was just what Margaret Vane did want. She was dying of ennui. We will not call it a broken heart, or of disappointment, it was simply bore- dom. Disappointments there had been. Froghambury was no paradise, but that she had never expected ; her new relations were no angels, but that she had known. But the prose into which her life had settled she had not expected ; the dull monotony of Dudley's character she had not expected ; more than all, the enforced idleness she had not expected. She had dreamed of improving him, of raising him, but there had met her a hopeless defeat ; he would not be raised. Moreover, she could find no lever to do it with ; and he was so heavy, it was impossible to do it without a lever. The flat, uninteresting desolation of her life appalled her. But now in London it was difi'er- ent. Interests met her on every side. Energy brightened her life again. Hope animated it. A future seemed possible. Her step grew light again, her cheeks had colour, her eyes shone as LAND ahead! 29 of old, laughter rippled forth continually, and the faculty looked on amazed. Is not the human heart mysterious? Which of them, wipe his spectacles as he would, could say exactly in what ratio the mind acts on the health of the body ? " Oh no, Dudley, we will not go ; we must stay here awhile. We have old friends to see, quantities of things to do, then we will go to the sea if you like." But was he in a hurry, seeing her happy again ? No ; for once more he had found the girl he had so loved. The limp, uninteresting, dull woman, whose face never changed, and whose eye never brightened, had vanished. Here was " Queen Daisy " again. Plays to see, old friends to talk to ; this one's picture to look at, that career to ask about ; some histories to ask for, and some triumphs to hear ; some applause to give, some sympathy and help to bestow ; music to hear, old friendships to renew — in short, how many broken threads of life were there not to take up ? And Dudley too was interested. He began to think, " There must be something in it." Margaret watched his growing interest. 30 LAND ahead! " He is awake at last," thought she. He grew kinder, softer, more sympathetic as he learnt. His waking was gradual, but it was sincere. He began to understand the advantage of progress over standing still. He had thought Froghambury was at the top of the hill, and that he could not go higher. Margaret taught him there were higher hills than Froghambury, to which that even was but a hillock. "And even, Dudley, if you stand there idle so long, you will find yourself rolling down. There is nothing to keep you up." About that time Dudley noticed Mrs. Hoffman and Margaret had long, grave conversations. Dudley wondered what they were about. He noticed too that Mrs. Hoffman seemed always to be urging Margaret to take some step, which apparently she disliked. Margaret too generally after these talks wore a grave, anxious look. " Are you tired of London, Dudley ? " asked his wife, at last. " No. Are you ? Shall we go to the sea?" Dudley was afraid to mention Froghambury now. " You would not like a trip to Paris ? " LAND AHEAD ! 31 *' Yes. Anywhere in the world. I should like that though, if you'll do the talking." " Sure, Dudley ? " She was touched by his ready acquiescence. Afterwards he did not regret it. It was another honeymoon, a happier, better honeymoon. They knew each other better now ; it was surer, more secure happiness. It was just Easter time ; everything was coming out. Sweet blossoms waved overhead, fragrant odours filled the air. Everything was gay, radiant, joyous. Existence seemed a holiday. Smiles seemed to meet them everywhere, and laughter seemed to be at every turn. Dudley was amazed ^^that life abroad could be so jolly." At the little dinners at restaurants, at the play, driving in the Bois, going to Versailles, walking in the forest of Fontainebleau, with Margaret by his side, full of laughter, full of play, Dudley thought this could not be true, that it was too good to be true, and that he should wake up roughly some day. So he did. Thus : — Driving in the Bois, watching the gay crowd, and mino-lino^ with it, the contrast between this-life and that at Froghambury struck him suddenly. 32 LAND ahead! "Margaret, how shall we like Froghambury after this ? When shall we go horae ? " The grave, anxious look which Dudley had noticed came into Margaret's eyes. " Never, Dudley." So that was it; that was the meaning of the long talks between mother and daughter. Margaret would not go back. It was no use. Urge, plead, persuade, argue as he might, Margaret would never share a divided reign at Froghambury with Mrs. Vane again. " I will sweep a crossing rather. I will take to the stage rather. I will live anywhere — do anything rather. But I must be free ; I must have something, however small, to call my own.' For a week Dudley held out. There was no word on the subject, and Margaret never tried to break the silence. Only she was more gentle, if possible, more meek, more piteous ; and she was waiting. Did Dudley know how firm she could be ? At last, one evening, quite late, — for in their delightful Bohemian existence hours were not regarded, — they were crossing the bridge behind the Tuileries over the Seine, when Margaret laid her hand on his arm, and stopped to look down into the river. LAND ahead! 33 " How peaceful the water is," said she. The moon was shining overhead. It shone on her face and eyes ; it made long ripples of light in the river below. "I would rather throw myself down there now, straight into it, and be at rest for ever, — away from you, away from life, though we are so happy now, — than take up with life again as we left it at Froghambury." " Why ? " " Because I do nothing but fail there. I get bad myself there, and I make you bad too." There was a silecce of some minutes. Margaret knew he was thinking. Which way would it end ? In the silence the Tuileries clock struck out — eleven strokes. Would they never end ? Margaret knew he would not speak till the clock had done. " All right, old gal," said he, at last ; " you ^hall have your way. We must write to my mother." " Thank you, Dudley." "But you must write the letter, you know. I'll just copy it." The next day, in their little sitting-room at the hotel " Meurice," the joint production was penned. VOL. III. D 34 LAND ahead! Margaret was sitting at the table, lier pen in her hand, and with writing materials spread out before her. Dudley, with his hands in his pockets, was walking- up and down the room. " Let me see," said she. " ' My dear mother,' I suppose ? " " Yes. My dear mother," echoed Dudley. Then they looked at each other. " I say, Margaret," said he, presently, stopping in his walk, and standing still in front of her, with his hands in his pockets, " don't let us make it too serious ; let's write in a jokey sort of way." " Ah, well ! I don't quite know, Dudley." Then she laid down her pen. " ' Here we are in Paris,' " suggested he. " She knows that." "Yes; but it's a beginning; *and enjoying ourselves immensely.' " " I almost think it would be better to go to the point at once." " Let's hear." " 'My dear mother, we have been talking over things lately, and have come to the decision that "Good heavens! that is taking the bull by the horns. But what have we decided ? " LAND ahead! 35 Margaret was silent. " You see, old gal," said he, presently, " if you are going at it like that I had rather you took it upon your shoulders." *' Well, let us hear your jokey way." " ' My dear mother, here we are in Paris ' " " She knows it." " 'Enjoying ourselves immensely. Plays, din- ners, driving ' " " She will say w^e are ruining ourselves." '' Oh, well ! leave out the dinners then." " Well ? " " ' And we have come to the conclusion that Froghambury is very dull' — and — what then, Margaret ? " "No, that won't do at all, Dudley. Look here ! ' Maro-aret and I have been talkino; over things lately, and I find that to be happy at Froghambury we really must have a change there.'" " WeU ! go on." " I shall wTite that. And then, listen, ' I v\'ish to take my position there, and to be master ' " " By George ! isn't that " " Listen, to me. ' Margaret too must have some interests and some responsibilities ; she wishes to do her duty by the place as much as I do.' " D 2 36 LAND ahead! Then she paused, thinking. Dudley watched her anxiously. " ' My Uncle Gilbert,' " she continued, " ' I am sure, wished it. I do not think, my dear mother, it was ever his wish that you should reside at Froghambury, and you know one must respect a dead man's wishes.' " *' I wish you would write this in your name." " So I will. No ; I won't. It will be of no use from me. Of course I can say flatly I will not return as long as your mother is mistress there, as that is true, but I do not see the good of saying it." " No ; more do I." '* You see, Dudley," said she, presently, laying down her pen, and looking into his face, "how unfair it is on both of us if your mother should live there. If she took an interest in us, and gave us interests, instead of cutting off all possibility of any supply of them, then it would be a different thing. But she cuts off from me all work, all duties ; she would deny me all amusement if she could; she does her best to prevent me from having friends as it is. It is like being put in a gilded cage, without food, or water, or sunshine, and being told to enjoy oneself. It is not fair on human life." LAND ahead! 37 " You know I am very well content. I don't care for work." " And you have no ambition ? " '' Not much." " Not even for freedom ? " " Of course it w^ould be pleasanter without any of them there." "It is a most unrighteous act, I think, her putting herself there. She has her money, and so has Lilly ; why are they to live upon you ? " " She says she leaves us perfectly free ; you particularly." ''Yes; but that is mockery. Free, when there is nothing to choose from. Kings without territory. It narrows existence too frightfully." " What would you have ? " " I only want to be allowed to live my life. I don't want to be tied down to little tiresome rules of monotonous regularity of Mrs. Yane's making, for no better reason than it is her pleasure to be tyrant. I cannot show her all my letters — they are about my friends' affairs more than mine ; nor do I always care to show her yours ; but still I had rather do that than have her prying here and there, and treating me as a conspirator. I do not care for a carriage and 38 LAND AHEAD ! horses as a rule, but still sometimes I do want to get over to Lady Chester ; and then jealous looks are hard to bear, and to be told one is encroaching on Mrs. Vane's position is harder still. I don't want to be sent to Coventry for a week for being late for luncheon, when perhaps I was sitting with some sick woman, or else putting finishing touches to a drawing. Ideas do not so often strike me that I can afford to throw them away recklessly. Oh, Dudley, those little annoyances make up the sum of life." " Poor old girl ! I don't understand you. I know I am always ready enough for my food when it comes ; the day w^ould be precious long and dull without it. But you, I suppose, are different." " Oh, Dudley, one must do something. One cannot live day after day in the country like that, and feel at night you are no farther on than you were in the morning. One must help somebody. It is the only charm of existence. Indeed, when one sees a duty before one, one must do it. You don't see it, so you can't do it." *^ Good luck to it." " Dudley, just you and I at Froghambury, we should be so happy." LAND AHEAD ! 39 *' Eeally now ! is that true ? Well I then let us go on with the letter." " Let me see. Where had I got to 1 Oh ! * dead man's wishes.' " " After all, Margaret, I can't copy all that ; not, at least, if you are going on long. I do so hate writing. Here, — it is no good beating about the bush, — give it me ; besides, I have done my pipe, and it would be so much jollier outside." He took the letter from her. His large hand-writing looked coarse and untidy by the side of Margaret's. "The long and short of it is, my dear Mrs. Vane, I must ask you all, with my respectful compliments, to turn out. I am sorry for it, old lady, very. But Margaret will never come back as long as you live there ; she tells me so, flat. Of course you must come and stay with us, but that will be quite a different thing. You see, as Froghambury was left to me, and not to you, I wish to live there ; and as she is my wife, I must have her with me." " Shall I send your love, old gal ? " taking his pipe out of his mouth to speak. " After that I am afraid it will not look very sincere," said she, looking over his shoulder. - "Oh, it will look better." 40 LAND ahead! " She sends her best love, and I remain your affectionate son, "Dudley Vane." "Now don't let me hear any more about it. I wonder how long she will take to go, and when Froghambury will be ready for us." Margaret could not help laughing, and she began to think her husband was the strangest mixture she had ever met. A day or two afterwards, Dudley was looking over his letters at breakfast, when he uttered an exclamation of astonishment. " What is it ? " asked Margaret, with a sudden pang at her heart. She thought of course that it was Mrs. Vane's answer. She had hardly slept since they wrote ; she was continually imagining all sorts of horrors. Now they had come. Was it likely that a shrewd, ambitious woman like Mrs. Vane would give up in a moment the scheme of years ? would she leave a comfortable home where she had attained a certain position, and where she lived on her son, instead of spend- ing her own jointure ? " A foreign letter," said Dudley. '' Eh ! of course, since you are in Paris. Who is it from ? " "Just look at the postmarks. It has come LAND ahead! 41 from Berlin to Frogliambury, and from Frogham- bury to London, and from London to " *' Let me look." He gave it to her. Margaret did not waste time over the post- marks ; she looked at the writing. " It is from Valentin von Broderode," said she quietly, giving it back to her husband. '* Is it ? how sharp you are." Then he proceeded to read it. " I say, Margaret, here's a joke ! He is coming to England, and proposes to come and see us at Froghambury. What shall we do if we are not there ? " " But, Dudley, we shall be there some time, I suppose ? " " Yes ; I suppose so." *' When is he coming ? " " Next month ; there's his letter. He says it's a year and two months since he saw us. How time flies." " It seems to me like a hundred years. But we must put him off, Dudley." "Oh no ; write and say we are going home." *'Yes; write and say we are here, but that when we do go home We need not say anything about Mrs. Vane." 42 LAND AHEAD ! '•' You write, Margaret." " How lazy you are, Dudley," said slie, with vexation in her tone. " You write a letter in half the time I do." " But he is your friend.' " He used to be yours.' " He was yours first I am sure." " How do you make tha;t out ? " '' He saved your life." " Margaret," said he, turning to her suddenly, " we ought to be very civil to him." ^^Yes." " I don't think we have been very civil to him." " I think you had better write to him, Dudley." '' So I will" The old dream began to come back to her that she had once dreamed so well, how those two were to be the nearest, the dearest friends to each other as Ions; as life should last. Valentin could improve Dudley so much ; Dudley might worship again as he did at first. She finished cracking her egg as she thought so. '' Oh ! " said Dudley, suddenly ; " and here is a letter from my mother." Margaret sat speechless. LAXD AHEAD ! 43 " You don't say anything." " What does she say, Dudley ? " " My goodness ! we have done it." " Dudley, — My heart would be broken, did I not know that it is not your doing, but hers. How false she is ! 'Fancy sending me her love, as she fells me to the ground. Some day, my poor foolish boy, you will find out how false she is. We are packing and going. Froghambury is yours ; inhuman couple. * Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend ; more hideous when thou show'st thee in a child than the sea-monster.' "Hexrietta Vane." "Well, those are the first words of poetry I ever heard your mother say ! " " Are they poetry ? deuced uncomfortable ones. What shall we do, Margaret ? " "We might write and tell her not to hurry. Oh, here is a P.S. from Lilly over the leaf. 'Mother says I'm to say we're packing and going — abroad ; and that she feels how " sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child." ' " " Is that poetry too, Margaret ? " " Yes ; mad King Lear says them." 44 LAND AHEAD ! " Does lie ? oh, tlieii he was mad, Margaret ? " " He became so. I think he must have been decidedly * foolish ' to begin with. Oh, but here is another P.S. * It's awful fun our going away, Dudley. So glad you made a row. It is dull at Froghambury. You know I can't sleep as mother does.' " " It may turn out for the best after all, Margaret," said he, as visions of a possible husband for Lilly crossed his fraternal brain. " Yes ; it may. I think I would write though, Dudley, and tell them not to hurry." ^' It doesn^t much matter. She won't hurry. And she'll spread awful reports about you." " Will she ? " " Oh yes ; she'll say it's all your doing ; and she'll make out you are ruining the family, and that you are not fit to live with, and so on." " After all, Dudley, I do not care for that. So long as I can do something with my life worth doing, I do not care what people say about it." " But I'll tell her not to hurry." CHAPTER lY. Still is the toiling hand of care ; Tlie panting herds repose ; Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air The busy murmur glows ! — Gray. It was a holiday at Froghambury. The great gates of the park had been thrown open, and from far and near rich and poor had gathered on the scene. Dudley and Margaret had returned. She thus began her reign. Another guest too was there whom Margaret did not expect. Valentin von Broderode, just arrived in England, had hastened at once to Froghambury. When he saw the merry crowds, the games, the dance, he threw himself impatiently from his slowly advancing carriage, which seemed to him as though it would never top the hill, and, mingling with the groups, he looked on the 46 LAND ahead! scene with wondering curiosity. To him it was incredible, marvellous. " This Froghambury is a paradise. Is all this power hers ? No wonder she had married Dudley. Beside this, no wonder his love had paled, had seemed tame, insipid, worthless." Standing there, leaning on the stone balustrade, with richly-dressed ladies, fair girls, and gay young men around her, Margaret gazed, well content, on the pageant below. At her side stood the candidate for the pending county election ; just beyond was his brother. Lord Brockton of Lees. To them the scene was full of interest. They watched anxiously the human tide, noting well the labours of their supporters and of their foes. The ebb and flow was seen easily by a practised eye. Just below, on the broad gravelled walk, the crowd of idlers lounged up and dqwn* looking with pardonable curiosity up to the group above them, and scanning their faces as thouojh they were looking on superior beings. Here some one moving swiftly by, roughly roused them from their admiration ; there some word of political meaning drew their attention from their idle scrutiny. On the wide green terrace below, the steps were becoming faster and faster ; the musicians LAND AHEAD ! 47 were catching tlie infection, and all were hurrying with more frolic than with just measure and dignity through the mazes of the dance. The l)right colours of the girls' dresses glinted gaily in the evening sunshine, while the lights and shades seemed to play coquettishly with their smiling faces and swift movements. Away, beyond all these, beyond the gay dresses and the moving crowd, below the wide terrace, and far from the white tents and flaunt- ing flags, lay the river ; this evening it seemed to sleep in its quiet vale. The sunlight did not touch it ; it was hidden away, sheltered and as though soothed to sleep by the great overhanging bouorhs. The murmur of the waterfall is silenced too ; just there you catch the white foam through the waving leaves, like passion tumbling away into the limbo of space. And the opposite hill is in shade — quiet, dark, peaceful, long-lying green shade ; the trees on the top seem sentinels on the w^atch to guard the vale from harm. The evening breeze scarce stirs their tops ; to the terrace it comes lightly whispering, just enough to lift a feather here, or a curl there, or to raise the passing colour on some beauty's check. Out in the distance, how- ever, in the far-stretching valley beyond, lies the 48 LAND ahead! glorious sunlight ; like an emerald shines the grass, and the willows nodding by the blue water's edge seem to bask in it resplendent. Pure, shining, glorious ; a picture of brilliant gladness, of joyful rest; light after darkness, rest after toil, heaven after the murmurs, unrest, efibrt, and unsatisfying joy of earth. Something of this passed through Margaret's mind ere she brought back her gaze to the moving crowd below. " Margaret, an old friend has come whom you will be glad to see." It was her husband's voice. She turned quickly, and the little group around her made room for the new-comer. It was Valentin. " You ! " said she gladly, putting out both hands. " I am glad indeed." Her unembarrassed greeting hurt him more than the triumph which he had been picturing to himself. " Who is he ? " whispered the group to each other. His handsome face, his foreign manner excited attention. " Who is he 1 " asked Lorraine in Margaret's ear. " An old friend of mine and of Dudley's. He LAND AHEAD ! 49 was with us abroad. He saved my liusband's life. Let me introduce him." So Lady Chester talked to Valentin in German. Looking at him there, he seemed to bring a wave from the ocean of the past to Margaret. Had she dared she would have told him he had started into her sight like a spirit of the past. ''lam glad you have come to-day," said she presently to him, leaning over the balustrade with him by her side. '' Why ? to see your triumph ? " '' To see the dawn of my new life. Is it not a bright one ? " They were looking on the gay crowds together. He hardly understood her. He had thought her life at Froghambury had been always this. For him, the spectres of a disenthroned mother- in-law, and a now far-distant Uncle Teddy, did not exist. "You told me it would be this. I knew — I expected — and is it happiness ? " " Happiness I oh yes ; and there is the good hope of making others happy too." He was silent. Meanwhile the human wave ebbed and flowed below. VOL. III. E 50 LAND ahead! '* And this election ? Your husband will be chosen, as you said ? '' Marfjaret blushed. *'No; not this time, Valentin. You are in too great a hurry ; Eome was not built in a day. "We have been abroad. I am but now beginning. Dudley did not stand — did not wish " " I see," said he. But he did not. What was it like when the last strains of music had died out, when everybody had gone away, and those three were alone ? The great rooms, the many servants, the beautiful house, the many pictures and lovely things scattered about, the shaded lights, and Margaret beautiful as ever, even more beautiful, as more self-possessed, and as the moving spirit of it all, made it fairyland for Valentin. But what was it for him as the days went on ? Bitter, terrible disappointment. Why, what had he expected ? Was not Dudley kind, ever present, solicitous for his amusement ? Was not Margaret gay, light-hearted, clever, kind as ever ? Was not Mr. Tudor at hand ? Were there not neighbourly meetings too, to amuse him ; parties both in the day-time and in the evening, where Lady Lorraine and Margaret LAND ahead! 51 were the reigning queens, and where both had smiles for him ? Av, smiles ! But was that all ? Had Marsjaret's interest, had Maro:aret's feeling: died down to that — a smile, a laugh, a merry jest ? Were they all ? Had she really thus ful- filled her ideal ? had she really learned to love this man ? Always her eyes, her hopes, her thoughts seemed fixed on him and his happiness. Was she really content ? And she was not worthy of him. Had she really fallen to his level ? Were house and dinners, and horses and dogs, and poultry and cricket all she could care for ? Was never the sound of music heard ? Were all the arts for- ojotten ? Save for that OTeat do2f, who seemed to be her familiar spirit, she seemed to have no eyes, no heart but for Dudley. " Can one desrrade oneself so ? " thouo;ht he. In truth he was impatient of her apparent success. Above all, his self-love was wounded that he should be forgotten. One day, weary and ill at ease, and finding him- self alone m the gallery, he sat down to the piano, and sang one song that Margaret used to like. She was crossing the hall at the time, but hearing it, she stopped suddenly. It brought a flood of tender recollections to her. E 2 52 JAND ahead! She opened the door into the gallery wider, and stood there listening. A great mirror hung on the wall. Valentin saw her standing there, but he sang on. What was it that the song brought to her ? Why did the tears gather in her eyes ? What was in the mist before her ? What did she see as she stood there ? What tenderness came over her and unmanned her so suddenly ? It was the tender dream of her youth that came back to her ; it was the whisper of the glory with which she had once crowned life ; it was the hopes she had found false, the love she had abjured ; it was her own youthful faith for which the tears gathered so fast ; it was com- passion for herself, regret for the vanished dream that held her spell-bound there. If she had known then what reality was, what life was Alas ! songs are poetry, life is prose ! A step behind her made her start. It was Dudley. *' AYhat are you doing here ? " asked he. " Listen, Dudley," said she, putting up her hand. " That is one of the old songs. Do you. remember it ? " " Can't say I do. But then I have no ear ; no more than Fritz." LAND ahead! 53 " I am not sure that Fritz has not an ear." Dudley went into the gallery, and Margaret slipped away. But Valentin had seen her tears ; he was half content. " Where is your wife ? " asked he, carelessly. " She has gone to her boudoir." " Where is that ? " ''Like to see it?" "Yes ; as I helped to furnish it, I should." *' She said that was one of the old songs you used to sing." " Did she ? I dare say it is ; I have not learnt many new ones." Margaret meanwhile had slipped away. The sonor had made her dream. " Oh, Fritz," said she, as she came into her room, and stood looking at the great dog who lay on the rug, and flapped his tail lazily at her cominof, lookins: at her with dumb devotion, " if you could only sing, it would be so nice ; or if Dudley would sing, or just if somebody would do somethin2 ; it is dreadful to be alone." Fritz got up and came to her. "No; I am not alone, I know; I am ungrate- ful to say so. But, Fritz, you cannot sing ; you know you can't. How does my picture look to-day 1 " 54 LAND AHEAD ! She went to the easel, and turned the picture facing her. A simple subject : two children sitting under a chestnut tree, making daisy chains. The flicker- iDg light played on them ; some old people sitting on a bench looked on and laughed. Just then the door opened, and Dudley brought in Valentin. • " He said I might come," said Valentin, looking at her narrowly. *' Surely, you have every right. To you I am indebted for half the pretty things here." " Did you like them ? How well I remember going to buy that with your mother. And that table, did you like it ? " He scrutinized everything. It brought back to his memory a time full of doubt and pain. " But this cabinet ? ^' asked he, suddenly. ** We did not buy that." " No ; it was in the house. Dudley put it in my room." *' Ah ! I thought not. It is too valuable. Fond as I am of antiquities, I should never have dared. Have you any more like it ? " " There is one in Sir Gilbert's room, I believe," said Dudley. '* I have a faint recollection of it. But the room has never been opened since his LAND ahead! 55 death. If you are not afraid of gliosts we might go and see." " I am not afraid of ghosts," said Valentin. " I have never been inside the room," said Margaret ; *' I have always thought it was a sort of Bluebeard's chamber." " Will you both come with me if I go and get the key ? " asked Dudley. . " Certainly," said Valentin. " Yes," said Margaret. Dudley went away, and Valentin, with his face turned from Margaret, "still scrutinized the pic- tures, the china, the furniture. He was thinking of her tears ; he was sure now she only wore a mask. '^ And so you liked the room ? " " Yes. I have often thanked you for this pretty nest. It was like coming home, when I could not arrange the rest of the house as I wished." Her tone was totally free, quite unembarrassed. Then he came to the picture. " And so you paint still ? " asked he, astonished. ^^^Vhynot?" " I thought — I did not know you cared for anything except your country life. I thought that all t/mt was forgotten." 56 LAND ahead! " It could never be really forgotten witli me/' said she. Then she added in a lower voice, " It is my life." " And poetry and music ? " asked he ; " are those your life still ? " " Yes ; as much as ever. But that part of my life is solitary, and I find it must be so. I used to think that all art required sympathy, con- geniality ; but now I have learnt differently. Art herself gives the sympathy which I used to think was necessary for her worship." " Are you speaking the truth ? " " Yes ; " but she turned away from him as she spoke. " But I find I am two women. The working-woman, who is busy about art, truth, beauty, energy, work, success — life in fact with all its seriousness and earnestness ; and the other woman busy about her husband and her friends, about folly and frivolity, whose foolishness amuses them. With this last woman you have to do." "But if I prefer the other? That other, you know, is my old friend." Margaret looked at him questioningly. " It might be better for you to forget," stam- mered she. " But if I cannot forget, no more than you LAND ahead! 57 can ? Margaret, throw away that hideous mask you have worn before me of late. Do you think I did not see your tears just now ? " ^' Tears ! " repeated she, astonished. " Yes ; when I sang that old song of ours " "Ah!" Then they were both silent for a moment. "Valentin," said she at last, gravely, ^^you mistook." " I am mistaken ? " He started away angrily. " My dear friend," said she, smiling sadly, " the tears came, I know not w^hy; they came, I thinlc " " Now be true, Margaret, to your own self at least." "They came I think for that poor own self. The words and the tones brought back to me the folly of years ago " "Folly!" " The foolish dreams, the more foolish faith, the proud self-confidence, the idle self-love. They came too for the pain the waking cost. Have you not learnt all that yet, Valentin ? But perhaps you were not so foolish as I — " I do not understand what you mean 5S LAND ahead! " That confounded key ! " said Dudley, bursting in ; "I have been all this time finding it. Did you think I was never coming ? " "No. All right, Dudley. May Fritz come too ? " ^' Hell have his own way, I suppose." " Then of course he will come." All along the corridor, then down the steps, through the winding passage, and when they came to the door they lowered their voices, none knew why. What a cold, damp feeling there was in the room ! What a dim mysterious light came through the chinks of the shutters ! What weird shadows seemed to shrink fearfully away as Dudley undid the bars and let in the honest light of day! There stood the old tester bed, with its faded hangings, there was the inlaid work on it, and the canopy, with the crest and the armorial bear- ings, getting faint and dim. There, close by the great fire-place, was the old arm-chair. " Oh, I wish he were alive still," said Margaret. " Why ? " asked Dudley. " Because I am sure he was kind and just, and I should have liked to have known him." " You are not worldly," said Valentin. LAND ahead! 59 There was the old oak chest, which had been for years untold in that same place. There was the old cupboard, there the tall glass, with its gilded frame, and there in the corner was the cabinet which they had come to see. " There it is,'' said Dudley, carelessly. " Ah, it is indeed," said Valentin, enthusiasti- cally. '' What a gem it is ! May I open it ? " " Oh, open as much as you like." The drawers were all empty ; he might open them all safely. How beautifully it was inlaid ; how rare the workmanship. " It beats the one in your room. Why do you not have it instead, or as well ? " " May I, Dudley ? " " I don't know. Look ; he is like a child with a new toy. What madness it is. It is like Margaret over her old pots and pans. The uglier and older the china is, the more she likes it. I tell you what, old fellow, I had much rather do with it, instead of putting it in Margaret's room, where there is not a corner for anything more." " What ? " asked Valentin, looking up at him and putting out his arm as though to shield it from some proposed sacrilege of the Goths and of Dudley. 60 LAND AHEAD ! '* Why ! give it to you ! " '* Give it to me ? " "Yes ; you seem to like it." " Like it ! But this is an heir-loom." " Heir-loom, indeed ! They are all over the house, and fusty things they are. That grate is an heir-loom, I suppose, and so is the chair." " What does your wife say ? " " Do have it, Valentin." " Yes ; do take it, old fellow. It may grace your castle near Berlin, and will be a souvenir of your English friends. Do take it. It may be a curiosity too over there. Here we have lots of them." ''But you don't know what you are giving me ? " " Oh yes, I do. We will have it packed care- fully and sent over." Valentin was profuse with his gratitude. " It will grace my collection of odjets cTart indeed. It will be the most valued of all my valuables." " I am so glad it will be appreciated," said Dudley. " It is a curious thing." " It is a beautiful thing," said Valentin, " and a thing of beauty is a joy for ever." "I say, old gal," said Dudley later to his LAND ahead! 61 wife, "you did not mind my giving it to him ? " '' Mind, no ; I am delighted. He seemed so pleased. And he really seems to value the gift so much." *' What a fuss he will make about packing it properly." " Yes ; we must get some one down from London to do it all right, and send it for him." "Yes; I will see to it." So the golden days sped on. May glided away, and June came in all the blazing glory of his majesty. Valentin, sitting there in the great hall amid the old books, or lost in dreams about the old pictures as the loving light of heaven poured on them, would see Margaret pass to and fro before him. Or now it was her voice he listened to, giving some order, or speaking some kindly word. Or she sang to the great organ in the gallery, deem- ing herself alone. It thrilled through Valentin, as he would sit thinking there. Or now he watched her from the terrace, tending her flowers ; moving amidst them, she seemed the fairest flower herself, to whom iill turned as to their sun. And not the flowers 62 LAND ahead! only, but the poor people, the dumb animals, all nature seemed to turn to Margaret and there find solace and comfort. She seemed to breathe happiness around, and on her brow was content- ment written. And with the rest Dudley turned to her too. Valentin alone seemed left out. He noticed how she was for ever throwing him with Dudley, how in the evening when they were sitting on the terrace under the stars, how she would glide away, and would go and sing to herself. i\.t length one day, finding her sitting alone by the fountain in the shade, with Fritz by her side and a book on her knee, he said to her — " You like to be alone, Queen Daisy ? " *' I am a great deal alone, Valentin ; neces- sarily so." " But why ? " '* Dudley does not care very much about the things I care for. I cannot help it. But he is very kind. And I am very happy. Only of course I am a great deal alone. He is out so much. He knows the farmers about, and they amuse him." ** But I care for the things you care for." *' Ah yes ; I know." LAND ahead! 63 " Margaret, I do not think you are quite right yet about this life of yours. You say you are contented, and indeed you seem so." " I am content. I am progressing. Is not that content ? " " You set yourself a task. But to me there is too much of task- work about it, not enough heart-service. You do things because they are right, not because you love them. You keep half your life a closed book from Dudley, because you think it would not interest him, and you set yourself up on a pedestal. Take care that you do not climb so hicrh that he miorht not care to follow you, but might seek his amusements with his farmers and such associates he can find at hand." " What would you have me do ? " " Let us all see that closed book. I would not have you put it away on a shelf, and give up art and all the enjoyment it gives you, lest you too might fall to a lower level, — a level where Dudley is content, — but admit others to your sanctuary." Margaret was silent. The advice was subtle. But her mind was busied with one sentence in it. Had she in fact set herself too high ? might Dudley some day not care to follow ? In truth, 64 LAND ahead! he did frequent the farmers' company much more than at first, and Mr. Tudor had thrown out hints which she had not noticed at the time, but which now recurred to her mind with strange force. What, after all, if she should not be succeeding as she thought ? The fountain splashed on, and threw out its darts of flame in the sunshine. Valentin watched her face. " Are you coming, oh serpent," said she with sudden gaiety, "to dash the happiness of my Eden from my hand ? " *'You often push away a disagreeable subject like that," said he, sullenly. " It is rather mean, I think." " Well, you shall come to my sanctuary, then — and Dudley too. But I forewarn you — it is very dull." She rose as she spoke, and he walked with her to the house. Outside the little garden door he stopped her, standing facino: her. " One word, Margaret. Answer me truly. Are you happy ? " Behind her the flowers blazed, the trees nodded, the birds darted swiftly about. Behind that, again, the park rolled away into the blue distance. LAND AHEAD ! 65 She seemed to him a priestess holding a scroll. From the word she should speak his life would be coloured. For a moment her hand rested on Fritz's head, for a moment her eye met his unshrinkingly. " Perfectly, thoroughly happy. Valentin, how can you ask ? " He turned away . His heart felt bitter, scorched, wounded. " Perfectly, thoroughly happy ! " But he did not believe it. VOL. HI. F CHAPTER Y. We may not make this world a Paradise By walking it together with clasped hands, And eyes that meeting feed a double strength. Mrs. Hemans. Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud ; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful, nipping cold ; So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet. Second Part of Henry VI., Act ii. Sc. 4. An earthly Paradise indeed ! Margaret shut herself up no longer in her "sanctuary," as Valentin had jestingly called it; she saw no longer need to be solitary ; it had been a mistaken idea. " One should never leave people at their own level ; one should raise them higher, if it may be possible." She left the chrysalis state ; she shone in all the glorious splendour of the butterfly. Songs, painting, poetry gave the hours wings; they vanished, and suddenly waking to their flight, LAND ahead! 67 Margaret and Valentin would ask whitlier had they gone. Dreams — dreamed as Valentin rowed her on the lake, or as the boat crept along almost silently, — and gorgeous fancies swept across their sky; visions of earthly glory, half divine, to be wrought by art ; images wherein Valentin's thoughts, peopled with half the myths and the presences of old poetic classic lore, painted pictures for her, only too entrancing, only too beautiful. In those early summer days the air was heavy with fragrance, all nature seemed to breathe love. Margaret and Valentin looked on and listened. Was there no poison in it ? Were the darting swift, or the changing reflections in the lake, or the magnificent sweep of the beautiful trees, or the myriad life filling the air around them, or the splendour of sky or flower, all that Valentin marked ? As he poured forth his brilliant fancies in Margaret's ear, as he noted her brightening eye and flushing cheek, as he heard her eager answers, were those all he thought of ? Did not his memory go back, with sudden fierce, impotent longing, to the days at Sonnenthal so sweetly spent ? Why had their beauty faded thus ? And yet Margaret was more wonderful to him F 2 \ 68 LAND ahead! now than she was then. Now it came to him often suddenly that she did not care for him. Then she had cared ; he had taught her, as it were ; he had opened her eyes, and she had seen all as he saw it, and loved all because he did. Now she saw with her own eyes ; and those eyes were always fixed on the blue distance, or on the blue sky, or on some picture, not on his face, as of old ; and her ear was strained to catch some harmony, not the tones of his voice, as of old. "Is it possible ? " he would say to himself bitterly. Suddenly Margaret roused herself from this dreamland. Inaction was abhorrent to her nature. If she had no work immediately on hand, she must have amusement. Dudley, she thought, wanted stirring. The neighbourhood wanted to be amused. And she and Valentin, she fancied, mig;ht as well have somethino^ to do. " Dudley says I may," said she, playfully, one morning at breakfast. . "AVhat?" asked Valentin. '' Live again ; I mean act." He laughed. So did Dudley ; and the latter touched his fore- head significantly, as though he would say Margaret was a little gone in that quarter. LAXD ahead! G9 '' We have got our play all ready," said she. Dudley started. " Have you ? " " Oh yes. Scenes — casket scenes from the ' Merchant of Venice ; ' easy as possible : an old dream of mine. And the Powyses always pro- mised to play them. Then Mr. Wemyss is sure to have a new play he wants to see on the stage, and Orford Ellis will only be too glad to help him. I shall vvrite to-day. I wonder if Lady Lorraine would act. We mio;ht have it the beoinnino: of Julv, I should think ? " " What shall I do ? " asked Dudley. '•' Oh, you must receive the people. Somebody must do that." " And I ? " " I don't see why you should not play Bassanio. You are the best looking," and she examined his features critically, as though he were a picture or a statue. " I am not sure whether my leave may not be up by that time," said he, getting up angrily from the table. But Margaret was as good as her word. Pre- parations began in earnest. Lady Lorraine said she would like to feel young again, and to -act once more. She would get some lessons in 70 LAND ahead! London, and would work up " Nerissa " with all her might. Miss Powys would play Jessica. Valentin too would play Bassanio. As for the rest, "Margaret's professionals," as she called them, were they not always willing to try their hands at anything ? and of course Mr. Wemyss and Orford Ellis had a little something which they would be delighted to play, with a little help from the honourable lady, the lessee of the theatre. The country-side was in a ferment at the news. No "theatricals" .had ever been seen in the neighbourhood before. Was Lady Vane really clever enough to act ; and Shakspere too ! But then perhaps her antecedents were By the by, what were her antecedents ? There was something forward, unfeminine in a lady's acting ; Shakspere too I were they not right ? Then came the news that Lady Chester was going to act too. Oh dear I was it true ? was it really true ? And would every one be asked ? Would the invitations be managed properly, according to people's proper rank and position, and according to the time they had been in the county ? Lady Vane, a new-comer, and half a foreigner^ might forget that. LAND ahead! 71 So they talked and fretted, and hoped and feared amonor themselves. As for Valentin, he paced up and down the terrace at Froghambury with a pocket Shakspere, and quoted his "Bassanio'* till nearly every servant in the house knew the part as well as he did. " Did ever any one hit on anything so engross- ing to occupy a stray guest before ? " asked Mar- garet of Fritz, as she watched the young man pacing up and down with his book from her window. " Margaret," said Dudley, opening the door suddenly, ''here is a wretched man come from London calling himself a stage-carpenter.'' " Oh ! " said she, springing up, " you don't mean to say so ? a stage-carpenter ! then now I really do feel as if we were going to do something. I am quite happy." Dudley stood laughing at her. '' Come here," said she. And she brought him to the window, then pointed at Valentin conning his book in the garden below. They stood together, smiling at him. "He is very constant to you. Queen Daisy/* said Dudley, turning to her gravely at length.. " You think so ? " answered she as gravely. 72 LAND AHEAD ! a n rhen I am very faithless to him. You must make it up to him for me. He is our good friend, Dudley. Be one to him.'' Her husband's arm was round her. A mist seemed to gather over his eyes. For answer his lips rested lightly on her head. Just then Valen- tin looked up ; he saw the action. Margaret knew he saw it ; and she was glad. She did not know the bitterness that shot to his heart at the sight. Is anything so bitter as wounded pride, as hurt self-love 1 " I will come to the carpenter at once, Dudley,'' said she. But she stayed a moment behind her husband, and kneeling, looked into the depths of Fritz's faithful brown eyes. " What was the story of Actea ? " murmured she. " She loved a beast, and her love was to her a god. Is it always so ? How it purifies us and the loved one when it is so. There is nothing: that is possible, or that has any beauty in it, without faith. Can love raise a beast to a god thus?" Was she thinking of poor patient Fritz, or Nero, or of Dudley ? " If I might raise him so, if I could make him see and love only what is true and beautiful, if by ' LAND AHEAD ! 73 my love I could bring him to the truth ■ Come, Fritz." Then she went to the stage-carpenter. That month of June, 1870, will long be remem- bered in the precincts of Froghambury. What a fuss it was ! What hammering, what fitting ! What confusion, dear to the development of histrionic talent, but hateful to everything else ! What sudden hurry and indispensable necessity for indispensable things which had never been heard of before I What endless wants, what infinite and impotent needs ! Moreover, what rehearsals ! What jumbling together of the tragic and the comic, of the humorous and the pathetic ! What strange touches of human nature strangely allied with divine inspiration and human inspiration ! What enthu- siasm, and what crude ignorance ! What efi*ort and what impotence ! Again, what journeyings to and fro between Froghambury and London ! What nocturnal arrivals ! What sudden depar- tures ! How many telegrams ! And how many answers and porterage prepaid ! What ridiculous questions ! What hopelessly indefinite answers 1 What an " Inferno " for every one except to those to whom it was '' Paradiso I " Dudley was supposed to be the sufferer. But 74 LAND ahead! ^ i Dudley was out all day. As Margaret sapiently ; remarked — I " Has he not the terriers to talk to '? And i then there are the ferrets, not counting the i horses and the farm ; and then there is a certain I Bill Ealing, an authority with one eye and an | evil red face, with whom Dudley consorts much, ■ and who I fancy must be very fascinating, though I have not the pleasure of his acquaintance myself" I The golden days sped on. People came and \ went. Rehearsals began and never ended. Life, ' they said, was full of work. But the summer , days were glorious. The actors lounged about \ and basked in the sunshine, and Lady Lorraine, j with Portia and Jessica, looked on and laughed. 1 " Oh, Valentin," said Margaret one day with sudden enthusiasm, '' I wish you lived here. Throw up your German army and come. We will build a theatre and play Shakspere always, and we will have an opera, and a studio ; and what great things we will do, and how many people we will encourage, and how we will love art, and how many we will make happy." " Is that all why you wish me to come ? " asked he, smiling at her doubtfully. " Is not that enough ? " asked she, smiling LAND ahead! 75 back, and opening her great round eyes upon him. At last the great night came. Froghambury was full of guests. Had not Mrs. Vane been prevailed upon to come, and to bring Lilly, even though she dis- liked acting, and had been heard to call Mar- garet " a daughter of Heth," and a Midianitish woman? Had not Mrs. Hoffman also come ? and were not some old friends also there, who had been kind to Margaret in London, admiring her face, and liking her talent ? Then there were many guests from Carlingsford ; and as for the neighbourhood, why it scrambled in confusedly, eagerly, hotly. It had made up its mind to come. It came, it said, under pro- test. But the protest was faint, the arrival evident enough. Outside, the carriages streamed wearily up the hill. The moon peeped at them through the trees ; her gentle gleam seemed mild mockery on their feverish excitment. Outside the great hall the coloured lights flared and shone ; blue and green and red were there — a parterre of jewels set in the silver grass. Within, great lamps threw down their light en the armour, and on the deer's heads, and on the 76 LAND AHEAD ! glistening swords ; shone too on the old carving, and seemed to nestle with gentle smile in the cornices where the Cupids laughed. There too in the corners bright flowers waved ; their large leaves hung to the ground. Was it all a joke? weve they too laughing? or was there no feigning in the love they breathed, and the soft welcome they gave to the flocking guests ? Old Douglas was supreme. It was years since he had assisted at such an entertainment ; it was years, he said, since he had seen Froghambury look itself. For two days before he had tried his voice in the housekeeper's room for Mrs. Simeon's edification, to see if he could announce the people properly. He too, poor Douglas, must go through his rehearsals ! Surely that was a new waistcoat he had on, Never had he looked so portly, so blooming before. '' Why, Douglas ! " said Margaret as " Portia," meeting him on the stairs, " why, Douglas ! you look quite young again." *' And, ma'am, I feel so." Then he stood dazzled by her beauty and con- descension. At last the guests were seated, at last the supreme moment arrived, at last the manager's LAND AHEAD ! 77 silvery bell was heard, and the curtain went up. There was a burst of applause. The lights, the flowers, the well-chosen colouring — how pretty the effect ! how charming the result ! " Who taught her to play Portia like that ? " asked one. " Was there ever such by-play, such charm of manner, such talent, such fascination ? " " I would I were Bassanio," said another. *' He is a professional, I suppose ? " " But she must be a professional too," said an old lady, crustily. " I dare say she has been on the stage." "Depend upon it that was why Mrs. Vane objected to the marriage so." " That must have been it." *' But is she not charming ? How arch, how tender, how beautiful." " Oh, if Shakspere could rise and see he might sleep for ever after, content that his conception was understood at last." " But look at Nerissa. I had no idea Lady Chester was such an actress." " Look at her husband watching her over there. Is he not pleased ? " " We shall all turn actresses now. It will 'be dreadful Oh, these days — these days." 78 LAND ahead! And Jessica too was in no way behind ; the applause was as hearty for her. For the men there was sharper criticism. Bertram Powys' " Shy lock " had something of original, though strangely powerful, in it ; and Lorenzo and Gratiano provoked many an approving smile. " After all, am I not right to act Shakspere ? " asked Margaret behind the scenes, as she listened to the storm of applause she had provoked. " They will go home and read up their * Merchant of Venice ' now." "They all say they do not wonder at your choosing Bassanio," said Lady Lorraine ; "he is so handsome." " Who told you they said so ? " " Chester. He has just been round." " They are very stupid, ignorant people. I dare say half of them think I like him because he is handsome, not because Shakspere settled it so." " Yes ; like people who read novels, say the author thinks all his characters say, never mind what sort of people they are." At last — too soon for the actors — it was over. The judge had come on, the judgment had been given, Shylock had said he was '* not well," Portia and Nerissa were happy once more, they LAND ahead! 79 « had tantalized their respective play-husbands sufficiently, and all was over. The curtain had dropped, and the actors were listening smiling to the excitement among the audience. Then cries of " Portia " resounded, and she was led forward. Strange ! amid all the friendly faces gathered there on one alone did her eye dwell. It was to Dudley she looked, it was to Dudley she smiled, and when he smiled back proudly on her, her heart swelled with sudden triumph, and she felt glad as she had never felt before. In turn they were all called, and so, amid applause and shouts and wondering admiration, the Venetian Merchant left the little Frogham- bury stage. *' There is somethino^ odd about it thoug-h," said an old lady ; *' something mysterious." "She is too good an actress to be a lady." "And yet she is so lady-like." *' One cannot help being a little shocked." " Such cleverness frightens me." But there was not much time to talk. Mr. Wemyss' new piece followed : a little comic piece, called "My Morning Visitors," through 80 LAND ahead! whicli he and Orford Ellis and Margaret kept the audience in screams of laughter. Afterwards at supper in the great oak dining- room, with every one sitting down at little round tables, and the champagne corks flying about, with actors and actresses mingling their gay costumes with the more sober dresses of the guests, was it not gay ? Had Froghambury ever seen such a merry scene ? \ Mrs. Vane might try to wedge in innuendoes, ; or Lilly might look astonished, and ask " who all | these people were," what did it matter ? was not every tongue unloosed ? and did not every face \ wear perforce some sort of smile ? j " How did you come to do Portia so well ? " \ asked an old lady of Margaret. ; *' I don't know. I have always loved Portia. j It has been my dream to act the part ever since I I can remember." j 'I Now is that right ? should not a young wife I think of her household, her husband, his dinner ? \ What has Portia to do with daily life ? ! " Ah, dear old lady ! " Margaret might have j said, " there are more things in heaven and earth : than are dreamt of in your philosophy." i Just then Valentin stepped up to her. He j LAND ahead! 81 was pale, but lie was smiling. There was a strange light in his eye. "Well, Bassanio," said she, half smiling and half afraid, she did not know why. He stooped towards her. "It is all over. I must go." "Go!" " Yes," he repeated. " I must go." She had risen. She could not understand him. They stood facing each other. " Explain." " War is declared." " War," she stammered. " Against France. I must go." Her heart stood still. Her face turned white. A wild joy gleamed in his eyes. " You — are — oroino; — to — fight ? " " Yes," said he, brutally. In truth he was glad that she cared, that she could sufi'er for him. It was not Germany's sorrow that made him glad; though, for the matter of that, who would not be glad to fight a good fight for his country's sake ? " You ? " she repeated, half stupid. She looked at him from head to foot. This handsome youth to go and be shot down, to be mauled and wounded and torn like VOL. III. Gr 82 LAND ahead! any savage, and all for nothing lie liad done, for no quarrel or fault of his ; to fight like any wild beast, or, worse still, to stand like any martyr and not fight, and yet die thus ! Oh, it was sickening. And for Valentin to have to do this ! He so bright, so clever, so intellectual ; he who knew so much, he who could enjoy so much, he who could love so well, — he to die in a senseless, brutal fight ! Was this justice ? Was this the law of nations ? Who had the right to take a human life and waste it thus ? " Do not you hear ? do not you understand ? " asked he softly. "No, I do not understand." Her face was whiter than ever ; her teeth were • firm clenched. Then it got noised about the room that Bassanio was ordered ofi* to Germany, that war was declared, that the Government was making up the complement of the regiments, that all the officers were ordered to the front, that — in fact, Bassanio must go. Margaret roused herself, and smiled. How they gathered round him. Men and women, old and young ; friends well known to him, or those who had only seen him as Bassanio to-nio^ht. He was the hero of the hour. There j LAND ahead! 83 were tears in some of the women's eyes. He was too handsome to go and fight. " Is he not too handsome, Lady Vane ? " asked some one of her. " Handsome is as handsome does," said Mar- garet, smiling : but she watched him, seeking to know what to do. As for him, he laughed and joked, he carried it off well. He was, they thought, all eagerness to ] fight. Perhaps in his heart he was ; and yet he ! was modest. No idle swaggerer of couraore ; no, he might be dead in a week. Yet still he turned i with friendly jest to Antonio his play-friend, ' and asked him if he would not see him throuo^h this trouble too. 1 Looking at Margaret, he feared her. He i watched her narrowly. She was not near him ; ■ she looked at him throug;h the crowd, and their eyes talked a dull, pained, bewildered, unintel- liojible languaoje to each other. She was like a woman dreaming an evil dream. He was awake and was waiting for her. " Good-bye, Queen Daisy." .^ He stood before her, and the world — her world — was lookincr on. - " Must I say it now ? " she stammered. Then G 2 84 LAND AHEAD ! | Dudley was there too. She added indifFerently, j " You go now ? " \ " Yes, now ; good-bye, Queen Daisy." *' You mean you go early in the morning ? " \ " No, to-night. My things are packed. The ; carriage is waiting." \ *' Good-bye, Valentin." ' There was an infinite longing in her face to say , more. i " Is that all ? " muttered he. '' Heaven bless you," said she. ; There was no harm in that. I For a moment their hands were clasped together. ; *' Good-bye, Bassanio," she said, aloud. "Go with him, Dudley ; you, Valentin " she added. \ But no ; he was gone. i " She did not care for her play-lover," said the ' guests. " She is hard, and beautiful, and cold." " She did not care for me ever," said Valentin bitterly to himself, as he drove away in the star- ! lig;ht night. " She is beautiful as marble, and as cold." j Would the guests never go ? would they never cease their thanks, their compliments, their flattery ? would she never be alone ? Yes, at last, after weary waiting, after weary acting, after ] dull jests, and duller phrases, at last alone, | LAND ahead! 85 The blue silent vault of heaven above her ; and. on the earth, and in her heart, a great cry of pain that seemed so bitter, so heavy that it must ivill her. Her Germany ! her fatherland ! her friend ! Her heart's one friend whom she had loved and worshipped, and betrayed till she had taught herself to love another in his place ; her heart's home, where her soul was always sighing to be, on the blue Ehine with the dear old father. Her heart's home, her heart's friend, and she alone and idle here. Would the moon never hide her smiling face ? Would the stars never cease their vain watch ? Must she always do nothing ? Must he fight for Germany, perhaps die for Germany, and she stand idle here ? And this was Margaret Vane. They said she was cold and hard. CHAPTER YI. War, war is still the cry : war even to the knife. Childe Harold, Canto I. Was it the same nation? Were they the same people? Who said they were quiet or phleg- matic? ■ . What is this joy, this enthusiasm, this breaking out of a long pent-up want ? Each face beams with sudden content, each man steps as though he walked to a long-wished-for goal ; triumphant gladness seems. already to be each one's possession. Courage and honour revel abroad ; self-constraint is at an end ; smouldering anger is over ; now the Fatherland's day has come ; they may fight, they may conquer, and they may die. The memorable day, the 15th of July, 1870, had dawned, and war was declared. Valentin, hurrying back, journeyed like a man in a dream. He too shared the joy, the proud burst of martial spirit ; the love of country made LAND AHEAD ! 87 his heart beat fiercely, while the crowd of soldiers he met everywhere, and the reservists flocking to join their regiments added to his excitement. The solitary sparks coming from all sides to join their standard met in the lurid flame. What hurry, confusion, and excitement every- where. They came, these eager defenders of their country, mostly before they had been called, and their numbers were so great there was no place for them, but they had to bivouack in the streets, or find shelter where they could Nor did they ask, these willing victims, what it all meant. Their King's honour was at stake : so was not theirs? The Fatherland needed them, — the boundary, the glorious Rhine needed them and their defence against their next neighbour. And France must be ready. She had invited them to war ; she had provoked the combat ; she must be ready. Probably her columns were ah'eady moving towards the Ehine, and they would come before Prussia was prepared. Hence the hurry. Yet no one was afraid. No one doubted the greatness of France or the bravery of her soldiers, but if only the Prussian army could once gain its position, no one feared the result. Who could be afraid in the midst of such 88 LAND ahead! joy ? Who could have time for any regret, or doubt, or any sad thought of the past when new life was sprino-ing in every heart, and new hopes beamed on every face ; when glory seemed to light with new promises on every sword, and when courage throbbed high in every breast. Was it for Valentin even to dream in the long lonely night — too long, for all inaction was hateful then — of blighted hopes and love betrayed ? Was that the time for regret over vain hopes and idle dreams, of faded friendship, or of idols crumbled away ? Was there place even then for bitterness ? Did he dream even then of a wasted past, of idle faith, of misplaced confidence, and of fruit for- bidden? Did his wounded self-love poison his heart even now ? Was there a thought that the battle-field might give him an honourable peace at last ? Was he even now so bitter ? Did he welcome death, and wounds, and sufi'ering, and eternal silence because all other revenge was denied him ? Now because she was lost to him had Margaret become so dear ? Before, if he had been less cruel, less selfish, if he had not flirted thus with happiness, he might have had it for the asking. But there had been no thought, no pity in him; only selfish pride, only love of power, and of idle LAND ahead! 89 dalliance. He had had no pity; and now he suffered. Life held no more beauty for him. Margaret had forgotten, Margaret was false (he said), at any rate she was cold, and he courted death. Dead, agonized, killed, she would pity him, would love him once more. A poor revenge to say the best of it. But impotence catches at any straw. He who had believed wholly in the necessity of earthly happiness, he who had always thought fortune must smile upon him, had come to this. Then Lotta came to him, when he was there at his own solitary home near Berlin, and while he was making his few hurried preparations before going to fight. Lotta Senden came to him, with her old love, as tender as of yore, spurned though it had been, and forgotten by him as his had been by another. Lotta came and stood beside bim, with renewed passion in her soul, and trembling for him when the battle should begin. Lotta came and looked into his eyes and sought for the tenderness she could not find. Alas for her ! His soul turned sick within him, and bitterness took hold of him with tenfold streno^th as he thoucrht of the smiles of another so sternly withheld. 90 LAND ahead! He flung himself away roughly, lie shut himself up in his rooms that were so full of artistic and beautiful objects, he felt a sort of delirium as he thought how powerless they all were to give him happiness ; they were not life ; they were mere dressed-out dust ; he longed for death. Presently his eye fell on a great packing-case standing in a corner. He went to it with a sort of dull, instinctive curiosity. It had come from England. It was directed to him, Valentin. The writing on the card was Dudley Vane's. Valentin rang the bell. '' When did this come ? " asked he of the servant. "Some days ago. It is from England, mein herr." " Have it opened," said Valentin, listlessly. He stepped out into the garden, lit a cigar, and paced up and down while it should be opened. A remembrance from Froghambury, a breath from Margaret's home ; the last evidence he would have of her before he died. Just now he hugged the idea to his heart that he would die. He longed for rest ; he longed to end this existence that had no happiness in it at all. LAND ahead! 91 The night was far adA^anced when he came in again. There facing hini stood the old cabinet that he had admired so much. Dudley had been true to his promise and had sent it. How pathetically it struck Valentin, uprooted thus from its old home, standing here in the beauty of its work- manship a monument of the faded past. It broucrht a flood of recollections back to him. The bright garden at Froghambury and the sleeping lake below ; the day when he had sung to Margaret, his introduction to her boudoir, and the picture of the two happy children ; above all, Margaret standing there with the great dog beside her. It was an idyll in itself. Then the visit to the death- chamber, and the weird shadows flittino: to and fro. The memorv of the old man, the faded arm-chair, the tester- bed, and the curious, beautiful cabinet. It seems now to be talking to him, to be telling Valentin the story. Once more he pictures them again to himself — Margaret and Dudley ; their home -life, their wealth, the happiness of possession, her aspir- ations, her ideals, her efforts after continual progress ; then the play-night, her beauty, her success ; then again, going back a few days, the 92 LAND ahead! kiss Dudley liad given tier as they stood at the window. It was all true. It was no dream. Here was the old cabinet in proof of it. And yet once she had let him think she loved him. Mechanically he began to study the old cabinet ; a little bit of workmanship here, an inlaid piece of ivory there ; here a coloured marble, and there a grotesque carving. Mechanically he pulled out the drawers, lingeringly his hand rested on the little nooks and crevices. Margaret had the fellow to it. Did she too open the many little hiding-places often ? did she too put her little treasures within ? and did she ever inspect it curiously, and imagine the workman's story as she studied ? Had she ever woven the web of fancy as now he was fain to do ? Had she time in her happy life? Suddenly, unconsciously, without warning or thought, he touched a spring, and out flew a hidden drawer. He started back astonished, then half smiled at the workman's whim. A curious little secret drawer enough. At the bottom lay a crumpled paper. He took it, wondering. LAND ahead! 93 ^' Had it been any one else, it might be money. But Sir Gilbert was no miser by all accounts." No ; it was not money. But it was something that sent the blood up into Valentin's cheek, and then left it blanched and white. It was Sir Gilbert's last will. " If Dudley marry Margaret he is disinherited." And there below were the signatures — Walpole Mortimer and John Douglas. "Why had they not spoken ? Why had the power of speech come to him, Valentin ? He read it over and over. He could not believe it ; he could not understand it. And then it all flashed upon him. They were in his power. A moment ago he had sighed for revenge. Here it was ; perfect, complete. Destruction of this envied happiness, as swift, as certain as he could wish. If Margaret had married Dudley for his wealth — well, if she had loved him for his wealth, now Valentin would strip him of it. A moment ago he had longed for death. ;^Q^ — oh no ; now how dearly he prized his life, that he might keep it, that only he might live till he could go and confront them and r Ko ; the thought was given no form, no shape. 94 LAND ahead! He did not know what lie would do ; only " he knew he had them in his power, and he must keep his life to use that power. Suppose he were to die before he could get back to England ; suppose they should not know ; suppose he could not face her with his triumph. No writing would do ; he must see, must enjoy The love of life beat high in his heart once more. Still dreaming of his triumph when the pale dawn stole in, chafing against his fetters that bound him to Germany for the moment, longing to fight and to conquer, but longing for that other sweeter revenge too ; thus influenced, he set forth for the war. Close to his heart was the old man's will, sewn in safe. If he died, it might die too, be lost, blood-stained, or pierced with a bullet or a sword- thrust; he cared not. But if he lived, it also should come to life. It was his own personal triumph that he wanted. Margaret should sue to him for mercy. What a merry departure it was ; rather like a wedding march than going forth to die ; bands playing, flags flying, drums beating, bright uniforms gleaming in the sun, and crowds cheering the soldiers as they passed. LAND ahead! 95 What enthusiasm greeted them everywhere throughout Germany. From the far east to the Rhine itself was one gtiy festival. No window but had a glad farewell, no door but showed a smiling face, no house-top hardly but had a handkerchief wavinsr from it. The heart of the people w'as bursting w^ith the war. Who could but admire and feel proud of the strength put forth so eagerly at last ? Valentin's regiment formed part of the Crown Prince's army ; they met near Landau. On the 2nd of August the first shot of the war was fired, and the fierce love of fighting sprang mightily to life in the hearts of the soldiers as they stood face to face once more with death. Is it for us to follow the ghastly tragedy ? Can we lightly call to mind the gay insouciance of the French people, the glorious uprising of the Germans ? Is it for us to mark the gory path of war ? Have not our feelings but too lately been harrowed passionately by the frightful accounts of other fights ? has not Europe had its notice turned too loathsomely on human quarrels ? have not we heard too much of human sufi'ering ? has not the fierce passion of humanity and its bestial cruelty made us hate the tale too deeply ? We would be spared. 96 LAND ahead! Let us mark for a moment the gay crowds in the Boulevards of Paris, and the mad enthusiasts who called so ignorantly, " A has la Prusse/' ''A has Bismarck," ^^ Yive la guerre," and " A Berlin," " A Berlin ; " nay, let us turn for a second to the other side and call to mind this same Berlin in festival. The crowds cheering and sinsino* the national anthem. "Unter den Linden " illuminated, and the flags flying broadly overhead ; the King coming forward to the windows of the palace and repeatedly saluting and thanking the heaving crowd. For a moment let us call to mind that gay prologue, but for the rest let us draw a veil. Is it in the pages of a novel that we dare to play with such ghastly suffering? Are such mighty sins and such mighty sorrows to be used for childish amusement ? We know the result in these later days, we know on whom victory smiled. Let us spare the details, let us not count the cost. Meanwhile what happened to Valentin von Broderode ? He has disappeared in the gleaming ranks of his countrymen. Let us keep him in sight if we can. If he too shared the glory, he shared also the pain. The bitter, agonizing pangs were his, and his too the fierce joy. LAND ahead! 97 On that 3rd of August when the Crown Prince marched to the frontier with his 120,000 men, Valentin's heart throbbed with mingled emotions. He had seen a young comrade, deeming himself unnoticed, kiss a woman's likeness as he buckled on his uniform, and then he put it near his heart. Valentin envied him. No tender love, no soft memories strengthened his soul ; a bitter, blind rage smouldered in his breast. The instru- ment of destruction aofainst her he had loved was resting on his heart. He was something of a fatalist. If he lived, it was that he should be the instrument of the Vanes' ruin ; if he died, well, it was nothing to him. He was one of the 40,000 men who appeared suddenly on the heights above Schweigen, when the French were eating their breakfast. They might rush to arms, they might fight like lions, but what was that against the steady determination of the Germans ? The cannon thundered on, and Weissenburg was doomed. The houses burst out in flames, and the French lay dead and wounded in numbers. France and Europe woke up astonished, and men talked of German decision, of French vacillation. Valentin stumbled across a dead face he knew when the fighting was over : it was the young VOL. III. H 98 LAND ahead! officer he had envied in the morning. He was smiling even in death, and his cold stiff hand grasped the miniature of the woman he had loved. Valentin turned away in haste. Even then he envied him again. He had been loved, and he was at rest. The greatest joy for which Valentin dared to hope was revenge. The contrast was bitter. Was there any one he loved to pray for him ? Was there any to long for his safety ? Surely if Margaret could but know his thought, his medi- tated revenge, she must, on the contrary, wish for his death. Bitter hatred seemed to actuate him which ever way he turned . Slaughter and destruc- tion and ruin and misery seemed the only work he had to do. Destruction and ruin against Dudley, whose life he had once saved so gladly ; misery to Margaret for spurning his love ; death to the innocent thousands who had come so gaily and so ignorantly to the fight. How grim the out- look beside the bright picture of life which had pleased his boyish fancy ; how thickly the shadows had fallen, obscuring the visions he had believed so implicitly. Life had seemed to him as a merry dance, danced now to one air, now to LAND AHEAD ! / 99 another, as the fancy willed ; stepping from one pleasure to another, with Margaret by his side ; and now death and sorrow and suffering glared upon him which ever way he turned. But what time was there for these thouo-hts ? . o The Trench were burning to revenge Weissen- burg, and MacMahon had hurried on to arrest the advance of the enemy. There on the heights the Crown Prince found him, and next day at seven in the morninor the battle beo^an. Nestling in a beautiful valley, that is sheltered on both sides by high ridges of ground, lies Worth. Since that August morning the name of that quiet little town bears with it a tale of terrible significance. Its smiling pasture-lands seem in vain to try to veil past horrors. Thick woods clothe the sides of the hills ; behind the French army a strip of forest seems to offer cover against the enemy. Below, winding on, till it runs rio^ht throuo;h the centre of the villao;e, flows the little river Bruder — a silver thread, smiling unconcernedly in the sunshine, while hatred rages on either side. Down the hill-side winds towards it the white high road, and here, stretching far to right and left, have the Germans taken up their position. Here were the spiked helmets dazzlingly bright in the sun, and here the needle- H 2 100 LAND ahead! guns were collected in cart-loads under the trees. Helpless Worth looked from one side to the other, and throuo^h it and around it and over it the battle raged. Who of those who witnessed the fierce struggle that began when MacMahon threw himself on the 5 th Prussian corps can ever forget it ? They fought, those two armies, for two hours as if the fate of the world depended on their prowess that day. Then came the since-famous 11th Prussian corps, and the French fell back on the defensive once more. Still their resistance was, as the Crown Prince said, most " obstinate and intense." By three o'clock the French line was broken, and the army was in disorder. Then came, as a forlorn hope, as a last straw to which the French clung, the splendid but mad charge of the gallant cuirassiers, borrowed from Marshal Canrobert's troop. A grand, a glorious advance it was ; a blaze of splendour and glory. Grand they were in their beauty, grand too in their destruction. One moment, men looked and saw the pride and exultation of life ; the next, horses and men were rolling together by hundreds in the dust, and the awful horror of death blanched the spectators' faces. It was a stupendous act of self-destruction which held thought and speech alike spell-bound. LAND ahead! 101 Our Balaclava charge had taught nothing, and this was even more harmless. The magnitude of the folly shows the magnitude of the defeat and the sore need that urged it. And so another glorious day ended for Germany. But it was no miracle ; indeed its chief glory con- sisted in that it was a triumph of long and patient preparation, as well as a triumph of brilliant courage and hard fighting. They had beaten a great army of brave soldiers, they had out-fought the bravest fip^htinor, but above all the Crown Prince had out-generalled the ablest French generals. What had patriotism, — albeit deep and earnest and devoted as was that of the German troops, — but what had even their patriotism been without a perfect knowledge of military tactics and a deadly handling of the means at the general's disposal ? The despairing and reckless courage of the French was as nothing against the intelligence, dauntless spirit, and discipline of their enemy. Not that the Germans were not slaughtered too. Valentin expected every moment to be his last, as his comrades were mown down on all sides of him, and the bullets whizzed round his head. But his soul was on fire ; his only instinct was to advance, his only impulse was to fight. Life was forgotten ; death was nothing. 102 LAND AHEAD ! Afterwards, when it was all over, both were present enough ; the realities of both were amply vivid. The black Turcos and the. wide-trousered Zouaves lay thickly on the ground ; the dead cuirassiers lay strew^n in ghastly profusion. And on, westward through the wood, went the fearful traces of the fight; men lying as though asleep in the shade, stretched there stiff in the grim arms of death ; pools of blood where the wounded had fallen ; and dead horses innumerable. The knapsacks, the baggage scattered here and there in the terrible haste, the rifles thrown away; what a tale was told that day ! Well might the Germans be proud, well might the wounded lift their pale faces and strive to let the Crown Prince hear their weak voices cheering him as he passed ; w^ell might Valentin's heart burst with pride for his countrymen ar^ cry that the Fatherland was safe. Well might he glory in what he had done, in the valour he had shown and shared ; well misfht he wonder at the charmed life which seemed to bear him safely still ; and well might he wonder what Eno^lish friends and English hearts would think of the great victory won that day. And so the terrible war went on. The great armies spread over the land. But how unlike this other fearful war of which LAND ahead! 103 we have read so lately ; how our blood runs cold as the pictures of misery and useless human cruelty are pourtrayed before us. In this war of '70-' 71 it was, between the fighting, more like the march of a huge triumphal procession than anything else. The girls stood smiling at the cottage doors as they watched the soldiers pass, the wives hastened to bring provisions for which they were duly paid, and the men looked wonder- ingly at the vast legions still coming, and ever coming still. Their memories flew back to former battles, to former wars, and they wondered as they felt the power and the calm confidence of these quiet Germans. And so, once more, the war went on. For- bach, Metz ; why dwell on the bloody landmarks ? Valentin soon gained distinction and won the Prince's favour. His courage, his quickness were of no ordinary type. He had a smile, a ready hand to help all who came. His comrades and the men under his command soon learned to love and trust him. The Prince put him on his Staff. How brilliant a company it was. Many Ger- man princes were there. The Duke of Saxe- Coburg Gotha, the Prince of Mecklenburg, the Hohenzollern, and many others of high position rode forth with the brave Eed Prince. Here, if 104 LAND ahead! possible, Valentin found the activity more in- cessant than ever. England became dim in his mind, Froghambury a mere speck. Only Mar- garet's face haunted him. Above the din of battle he seemed to hear her voice sometimes, and her tender, reproachful eyes seemed to be follovdng him. Then he would feel for the will ; and, tormented with doubt and indecision, now demoralized by the scenes he had to pass through, he would vow to use it against these former friends ; now softened by some sight of individual suffering, he would' doom it to destruction and swear to hold his peace. But still he never did destroy it ; he kept it, treasuring it passionately. Terrible days followed. Am I to write of Courcelles, of Vionville ? Am I to tell of that famous light cavalry charge of the Prussians on the 16th, alike superior to ours at Balaclava and to that of the French at Worth, in that it was made with a chance of success ? Am I to dwell on heroic feats which make our hearts throb wildly and mantle our cheeks with pride ? The Prussians were resolved to conquer or to die. It was no love of excitement, no passing thirst for fleeting glory ; it was the stern determination of a long-smouldering pent-up passion which nerved their souls to the fidit. LAND ahead! 105 Meanwhile the Goddess of War smiled on Valentin. He was to be one of the conquering host. No dull inaction was to let his sword rust ; his eye was not to weary with the absence of the foe. He was to be led forth amonof those of whom men said later, " They came to make the victory complete ! " It was the 17th. That nig-ht wild music rang; out. Trumpet answered to trumpet for miles around, and the drums spoke in their deep, rumblino^ bass. It was the sio^nal for the Borodino of the campaign. Gravelotte was beginning. There, on a height, watching, stood the great representative men of Prussia. The soldier-king, with his steady gaze, but somewhat plaintive face, as though he hated seeing his children slaughtered ; General von Moltke, restless as ever ; Prince Adalbert, Prince Frederick Charles, Prince Charles, and, towering above the rest. Count Bismarck. A grander battle-field could not be seen. The roar of the cannon was awful in its endless, ceaseless, deadly boom. The fighting of the French was desperate but unavailing ; they were out- numbered. The Prussians came ever steadily marching onward, even up that terrible ravine, ever onward they came. The French stood and 106 LAND ahead! died. The Prussians moved on and died too. They were mowed down as they advanced, but they advanced steadily all the same. For hours, nay, for ages, the ghastly advance continued ; it left a black line behind it ; that black line was the dead who were left at rest for evermore. So the battle waxed and waned. Then, late in the afternoon, when the foes were slackening fire, and when the strongest arm required rest, then another vast army came. It was from the Crown Prince's host. It was like some legend of mythical warfare. It was like the Homeric tales where the gods helped men and fought their battles for them. It came from some mysterious region, brought by some mysterious foreknowledge and power. It seemed a vast legion, — -implacable, irresistible ; victorious merely by its awful presence. It conquered as it came. Its coming was the final blow. The hearts of the French sank ; the foe was hydra-headed ; the fight was unequal, impossible. Valentin was there. He was one of that con- quering company ; he was one of that victorious band. He advanced merrily, gaily, as a boy might, rejoicing in his strength, in his leader; glorying in the chance of battle. He advanced LAND AHK\d! 107 burning with fierce passion as he joined the fight; his blood boiled as he rode proudly on. He thanked Fate for sending him there, and then — whizz ! — what was this ? was this death ? — he felt a sharp, terrible pain at his side, he saw the sun- light overhead, mad cries of agony resounded in his ears, sobs of pain struck on his soul, and he knew no more. But the day was won. What mattered a hero more or less? The stars shone do\vTL on the white, upturned faces, and on the shrinking, agonized limbs. What mattered the wailing voices, the broken hearts ? What mattered it that the flower of the Prussian nobility was spent that day ? The battle was won. CHAPTER VII. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done, — King John, Act iv. Sc. 2. Let men take heed of their company. Second Part of Henry IV., Act v, Sc. 1. Meanwhile these same six weeks that had been pregnant with such deep meaning, and with such startling events for Valentin and for the world, had worn away their weary length for Margaret at Froghambury Park. Six weeks ! say rather six centuries, six ages ! To live there in dull inaction, helpless, still, stagnant ; to wait for news in miserable suspense, to get the news and still do nothing, to know the Fatherland was suffering, was in danger, to know help was needed, to know too that Valentin was in peril, and still to stand by and do nothing — it was terrible. Was that life ? was that duty ? was that what human submissiveness and wifely obedience meant ? Daily, hourly she pictured Valentin to herself, LAND ahead! 109 in the smoke, amid the cannon and the shells, amidst the gleaming swords, and among the dying and the dead ; daily, hourly she thought of her countrymen whom she had known, or of whom she had heard her father speak ; daily she dreamed of the smiling pasture-lands, the peace- ful valleys she had known, deluged with human blood, devastated by the cruel hand of war. Was it wonderful that her spirit chafed within her, and that the calm of Froghambury Park seemed but a treacherous peace, and its pleasure but hollow mockery ? Dudley's want of interest made it worse. The news from the battle-fields scarce interfered with his breakfast, and that his pipe should draw easily was matter of far more moment to him than whether Germans or French were victorious. He even laughed at Margaret for caring so much, and wondered that she cared not for croquet or for any of such things while any more news was still to be had. He said she was changing, that she was getting dull and stupid, that she only cared to have Fritz at her feet and a paper in her hand ; and then suddenly it flashed upon him why it all was. *' You are thinking; of that fellow 1 " " What fellow ? " asked she, contemptuously.. 110 LAND ahead! "Valentin." She laughed ; she knew it was not so. • **It is the whole war that is so dreadful, Dudley. Why cannot you see it too ? Valentin is but one in the whole country's cause. Yet — you too must think of him ? " " Oh yes ; of course I do. But a soldier must fight." After that he was always talking of Valentin. Every day he asked if there were any tidings of him. And she began — it was natural enough— again in her own mind to contrast the two. It was the old, old fatal line of thought once more. Here was Dudley, safe and likely to live for ever — and there was Valentin, clever, brilliant, accomplished, tender, perhaps already a mass of mutilated flesh. Valentin, with understanding quick to comprehend and enjoy everything, far away — suffering perhaps, uncared for certainly ; and Dudley, dull, heavy, awake to no interests except continued discontent at home, and the fascinating company of the terriers and of Bill Ealing out of doors. Fritz understood it. Fritz sav/ it all, or he seemed to ; and made up by love for lack of LAND ahead! Ill intelligence, whicli Dudley did not do. Fritz seemed to be the dearest possession Margaret had just then. Those days were terrible. Lorraine was away ; Margaret had no friend, no sympathy. Froghambury began to seem to be a prison. Not that she was not free enough, for Dudley was seldom in need of her company, but the silence, the lack of life were sadly oppressive. It was impossible for her to banish the silence with music, it was impossible even to absorb herself in her painting, her heart was too full of Germany and its woes. If she said she wanted company, Dudley proposed his mother or his sister. And then it was hardly company that she did want. She wanted sympathy or else work. Therefore her neighbours too were useless to her. It was a miserable time of terrible suspense that almost drove her mad ; and she would sit for hours silently thinking, with no companion at aU but her faithful dog Fritz. Dudley said he hated the great, useless fool. In truth Dudley Vane was getting strangely irritable. Amusements and sport he never had understood, nor, owing to his physical weakness, 112 LAND ahead! had lie ever been able to share in them with any amount of credit, but now daily he became more idle, more fidgetty, more unreasonable. He disliked strangers. He even began to say the Chesters were unbearable. Maro^aret wondered if it was the heat that made him so irritable. She learnt to answer him gently ; but life's lesson was becoming a very difficult one to her. The grandeur and beauty of Froghambury seemed to her in these days an insult ; it all seemed a mockery of happiness ; the old pictures seemed to laugh at her, the Cupids in the cornices blowing kisses from the ceilings all seemed to enjoy the joke, the stately old servants seemed to be spies, and the fancied enjoyment of possession seemed but to be part of the grand delusion. For appearances she had sold her soul. How bitter the conflict, how wearisome the daily, hourly contest. Every way that she turned she thought she saw failure stamped on her work ; everything that confronted her seemed to be saying "You will fail " before she touched it. And she had thought she must succeed ; she had thought progress was certain ; she had LA.ND ahead! 113 tliouglit life must be so easy, if you only went straio^ht on, and did what was rigrht. She had not counted on possible checks ; she had not dreamed of all these difficulties. The real work was so different from the ideal life. She had thought it would have been so easy to bring Dudley into her life, to make him love the things she did, and rouse his soul to ardour for the things that made life beautiful. But no, he was out in the cold still ; out, vanishing away into the dim distance farther every day ; only her faithful dog seemed to have followed her inside the gate. Was the love of that dumb beast all she would ever really have to triumph in ? While these two beings were journeying away from each other, another charming personage had learnt to engross the ear of the heir of all the Vanes. Bill Ealing, a red-faced, red-nosed, one-eyed individual of doubtful origin, and following the profession of a farmer, was playing the ** Damon " to Dudley s " Pythias." The friendship began with lengthy conversa- tions over the merits of the terriers ; it continued through many days of exciting and glorious rat- hunts ; it deepened over the purchase of a horse, VOL. III. I 114 LAND ahead! in which transaction Dudley was the victim ; it became eternal during evening talks in Bill's parlour over Bill's ale. Margaret gave but little thought to it, for it was beyond her comprehension. She fancied that Dudley was always giving him orders ; that Dudley could ever converse with him, or could ever feel the slightest pleasure in Bill's coarse flattery never entered within her philosophy. And yet Bill Ealing was a man ; a man in so far that he owned a man's cunning, and a mean personal pride, which made him resent as a personal insult the calm indifference with which Margaret treated him, or the cold stare of absolute ignorance with which she passed him in the road or in the village street. How little she knew of the volcano smouldering in that little heart ; how far she was from realizing the vengeance vowed aorainst her in that narrow mind. Bill Ealin or loved money, he loved beer ; but he loved also to be honoured by Dudley's companionship for the sake of the reflected glory it gave him in the eyes of those below or around him ; it flattered his spirit to find that his company was agreeable to young Vane ; he discovered that his wit must be sharp indeed, and his jokes of the choicest, since they gave Dudley such undisguised pleasure, and i LAND ahead! 115 that lie laughed at them so heartily. But there was always the thorn that vexed him ; handsome Lady Vane would not notice him. The manners that seemed so pleasing to her husband could not win a look or a smile from her. His heart seethed and bubbled within him as he thought over the studied insults she inflicted. Dudley's civilities, even Dudley's money, thrown into his hand too trustfully and too carelessly for worthless animals on his false representations, even this did not compensate for the wrong Lady Vane did him. Was he not her husband's honoured friend and trusted companion ? but yet what good did it do him when, in answer to his salutation in the village street, she took no notice at all, and Bill Ealing would turn to see the ill-repressed titter of the women standing by, or the pleased smile of the labourers, who hated him for his low wages, his tyrannous, grinding oppression, and his mean cupidity ? Was it not bitter 1 was it not humiliating ? Once even he had spoken to Dudley about it, asking him how he had ofi'ended " his lady," as he called Margaret ; but Dudley had only laughed, he could not understand Bill's feelings, and he had made his anger worse by saying she probably did not see him. I 2 116 LAND ahead! *'Not see liim! not know of liis existence! Was any mortal man to stand such pride ? " One day Margaret drove her pony carriage through Froghambury village with Fritz following her, when Bill Ealing was sitting drinking, as was his wont, at the window of " The Blue Boar " Inn. His ill-conditioned, pugnacious bull- terrier was sitting on the window-sill, enjoying the scenery of the village street, with his master. Margaret was bound on a visit to a cottage opposite, and giving the reins to the groom, she got out of the carriage, leaving Fritz standing at the cottage door, looking up wistfully into her face as she signed to him to stay outside. Fritz was used to go everywhere with her. He looked reproachful and hurt. ''No, my dear old fellow; your feet are too dirty. You must wait outside." She stooped to pat him as she spoke. Bill Ealino; heard the words, for the window was open. He looked on, the very picture of envy, hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness. Out ran a child, — colour, smiles, happiness, human love. " Fitz I Fitz ! " said the chubby angel, and straightway put its fat arms round the great dog's neck. LAND ahead! 117 Fritz suffered the embra,ce with smiling dignity, and looked down on his admirer with gentle long- sufferinor. " You dear old dog ! " said Lady Vane ; and she kissed him as she gently led the child away. The door shut in his face, there was nothing left for Fritz but to make the best of it, and seek his own interests and amusement. Wandering to and fro after the carriage up and down the village street, he soon found a bone, and sat down to enjoy it to his heart's content. His undisguised comfort was too glaring a con- trast to Bill Ealing's frame of mind, and, scarcely thinking of what he did, he pointed out this Dives to his own plebeian Lazarus. With one bound the dog sprang from the window and confronted Fritz — tail erect, eyes glaring. Poor peaceable Fritz arose. His bone was wanted ; this vulgar specimen of a canine bully dared to enter the lists against him. Fritz despised him from his heart, but his honour must be kept stainless. Fritz must fight. It was soon done. A little snarling, a deep growl, a roll in the dust, Fritz standing over his tormentor, a gesture of ineffable disdain, and the cur getting up, with a torn side and bleeding 118 LAND ahead! throat, then running away, howling and discom- fited, to his no less discomfited master. Fritz finished his bone, cleared up the pieces, then looked about for his mistress ; but neither carriage or mistress were to be seen, so, taking one more look down the street, he made up his mind she must have gone home, and he set off as quickly as he could to follow her. Meanwhile what words will explain the varied feelings to which Bill Ealing now fell a victim ! Inflamed by drink and by rage, mad at the treatment to which his dog had been subjected, thouofh at his own instis^ation, he arose, feelino[ the world too small to contain him and his wrath. Mighty, though apparently conquered, burning for revenge, not only for this outrage, but for all Margaret's past insults, now magnified in his excited mind ten thousand times, he strode into the street, pointing at his bleeding dog, and struggling in vain for words. Luck favoured him. Dudley Vane turned the corner, strolling lazily along, and looking for Bill Ealing or for any excitement that might present itself His presence only added fuel to the flame. Pathetically pointing to his injured cur. Bill poured forth a torrent of strong language, plenti- LAND ahead! 119 fully seasoned witli oaths, into Dudley's astonished ear. A crowd gathered, and Dudley began to be frightened. Visions of the County Court, of a heavy fine, of all sorts of mysterious punishments began to float before his bewildered brain. " The dog is dangerous, the dog is mad. My own dog is going mad, you see, from having been bitten. My dog will die ; my poor harmless dog, that never hurt a living thing. I won't stand it, sir ; 1 tell you I won't ! do you think any man will What do you take me for, sir ? A great mad brute like that ! it will bite us all. It is not safe. Every one in the parish is afraid of it." His blasphemy was frightful. Dudley drew him into *'The Blue Boar," and " stood " him a glass of spirits, while they thought it over. Then he called for a glass for himself. And all the while Bill went on, getting hotter and redder, and his eyes glaring more fiercely every moment. ''The great brute is mad; we are not safe a moment. I shall have you up, sir, if, you don't kill him. You must kill him." 120 LAND ahead! *' Kill him ! " murmured Dudley. After all he was but a dog, just like a rat or a rabbit, or anything else, meant to be killed if it so pleased him. '* Kill him ! you think he's mad ? " " Sure of it, sir," said Bill with alacrity, half sobered as he saw how quickly his words were taking effect. "After all," thought Dudley, "that would be the easiest way out of the difficulty. It would never do to offend Bill. He was so useful to him. He really amused him, too, and here at Froghambury he was the only friend he had within easy reach. Moreover, the dog was a bore. Margaret was always talking to him, and he was for ever following her wherever she went. Besides, it was very hot ; probably the dog was mad. He must be killed." " Come along then," said he. Bill achieved something more like a smile than he had done for years. They emptied their glasses and walked up to Froghambury, Bill not forgetting to dwell on the injury that had been done him by the way. It was hot and sultry. The sun blazed away pitilessly. LAND ahead! 121 " Hold your row," said Dudley, as they reached the house, " or I shall go mad myself." Fritz came out of his kennel as they passed through the yard, stretching himself, and he was^ored his tail as he OTeeted his master. "Don't touch him, whatever you do," cried Bill, loudly. " He's dangerous." Dudley stood for half a moment looking from the dos: to Bill Ealingr. After all, he could not think the doof was mad. But he w^ould like to do something vicious, cruel ; he was bored. He was tired of the doo:, and then Maroraret was such a fool about him. " You wait here," said he to Ealing. The door and the man stood lookino^ at each other. The dog yawned. Ealing was not interesting. Eritz walked to the shade, stretched himself out, and went to sleep. Presently Dudley came back. He had a gun in his hand. '' Fritz ! Fritz ! " said he. Fritz started to his feet and bounded towards him. Dudley put up his hand when the dog was about ten yards off and stopped him. Fritz looked at him wistfully. What did his master mean ? 122 LAND ahead! This : whizz through the air. Bang ! It was Death that he meant. The faithful eyes shone no more, the faithful limbs that had striven so often and so gallantly in his service quivered for awhile, till they stiffened themselves after the death agony, and then the noble, true heart was still. Has not man dominion over every living thing on the earth ? How nobly he uses the God-given privilege ! Vane and Ealing looked at each other. Then Dudley laughed brutally. " I did not know I was such a good shot," said he. " It was big game," said Ealiug. '' Good-day," said Dudley, as he turned on his heel. ^' Good-day, sir," said the other. Ealing stopped a moment looking at the remains of the dog, " It was a waste. But it serves her right." CHAPTEH VIII. And nought forbids tiiy looking up at last For some stray comfort in his cautious brow. ^ When lo ! I learn that, spite of all, there lurks Some innate and inexplicable germ Of failure in my scheme. — Paracelsus. It was late when Margaret came back from her visits to tlie cottages, and when slie did so she came fully expecting to be welcomed by Fritz in the yard. When he was tired of waiting he often went home before her. But there was no sign or sound that spoke of him ; no glad bark of welcome, no rough manifestation of the usual burst of wild joy. The great kennel stood there empty, and the silence had something strange and unaccustomed about it. There was a pool of blood in the middle of the yard. Margaret shuddered involuntarily, then turned half-smiling to the grooms who were standing at the stable-door, and asked — 124 LAND AHEAD ! " Where is my dog ? " Their faces, so strangely grave, suggested something was wrong ; and her voice sounded unnecessarily sharp as she put the question. That Fritz had fought another dog she knew, and that the other dog belonged to Bill Ealing, and that he had defeated him, that also she knew. Had not her groom told her the fact with glee, and had not she herself regretted that the vanquished dog should belong to such an obnoxious member of society as Mr. Ealing as much as the lad had rejoiced that the petty tyrant and hard master should have been made to suffer by such an irresponsible member of society as Fritz ? *' Where is my dog ? " asked she again, looking from one to the other of the silent grooms stand- ing there, and letting her eye fall again on to the pool of blood by the carriage. Then the coachman, who had been there since Sir Gilbert's boyhood, and who had grown grey in the service of these hot-tempered Vanes, came out to her. " He is not here, my lady." " Where is he ? " '' Oh, he is put out of the way." " Put out of the way ? Shut up ! Where ? " LAND AHEAD ! 125 Her face expressed her indignation. " He is killed," said the man, driven into a corner at last. She looked from his face to the others, and read the confirmation of the news but too truly. Then the red pool caught her glance once more. They were all looking at her face. *' Who did it ? " asked she, at last. " Sir Dudley." " I understand," said she. But she did not. She got out of the carriage slowiy, and walked away towards the house, looking on the ground, with a certain languor in her steps as though she could not direct them. In the hall she heard a man's step, and as she came in sight it stopped. Instinctively she knew it was her husband's, and that the sense of the wrong he had done her made him afraid of facing her. His cowardliness made her despise him more. She was mad at the moment with pain and disappointment. She tried not to face him either. She stood for a moment irresolute, with her eyes to the ground. Then she stepped aside to let him pass. She felt that she could not see him. But he came nearer. 126 LAND ahead! i 1 " Oh, so you have found it out, have you, old ; gal ? Who told you ? " ; " I hate you with my whole soul," said she, in ; a low, concentrated voice. " Let me pass." ; He stood looking after her. He had never I seen her like that before. He had not known that Margaret could be, could feel, could look | like that. \ What had he done ? He regretted it deeply \ enough now. ; No ; indeed he did not know what he had ' done ; he had never really understood Maro^aret. i Dudley had become her duty in life, and she had | carried out that duty as far and as inviolably as ' it was possible for her conscientious nature to do. | Nay, believing she should be grateful, she had i tauo^ht herself to love him. But love taught is. ! never the same as love involuntary. Dudley, '' however, had never discovered the difference. He ; was not penetrating. Now, perhaps, he would ! learn it. He had never understood what i • Margaret's life had been, how really solitary, and \ how she had existed without real congenial | companionship, and how she had taught herself ; to live without sympathy and the energy which \ sympathy gives, for the sake of duty. For duty put Dudley, and the sacrifice is complete. i LAND ahead! 127 But Dudley had not understood it. Probably he never would understand it. Margaret had married Dudley in obedience to her mother. In sacrificing herself, in marrying him, she thought she had wronged him. To make up for this wrong, to prevent him from discovering it, had been her one aim, to give him happiness had been her dearest hope. To teach herself to love him, to keep his love, had been her effort, her hope, her dream. Now suddenly, on this September day, it was all dissipated, it was all over. His cruelty opened her eyes. He did not love her, and she hated him. Duty was an impossibility, all effort was vain. Truth is eternal. And to struggle against it is only to show the futility of human endeavour. We are but birds beating against the bars of our cage. All at once we strike ourselves harder than before, we fall exhausted, and struggle no more. " It was no use,^' she thought; "she would give up. At all events there was one comfort in it — Dudley knew now that she hated him ; there was no need now to consider appearances any more. What a margin and what breathing-room it gave her." But for awhile she was really mad. Nobody understood it, or is the conflict of mingled 128 LAND ahead! feelings to be at all easily explained. She was really mad. So disappointed, so hurt, so shocked by the sudden awakening to Dudley's real nature and to her own impotence over it, to her little influence over him and his happiness, so lost and so bewildered without Fritz that she really did not know what she did. All the rest of that day she shut herself up in her room, and no one was suffered to approach her. They heard her sobbing sometimes, and then would come a long silence, and then she would walk up and down ; and the maid and the old housekeeper, waiting outside, began to cry too from sheer sympathy. About the middle of the night she felt cold, and she lit the fire, then she sat herself down in front of it. But she could not really be still. Her brain was in a whirl. She could not be still. She would walk up and down, and then come back again and stare into the fire. Suddenly she thought she heard Fritz bark in the yard, and she flew to the door and opened it. The maids scurried away, frightened at being discovered. " Was not that Fritz's voice? " They shook their heads. It had only been her imagination. LAND AHEAD ! 129 She turned away and shut the door again. And the next day was just the same. She did not stir from her rooms, hardly from the fire. She sat crouched there. She might have been mad. They brought her tea and everything they could think of ; and they told her she would be ill. But she only- said — "What matter? " And then they said she would die. But she only answered — " What does it matter ? It would have been better to die." They could not understand. They only had seen a great big brown dog, with great true faithful eyes, who had loved her and had gone everywhere with her, and now he was dead. But he was but a dog ; and they could not understand. And then Dudley sent to know if she would see him. She did not look up from the fire, and presently she said — " No ; I hate him so, I had better not." He sent back to say he was going away ; he thought that she was only angry, out of temper ; he thought it would touch her. "Yes," said she, catching at it. " And tell him to stay away. It will be better so." VOD. III. K 130 LAND ahead! And then he went. And the weary days went on. But she did not come down, or go out, or move away from the fire. She said that was the only place where she did not expect to see Fritz, and yet that even there she did see hira some- times. So they told her she would go mad if she went on so ; if she did not go out and see the flowers, and the sunlight, and the clouds, and the people, and the horses. " You don't mean to say the sun shines, do you ? It would not dare, would it ? " and then she turned away sorrowfully. " Ah well ! it does shine, I suppose. But all different ; it cannot be, nothing can be the same:" As for the horses, the park, and the people, the very mention of them made her shudder. They were all so mixed up with Fritz, she could not bear the thought of them. " I will never ride again, or go out again, or see anything alive again," said she. '' There is no life, no beauty, no joy ; Dudley has destroyed all." In truth she was shipwrecked. She felt as if all hope, all aim had left her ; as if aU effort had henceforth left her, because all had proved useless. Fritz had been the one friend, the one expression of laughter and of innocent joy, of poetry, of LAND ahead! 131 imagination ; Fritz had been ready alike for a joke or for grave consideration, for calm endurance, for tender sympathy ; Fritz had helped her in all her difficulties ; Fritz had been the one idol she had allowed herself. Fritz was taken away, and in the taking all the hope of success in all her efforts, all the kernel of all her endeavours, seemed to have failed too. Life was a riddle to which there was no answer. Fritz had seemed a harmless sympathizer ; she had thought that v/ith him she w^as even triuinph- insr. Now she saw it was all a mistake. There was no such thing as triumph for her at all. Her thought of compassing Dudley's happiness and Dudley's love was all false. Everything was failure. It was hard that she should have learnt the lesson by the loss of Fritz, hard that that blow was needed to show that he hated her. But she learnt it well anyhow^ ; it had that merit. Hence- forward there would be no more mistakes. She would have liked to have had Fritz to comfort her just now, and to help her to bear the learning of the lesson. But it was not to be. She was to bear the ruin of her hopes and the shipwreck of her life all alone. It was almost the first trouble that she had borne without Fritz. K 2 132 LAND AHEAD ! Sometimes slie could not believe he was dead. She would start up in the night, fancying he was there ; she would dream of him, or fancy she heard his voice ; then it would all flash upon her, and she would burst into wild tears. " I wish I or Dudley had died sooner." One day — it might have been a week after — she was sitting as usual with her hands clasped before her, idle and hopeless before the fire, and the twilight was deepening in the room, when wheels suddenly sounded on the gravel outside. She made a gesture of impatience, and half rose, with the intention of locking the door. Dudley had come back evidently. She was to be disturbed then again so soon. '^ Why could he not have stayed longer ? " asked she aloud; "but he will not dare to come." So she did not move. For the present she was safe. A moment more and she heard a man's step up the stairs. " It must be Dudley, and here he was coming in. How da,re he do such a thing ? " She started up, suddenly roused, beautiful in her indignation. The door opened, and on the threshold stood Valentin von Broderode. LAND AHEAD ! 133 So intense was the revulsion of feeling that for a moment she stood speechless. Confused imac^es of the war and all the horrors she had pictured to herself rose before her. Her own little sorrow grew dim. She tried, with a sudden generous impulse, to throw it off, to cret rid of it. She went forward, almost gladly, though with a certain constraint in her manner, as though she had been guilty of some forgetfulness, of some selfishness, towards him. *' They told me you were up here, that you were alone in the house, and I thought I might come up." " I am so crlad," said she. She had some one on her side then at last. Her old friend of days gone by had come back. " Are you alone 1 " asked he, questioning her face. " Yes ; quite." " AVhere is Dudley ? " "Away. I don't know where he is." The question was awkward. It brought back to her the trouble that she was trying to put away. " Won't you come to the fire ? " she asked. "And yoU; Valentin, you are safe? Tell me 134 LAND ahead! about the war, this dreadful war ! How did you come ? How did you get away ? " The distraction from the home-trouble that she could not tell, was a God-send. Public sorrows claim universal sympathy ; private troubles often cannot be told, and must claim no pity. There was a certain constraint in her manner which he noted at once, and yet there was a difference. It was no longer the guarded stand-off manner which had excited his anger so bitterly, it was a growing trust, a piteous gladness, an unspoken entreaty for a sympathy which she had not claimed for years. He had come to her with his heart full of bitterness, of cruelty ; full of revenge towards Dudley for having cheated him of her ; full of anger towards Margaret for having been false to his love. Now he began to doubt once more whether he would use his instrument of vengeance ; he began to consider, as he felt her standing beside him, whether he would not forgive the injuries that had been done him, and consign the will to the fire into which they were both staring, while so many conflicting thoughts coursed through their brains. She too wondered at his abstraction as she listened to him talking. She knew him well enough to know his heart was not in his words. LAND AHEAD 1 135 and slie wondered what was coming. She too was pre-occupied in thinking how she should tell him of her home-trouble, or how she could keep it away from him. But as she listened the dijfficulty faded ; confidence grew. He was telling her about the war, and the fighting ; about the wounds he had received, and how after he had been in the hospital, and after- wards had been nursed at home by Lotta's help, — what memories the name awakened in Margaret's mind ! — how he had applied for leave, and how the doctors had smiled significantly as they gave the required certificate, and how he knew they had hinted he mio:ht as well have what leave he wanted, for he would not be able to fight again. They thought him useless, and henceforth rather a burden to the Fatherland than any good. *' So I came," he added, simply. Marcraret's heart bounded towards him. This was constancy ; this was friendship and truth. This was beautiful. Through all he had remem- bered her ; and now, as soon as he could, he had come back. Then for the first time she saw he was haggard, ill, white, perhaps suffering. Why was his arm in a sling, and what was that scar on his face ? Then too she saw he moved with diffi- culty. She felt alone no longer. Valentin too 136 LAND ahead! suffered ; Valentin had gone through pain. They must both be different ; and they could both be friends. Once more her trouble faded. She seemed to rise above it, to lose self and selfish sorrow, and to be one of a suffering mass of humanity, but yet with the elements of helpful- ness and of triumph within her. ^' And you, Margaret ? " he asked presently. She questioned his face. " Something is wrong," said he. "I saw it directly. What is it ? Is it any trouble ? " " Nothing is wrong," said she. " I have no troubles.'' There was a silence between them. " You are not true," said he at last. " I was wrong to trust you. I might have known it." " Shall I tell you then ? It will sound so small, so insignificant after all you have seen and suffered. Shall I tell you ? " '' You must." Then he sat down, for he was weak, to listen. She stood, leaning on the mantelpiece, looking now into the fire, now into his face. *' It is nothing — nothing at least that any one else could think anything. It was Fritz ; he killed him. My poor old Tritz ; and I could not bear it. That is all." LAND ahead! 137 She was crying. Valentin looked on amazed. He remembered Fritz well enough ; he too had loved the dog. But after all he had seen of death just lately — well, I only mean that it seemed strange that she should suffer so much. But then he had never understood Margaret's life atFroghambury, or did he know what Fritz had been in it. He had thought too that she was perfectly happy, so well had she worn the mask. He had thought she worshipped Dudley ; it was for that faithless- ness of hers that he had brought the will, that he might be revenged. Yet the wanton piece of cruelty roused him even now, and he wondered who could have played her this evil turn. " Who killed Fritz ? " asked he at last, wonder- ing how he could but sympathize with her. " He did. I hate him. Don't speak his name ; I cannot bear it." " Not Dudley ? you don't mean him ? " A smile broke over his face as he put the question. " Yes. Don't speak of him ; I cannot bear it. I have told no one but you. I have seen no one. I do not know yet how to speak of it. No one can understand. It is such a blank, it is all so miserable. I am all alone now. Before, Fritz 138 LAND ahead! was always there, and lie understood every- thing." "All alone now," he stammered. " Yes," she went on, passionately ; *' I always have been alone. You did not know it. Dudley was nothing. He never could be anything. I thought at one time — but it was just a dream, that was all — I thought at one time I might make him something, or that I might be some- thing to him, but it was never true, and this has shown me the falsehood of it." " You have been living a falsehood ; do yoa mean that ? " " Yes ; I did not mean it. I thought I was doing a grand thing ; I thought I was making a grand sacrifice, — it was for my mother, you know, when we were so poor, and Dudley gave her money, — and I thought somehow that if one gave up everything that one wanted, just because it was a giving up, it must be right. But some sacrifices even are all false, and if there is any deception in them they must fail." . -So— so " " Yes. Oh, the life was dreadful. I did not succeed. -Every day I seemed farther away, and failure seemed ever present. The life seemed dreadful, so cold, so solitary. But hoping for LAND AHEAD ! 139 better things was very bad, and keeping up appearances was worse ; that was the worst of all. Now that is all over/' She straightened her- self proudly. " There are no more appearances to keep up. There will be no more deception now. He knows I hate him." " And Fritz ?" asked Valentin, rather frightened, and wishing to be told more than he dared ask. " Yes, that showed me what he was ; how false and idle it had all been." They stood quite silent there, lookiDg at the smoulderinof ashes in the grate. " Would you like to be revenged upon him ? " asked be suddenly, starting up. " I cannot," said she, shaking her head sadly. ^' He has nothino' that he loves ; nothinf^ that he loves half so much as I do Fritz." ** He has Froghambury," murmured he in a low voice. "And then Fritz never does any harm. He barks, and he looks bad because he is so big-; but — ah ! " — she caught the change in his face — " yes ; I know what I am saying. He is dead, they say. Am I going mad, I wonder '? But you do not know what Fritz is — was to me. He was all I had here. And he taught me everything. 140 LAND ahead! He taught me liow to live at Froghambury. He took me out, and he showed me beauty and fun and joyousness everywhere. But for him I should not have gone out, or should I have understood country life or Nature's messages and Nature's gladness at all. I thought I might always love him. Valentin, what shall I do now ? " He was standing beside her. Ill-repressed excitement almost mastered him. He was look- ing into her pleading, helpless, trusting eyes. Just so years ago he had looked into them, but with thoughts how widely different, with con- fidence how far from this. Then they had both trusted the future ; now, alas ! they had learnt to fear it. " You are punished, Margot," said he, at last. She was astonished. Did he see it so ? Had she really ever caused him pain ? had he ever felt anything, any disappointment in any human being as she had felt ? had he too felt ship- wreck ? had he too felt alone ? Unconsciously, in her impotent regret, she drew nearer to him. " And now you hate him ? " asked he. She nodded her head slowly. " And he hates me." " Shall I help you to vengeance ? " , She stared. What did he mean ? LAND AHEAD ! 141 "You don't care about Frogliaml^ury, or for money, or for position do you ? " He stood looking down into her puzzled face. " I hate Froghambury/^ " Would you like to be poor, so long as you had sympathy and happiness and kindness instead " " Sympathy and happiness and kindness," stammered she, catching at the words. "Nay, Margaret, I will tell you," said he, suddenly changing his tone. " You are quite poor; you have nothing. Froghambury is not yours. Nothing is yours. It is all wrong. Look at this." He took the will — crumpled and creased, even blood-stained now — from his pocket, and put it into her hand. Then he studied her face. He expected her to cry, to be angry, to doubt it — he expected her to turn upon him. It was well to talk of sympathy and happiness, it was well to talk of hating Froghambury in the abstract, but a good rent-roll is a source of undeniable comfort, and one does not leave an assured home without a struggle. '* So — it is not ours ? " said she at last. There was a smile even on her face ; the 142 LAND ahead! necessity for action was a relief to her ; it came as a diversion from her misery. " It — may be yours still," said he slowly, watching her. She did not understand his meaning. " If — you — like, that is." " How curious it was never found before. How did you get it ? where " Then he told her how he had found it in the old cabinet ; he told her too how he had kept it with him, always with him, how he had dreamed over it, how he had built castles in the air over it ; and how, — suddenly coming nearer to her and speaking quickly, — how he had seemed to have new life on finding she was at last in his power. " In your power !" she repeated. She looked at him as she listened to his rapid utterance. He was burning with some vivid, masterful thought. It was not the Valentin whom she had known. This was some wild, fierce man who had been in scenes of mad passion, who had become used to and demoralized by horrible days of bloodshed and nights of human suffering and misery. This man standing by her, pouring out words of passionate violence, was one who had strayed far from the youthful promise, from the ideal she had known ; this was one whose LAND AHEAD ! 143 soul had been poisoned by human brutality ; this then was the work of war on a human soul. ^' In your power ! " she had said, with something of astonished contempt in her voice. *' Valentin, you forget," she added, and in the tone there was pity. " Forget what ? " he asked. "Forget yourself, and what you were, or what at least I thought you ; forget too what I am." *' Forget what you are ! never. False, miser- ably false, that is what you are. False to him and me alike. False to him in that you never loved him ; false to me in that you did love me, and — but you could not be true ; it is not in your nature. But see now if it could be so. Can you let me hear the truth once, can you so far be generous, and I will burn this paper. Not a word will I breathe of it. Then Froghambury is still yours ; wealth is still yours, and more than that, the promises we made each other in brighter days mio'ht still have somethinor of truth in them." She started from him and stood like a hunted animal at bay. " Not one friend — not you even? "she murmured. " And I trusted in you. But you know you must show that paper ; you know you cannot hide it." 144 LAND ahead! "No one knows of its existence. No one dreams of its having been in my possession. You have but to say the word, my darling ; it all rests with you. Dudley's future, my happiness, all depends on one word ; is it so difficult ? " The paper was in his hand again now. He held it over the flames. " Valentin," she exclaimed, passionately, " can this be you who are talking to me thus? Is it you, my ideal, my idol if you will, who talk and tempt me thus ? How has it come, my friend ? how have you fallen thus ? Trouble brought me very low ; but you, you are a man. You should be stronger than I." He put the paper in his pocket again. He stood looking at her angrily. '' So we are poor ; we are nothing ; we must work. What will " — she hesitated ; she could not call him Dudley — ' 'he do ? He is so help- less." '' It rests with you," said Valentin. "No ; it does not rest with me,'' said she, quickly. " It is all coming right. I married him for money, and it is all taken away. I am punished. It is better so." ''What will you do ? " He was laughing. " Do ! " She looked at him'hopelessly. " After LAND AHEAD ! 145 all, I am alone. You are my enemy ; that too was false a minute ago, that I had a friend. All human help is false I begin to think, except what I can give to others." " You !" exclaimed he, contemptuously; *' you ! AYhat can you give ? You start aside to the first pleasant haven. To you there is no anchorage." Just then the door of the adjoining chamber opened and shut again. But there was no foot- step, nor did any one come. They forgot it. " To you words are air, like the morning breeze, that comes over the hills and passes away to other ears, and to you promises are like the white clouds that fleck the morning sky of hope — something to deck an idle hour, and that is all." *' And to you ? " asked she. " To me they are life," said he, solemnly. " Do you think, when we talked together in the old false days at Sonnenthal, when we dreamed of heaven, and made a possible heaven here on earth ; when we trusted life, and made our castles in the air of careers and triumphs, do you think it was not real for me ? I believed in it all, and I lived on it all. You did not. The next words of love you heard you thought as good, and smiled as brightly and as falsely in another's face as you had done in mine." VOL. III. 146 LAND AHEAD ! "It was not false/' " What, Margot ! did you care then in those old days ? was it true, the smile I lived on then ? You know I loved you ; you know I love you now. You know what a hell you made of my heaven. Say, did you suffer too ? '' " Valentin, it is useless, all this. It is too late now. You are mistaken. You think you cared, but you were so proud, so trustful, so confident^ and, alas ! so thoughtless too." " Certainly, if you had told me, even you your- self, with your great truthful eyes, in those days that I should go and fight, and be wounded or killed, and you would care more for a poor dead dog, I should not have believed it then. Now — I see." " It is not true, Valentin ; it is not true." " Look here, Margot. Be true to yourself, to us both, now, though so late. I — look, I know, — nay, I dare not say it. But, Margot, listen. I do not believe you, whatever you say. Take the veil away ; tear away the thin disguise. Child, trust me, and be mine, as I am yours." He was on his knees now ; he knew not what he did. As for Margaret, she turned away, hiding her face in her hands. " I remember it all," said he, following her. LAND ahead! 147 "I see it all now. Your life, your sacrifice, your silent suffering, the brave way you have worn the mask before me ; I see it all. Let us have done with it, Margaret." His arm was round her now, his face was close to hers. With an effort she freed herself. " You are mad, Valentin," said she, disgusted. " I believe I did love you once, years ago, just for ever so little time ; but I see now how unworthy you were. You deserved nothing but what you got. I did quite right." " You believe that ? Do you know, if I am bad now, if I have fallen as you say now, do you know whose work it is ? " " It was all a dream that you could be good or great. You are not fit to be any one's ideal. It was all false — all your fine talk ; your promises too meant nothing, and your love was selfish pride. Go, Valentin, go ; do your worst. I have no friend once more. I will see you no more. I will live alone, and work alone." Was he sobered ? did he repent ? " At least you know I love you." " Love me ! Is that love ? I call that hate rather. Do you, you, Valentin, who used to talk so finely, and so wisely too, do you call dishonour love ? Are you a fool, then, as well as a knave ? " L2 148 LAND ahead! " At least forgive me, Queen Daisy." She passed her hand over her eyes. The name sounded such a mockery. The old bright, girlish days seemed so far, so far off. She could not bear it. Was there nothing, not one straw of comfort, or of hope, or of sympathy left ? Was this carefully-reared edifice of friendship also to fail her ? Was this dream of mutual help and sympathy between herself and her husband and Valentin also — only a dream ? She could not help it ; she burst into tears. Standing there, looking on, Valentin came gradually to the waking sense of misery which an evil deed brings to a conscience not yet quite dulled to a sense of right. " Will you forgive me. Queen Daisy ? " " Yes ; oh yes ; I suppose so. But don't call me that ; you have no right now." To her he seemed down in ever so deep a chaos of despair. " There is nothing left in life now," said he. The shades deepened in the room, and she sobbed on uninterruptedly. " I had better go away," said he, getting up at last. " At least I had better go down." ^'How terribly you have failed," said she. LAND ahead! 149 taking her hands away from her face and meeting his eyes. He went away, shutting the door after him. As it closed upon him the other door that led into Margaret's room was gently pushed open, and Dudley Vane stood before her. " I heard all," said he. " I am glad of it." But he had not heard half. '' We are quits now," said he. " Yes ; we are quits," said she. She was thinking of the will, and she pitied him in her heart. CHAPTER IX. Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken ; A torment twice threefold to be thus cross'd. — Sonnets. As for Dudley, he was beside himself with rage. Whether he had acted honourably by listening to the conversation between Valentin and his wife or not he never stopped to think, but he jumped at once to the worst of conclusions, and felt himself an injured, betrayed man. He gave her no loop-hole for escape. In his eyes she was false and guilty. That she had uttered some grand, unintelligible words he knew vaguely, but his own sharp sense told him they were but a thin disguise for her guilty passion. She had, perhaps, heard him come into her room, she must have heard his footstep ; he had entered hastily, carelessly. He had come, anxious to see if she had got over her bad temper about the dog ; there had been no thought of concealment in his mind. She had probably heard him, and she LAND ahead! 151 i 1 had attempted to mislead liim by lier words. ; But he had heard enough. He knew all now. Not only did she hate him irreparably for having killed Fritz, but she always had hated him ; she j had married him for his money, and she loved \ Valentin. There it was in a nutshell, so simple, i so complete, a life plot and a life tragedy. What a fool he had been. He was angry with himself, and with her, and with all the world beside. As for Valentin, he felt mad when he j thought of him. j Valentin loved her, and he had dared tell her j so. She too, so Valentin had said, had always j loved him. Dudley believed it implicitly. That i was the worst of it. The long weeks and months j all came back to his mind ; the sad procession j seemed to choke him as he watched : her solitude, i her self-restraint, her efforts after better things, I her thouo^htless contrast of himself against \ Valentin, her pleasure in music and painting, i her sympathy with Valentin in the old days at I Sonnenthal, her refusal of himself in London, i the first days at Froghambury ; later, her wild excitement about the war ; now her hatred of j himself, which had burst out so uncontrollably i when he killed 'her dog ; her sending for Valentin, I his finding them together there, and she acknow- j 152 LA.ND ahead! ledging lie had been her ideal ; his passionate words, her wild sobs. Ah ! could he kill him, and so end it ? Could he kill him ? Where was he ? Stung to madness by these jealous thoughts he went in search of Von Broderode. Not in the hall, not in the drawing-rooms, not in the gallery. '*The coward has fled," said he, aloud, as he came into his own room at last. No ; there by the window, sitting with his face buried in his hands, and a paper spread on the table before him, sat Valentin. *' At last I find you, coward," said Dudley. Von Broderode started up. Was Vane mad ? What did he know ? Why did he speak thus ? While he had been alone there he had been thinking whether he would not after all destroy the will, and leave the woman he loved just so much happiness ; of course she would never forgive him this day's work ; but if he were to do just this it might be some slight reparation. Whether it would be honourable — well ! but he loved her, and her interests were his ; and then, perhaps, if she saw him burn it before her eyes, and if she just shared the secret with him, was there not sweetness in the thought ? Then, he LAND ahead! 153 wondered, surely she could not love this cruel, intemperate, coarse-minded Vane ; surely the old dream might one day " At last I find you, coward." Valentin started up. A wearied expression of beings tormented crossed his face. Here were new complications. *' Coward ! " he repeated, haughtily. " Yes ; I repeat it. Double-dyed coward. I have heard all. I know all." It flashed upon Valentin that Margaret had told him about the will. . " I have been a fool," said he. They stood looking at each other, these former friends. A woman's step made them turn. Mar- garet, fearing mischief, had come down. Hatred was written on both their faces. Valentin looked like the shadow of his former self; Dudley, with his pale face, looked more ill, more wretched, more the victim of drink and dissipation than ever before. These five or six days' recklessness had made their niark. Dudley stamped his foot at the sight of her, and motioned her away. " I will not go," said she, with calm determin- ation. ** You have no place here any more," said he, 154 LAND ahead! wildly. " But if you will, stay ; you like the sight perhaps." He crossed the room and took up a pistol-case. Then he went to Valentin, offering it. " Here," said he. "I heard— I know all. You are a beast and a coward. You must fight." " Why ? " asked Valentin, a certain sense of humour breaking upon him as he took the pistol. " You will not fight ! " said Margaret, looking at him for the first time. " Your husband is mad, and I must humour him." " I am not mad ; but I am going to shoot you." " Dudley shoots dogs, nothing higher," said Margaret. " He wants this paper," said Valentin, laying down his pistol ; " that is why." Dudley looked from one to the other. Then he raised his pistol and — but Margaret stepped between. " Shoot me, if you like," said she. " You and he have something else to settle first." Vane swore aloud as he dropped his pistol. What ! then she cared for him still ? She risked herself before that madman thus. Surely, such was his mad thought, she would LAND ahead! 155 let her wifely duties go to tlie winds now ; : surely, though so late, she would accept his love. | He knew she loved him from that gesture of \ hers.. ! " He is mad," said Valentin. *' Choose between I us, Margaret." He held the will up that she might see it. i " Say but the word, and I destroy this. Choose j between us even now and trust me." '\ "Give me your pistol," said she, smiling suddenly, and holding out her hand towards j him. : He obeyed her and gave it. \ " I have chosen," said she, walking back to her ; husband, and putting her hand lightly on his i arm. \ He shook it off as though it had been a viper. ', " I have chosen," said she, again looking out ; clearly on Valentin. "He is my husband; and^ i he is mad. You cannot fight. As for you, did i not I say I forgive you ? but I will never see \ you any more, or speak to you again." i Then she turned away from the room slowly, ' taking the pistol with her. " So you won't, fight ? " said Dudley, bullying him. i " No, I won't. ] i 156 LAND ahead! *' I thouglit you wouldn't dare." *' Look here, Vane, fighting is no great matter to me now-a-days, nor is my life worth much even to myself. You might have it for the asking. But you are her husband, and she chooses to hold to you still. Psha ! what am I saying ? Here is a paper you must see. I am sorry for you, and sorry that I should have been the one to No, I am not ; no lies. I am sorry for your wife, that is all." Vane took the paper, and he staggered as he read. To this man money was very dear. Frog- hambury, its broad acres and grand old house, the good rent-roll it brought him, and the position it gave, all had become his second life ; he could not fancy himself or his existence going on without Froghambury. " This is not true, not authentic. You have made this up." " It was in the old cabinet you gave me. You know it had stood in Sir Gilbert's room. I sup- pose he put it there at the last." " If he marry Margaret Hoffman," repeated Dudley to himself. Meanwhile Valentin sat down at the table and simply copied the few words of the will. *' That is for you," said he, looking into Vane's LAND ahead! 157 white face as lie gave him the copy, and despising him in his heart. " I keep the will. I am not sure that I should have produced it ; I am not sure that I should not have burned it ; but she has made me tell it. Here," he added, putting a card in his hand, " is my address in London ; we must meet again." " I suppose so ; in this world or the next." " I am going back to the war ; but not im- mediately. I shall be in London." Dudley's eyes were still bent on the copy of the will. " Fight ! " he murmured ; " he won't fight unless he has some one behind him to make him go on." But A^alentin had gone. As he crossed the hall he heard the rustle of a dress, and looking up he saw Margaret slowly turning to go up-stairs. Just in that instant he caught sight of her face — cold, wretched, white, miserable. " Have I done that ? " thought he to himself, and his heart seemed to stand still as he hoped wildly she might turn and see him. She did turn ; their eyes did meet. What a wild look of sorrow and reproach and pain it was. There was no sound, no speech between them ; only that sense of eternal reproach. 158 LAND ahead! He started off as if he had been shot. Nay, a moment more, and was he not shot ? There was the report of a pistol, there was Vane at the window, there was the bullet whizzing by Valentin's ear, and there he was — walking alone ; safe, but for henceforth for ever alone. Had she seen ? had she known ] He did not know. Only this he knew, that from henceforth he must be for ever alone. Yes ; Margaret had seen, she had heard. She turned slowly on the stairs and went down again. Dudley was there, white, shaking in every limb. The copy of the will was open on the table. " God forgive you," said she, solemnly. He turned sharply. " You there ? you are always there ; get away." "You tried to murder him. It was not your fault that you missed." " Get away. You lie." " You could not kill a man, only a poor harm- less dog." " That coward would not fight." " You ! no, I should think not." LAND ahead! 159 The contempt in tier voice stung him to the quick. She turned to go away. "I have something to show you," said he, brutally ; '^ something very pleasant. Wait a minute." He scrutinized her face. Did she know of this will ? He had not heard it mentioned in that conversation between them. If only, — and a wild, feverish hope sprang up in his heart, — if his suspicion had been too easily excited, if there were not that perfect confidence existing between Valentin and his wife that he had supposed, if he had not told her, then he micrht after aU be wrong : she mio^ht after all be noble and pure and single-hearted towards him, as he had had faint glimpses sometimes that a good woman might be. If — here was the test — if she did not know, then some time they might stiU be friends ; if, on the contrary, Valentin had told her, and both were watching for his ruin, and he had in fact stopped her desertion of him just on the threshold of poverty, then it must be aU too late and there would be no hope for either of them more. " You thought you married me for my money," said he, in his true bullying tone ; " but 160 LAND ahead! you will be disappointed. Prepare for a sur- prise." She stood calmly waiting. He never thought she would tell him ; he thought to himself he would judge by her face. He pushed the copy of the will into her hands. " Are you not surprised ? " She looked at it, but without reading it. She knew all about it, but she was wondering why that one had been in a cramped, neat hand- writing, and why this was in Valentin's writing. '' Where did you get this from ? " And then she saw by his sudden change of manner how much depended on her pre-know- ledge ; she saw that he actually hoped from it, that if she could only say that she knew nothing, that she was isfnorant of this disaster, that she had in fact been powerless in it — that to some great, incomprehensible extent her innocence was established, and that happiness in some small degree might be possible. '' Don't you know ? Didn't he tell you ? " For a moment she lifted her eyes to his face ; they met his fearlessly. "Yes ; he told me all about it." His hands fell down at his side, a frown settled on his face, he avoided her glance ; at LAND ahead! 161 ! I last, mechanically, he put out his hand for the ! paper. ,| " I did try to shoot him." " God forgive you. Just for the sake of a i little money. God help you." i *' We must act upon this at once, I suppose," j said he at length. | " Yes," said she, with more energy in her voice | than it had had for days, " at once ; this minute. Douglas will know; let us ring and ask him, I since it has his signature." i She moved towards the bell. ' " Are you not sorry ? do you not mind ? " : He shrank from letting even the old butler know that he was a poor man. " Yes," saidshe, turning, with herhandon the bell; ^' for you I am sorry. For myself, I do not care." *' That is a lie," said he. " Don't let us have more of them, at least." " I only meant that I do not see what you are to do," said she, moving off, and ringing at once with decision, while her heart turned to stone, and all the pity towards him died out at once. " For myself, I do not care." '* You will go off to the man who won't fight, I suppose, now that I am poor." " Perhaps I may," said she. VOL. III. M CHAPTER X. Qui a cesse de jouir de la superiorite de son ami a cesse de I'aimer. — Madame Swetchine. When trouble comes very lieavily upon one, and there seems no outlook from the black clouds but suffering and shipwreck* and sorrow; when the night is so dark that one can scarce see one's hand before one, then, amid the consolations with which a human soul is provided, one of the healthiest and the safest is, perhaps, good, honest, hard work. If that work can tend to the happi- ness or comfort of others so much the better, so much the nobler, so much the fuller is our own comfort, and so much the more are we perfected in our suffering ; but, if that cannot be, yet let some healthy work be done and peace is slowly shed upon us. To Margaret, who after much conflict and self-abasement had learnt to forgive Dudley her sorrow in her very pity for him in his misfortune, LAND AHEAD ! 1 63 this chance of work gave life and hope and new energy. Dudley's happiness could not yet be thought of ; he wauld not suffer her to approach him ; he would barely speak. Sympathy with him was impossible. But she might consider his comfort from the distance, afar off as it were, and to that in a thousand little nameless ways she devoted herself. He did not believe in her, she knew ; he hated accepting any service from her ; if he had any comfort in his poverty, it was that she. was thereby poor too ; but she seemed not to notice his cruelty and mistrust, and went on her way hugging her sackcloth and ashes to her poor empty heart, and heaping coals of fire on his head. Yet she was very miserable. Poverty was nothing, but their lives were wrecked. And was it not through her ? Was it not all her fault ? That was the question that tormented her. She should not have married him if she could not be happy with him. Then she should have kept no one comfort for herself in which he had no share, she should not have left his life out in the cold. True ! he would not, could not share hers, but still — no ; it had been wrong, and she had not seen how to put it right. She had thought she loved him, and instead of that -she M 2 1 64 ' LAND AHEAD ! had loved Fritz. Now slie should not have made of Fritz what she did. Was she not stern to her poor little self? Was it not pathetic ? And then she should never have hated him, madly, violently as she had ; surely now she repented in dust and ashes ; but still had not the battle been hard ? She to have brought all this trouble upon him, and now because, too, he had married her he must lose his home, his house, his money I All through her ! The very pity of it made her repent of her own sorrow and anger and hatred, and in her pity she almost felt she could love him now, though so late, if she might. But she mio^ht not. He was miles off now. And there were miles and miles of sorrow and of self-control and of suffering to be traversed before they could meet as friends again. Why had failure come to them thus ? Why was the reality of life so different from the idea of it ? Why had the possible future looked so fair, and why now was there nothing but blank despair staring her in the face ? If only she could begin again, if only she might have the blank unwritten page before her once more, if only the ideal mio^ht be attainable once more. Yet surely it was ! (Thus she would talk to LAND AHEAD ! 165 herself in those dull, dark days.) No good once seen is lost or is vanished for ever. Once present with us, we may strive after it, though late, and in the end gain our hold on it once more. Slowly on her struggling sense came the thirst for moral beauty, came the wish for living close to duty, and for having her life so firmly held, so purely clothed by it that the possibility of strapng from it might be lost. In such a circle of work happiness seemed again real and lasting. If only she might grope near to it by degrees so. Would she be let to do that ? She had never seen the beauty of life or the misery of thoughtless sin so clearly before. Would she be strong enough to foUow the path all by herself — all alone ? It was sombre, sometimes it looked hopeless. And at such times her heart was very heavy. Her husbaud's nature, his want of affection for her, his cruel, vindictive temper revealed before her ; Fritz wantonly killed, and her friend — the friend of her girlish days, the man whom her soul had delighted to honour, the man whom she had loved and about whom she had woven such dreams of friendship for herself and her husband ; the man whose life she would have guarded from all stain and sorrow — now far from her, necessarily 166 LAND ahead! sent away, living his stained life where he might, and she prevented from all further interest therein. Sometimes she could not realize it. Could a human soul, she would ask herself, fall away thus from its own standard and from its own knowledge of right ? It was not as if Valentin had been ignorant, or even weak, as so many are ; he knew better, and such had been his knowledge, it had, or should have given him streno^th. It was not as if he had not known her or her character. How could he have entertained his thouo^ht for a moment ? Had not he always despised sin as weakness ? had not he often laughed when he had heard of others yielding to temptation ? Had not, in fact, his soul been captivated by beauty — ^the beauty, that is, that has no falsehood in it, and that is as fair within and throughout as any passing semblance may seem ? Just for that loyalty of his to truth and goodness, just for his dreams of ambition, just for his confidence in his strength, and for his faith in his success — had he not won her love ? And now how was the trust shattered ; now how had the .proud life come to shipwreck ! Where was the early promise that the bright morning had offered to them both 1 LAND ahead! 167 To her now no rising for him seemed possible. He had failed miserably, hopelessly. His life- star had sunk ; there could be no more beauty or brilliancy about it. What visions had she had of the three — Dudley, Valentin, and herself — all walking placidly on the road of life, turning aside to help each other, blessing each other's lives with the mutual help of sympathy, and using their several strengths for each other's benefit ; making, as it were, a great, sudden light of sunshine for all who should cross their way, and helping others by the way-side, as they were themselves helped. As it was now, alas ! they all three needed help. Which would rise first ? And of the three, the highest, the bravest, the strongest, the one in whom the elements of help- fulness had seemed the best, the Valentin in whom she had trusted, had fallen the lowest. The hardest part of it was that she could not help him ; that she must not even try. He must stay out there ever so far away, and she must know nothin or must ask no thin of. They were severed for ever. Fallen and lost and miserable and alone. Once he had called her his guardian angel. What a sarcasm ! Through her he had failed thus miserably. 168 LAND AHEAD ! Throuofli lier he had lost the brisfht vision of truth. Through her these two men, of whom she had first dreamed such beautiful dreams of eternal help-giving friendship, had both stained their lives, and now she was helpless to remove the blot she had made. And in her helplessness she would grow angry. To think she had ever had any ideal, she would say; but she had had it. And then he had seemed so worthy, so bright, so strong, like a very angel of light, dealing only in smiles and confidence and mercy, trusting in goodness and in the strength such trust gives, — but now fallen. What was the good of knowledge, of cleverness — what was the good of knowing better things, and of having once loved them — if, all at once, so soon, so suddenly the false step can be taken? There was nothing human worth caring for or worthy of belief any more. There was only one thing. Effort. To that she would devote herself She would hope nothing, she would fear nothing, she would only strive. Hitherto she had not striven enough. Alone and friendless and weak and miserable, but yet faithful to the light she had seen but well-nigh lost, she would strive yet, and see where the struggle would land her at last. LAND AHEAD ! 1 69 Life must be lived. One may be wrecked, but if death has not come one must breathe till he does come. And it is well to do it as comfortably, as truthfully to one's wants as one can. One must be faithful to oneself at least. The wants of our comrades do not enter into every one's articles of faith, but to the best of us they do, and when they do they must be obeyed, or we only breathe half our life. Dudley was left to her still ; afar off, out in the dim distance, cold, impassive, but still there. In time she might creep near to him and share his life still, and bring it near to hers again. For that other all kindness, all hope, all sympathy was impossible. The thought of him was an eternal reproach; it was blank misery, it was endless despair. For ever severed; for ever alone ; for ever each living a life scarred, spoiled; both maimed for eternity. All through those miserable days Margaret seemed to be moving as if in a dream. There was the will, and its evident uncontrovertible authen- ticity; there was old Douglas' asseverations ; he remembered it all, and by degrees he understood it all, and explained it all as it slowly dawned on his understanding. Then there were lawyers' letters and lawyers' meetings ; there was Mr. 170 LAND ahead! Tudor hovering about, now condoling, now ex- plaining, now telling them to hope, now telling them there was no hope for them at all; there were consolatory letters from friends, there were irritating letters from the mothers-in-law, there were mysterious communications from the distant relation who was becoming the owner of Frogham- bury ; there were vague surmises about ^'what they should do now," where they should live, and how they should live there ; and above and beyond all, there was the pale, unhappy face of Dudley, who began to look as if his next place of residence would not require much thought in this world. In vain Margaret bore all uncomplainingly, even cheerfully, in vain she showed how little the loss of money and of Froghambury troubled her, in vain she faced the future bravely and confidently ; Dudley was inconsolable. Certainly there was much to bear. At last the adieux of friends, the questions of relations, the uncertainty of the future were comparatively over; Froghambury was aban- doned, and Dudley and Margaret found themselves in a small home in London. To Dudley this was misery. To Margaret it was life. That first evening her dear mother came to see LAND AHEAD ! 171 her, and after some common-place condolences fell carelessly into vituperation. It was all Margaret's fault, she was sure. In the first place, she should never have married Dudley ; he was a poor miserable creature, and if only Margaret had not jumped to conclusions about his being rich, she, Mrs. Hofi'man, would never have been talked over by her daughter. Valentin was worth a hundred of him. Had not she heard how bravely he had fought in the war ? There was a brave, good young man, if she liked. And then how silly Margaret had been. She had not managed him well. Eumour had not been idle, and of course every one knew that he had been in love with her, and if she had only been ordinarily clever she should have got that will from him. Of course it had been folly to give away the cabinet ; they deserved much for having made such an expensive gift ; but still, havino; made it, Mars^aret should have made him burn that will. What else was the use of his being in love with her ? " And, Margaret," she added, at last rising to put on her bonnet, " was it true that he would not fight ? Eh ? I dare say it was all talk ; but it looked bad for you. Perhaps there was no duel, or no talk of it. Was there ? " 172 LAND ahead! " There was no duel ; duels are things of the past. And a duel indeed ! What stories people do invent. No. Mother, I am so tired, I must go to bed. We had such a journey to-day." " Oh, so there was no duel. But then I suppose it was because he would not fight. Dudley said lie wouldn't ; and I didn't know what to say. It has been an awkward business, but you must just live it down. People often do have to live things down ; but it is a long business, and a bore. And I'm sure you might have managed better.'^ Poverty might be very well to laugh at when it was yet a long way off, it might even be pleasant to dream about, and it is a fine subject in plays or novels for romantic situations. But when it began to come home to the Vanes daily, almost hourly, as in their London life it neces- sarily did, the romance of it began to ooze away very uncomfortably. The one fact that stared Margaret in the face was that she had brought Dudley to this. Certainly it had been done in all ignorance, but still the fact was there. How to repair it was the enigma of her life just then. The bare mention of her working, of her doing anything to gain money, was treated by everybody with ridicule. LAND ahead! 173 Yet Dudley could do nothing. He did not know how to do anything, and he seemed to get more ill and more unhinged and more hopeless every day. Margaret wondered if he was really going to be ill. Somebody must do something. She must. So she went to see her old friends, her authors and her actors and her artists, and amid glad laughter at seeing them again and tears at her sad circumstances she asked them to help her. What a helpless flood of sympathy she got. And then Lorraine came to see her, pretty Lorraine, who cried as she held her hand, and who wanted her and Dudley to come and live at Carlingsford till they saw their way better; and then Lord Chester came and said the same thing, till Margaret fairly broke down, and said she could not be happy like that. They smiled admiringly, but looked very much puzzled, and went away ; and then they came again and said it again. But then Margaret got up, and half crying, she took Lorraine's hand, and then she laughed a little, and looked up shyly at Lord Chester's face. " I have something to tell you," said she. " What ? " said he. " But it is very shocking," said she. 174 LAND AHEAD ! And tlien she laughed again. " Margaret is certainly mad/' said Lorraine. ** Yes, I. am mad. But it is all settled now." " What ? That you are mad ? " " It has been very tiresome. I had no idea it would be so difficult. But it is all settled at last. Orford Ellis came, and Bertram Powys has been so kind, and I had to go, oh, once, twice, and twice more, and read there at the theatre before a whole lot of horrid people and fusty men, and then there was talking, and arguing, and bothering, and bargaining, and days with no news at all, and then more reading, more frightful ordeals, horrid visits here from all sorts of extraordinary people, but now — (I believe they told all sorts of stories about me, and made me out much better than I am) now it is all settled. Congratulate me ; I am going on the stage." Lord Chester coloured and started. Lady Lorraine laughed aloud. " I half envy you. How happy you will be." *' Lorraine 1 " said Lord Chester, sternly. " Well, I do. In pur miserable society life we can do nothing. We do nothing by wholes at least ; we are hindered and stopped everywhere. And we do nothing worth doing, except little bits of kindness, just crumbs of bread perhaps, which LAND ahead! 175 could not sustain life unless we were very easily satisfied — which we are ; we almost do live on material comforts ; our souls struggle on as best they may. You now will live truly." " Won't you give me a little bit of applause some day, Lord Chester ? " " Of course I will,'' said he. But he was troubled. He did not see why she should be so happy. CHAPTER XI. Much might be said in tributary praise, Could just encomiums dwell in poet's lays ; But no, a higher laurel far she wears, And gains the great reward of tributary tears. ' Lines written to Mme. Celeste, Not only was Lord Chester s mind disturbed by the news Lady Vane had given him of the plunge she intended to take, but the minds of her husband, her mother, her mother-in-law, her friends, her country neighbours, and the circle, widening as the rumour spread, of the London world itself, or that small section of it called the world, all participated in the disturbance. What puttings-up of hands there were, what shakings of heads, what displays of pocket- handkerchiefs and rollings of eyes. How many *' I thought so's," and "I told you so's," or "L guessed it would end strangely," and " These ill- assorted marriaojes never do," or "We knew there was something odd about her." Yet it was LAND ahead! 177 almost a triumph for Mrs. Yane. Her step was more elastic, her eye shone brighter, for had not she been proved a true prophetess ? Had she not always said Margaret was unlike other people ? And for Mrs. Hoffman it was almost a defeat. (I am speaking as the world saw it, in a worldly, social way, not counting the poverty or the straits the Vanes were put to, and not counting either the pride of either husband or wife ; especially not counting the dumb, silent, haughty spirit of the one to the other. Both could suffer, but neither could complain. Only Margaret looked before her and tried to rise above the suffering.) But to Mrs. Hoffman this plan of Margaret's to work for her daily bread was a social defeat. Had she not married her daughter to Dudley Vane for position, for connection ? had not her dream been to see her daughter a great lady, giving entertainments, being universally liked and respected ? indeed had there not been a vague dream that in time her daughter, Lady Vane, should lead society ? With Margaret's talent and beauty, with Dudley's former wealth, there had seemed nothing preposterous or absurd in this. Society is so easily led ! And dreaming VOL. III. N 178 LAND ahead! of this leadership, depending on this social status, Mrs. Hoffman had already looked up many of her old connections, had renewed many of her old acquaintances ; leaning as it were on her daughter's arm, she had formed anew many broken ties ; but now, what was she ? where was she ? Margaret was absolutely flying in the face of the life she had made for her, and was marring the destiny that Providence and her mother had offered to her. What society now — even the weakest — would ever be led by a young woman on the stage ; one who associated with the oddest of people, and who worked for her daily bread? There was the sin — the stain for which nothing could atone. " Work ! oh, Margaret, how can you ? " said she one morning after one of her daily tirades against Margaret's avocations. " But, mother, we are so poor." " Mrs. Yane would help you." *' No, indeed ; she says we are to help our- selves." " That is because you can help yourselves." " Perhaps." ^' Do nothing ; she will help you better." *' I could not bear that." '^ Dudley should do something." LAND AHEAD ! 179 " What could he do ? " " Does he like this madness of yours ? '* "I do not know; he says he does not mind what I do." In fact he did not seem to mind. He used to sit there for hours watching Margaret studying her part, till his company became torture ; he seemed to have no spirit for anything. He watched her, watched her narrowly, and that was all ; and if he was discovered in his watching he averted his eyes, and generally closed them. Just the hope of success kept Margaret alive, for all through this dreary time of work and solitary effort she felt that Dudley did not trust her. Valentin had gone back to the war, the country had thrilled with the news of Sedan and Metz, and of defeat after defeat of the French arms, of victory after victory for the Prussians, but Margaret purposely avoided the papers ; she would not annoy Dudley by showing any interest. And as far as individual interest went she was playing no part. Her heart seemed turned to stone towards Valentin. Her sole aim in life seemed atonement to Dudley by every thought and kindly evidence of care that she could, and by her work and self-denial, for the wrong she had done him in marrying him. N 2 180 LAND ahead! This was tlie hardest time of all. She had every one against her. Dudley said or suspected that she liked the stage for the freedom it gave her, and for the opportunities she would have to see Valentin frequently; the neighbours said it was her real nature coming out which had been repressed too long at Froghambury ; the world waited, laugh- ing, for the fiasco it would witness ; and Mrs. Hoffman and Mrs. Vane, meeting one day accidentally in Margaret's little drawing-room, shook hands over their antipathy and flatly said they disowned her. No one for her but Orford Ellis and Bertram Powys and such friends, and these the world said were mad. The manager of the theatre, however, was for her, and no one said he was mad. He had had the fact of her appearance posted up everywhere ; often the words caught Margaret's eyes as she walked through the streets. But no one counted the cost to her. Not the fear of failure, or the acute terror of ridicule, or the abject feeling of despair and of humiliation in Dudley's eyes if all went not well. No ; none counted the cost, save one little friend. LAND ahead! 181 Lorraine used to come and hold her hand and look into her eyes and ask how she was getting on. " Oh, well ; better. I have more courage now." " And are you happy ? " " Almost. No ; I shall be when it is over." " And is Dudley kinder ? " " No ; he is never kind now." " Does he mind this plan of yours ? " " No ; he doesn't mind what I do." "That is dreadful." '^ Yes ; it is dreadful." Then Lord Chester came and advised her to give it up. " Every one was talking so." '' Whj won't people leave one alone I " said she. *' If they only would it would be so much easier to go straight on and do right." " But do give it up." " You don't know how much money they have offered me." "But you don't care for money." " But Dudley must live. He wants all sorts of things." "Let him work." "He cannot. He is too ill now. He seems to have no strength for anything. Oh, Lord Chester," said she, suddenly breaking down, " do 182 LAND ahead! you think distrust, suspicion could ever make a man so unhappy that he might fall ill ? " *' Suspicion, eh ? I don't know. Eh 1 what do you mean ? " " Do you think it might kill a woman ? It is so hard, distrust — I mean so hard to bear ; I think it might. But what am I saying ? Don't tell Lorraine what I said." ^' And you really must go on the stage ?" " Yes. I could not run away now, you know. And I must/' *' Of course, if a woman says she must, she must." And so at last, after weary days of working, after solitary hours of self-restraint, after a dreary Christmas that was not like Christmas at all to Margaret or to Dudley, one night at the end of January the curtain went up in a London theatre, and Lady Vane stood before the public. Had they not all disowned her? had not mother and husband and mother-in-law and friends and neighbours and even society itself frowned upon her? was there one friendly face looking at hers ? was there one kind smile to meet her nervous, anxious, hurried look ? were the manager's prophecies of a full house at all likely to be verified ? LAND ahead! 183 Yes ; they were all there. For torture, for friendship, for sympathy, for love, for applause, for amusement, whatever the motive, they were all there. Margaret felt her heart bursting within her as face after face peered into hers out of the gloom beyond the footlights ; she felt her spirit lightened i^dthin her, and she knew she must succeed. There in the front row, cold, pale, impassible, sat Dudley. The audi-ence laughed satirically, when again and again she turned to him as she played, determined to win him more than all the rest in the hour of her triumph. And there, close by, sat Lorraine. Ah, she had done it all. It was she who had brouofht this bevy of friends and this galaxy of bright eyes to look at Margaret play. She it was who had asked, commanded, threatened ; she it was who had talked, entreated, slaved for Margaret. And there too was Mrs. Hoffman in a box far away. Though "disowned, she could see Mar- garet she su23posed," so she said, " as well as any one else." And there were Mrs. Vane and Lilly. " They came," they said, " to see Dudley's wife disgrace herself." And there, kinder than the rest, kinder even 184 LAND AHEAD ! than the society people who cared not which way it was, so long as they were amused, kinder than all, were Orford Ellis and Bertram Powys with his sister and other friends, who had no other help to give but love and kindliest sympathy. These they gave ; and Lorraine and Margaret blessed them as she took and appreciated the gift. How was it then ? Was it failure ? Ah, no ; she triumphed. The dazzling footlights, the beaming faces swam before her as the thunders of applause rang in her ears, the bouquets fell at her feet, and the house rang again with her honoured name — honoured surely and rightly so. If ever woman had laboured unaided, without hope in all despair self-abnegatingly, she had ; she deserved every atom of honour she won. Tears filled her eyes afe she listened. " How good they are to me," said she. The actors who were with her crowded round her praising, charmed alike by her modesty and talent. " It is your due," said they. They were proud of her. When any one has played for a stake, and when the stake depends on your strength, and you have won, then people are proud of you. LAND ahead! 185 Lord Chester came round to see her. Mr. Tudor, of all people in the world, was with him. " What do they say ? " asked she. " Say 1 " exclaimed Mr. Tudor ; " I do not know what they say. But I know my dream has come true. I always knew of your genius in the old days at Sonnenthal. I always wanted to see you on the stage. If I — well, if I could I would come too ; just to do as you hate done to-night." But Lord Chester took her hand quietly. " We had a disagreement, dear Lady Vane, you and I. Well, you have won." She smiled. " You are generous. Lord Chester. But what does Dudley say ? " " Say ! " answered Mr. Tudor ; " why he says nothing, of course. He always does say nothing." " Shall I send him to you ? " asked Lord Chester. "Yes." There was only Chester standing by when he came, and this is how he told his wife afterwards. "Lorraine, it was the prettiest sight in the world. I heard and saw it all ; how could I help it ? Mind, this goes no farther. But you know he came when I fetched him, and — and — well, it 186 LAND ahead! reminded me somehow of a scene you and I played years ago — I mean when we had had a misunderstanding and when we made friends again." " But Margaret was never to blame, dear." " No, I don't mean she was ; but then — well, Lorraine, give me a kiss then, and I will tell you." So she held his hand while he told her, and so they managed to understand the story per- fectly. " You see he came when I fetched him, and there he stood — dull, cold, awkward ; I believe, half afraid of her. And she was trembling all over, and her colour went and came like a young girl looking at her first love ; you would never have believed it was the same woman who had kept us all hanging on her words a few minutes before. And, Lorraine, what a great, hulking brute he is to have such a pretty wife ! " *' And, pray, why did not you come away ? " " Well, of course ; but I could not get away. And then he was in front of the door. And then, somehow, I think she really rather wanted me to stay ; she seemed so afraid of him." *' The wretch ! " " Well, so she turned to him, smiling and LAND ahead! 187 looking, and colouring and getting white, as I said, just imploring a kind word without exactly asking for it. I could have knocked him down. Then by degrees she got nearer and nearer to him, slowly, and looking up to his face, half afraid, the whole time. ' What is this ? ' said he, huskily ; * more acting, Margaret ? ' " ** The brute ! " said Lorraine. ''And then she started up stiff and straight and proud, as you might be, Lorraine, and she w^as afraid no longer. ' No, Dudley ; we have done with acting for to-night.' They stood looking at each other silently, and I, well, you can understand — I was afraid to move." " Well ? " " Then she came quite close to him and put her hand on his shoulder. ' Won't you give me one smile or one kind word, Dudley ? You have not really smiled to me — not really — for so many long days.' And he hung his head, as if he were ashamed of himself. ' And you know you are all the whole world to me,' said she again. He started as if he had been shot ; I shall never forget it. ' Is that true ? ' he said. But she went on talking, as if she had not heard. ' It is only for you I am here, it is only for you I work. I want to make you happy ; I want to give you 188 LAND ahead! back something of all you lost, if I can, by- marrying me. I do not care what the world says — they may all make me out as bad as they like ; it is only for you I care. Dudley, smile ; Dudley, you are my life ; let me live for you. Work is so hard when there is nothing but despair in front of you. Else I do not care, not for poverty, not for anything, if only you will be well and happy.' And then the boy sobbed. Will you believe it, Lorraine ? And he put his hand on his wife's head and kissed her ; and then he said, * Heaven forgive me, Margaret, for doubting you.' They smiled then, both of them. Certainly the sun shone out from behind the clouds." And you, what did you do ? " I ! I said aloud, ' Well done, true heart.' I meant Lady Vane, but it sounded as if I meant Vane. I suppose both took it. As for him, I think he's a brute. You said once you thought all men were brutes." " I don't think so now, Charley," said Lady Lorraine, very gravely. '' Well, that is a good thing." " And Margaret ? " " Oh, there is no more to be said. She seems started on her road. We must help her as much as possible. As for the rest, when I said some- (i LAND ahead! 189 thing about the fine result of her work, she said, ' Oh yes ; what is three or four months, or even six months, out of a man's life if he has gained a step in them ? '" ** She is a very clever woman, Charley/' CHAPTER XII. Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'Tvvas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Kobs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed, — Othello, Act iii. So. 3. 0, this boy Lends metal to us all ! — Henry IV., Act v. So. 4. Men had looked coldly on Valentin when he returned to the war. Strange rumours had been afloat, listened to even in such busy times, and his reg-iment had felt their honour was at stake. A man who refuses to fight when he is challenged should be allowed no place near them ; their interest cannot be his, their hopes must be strange to him. But it was war time. And then too it was unaccountable. He had seemed, nay, was so brave ; he loved honour ; he had fought before that wound of his, and before that visit to England, as if life were nothing to him, so only that he did his duty. He had shamed them all with his rash courage ; greybeards had smiled LAND ahead! 191 half sadly at his enthusiasm, and the young soldiers had looked on amazed, endeavouring to emulate him in vain. He had been the favourite, the darling of the corps, with his bright smile and ready wit. Now these tales that had come across the sea from England were unaccountable. Men felt their pride and their perception alike damaged in the relation of them. Then they thought they would wait till he came, and he would set it straight. So in the autumn, when his wound was healed, and Valentin returned, a mysterious reception met him. There were distant looks and the cold shoulder everywhere, averted faces, and strange questions. His pride came to his rescue, and he stumbled on blindly doing his duty, and asking for no friendship, since it seemed likely to be denied. Then at last, when the silence and the mystery were becoming oppressive, an old friend spoke to him one day. " Your wound was bad in England ? " " Very." " You could not fight ? " Valentin stared. *' No ; I could Dot." 192 LAND AHEAD ! " Or you would not ? " '* No ; I would not." " Then you should not have come back, per- haps." So then it all flashed upon Valentin, and he knew the thought that was uppermost in their minds. But he would not break the silence. They might send him away if they liked, but not a whisper of the truth should they ever hear. Steadily he worked, and fought when occasion offered, wondering sometimes when the clouds would lift, or whether death would relieve him from requiring them to lift at all. He was awake now afc last, though so late, to life and to its responsibilities. Dreaming was done with. It had been a rough waking ; but the vision that had seemed so fair now held nothing but bitterness in retrospect. He had begun life by believing he must be happy ; this had turned out false, and in trying to mend the shattered creed he had marred it hopelessly. Now perhaps he went too far in the reverse direction, and thought all happiness impossible. He had made a succession of mistakes, and brooded over the past with a sombre satisfaction. There seemed nothing worth an aim in front now, and he LAND ahead! 193 plodded on, as it were, in the dark, walking up just to his hand and no more. It was curious in that dreary autumn time how the lives of Margaret and Von Broderode — the two enthusiasts — were running parallel. They were learning the lesson of life. Tears, and trouble, and solitary work, and aspiration and effort for the one, conflict too against evil report and unkind tongues ; and scenes of blood- shed and misery, and death and trouble, amid suspicions, mistrust, and ill report for the other. And neither could stretch out a hand to the other ; or did either know of the trouble of the other, or of the good fight that other was making. Just in the stand they made, just in the fight they fought against the fate they had brought upon them- selves, were the elements of hope contained ; but they knew it not as yet. The light had not broken on either. And, Valentin fought bravely, stolidly, as a Prussian can. Men said he bore a charmed life. They said that English tale could not be true. It faded as he fought. They opened their hearts to him again. They even forgave him his reticence. The old generals smiled again, and the Crown Prince shook his hand. The clouds began to break. TOL. III. 194 LAND ahead! Later, he was wounded again, but he said it was nothing. They gave him the Iron Cross. With the supreme indifference of bitterness, he said that was nothing too. '*A man does his duty, my friend, nothing more," said he, proudly, when they wondered at him. In fact duty was the be-all and end- all of exist- ence to him then ; in time it would be clad with brightest robes of beauty, and he would worship her with an adoration tenderer far than the sullen submission he yielded her now. But what was praise, what were decorations to him ? It might sound in his ear, or they might glitter on his breast, but after all it was all glamour ; they came too late ; they might please boys or mere children, but he felt as if he were an old man now, and far beyond any such gratification. The sights he had seen, the troubles he had gone through had taken the buoyancy out of his heart, and in his bitterness he thouo^ht that only ex- treme youth could have pleasure in such trifles. And meanwhile this terrible war went on. Crash after crash fell on tottering France ; each name of town or fort was but the sign and mark of fresh desolation. Soissons, Verdun, Schelestadt and Neu Breisach, Toul, Strasburg, Metz : what LAND ahead! 195 a list it was ! And now, reinforced continually, had the Crown Prince sat dow^n wdth his army before Paris. What a curious life it w^as. Long days of waiting, excited watching, sudden repulses of sorties, furious fighting, shells bursting con- tinually around, and men struck dead as they sat by the fireside, or played their game of cards. Christmas came, and they w^ere still there, making the best of the shell-fire, and of the biting cold : dying, sufi'ering, but more hopeful than ever, and stolidly bearing their sorrows as Ger- mans do. Germany gathered still, backing up these obstinate besiegers ; Germany saluted the King as Emperor, and Germany hid her tears and smiled. Spartan-like, at the pain she endured. Sleighing, skating, Christmas-trees amused the soldiers at Versailles. On the 21st more serious work kept them warm, and when the fighting was over, alas, many a gap w^as found in the merry companies, many a voice hushed for evermore that had been loud in jest and laughter. But Trochu was beaten — the sortie w^as a failure, and Germany roused herself to greater activity than ever against the besieged. The Landwehr poured into France again. Mont Avron — that hitherto irrepressible enemy — wa's 2 196 LAND ahead! silenced ; on tlie 27 th tlie bombardment of the forts on the north-east of the town began ; on the 5th the besiegers directed themselves against Issy and Montrouge. And then at last the supreme moment comes. The last sortie is made. Mont Valerien belches forth smoke and fire and men, and the fiercest doofs of war are let loose once more. Amidst it all Valentin stands firm, watching the thin blue line of smoke, watching the crack- line fire, till his turn comes, and then he advances, happy once more, happier than he has been for months. Now the line breaks, now it is driven back, now the man close beside him falls dead, now a chassepot bullet grazes his tunic. How steady they are ! How glorious it is ! Take each individual heart and effort in that stately mass, and is not the result of love and duty glorious ? But now, for a moment, they are driven back, and Valentin's spirit chafes within him. Again he urges his men on. What is this French corps coming suddenly into view ? must it not be swept off from the earth ? They answer to his summons ; again they triumph, and the Prussian guns open fire with deadly aim. LAND AHEAD ! 197 The French are driven back ; flash follows flash ; the French give ground ; yards back have they gone. The front line (Valentin's) keeps its assailants back. Messengers fly from the Crown Prince's stafl", and still the answer conies that the advanced line is steady still. Victors ag:ain ! Montretout taken ! It seems that the death-agonies of the captive city are in vain indeed. Trochu's bravery and French despair all useless ; the death-writhings are of no avail. The night came, and Valentin was back once more. The fighting done, the excitement over, his spirit flagged again. To-day he had almost hoped for death ; why was he singled out to live when so many better men fell around him ? But when they came to him, and when he saw the unmistakable looks of admiration in his comrade's eyes, when hand-graspings and kindly greetings welcomed him, he began once more to think there was somethinoj to live for. He beo^an to build an ideal structure of life where duty held the fore- most place. One evening, as he sat talking over the fire with a comrade, one of the correspondents of the English newspapers came in ; he had a paper in his hand. 198 LAND AHEAD ! " Let me see/' said Valentin. '* Let us see what they say of us in London." Suddenly, as he ran his eye down the columns, his attention was caught by the name of Vane. It was an account of Margaret's opening night at the theatre, probably put in by one of her friends. Short and simple language, praising her talent and explaining briefly the reason of her public appearance. Perhaps its brevity made it the more . pathetic. It was a revelation to Valentin : a film rose over his eyes. In an instant he saw it all : her poverty (his doing — though perhaps that was no fault of his), her self-abnegation, her effort. He pictured her hard life to himself, and he thought that her life too had been lately through the deep waters. They noticed his abstraction ; they twitted him upon it. But he put them off, and throwing down the paper, feeling as if he must suffocate, he went out in the cold night air to walk off his agitation. ''Curious fellow, that Von Broderode. The war has driven him mad. What is there in the paper f But they could find nothing — nothing, at least, to excite anybody. England was talking as much LAND AHEAD ! 199 as usual, and was going to send out additional money and clothes. But the idea of Margaret working for her bread drove Valentin distracted. He walked about for days like a man in a dream, haunted by an im- perious idea that overruled his life and thoughts. Then the armistice was arranged. Valentin wondered if he could not be free. He applied for leave. When it was granted he thought he should go mad for joy. When he reached London he began to think he must have been dreaming, and that Margaret had never really acted at any theatre at all. How he wished that he had kept that newspaper. But no ; as he ate his dinner at his hotel he found it was quite true. He took it into his head that he would have a front stall, confront her there, and see her as closely as might be. As for the rest, there was an impassable gulf between them ; he did not suppose he should ever speak to her ao'ain, but he should like to see her. There was no stall to be had. The house was full. " It always is full, sir, for Lady Vane," said the man. " You must try some days before." '' Hallo, Von Broderode ! " said a voice behind him, " is that you ? " 200 LAND ahead! '' Yes," said Valentin, and turned to see who it was. It was Mr. Mortimer, of all people in the world. Sonnenthal and the picnics flashed through the minds of both as they looked into each other's faces. Then Mr. Mortimer thought of the war, and Valentin thought of the Vanes. *' Times are changed," said Mr. Mortimer. " Yes, they are," said Valentin. *' Coming in ? " asked Mr. Mortimer, moving on. " Can t," said Valentin. " Can't get a stall." " Can't you ? I'm very glad. Come with me. I've got a little box." A little box it was ; but there Valentin sat, hungering, constrained, wondering, and too much amazed to know whether he was pleased or not. Sitting there, he saw Dudley below, also waiting for Margaret. " Does he always come ? " asked he laconically of Mortimer. " Yes, poor fellow, he does. But I don't think he'll come long." " Why ? '* *^ I don't think he's long for this world." Valentin's interest deepened. " The doctors say he should go south, and the Vanes say they have no means for that." LAND ahead! 201 Was ever a tragedy played out like this ? The dying husband watching the wife playing comedy for him to live. "Do you see that man opposite, in the box opj^osite ? " "Yes," answered Valentin, hardly taking his eyes oflF Dudley. " That is Bunbury. He won't live at Frogham- bury ; he says he may go down for a Sunday in the summer. He won't do anything but come here and see Lady Vane play.'' "And she?" " Oh, she won't speak to him." " Why not ? " " When he heard that he was to have Frosfham- bury, he said he did not want it, that he liked his own name of Bunbury better than Vane, and that he would rather pay to be called Bunbury ; then he would not see Margaret or Dudley, or any of the Vanes, because he said he had never liked them or the race, and that he had never seen them, and that he would not see them now just because he was to have their money. Well, he came one night to the play and fell in love with Margaret without knowing who she was. Then he heard of Margaret having gone on the stage, and he wrote her a very strong letter, and 202 LAND ahead! when that had no effect he put some disagreeable paragraphs in the paper, which offended her ladyship mightily. Well, he comes again to the play to see his prima donna, and this time armed with a bouquet. Lo ! and behold, the play-bill informs him of the truth ; he sits there riveted ; at first vows she shan't have the bouquet, and finally is vanquished, and throws it to her." " And Lady Vane ? '^ ''Oh, she left it there. The servants had to carry it away. Afterwards he wrote to apologize, but all to no effect. He always comes with his bouquet, and she always leaves it there. Dudley and the people who understand applaud ; the rest think it very odd." The curtain drew up, and there was Margaret. What did it matter — the play, the people, the * words she said ? It was Margaret walking about there before them all, speaking to him, working out her life's mistakes. Valentin buried his face in his hands and listened to the tones of her voice. "I must see that Bunbury to-morrow," said Mortimer. She was laughing, absolutely laughing. How could she laugh ? And the house was laughing with her ; all except Bunbury. LAND AHEAD ! 203 '' I don't know him, and I dare say he will think me a fool. But I think he's a gentleman." And now she is coquetting with her play-lover there. How has she the heart, when — well ! Dudlev is smilino^ now. " Will you come with me and see Bunbury ? I don't quite like going alone. And you could speak for her. Good heavens ! the fellow's asleep ! these Prussians are so heavy." Do you see, as she makes her speech, her eye is fascinated ? She sees Valentin in the box. The speech goes on, the house laughs, so mechan- ical is the business, but she and Valentin are questioning each other. And then she smiles — a smile half proud, half sad ; a smile of regret for the past long dead, left far behind. And then she laughs ; and she looks at him as she laughs. It is a laugh at past folly, past weakness ; it is a laugh of joy at present strength. It is present triumph. And so the question and answer are given, and silence reigns between them once more. The play went on, and applause rang out, Mr. Bunbury's bouquet fell unheeded, Margaret appeared before the curtain, and then Valentin awoke. ** You have had a good nap, my friend," said 204 LAND ahead! • Mr. Mortimer, sharply. ''Will you come with: me to Bunbury to-morrow V ! ''Yes; certainly." "I will explain to-morrow. You are tooi sleepy now." \ CHAPTER XIII. We Are enforced from our most quiet there By the rough torrent of occasion. — Henry IV. He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart. — King John. It was a true story that Mr. Mortimer had told Valentin of Mr. Bunbury. He had admired the unknown actress, he had been disgusted by his relative's profession, and when he found that the actress and the relative were one and the same person he had fallen down and worshipped. The contempt with which Margaret treated his riches and himself only added fuel to the flame. He was the embodiment of wealth, power, and sincere devotion ; he was in fact omnipotence ; and yet Margaret despised him. Mr. Mortimer had mentioned the bouquets, throwing a light vein of ridicule over the man's feelinofs ; as to the rest, he had not known it. He had not known how the quiet days of a 206 LAND ahead! blissful bachelor existence in the Albany had ceased for Mr. Bunbury ; he had not known of the feverish state of feeling from which Fortune's victim suffered. Indolent ease, prosperity, independence, success had been Mr. Bunbury's all his life ; born to fortune, he had asked for no favours from the world, nor had he ever gone much out of his way to show it any. He had taken his life as it came, and he had rather enjoyed it than otherwise. Troubles he had had, but he was apt to speak of them as *^ mistakes " he had made. " One must be deceived in people very often," he had been used to say, " and one must buy one's experience." Perhaps he had been rather too fond of his comfortable independence, perhaps former decep- tions had made him too indifferent to form any close ties, and perhaps now the prosperity of his position hardly made up for the solitude of it. Some of us would rather bear a little pain than never know joy ; some would rather put up with small deceptions than never be trusted ; and many of us, thank Heaven, would rather spend much of ourselves with some little hope of return than only lay up for a selfish future. Perhaps something of this Mr. Bunbury felt. LAND AHEAD ! 207 For now it was getting late, and friends and interests do not accumulate about our middle age as they do about our youth. Folly, however, does ; and another feeling, Mr. Bunbury was astonished to find, does not diminish. It had been annoyance, perplexity, trouble. " Am I Vane ? am I Bunbury ? " he would say when he got up in the morning. " Bunbury ; no, I mean Vane. And there is that place Frog- hambury. I will have no bother with it. I won't go near it. I won't look after it. Why did the old fellow leave it to me '? I never liked him or it. I'll sell it for building. And just because I have it all, that girl posts my name — her name — all over London, and sets herself on a platform, where all the world goes and sees her, and pities her, because I am an ogre who has swallowed up her livelihood. Then — ^well, why won't she speak to me ? I couldn't help offending her. I did not know her when I wrote to the papers. How unf orofivin o' women are." It was quite true ; Margaret would not speak to him ; he might shower bouquets upon her, they were left unheeded ; he might send her notes, they were returned unanswered ; he might come and call, she was always ^' Not at home ; " he might send presents, they were always scorned ; 208 LAND ahead! he miglit try to see her behind the scenes, he was always refused. Once, as she was coming out of the theatre on Dudley's arm, her cloak brushed his sleeve ; he went home saying to himself he had never loved before. Another time there had been some mis- take about the carriage, and Margaret was left for an instant standing by herself ; he was close by, his foot was on her dress in fact, and he began to speak to her. But her frown and look of unmistakable anger silenced him, and the words died away upon his lips. Then he tried to help them substantially. He scraped an acquaintance with Dudley, he made extravagant overtures, and offered Frogham- bury as a loan, pushing all idea of a rent away with horror. He asked Dudley to present him to his wife, and stood outside the door of their house in the street while he waited, but Dudley returned with a blank face and said his wife was engaged. "And about Froghambury ? " " Oh no ; she advised me to say ^ no ' emphatic- ally. She says that sort of loan always turns out a fetter, and perhaps she's '' *' Good-day, Mr. Vane, good-day ; " and Mr. Bunbury began to walk away in high dudgeon. Then, remembering the trouble he had taken to LAND ahead! 209 make friends with Dudley, lie turned again. " If you should change your minds, or think better of it, remember to tell me. Here is my address ; " and he felt a sort of quiet satisfaction in dropping another of his obnoxious cards at Margaret's hall- door. " She is no Becky Sharp, at all events," said he to himself as he walked away. He wrote to the papers again ; this time in an altered strain. There was no praise good enough for Lady Vane, no terms high enough ; he even went into the family vicissitudes lightly, and extolled her conduct to the skies. But Margaret did not see it, or if she did she did not notice it. Praise glides by impotently ; it is blame that remains and injures the life. Once he was absolutely introduced to her. Margaret was unconscious of his identity till it was done. He trod or rather stood upon air meanwhile. It was at a party, and a circle had gathered round her. It was broken for this UD welcome visitant. He, bomng low, opened his mouth, which was overflowing with flatteries and compliments. Again Margaret gave him that marvellous look of well-bred indignation, and he drew back, VOL. III. P 210 LAND ahead! confused. The laugli tlie little incident excited rang in his ear for many a day afterwards. At last once she smiled upon him. It was half forfifetfulness, for she had become so accustomed to his presence that she was indifferent to it. She was standing near the door in the passage, and Lord Chester was talking to her. The applause that night had been louder than ever, her success more assured. " You look very happy to-night, Lady Vane," said Lord Chester. Mr. Bunbury was standing close by. She smiled back at Lord Chester, and Mr. Bunbury came in for the end of the smile. *' This is better than Troghambury, isn't it ? " Then they went away laughing together, she leaning on his arm, to be put into her carriage. It was a revelation to Mr. Bunbury. Then she cared not for Froghariibury either, no more than he did ; it bored her as it did him. But what a sympathy there was between them ; what would life have been, shared he suddenly broke off in his thought. But then she neither cared for him, nor for anything he could give her. She despised his offers, his money, his presents ; she preferred her independence. Again, la.mj ahead! 211 how like himself, who never would be tied to any one or under any obligation to any one. What a very strange sympathy there was. He should like to talk to her about that. But in another point they were very unlike ; she liked work, he didn't ; she liked money, if she made it ; he did not know how to make it, individually. Was it true that successful individual effort could make a woman happy ? It seemed so. How very strange. If so, he felt he loved her all the more, and he was more miserable than ever he had been in his life before. Why was she so beautiful, and so clever, and so cruel ? Why with all her poverty was she so powerful ? If he might be some sort of grand- father to her, and give her all she wanted, as one gives a child toys, to be broken or thrown away the next moment, then he would be happier. P 2 CHAPTER XIV. Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. First Part of King Henry VI., Act iii. Sc, 1. How is it possible to know when one is not an actor how much a person on a stage at night can see of the interior of the house ? This question troubled Valentin von Broderode very much, so much so that for two nights he did not again re -appear at the theatre, and when he did it was neither in a box or as a happy possessor of a stall, but farther back and higher up. He would not trouble Margaret with his presence ; he tacitly agreed with her to bury the past, to triumph over it, and, if it might be, to mount on it to a brighter, a better future. He would not seem to be following her, to be dodging her footsteps. He would make a future of his own. Up there where he sat there was no fear; LAND ahead! 213 Margaret could not see him ; he could observe her through his glasses as much as he wished. But one evening, from his lofty place he noted Dudley's absence ; his stall was empty. There was no sign of him anywhere. This pained and surprised him. Mr. Bunbury's box was also empty. This neither pained or surprised him, for the very first morning after his arrival Valentin had accom- panied Mr. Mortimer to " The Albany " to see Mr. Bunbury, and they had there learnt that that gentleman was out of town. As they went Mr. Mortimer had shown Valentin a crumpled scrap of paper, and had told him a strange story. On the paper was traced faintly, " I do not wish- Dudley to be disinhe — " ; and lower down, " Gilbert Vane. Let him succeed to all." " These are the last words he wrote before he died," said Mr. Mortimer. '^ I will swear to it. I was there alone with him." "And you have had this all this timeV exclaimed Valentin, hotly. "Why did you not speak before ? " *' I have only just come back from America. When I last heard they were living happily in 214 LAND ahead! possession of Froghambury. There was no need to speak. In fact I rather doubted the existence of any other will. I half thought it was the hallucination of a sick man." " Will Bunbury give up, do you think ? " *' There is nothing to make him. This will is not legal, has no signatures. The one you found was signed by myself and Douglas, though in all ignorance." " What harm a sick man's fancy can work." "Or a young man's folly. Bunbury is a gentleman, I think." " And a man of feeling." *^ But Lady Vane has considered his feelings so little, he may not feel inclined to consider hers." And then they found that Mr. Bunbury was out of town. And then when Valentin went to the play, and missed Dudley in his accustomed place, and when Mr. Mortimer went to inquire, he found Margaret with pale face and tearful eyes, but as proud as ever. " He will die. Lady Vane," said Mr. Mortimer, drily, " if you keep him here." " Die ! " exclaimed she, as if she had been shot. " He could not die, he is so young, and he and I are only just beginning to enjoy life." LAND ahead! 215 " That has nothing to do with it." " I would give up everything — acting, success, all— if I thouo'ht " " Would you ? " asked he, staring at her. " Give up the result of all your work, all the praise and popularity you have won, just for him, if " " If it would give him one moment's ease. But we should be so poor " Mr. Mortimer blew his nose loudly, cleaned his eye-glass, and turned away. " I shall come and see you again," said he. " Perhaps I have been too proud," said she, half calling after him. "But you know they were all so unkind at first." At last Mr. Bunbury came back to town. It was the last day of Valentin's leave, and he entered Mr. Bunbury's sacred rooms with Mr- Mortimer full of curiosity. " I am pleased to have the honour of your acquaintances, sirs," said Mr. Bunbury, rising from his arm-chair and laying aside his news- paper, bowing as he spoke with an old-world politeness. " You have been out of town, sir, for a week," said Mr. Mortimer, hastily, as if Mr. 216 LAND AHEAD ! Bunbury had been guilty of some crime by such. absence. ''And may I not, sir, go out of town for a week ? " setting chairs for his visitors as he spoke. " I used to be an independent man, sir, coming and going just as I liked, but since I have had a dreadful place called Froghambury, willed to me by an eccentric relation, my time is not my own. I do not seem, sir, to be my own master, and I seem to be everybody's slave. I should not wonder, sir, if you have not something to say about Froghambury. I hear you have been to my door every day for the last week, and that is the sort of thing those Froghambury people do." " I have something to say about Froghambury, Mr. Bunbury." Valentin saw Mr. Mortimer twisting the little piece of paper nervously between his fingers as he spoke. *' Knew it, sir ; was sure of it, by your very serious look. Everything about Froghambury is serious. It is a place in the back-woods. Enough to give an intelligent person the blues in half a day. I am a London sparrow, sir, and prefer being black. But to be serious — ^what have you to say ? " LAND ahead! 217 '^ You do not seem to care much about Frog- hambury ? " " Hate it, sir ; and I hate being called Vane. Some impertinent people do it nevertheless." " What do you purpose doing about Frog- hambury ? " " Let it, I think. I suppose I can't sell it. I must see." " Suppose, Mr. Bunbury, I were to tell you that Froghambury is not really yours ? " It was comical to see the alteration in his face. A London sparrow suddenly cheated of a precious morsel might look like that. Mr. Bunbury's smile died away. " What do you mean, sir ? " " Sir Gilbert repented of that last unjust will. I was with him when he died. He could not speak, but he explained " ''How?" " He wrote. Here it is." Mr. Mortimer placed the little piece of paper on the table, resting his finger firmly on it. '' What do you think of this, sir ? " asked Mr. Bunbury, turning to Valentin. " I knew them all, sir. Of course I see that justice and their happiness rests with you." 218 LAND ahead! " It is a question of honour, sir. I don't suppose we can make you legally give up anything, or even allow anything to the young Vanes. They are very poor." "But deuceclly proud." " He is dying by inches, they say." " Eh ! sir ? What is that you say ? " He had heard, so they did not speak again. " Lady Vane has not been very civil to me." " No one has been very civil to Lady Vane." " I have ; I would have done anything." Then, as he walked up and down excitedly, Mr. Mortimer told him the whole story. Dudley's boyhood, Sir Gilbert's ambition, the foolish love- story, the failure of the love-dream, the hard life ; lately, the fierce battle Margaret had fought ; and then, going back to Sir Gilbert's boyhood, when they had been youths together, he told him of the still death-bed scene, and of the understand- ing between them. Now, he said, with a quiver in his voice, he was doiug his best for this old friend's memory. Then Valentin told of his early friendship with Dudley, touched lightly on Margaret's nobleness, and told the story of the old cabinet, described LAND AHEAD ! 219 too how friends had looked coldly on, and she had been left to fight her battle alone. The three men were startled by the entrance of the servant. " But she is so deuced proud," said Mr. Mortimer, taking the card the man offered. *' Why, good heavens ! this is Lady Vane. Where is she ? " *' She wants to know if she may come in, sir." " By all means ; by all means." Valentin felt the hot blood rush to his temples. He could not meet her, could not see her. But on the stairs he should meet her face to face ; here, perhaps in that dark corner of the room, in the excitement of the moment, he might escape recognition. Mr. Bunbury had thought Lady Vane proud, had he ? AVas this woman djressed in black, with pale face, heightened just now perhaps with the wave of colour passing over it, was this woman with the bright excited eyes so proud ? ^' Lady Vane, I am very delighted to meet you at last." Her eyes seemed to laugh as they met his. " Ah, Mr. Mortimer, this is pleasant." 220 LAND ahead! She shook hands with him, and then Mr. Mortimer took the precaution to put the little crumpled scrap of paper in his pocket out of the way. She saw dimly the figure of a man bowing to her in the dark corner, and she bowed gravely in return. Then she turned to the business in hand. " Shall bygones be bygones, Mr. Vane ? " said she, pleasantly. " Shall old scores be forgot ? " He bowed nervously. He did not like being called Mr. Vane, and he did not want his bouquets to be spoken of before these two strangers. " Mr. Vane, people tell me I have been very proud ; that I have gone on my own wicked, wilful way, and that I have asked for no help. Moreover, they say if one does not ask one cannot expect to get it. Now that you are the — head of the family, I have come to you to -put my case before you. Will you listen to me for a moment ? " Mr. Bunbury bowed again, made a sign of silence to Mr. Mortimer, and again put forward a chair for Margaret. She did not notice it, but she half turned away from them all, looking into the fire. LAND ahead! 221 ^* After all, none of yon can say I have failed ? " " No ; you have succeeded." ** I have not dragged the name of Vane into the mire as you prophesied ? " " No ; you have covered it with glory. And it is the brightest glory a woman can win, for the result has been won by the work of her tender, loving heart." Margaret put out her hand impulsively. ^' I have misjudged you, Mr. Vane ; you are good. But — why did you misjudge me so pain- fully at first ? why did you say it was restless craving after excitement, selfish thirst for admir- ation, flying in the face of my bread and butter, disofrace to the name of Vane " I did not know you then." "No, you did not know me then. Mr. Mortimer, he did not know ; but you know. Tell him for me it was all I could do. Tell him I was proud ; 1 know it now. It hurt me when they ail turned against me, mother, mother-in- law, neighbours, — all except Lady Chester, — ^just because I was poor ; and Dudley hated being poor. Then it was all through me that he was poor ; he hated me more every day, he doubted me more ; every day he thought more and more 222 LAND ahead! was I wortli this death in life ; every day — there had been a misunderstanding between us. Look ! I am telling you all now, Mr. Vane, as if you were my dearest friend. His suspicions grew, his disgust grew ; not that there was any cause, but that he was ill and miserable and poor and idle and bitterly disappointed. And could I — his wife — stand by idle and do nothing ? It was like the tomb closing over one ; it was standing in a dock, innocent, and hearing the sentence of death given out, and making no protest, uttering no word. Could I bear it ? Say, Mr. Bunbury, if it had been you — you with all your comforts and your social position, or you, Mr. Mortimer, and acting was all you could dq — would not you too have gone on the stage ? '' "No, madame," said he, smiling, "I should not have gone on the stage/' Valentin had unconsciously come out of the gloom ; he stood there visibly enough. Ah ! " exclaimed she, starting. No more should I; Lady Vane," said Mr. Mortimer ; *' I should not have gone on the stage, for I should have felt as my good friend Vane, that I very likely should have had no success there ; but, if I had been a woman, with a (C LAND ahead! 223 woman's sensitive feelings, I most probably, failing anything else, should have taken a crossing." " You have come back to us ? " said Margaret to Valentin. '* Yes ; I am here as your friend, to help you if I can." " Well, think of it, Mr. Vane," said she, turning back again ; " there we were, my husband and I. He proud and angry and suspicious and poor and idle ; for what could he do, with his miserable health 1 and I, proud too, if you like — but just too proud to be idle. Everything urged me on ; not ambition perhaps, but the stage was the open door out of these troubles. I knew myself and my promptings well enough to know I should succeed ; then they all told me so, certain friends I had. I knew it would cost me something " " Apprenticeship, work, drilling, I know," said Mr. Bunbury. " And the associations," said Mr. Mortimer. '^ And the risks," said Valentin. " And the unkind speeches and letters, and the ' former kindnesses all forgot,' and the cold shoulder turned to me so often " "To a lady in your position " said Mr, Bunbury. ' . 224 > LAND ahead! " But anyhow," said slie, quickly, " all that was nothing, absolutely nothing ; Dudley believed in me again, and we were happy." They were all silent. " He always took me every night ; he always sat through it all ; he was always at hand ; then, you know, he caught a chill one evening, and since then " " Well ? " " I was earning, I am earning ; in time we should be better off; in time — but I mean, oh ! Mr. Yane, the doctors say there is not time, and that it is a race between Death and me." Then she fairly broke down and sobbed, bury- ing her face in her hands as she leaned on the table. It was dreadful Valentin started forward, questioning the two downcast faces of the older men. How silent they were. How helpless they all three seemed. " What do you want, Lady Yane ? " said Mr. Bunbury at last. "What can I do for you ? " ''What do I want?" exclaimed she, starting up. ''It is money that I want ; money to bring him back ease and hope and health ; money to give him back the life that I have sjDoilt." LAND ahead! 225 They stood questioning lier excited young face, not knowing what words to choose. " You shall have it all back," she added, quickly, misapprehending their silence. " I do not love money, you know. It is only for him. Is it not so, Valentin ? you know." "Yes, I know." " You are young ; you believe as I do. You are not worldly ; you " " You are misjudging me again. Lady Vane," said Mr. Bunbury, drily. " I only mean that you shall have it all back again ; it is only a loan. Only let me get him well, let me take him south, let me have him again strong and hopeful once more, — he is more hopeful now even than he used to be, — and then I will work and work, oh, so hard, and pay you back." Mr. Bunbury made a movement, as in strenuous dissent. " No ; really I am not talking idly. I know what I am saying. I have succeeded. In time, if only I have time, I shall be rich. But I have not time now ; only God can give us that. Give me the money now, to cheat in the race — to cheat Death." VOL. III. Q 226 LAND ahead! " My poor child, my good little girl, none of lis can do that ; but, you know — Tell her, Mr. Mortimer." Mr. Mortimer hesitated and looked from one to the other. Then he fumbled in his pocket, and brought out a crumpled piece of paper. " Yes, that is it," said Mr. Bunbury, gladly. " You must know I am not Vane at all ; I am Bunbury.'* " I heard you did not like the name of Vane." '* Not at all. And I never was intended to be Vane. I am Bunbury. And Froghambury is yours, and always has been. I do not think I have altered much, or done anything of which you will disapprove. After all. Lady Vane, I hope we may end by being good friends. It has all been a mistake. I do hope you will forgive me your long winter season in London." As for Margaret, she stood like a woman in a dream, turning the little piece of paper over in her fingers. After all, this was a fairy tale ; it could not be sober reality. *' Do not take me in," said she piteously at last. *^ I have been so miserable." *' Only read it," said they. LAND ahead! 227 ^''1 do not wisli Dudley to be disinhe Gilbert Vane. Let the former will stand.' " " Froghambury is yours," said Mr. Bunbury. " You are ricli," said Valentin. .'' Does this little piece of paper do that ? " " No," said Mr. Mortimer ; " but a noble- hearted gentleman does it." "Good heavens !" said Margaret, "how small- natured we little women are ; and how generous a man can be. This, after my conduct to you." " You had provocation." " No, I hadn't. My head was turned by my success. If I could make any reparation, anv " She turned away, unable to speak. " You have a great deal of good feeling, Lady Vane. There is something you might do." " What ? " asked she, quickly, looking up. " I am not a Vane ; the name is not much to me ; but during the last half-hour my interest in you has mlich deepened. I have learnt to respect you as one of the noblest women I have ever met, who has made many sacrifices for the sake of others. Could you make one sacrifice more ? " " Yes," said she at once. Q 2 223 LAND ahead! In fact, wliat was a sacrifice more or less to her then who had made so many ? They could not ask her to give up Dudley. That seemed the only thing she could fear then. ^' Will you give up the stage ? " Had a thunderbolt fallen on her she could not have been more astonished. The colour rushed into her face, the little piece of paper in her hands seemed threatened with instant destruction. '' Give up the stage ! " repeated she. *' I know I am asking a great deal. I am asking you to give up the good opinion of all those who have helped you lately." "Who have stood by me when others turned away." " To bear their gibes and scorn instead." " And of all the world besides." *' I am asking you to surrender the height you have lately reached, all the dearly-bought steps that you have won." " All the work, and the sacrifices, and the aspirations, and the triumphs, all the way I have made all by myself, to sink back into nothing, to be nothing, to live still, but to stagnate, to suffocate in a dull sort of lower existence. Mr. Bunbury, you do not know what you ask." LA5sD ahead! 229 " No, I do not." *^ Think of all the toil and all the hope and the triumj^h. Think of the career, above the heads of half the world.'^ '' I know." "Is it the stage against Froghambury ? " He had not the heart to speak. She held the little paper ready to be torn in two. " Because if it is, I think Dudley would rather I lived and w^orked " "It is not the stage against Froghambury. It is Dudley's life and Froghambury against yours and the stage." " I see what you mean," and she bowed her head. "It is very hard," said she presently. Then the moment after, light came to her. " I see. How stupid I was. I do not care for my life at all ; it is Dudley's." It was very difficult for two testy old bachelors who had disbelieved in women all their lives to know what to say. They did not say much, but they looked a great deal, and in a sort of silent way they tried to testify their gratitude and homage. 230 LAND ahead! " You see it must be so," said she, simply, as if excusing herself. And then they explained it all to her, the will in the cabinet, and the sentence scribbled later in Mr. Mortimer s sight. *' And I am glad it is so," said Mr. Bunbury. " Froghambury Dudley's again ! " said Mar- gtiret ; "I can hardly believe it. The very news will make him well, he loves it so." " Well, cJiacmi a son goutl^ said Mr. Bunbury. *' For my part such a possession at my time of life puts me out horribly. Now I shall be much happier. We shall be friends, shall we not ? I shall have children in my old age ; I shall come near human interest." If, when the story was told and Margaret satisfied, they did drop a hint or two about the duties of her position and why she should leave the public stage, —if there was something sprinkled in about her social duty, and her debts to her neighbours, rich as well as poor ; if Mr. Mortimer did whisper something about every one working in their own sphere, and if Valentin ventured to say something about the path of duty being marked for other people as well as for soldiers, — was it to be wondered at, and was Margaret likely to complain ? LAND ahead! 231 " And you," said slie at last, turning to Valentin, as to a friend long lost, who had returned, " you are quite safe ? have been quite well ? '' "Quite." *' I heard how you fought ; I heard how brave you were ; I read in the paper about the decora- tions you got, — about the Iron Cross, — and I was so glad." Then they parted. The clouds seemed rolling away for both. CHAPTER XY. And is thine own, and so she says ; And cares for thee ten thousand ways. On thee she speaks, on thee she thinks, "With thee she eats, with thee she drinks, With thee she talks, with thee she moans, With thee she sighs, with thee she groans, With thee she says, " Farewell, mine own ! " When thou, God knows, full far art gone. Henry y Earl of Surrey. Two people sitting face to face. They seemed to be waiting for a third presence. dreaded presence ! summons for which we are never quite ready, come when it may ! It was in the dead of night ; the house was buried in slumber save for the two occupants of the little drawing-room ; no sound was there to disturb the tete-a-tete, save when now and again wheels rattled noisily down the street. At length Margaret rose from her chair to tend the fire. "Dudley, it is so late. Had you not better LAND ahead! 233 go to bed now? Will you not let me call the nurse ? " " I am so mucti better to-nio;lit. I am tired of my bed. I want to talk." She came and sat at his feet. "Are you so wakeful then? what would the doctors say to me ? I am sure this is wrong." " Never fear. I shall soon be beyond doctors' laws." " Oh yes, I hope so, but still " He scanned her face. She had not caught his meanmg. I shall not want any more doctors." She glanced up at him, for she had shifted her position to a stool at his feet. '' I thought you were so much better? " " Yes, so much better." She looked but half satisfied, and he rested his hand on her head. " Your mother came to-day, Dudley, did she not ? " "Yes. She asked very kindly after you, especially when I said it was through you we had Froghambury again." " I wonder when we shall be able to move you there, Dudley ? " 234 LAND ahead! I *' Never." \ She gazed up at him, terror-stricken, and her \ eyes filled with tears. i " It is true, Margaret. It is too late now. I asked the doctor to-day. I shall never see Froghambury again." Her sobs were the only response she made. " You must have expected this, Margaret ? " ''I thought you would be better now." *' No ; I shall never be better. It has come to good-bye at last. I thought I might say it to-night ; but I do not know now that I shall have strength. There is so much to say, and I am so weak." " Do not say it now, Dudley," said she, putting her hand in his ; " I know all you would say, and let us wait till another time, when you- are stronger. Will you not go to bed now ? " "I want to say good-bye now, Margaret. Help me, can't you ? And I can t move till I have said it all ; it is such a weight. Can't you understand ? " "What do you want to tell me? Let me imagine it all. But, Dudley, Dudley, you must not, cannot die. I cannot let you go. Let me die instead." LAND AHEAD ! 235 He stroked her hair fondly, seeking to gather strength and words. " It has not been long, our life together, after all, has it, child ? We — I might have made more of it. Can you forgive me, Margaret ? " " Forgive you ! " " How passionately T longed for it, in those early days at Sonnenthal. How clearly it comes back to one. How clearly one does see, Margot, just when one is going away, and it is too late." " Hush, Dudley ! you are not going." " How wicked the passionate wish made me, and then when I got it how I spoilt it. I ought never to have had it ; I have never been worthy. You did the best you could, you tried to save me from myself. But can you forgive me all, Margaret '? Say it once before I die.'' "Whatever there be, I forgive all. But, Dudley, there is nothing." **Ah, it is nonsense asking your forgiveness when you do not know what you have to forgive. I must tell you, Margaret." "Never mind it now, Dudley." Then he half raised himself in the chair, looking at her anxious, tear-stained face as he did so. 236 LAND ahead! " You are so good," said he. " I should have liked to live a little longer if I might, to catch some of your nobleness, and to understand good- ness clearer, and to be better. Now I do not know what God will say to me.'' '' He will forgive." " It is only lately I have begun to see." Then he stared into the fire, and she tried in vain to restrain her tears and to govern her voice. " So now forgive me, Margaret. I will confess — and then — but promise me absolution first — or no ; that isn't fair, only I mean, I cannot die and you unforgiving. Well, child, I'll trust your love through it all. It was after all because I loved you so that I sinned so deeply.'^ " It is forgiven, Dudley, before you speak." " I tried to kill him, Margaret." " I know." " Ah, not then — not out of the study window, though I did then, and meant it too for a mad half- second. Good heavens ! how glad I was , when I saw him safe, and knew I had missed my aim. No, not then, but years ago at Sonnenthal." Margaret started. ** That was when I really would have murdered him. I thought you loved him, and I loved you. LAND ahead! 2S7 I would not be baulked. And lie — ob, he drove me mad witb bis calm air of superiority, and tbe quiet way be took possession of you. Then, too, he bad saved my life, and it bound me, and I hated him for it." He whispered the words, and as he watched her face be looked like a criminal awaiting his sentence. " What did you do, Dudley ? " " Nothing, for be turned and spoke. He was standing on the river edge. Another moment, and he would have been pushed headlong, and eternity would have begun for him." No sound in tbe room save the ticking of tbe clock on the mantel-piece. " And afterwards you were sorry ? " *' No, I wasn't. I do not know that I was sorry till lately, when you have put all jealous suspicions and all mean thoughts to shame by your noble self-denial and hard work." " You have never doubted my love lately ? " " Never, child, never. But what can you say to me now ? " " I think when one loves a person very much one forgives everything ; one loves even their faults. You are changed since those early days, 238 LAND ahead! and so am I. That past must all be forgiven. Poor Dudley/' Then she kissed him. " How different life has turned out from what we expected," said he. "Not so happy?" she asked. *' Happier far, only such a different sort of happiness from what one thought of — truer, better." How pale he was ; and his words came in low, short jerks. *^And now, Dudley, in these dark days lately, when I have been workino^ and actinoj there on the stage, what have you thought ? " " You ? Tell me first your thoughts ? " *^Mine, Dudley! Why, you know them. I only thought of you. What was my jest that I made, or what to me my fictitious tears ? I only looked to you to see how you took them. Or what to me was the surging, applauding house if you were silent ? what to me was my own heart- ache or my own sorrow if you were smiling ? " " And is it all over ? " asked he. *^Yes; I promised. It is all given up." " I am glad." Half-an-hour later he moved in his chair. LAND ahead! 239 " Margaret, it is good-bye now. I am going." She clung to him. " Let me send for the rest ; they will save you, they will keep you with me," "No, no, wife." "Yes; let me " But he silenced her with a sio^n. "You will live at Froghambury/' he said at last. " Yes." " You will say good-bye to them all for me." " Y^es." And then at last — " Margaret, you are so young ; you will marry again." " No, Dudley, never. I swear it." His eyes seemed to question her hungrily, as if he wanted a reason. "I can seek for and hope for no individual happiness again, all that is past and done with. In time, if God will it so, I may be fit to join you in heaven, with a soul shriven by self-denial and by faith in Him. Dudley, when all the brightness has gone out of one's own life, one does not care about it any more ; one throws it away like an empty bottle. And one only thinks 240 LAND ahead! about making tlie days of others bright when one has spoilt one's own." " God bless you, Margot, and give you bright days yet." By and by an expression of peace settled on his face, and he closed his eyes gently. By degrees the hand that Margaret held in hers seemed to grow cold. With a shriek she roused herself from the stupor of sorrow in which she had been lost. " Husband, you cannot leave me thus." He opened his eyes, and they seemed to smile on her. But others had heard her scream, and they came running to help. Too late I too late ! Doctors and nurses and restoratives and loving hands and hearts might be there — it was too late. The Angel of Death had come ; the summons had gone forth ; the spirit had already winged its way on its unknown flight ; no love or entreaties could call it back again ; no despairing cry could win a word and break the silence now. CHAPTER XVI. The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept^ "Were toiling upward in the night. Nor deem the irrevocable past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain. Ladder of St. Augustine. Triumph after conflict, joy after suffering. Dawn peers out jealously, as if trembling at tlie sight she will unfold, and AYednesday, the 1st of March, is here. Out of the very jaws and fangs of death they come ; out of suffering and bitterness and furious despair ; from bloody battle-fields and days and nights of weary, anxious watching they come ; and the rest, de- feated, grind their teeth and look on. Valentin is there. After the agony now he is tasting victory. And is it not glorious ? What do the German hearts feel, what do VOL. III. R 242 LAND ahead! those 30,000 men feel as they defile through the Arc de Triomphe, and what does the Fatherland, with all the hearts in it beating with one throb, feel ? That the glory is worth the cost, that the struggle has been worth the pent-up strength, that the reward has been worth the waiting, that the crown is worth the cross. They come, and still they come. Eank and file they tramp aloDg. And a brilliant company march with the con- quering army. The Duke of Coburg, the Grand Duke of Mecklenburg, Prince Albrecht, Prince Adalbert, Prince Leopold were there, and the 30,000 men. And Prance looked on, and smiled bitterly. The remembrance of that bitter smile will last for many a day. Next morning the foes, so long face to face, parted, and the homeward march of the con- querors began. So Valentin too was victor. Valentin too marched home. Orations, welcomes, tears of joy, warmest greetings smiled on him. He was a hero. Life might begin again for him now. He seemed as if he had crossed the valley of LAND AHEAD ! 243 the shadow of death, and the sun that rose for him now was strange and new. Could he make friends with life once more ? Ah, yes ; and better, more sincerely now. They stood on a truer footing now towards each other ; there would be no chance of mis- understanding. Praise he had had, glory he had tasted ; had they intoxicated him ? Nay; he was full of ambition still. He longed for work, for employment, for advance- ment, and for progress. Interests grew around him which ever way he turned ; Berlin seemed too small for his ambition ; his profession did not satisfy him. How multi- farious were his dreams and needs ; how insatiable his wants and hopes ; but how realistic too. The romance of war had taught him the reality of life. Through his sufferings and the misery he had seen around him he had become perfected in his knowledge and love of human life. Before he had been a soldier of fortune. Now he was a warrior to combat injustice and wrong. One day, walking in Berlin, his notice was attracted by the figure of a woman in deep mourning walking some little way in front ,of R 2 244 LAND AHEAD ! j him. It was not the mourning, for nearly every one now wore some sign of recent loss, but the ; walk, the step seemed familiar to him ; the figure, \ notwithstanding its heavy disguise, looked like j Maro-aret Vane's. But he quickly lost it in the throng of i foot-passengers ; he had watched it half absently, now he went on his way with his head full of other things, half vexed with himself for his thought, and then he added to himself, laughing — "If it was Lady Vane she must have gone into the hospital." The very wildness of the notion, when he knew she was in England with her husband, for he had not heard of Dudley's death, made him smile. About a week after he had himself occasion to go to the hospital, to ask for some favour for a soldier who had fought under him. He was at once shown into the committee-room, where were several people talking. Whose was that pale face ? whose that voice ? He started as if he had been shot. He would have known the voice among a hundred. It was Margaret ; there, seated at a table, on LAND ahead! 245 which were strewed many papers, she sat, seeming intent on the business of the hospital. Valentin sat clown, as if to wait his turn, but in reality to hide his confusion. As for Margaret, as if by accident, her veil fell over her face, and she did not raise her hand to lift it again. Valentin sat listening to the hum of voices like a man in a dream. Margaret living in Berlin ! Margaret working in an hospital I How different this from the stage, the footlights, the excitement, and the applause of w^hich he had seen her the centre in London. Valentin's uniform and medals soon gained him notice ; very soon an official stood there awaiting his wishes, and inviting him to come to the table. Oh no, Valentin would not go to the table ; he could say there quite well what he had to say ; his business was very simple. He found he could not face Margaret thus before these strangers, and, his case stated, he speedily with- drew, though with his kindly heart he did not at once leave the building, but he went into some of the wards to see some of his poor wounded comrades. 24:6 LAND ahead! He was sitting by the bed-side of one of them, going over again some of the hard fighting they had seen together, when Margaret hastily entered. It was quite wonderful to see the change that came over the sad place at her presence ; it was like a ray of light stealing in ; smiles lit up the sufferers' faces, and all those that could, rose from their recumbent posture to greet her. As for Valentin, he sat riveted to the spot watching her. How simply it was done. A few kind words, a smile here, a small present there, an anxious inquiry next, and a long talk with the nurses, which showed all how deeply their interests lay at her heart, and she was gone. Valentin thought he had not been seen. That night, at a party, he asked one or two friends if they knew Lady Vane. " Know her ! yes, indeed. She is a guardian anofel to our wounded soldiers, she is a Florence Nightingale ; she works for them night and day, she spares no trouble, no care. She is half German, but married a rich Englishman, and now spends her money on the wounded Father- land. You should see her, and see how they all love her.'' LAND ahead! 247 " Does she live in Berlin ? " *' No ; I think not. But here is Frau Stein- gracht ; you know her ? '^ Valentin nearly rushed into the old lady's arms. When greetings and congratulations were over, she said — '' Ah, Valentin ! Well ; now are you going to marry Lotta ? I couldn't live with her, I was obliged to give it up and come back to Berlin. But you ? " " No, no," said Valentin ; *' I shall not ever marry. I liave too much to do. It is only rich men who can marry." " Ah I " and Frau Steingracht drew a long breath. "You are wrong. Every one should marry. But I know your dream. It was little Margot. Well, she is in Berlin — and a widow ; marry her." Valentin coloured to the roots of his hair. " Is she in Berlin ? Tell me." "Oh yes; I met her, and then I went to see her. She is only here for a time. Working herself to death, doing good everywhere, and spending all her money on the Fatherland. I do not think she will live, Valentin ; there is a sort of unearthly look about her, like an angel might 248 LAND ahead! have ; and yet she says she is so happy ; and, moreover, she is so soft, so subdued. No fire in her eyes, as there used to be in the old days, except sometimes when she is talking to the poor wounded." Then she told him all about Dudley's death ; how Margaret's home was now once more at Frog- hambury ; and Valentin walked home that night in the starlight feeling very sad and thoughtful. He did not go to the hospital again ; for weeks he neither heard or saw anything of Margaret. He had his work to do, and his life seemed very full of projects and interest. Yet he longed to see her ; he should like to see into her life, and know for himself if she were happy. If only he felt fitter to confront her — that was the doubt. At last, one afternoon, he was going to his barracks across some public gardens, and in one of the side-walks he saw Margaret by herself. He stopped irresolute ; should he speak to her ? She did not see him ; she was slowly pacing along, looking now at the flowers, now at the water, by the side of which the walk ran. There was a smile on her face. She stepped on to the little bridge ; then, like a child, picked up a pebble and dropped it into the water. LAND AHEAD ! 2l9 " That is like an idle person ; as you fall, so you stay/' said she, aloud ; *' but what am I like ? " She looked about for a simile. *' I am nothing ; that is most like me. I belong entirely to other people now, for their use ; and I am happiest so." In truth she looked happy enough. Valentin went on his way without disturbing her. She had preached self-sacrifice unconsciously. If he could have learnt it years ago his life would have been happier too before this. But even now happiness seemed to be coquet- ting with him, fanning his cheek with the evening breeze, as he walked swiftly on to his work. He used, long ago, to think happiness his right ; then he lost all sight of it, and thought it a phantom ; now dimly it seemed as if it were in truth hoverino: about him, and mio;ht some day, if not sought for itself, be his. In those busy days it almost seemed to begin to come true at once. In the autumn he went to Sonnenthal. There, walkino; in the evenino; twilight, he tried to dream the old dream once more. How hazily, how vaguely it aU came to him. 250 LAND ahead! How changed he was since then. What a foolish boy's part he had played then. How he had misunderstood life. How he had tempted fate. Lotta Senden told him so, smiling at him coquettishly as ever. He half laughed in his heart, for he knew she meant that fate was offering him good things again, and that he was tempting her still. He half felt inclined to close with the offer. " And you are not married yet, Lotta ? I am surprised." " You ask me such a question as that ! " " Oh, well. I mean — " and he looked down on the ground and drew a pattern with his stick, and then he looked up to the frowning old castle, that could not smile, though the sun was doing his best to make it look pleasant, and he wondered what he should say next. " And you, Valentin ; will you not be thinking of marrying now ? " The question jarred on him. " I think of marrying ! No, certainly not. I shall never marry as long as I live. I have not time." " You haven't time ! Oh, I did not know you were so busy." LAND ahead! 251 "Yes, I am. Life is short enough, in all conscience. I have not half time to do all I want. Have you ever thought, Lotta, what a lot there is to do ? How many people to help, how many things to put right, how many sorrows to heal, how many men to teach, how much to discover, how much to do " " No ; I never found it out." *' I suppose not." " And so that is really your reason. You have not time to marry ! " He took a turn on the terrace and came back to her. *' Look, Lotta, you have been very good to me. I will tell you something if you like." His voice was strangely soft as he spoke. She turned her head to listen. *' Have you ever had an ideal before you, who showed you all that was good and pure and noble and worth loving, and " " Yes, Valentin." She had risen now, and her hand was within his arm. "I had such an ideal. It made earth, heaven." " It was false, then." " No ; I was false to it." 252 LAND ahead! They walked together in silence. " Perhaps I did not understand it. At all events, I played with it ; so cruelly, that I lost it. Afterwards, when I found it again, I marred it. Lotta, in looking at it, so foolishly, so passionately, so humanly, I fell " They had reached the little bench by the river's brim, where Dudley Vane and Valentin had once stood together. " You too had an ideal, Lotta ? " ^' Yes." " Who — what was your ideal like ? " *' You are my ideal." It was a still summer evening. The trees whispered lovingly overhead ; the river kissed the green bank at their feet. But there was discord in Valentin's heart. "You mistake, Lotta. You think you see peace, but there is no peace for me yet. I am but beginning life now." "You told me that years ago," said she, angrily. ''But that was a mistake. I began all wrong. I have to begin again." "You jest." " I was never farther from it. I used to think LAND ahead! 253 one must win by wishing. Now I see one only wins by fighting." " You say you fell from your ideal ? " she asked, presently. " Yes ; shall I ever rise again, think you ? " asked he, pathetically. "Will hard work, and sufiering, and real honest, hard fighting ever shrive me clean from that ofi'ence against the purest " " I think so," said a woman's voice close by. " How strange it is to hear these tones and such w^ords." " Why, Lady Yane, is it you ? " ''Will you speak to me too, Frau Senden ? How strange to find you here. And yet I might have expected it." What questions there were ; what surprise and astonishment. " I only came this evening from Berlin. I am on my way to England. I came to see the old haunts. I " And then this very human heroine began to cry. It was the memory of the happy days, of the dreams they had all dreamed so w^ell. She had to tell her story. Her heavy mourn- ing might have told them, but nearly every one 254 LAND AHEAD ! in Germany was in mourning for the war. It told them nothing. So she told her tale : Dudley's death, her life at Froghambury, her great solitude. " And so you are a rich widow ? " asked Frau Senden. " Yes." "And you will marry again ? " '* I ! No ; I shall never marry again. I took my youth into my own hands for myself ; my life now is for others." " Why," said Frau Senden, laughing, " that is what Valentin says." '* My friend, when one has been very sad, very sorrowful, that sort of personal happiness does not seem possible at all. It does not please one. Now I only care for other people's happiness, and it is the truest. Lately I have come to Germany to see what I can do to help it to recovery, to comfort the sick and wounded, and to aid the bereaved and afflicted as much as I may. Life almost smiles again so. Moreover, dear friends, I have my duties at home. Will you both come and see me there ? Promise." They promised gladly, and presently Margaret talked calmly enough. " Who lives at Blumenthal now ? " asked she. LAND ahead! 255 "No one; people come and look at it, but no one seems to care for it." "Ah! it was a dream-house, only fitted for dreamy people as I and father were then. And * The Three Eoses ' ? is it still the same, and evervthino; else ? " " Everything is just the same, only the people are changed, and we miss you, Margaret." The old Ehine rushed by. There seemed something of tenderness in the music of the passionate waters to-day. " I am going to say something very silly,'' said Margaret at last. They both waited. " AVhy do not you two cousins marry ? " There was an awful silence. " That is not life, Lady Vane," said Valentin at last, " that is only book-life, the story one sees in a novel, when everybody couples off to make every- thing look smooth and finished. That is romance ; that is not life. The reality is, that generally the wrong people pair off, and the rest have to dance alone for ever. As for me, I must live yet ; I have not yet worked to deserve happiness. One must put one's shoulder to the wheel before one can reach the top of the hill. I shall get there some day." 256 LAND ahead! " My old friend, we seem both to have learnt our lesson," said Margaret, smiling sadly. " And you both seem very anxious to put it into practice," said Lotta, laughing. ''As for Lotta, I heard of a gallant soldier when I was in Berlin — a hero of course — who is very anxious to share his victor's wreath with her, and to give her the glory of his name. If I were Lotta, I almost think I should welcome him to Sonnenfels." ''I almost think I shall. What do you say, Margaret ? " " Certainly I should. One does not have the chance of a hero for a husband every day." Frau Senden laughed and signed assent. As for the other two, they sat silent in the deepening evening shades. The moon rose over the hill. " I must go," said Margaret. And yet she was unwilling. The soft undertone of the waters was so soothing to the straining ear. It was like a cradle -song to a weary child. " It seems to tell of peace and rest," said she, pointing to the now sparkling water. *' And happiness," murmured Valentin. CHAPTER XYII. -with a touch of nobleness, despite Their error, upward tending all though weak, Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, But dream of him and guess where he may be. And do their best to climb and get to him. — Paracelsus. Two years have passed since Valentin and Frau Senden promised to go and see Margaret at home ; a promise that Frau Senden seems un- likely to fulfil. For she and Sonnenfels have found their master, and Lotta is more German than ever, and has very few holidays from home. Sometimes Lotta thinks that the swagger of her Berlin hero is something very like tyranny. But Valentin has no such fetters ; and he has a holiday. And welcome indeed it is. His busy life, gain him what happiness and consideration it may, does not give him much rest, and there is a worn look sometimes on his handsome face. He makes use of his holiday to go to England. VOL. III. S 258 LAND ahead! Prom London he writes a note to Lady Vane and begs for a summer day at Froghambury. *'Come at once," is the answer. "You will find some old friends here.'' Valentin and Margaret seemed to have emerged out of the " Sturm and Drang " period into a calm haven of rest at last. Again he got out of his carriage at the bottom of the hill, again he walked up alone. As he went he thought of his former arrival, when Dudley was alive, and gaiety was the order of the day. Now what should he find ? He let himself in quietly at the garden-gate and threw himself on the grass to rest amid the well-remembered scenes. " You silly boy," said a voice, " when there is no wind, how can the kite fly ? " '' And yesterday you said there was too much." Valentin looked up. There was Margaret, in a white dress, and a garden hat hanging on her arm. *' Come, Maurice, come to me." A strikingly handsome boy ran up to her. ^'Keep me always, Auntie Margot ; don't ever send me away. You and I have such fun." LAND ahead! 259 " All right, my boy. But we must go to tea now, or they will think we are lost." The couple disappeared hand in hand down the glade. Valentin got up at last and walked towards the house. He saw a group of people gathered under the trees below the terrace. "Eun, Maurice, and fetch that gentleman," Valentin heard Margaret say. " And who are you, Maurice ? " asked Valentin, as he took the child's hand. " I am Auntie Margot's son." " Oh ! " *'Not son, godson I mean; and — and — more than that." " You mysterious being," said Valentin. After all, it was a pretty picture, when a moment after, warm welcome given, they all sat down again as old friends. I must explain, as a showman might. First there was Margaret, who in a sort of subdued contentment seemed to strive to provoke smiles on the faces of all around ; there were Lorraine and Lord Chester, and more prosper- ous, more radiant than ever was our old friend Mr. Tudor ; close to him sat Mr. Mortimer, who S 2 260 LAND ahead! had on a new buflf waistcoat, and on it the never- failing eye-glass reposed ; as for the other gen- tleman, it was Mr. Bunbury. " I expect you will not remember me, sir," said he to Valentin. *' I call myself grandpapa." Maurice laughed. " And I must introduce my child," said Lady Chester. '' Yes ; only he is mine," said Lady Vane, " mine by adoption, and as he is your number three, I know you will spare him to me some day ; won't she, Maurice ? " " I will have two mammas always ; and by and by. Mamma Margot, when I am a man, I will help you to do all you have to do." '*You will be my god Laughter always, my boy, and keep me from getting a cross old woman." The boy put his arms round her neck. " You are goddess Laughter to us all now, Lady Vane," said Lord Chester. " Oh no ; I am Folly," said Margaret. " What do you say, Mr. Bunbury ? " The water of the cascade, the hum of the insects, the evening breeze all made a musical undertone. LAND ahead! 261 Mr. Bunbury was so long answering, they thought it was never coming. '^I never was poetical," said he at last (Mr. Mortimer took up his eye-glass to see better), " but, watching you here at home in your ' Earthly Paradise,' with your thousand little avocations and daily duties, and all your efforts for other people, you seem to me to be like Peace after a storm." " If that is not poetry, I should like to know what is," said Lord Chester. " Hush ! " said Lorraine. '' All life nobly lived is poetry, rightly understood." "And I," said Valentin, "having dropped into this Eden, feel as in the trough the waves make : rough sea behind, white wave in front. I rest in my cradle awhile ; but shall I ever climb to the top ? " THE END. CLAY A.ND TAYLOR, PRINTERS. Icbirateb TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE BLOUNT y )l i l iM ^ Si ^^ ^^ ii Mmmmms, "NiypRSITY OF ILUNOIS-URiANA 3 0112 046410509 '^ r