The Tenant of Wildfell Hall Anne BrontĂ« (librera reader .txt) đ
- Author: Anne Brontë
Book online «The Tenant of Wildfell Hall Anne BrontĂ« (librera reader .txt) đ». Author Anne BrontĂ«
The picture was strikingly beautiful; it was the very scene itself, transferred as if by magic to the canvas; but I expressed my approbation in guarded terms, and few words, for fear of displeasing her. She, however, attentively watched my looks, and her artistâs pride was gratified, no doubt, to read my heartfelt admiration in my eyes. But, while I gazed, I thought upon the book, and wondered how it was to be presented. My heart failed me; but I determined not to be such a fool as to come away without having made the attempt. It was useless waiting for an opportunity, and useless trying to concoct a speech for the occasion. The more plainly and naturally the thing was done, the better, I thought; so I just looked out of the window to screw up my courage, and then pulled out the book, turned round, and put it into her hand, with this short explanation:
âYou were wishing to see Marmion, Mrs. Graham; and here it is, if you will be so kind as to take it.â
A momentary blush suffused her faceâ âperhaps, a blush of sympathetic shame for such an awkward style of presentation: she gravely examined the volume on both sides; then silently turned over the leaves, knitting her brows the while, in serious cogitation; then closed the book, and turning from it to me, quietly asked the price of itâ âI felt the hot blood rush to my face.
âIâm sorry to offend you, Mr. Markham,â said she, âbut unless I pay for the book, I cannot take it.â And she laid it on the table.
âWhy cannot you?â
âBecause,ââ âshe paused, and looked at the carpet.
âWhy cannot you?â I repeated, with a degree of irascibility that roused her to lift her eyes and look me steadily in the face.
âBecause I donât like to put myself under obligations that I can never repayâ âI am obliged to you already for your kindness to my son; but his grateful affection and your own good feelings must reward you for that.â
âNonsense!â ejaculated I.
She turned her eyes on me again, with a look of quiet, grave surprise, that had the effect of a rebuke, whether intended for such or not.
âThen you wonât take the book?â I asked, more mildly than I had yet spoken.
âI will gladly take it, if you will let me pay for it.â I told her the exact price, and the cost of the carriage besides, in as calm a tone as I could commandâ âfor, in fact, I was ready to weep with disappointment and vexation.
She produced her purse, and coolly counted out the money, but hesitated to put it into my hand. Attentively regarding me, in a tone of soothing softness, she observedâ ââYou think yourself insulted, Mr. Markhamâ âI wish I could make you understand thatâ âthat Iâ ââ
âI do understand you, perfectly,â I said. âYou think that if you were to accept that trifle from me now, I should presume upon it hereafter; but you are mistaken:â âif you will only oblige me by taking it, believe me, I shall build no hopes upon it, and consider this no precedent for future favours:â âand it is nonsense to talk about putting yourself under obligations to me when you must know that in such a case the obligation is entirely on my sideâ âthe favour on yours.â
âWell, then, Iâll take you at your word,â she answered, with a most angelic smile, returning the odious money to her purseâ ââbut remember!â
âI will rememberâ âwhat I have said;â âbut do not you punish my presumption by withdrawing your friendship entirely from meâ âor expect me to atone for it by being more distant than before,â said I, extending my hand to take leave, for I was too much excited to remain.
âWell, then! let us be as we were,â replied she, frankly placing her hand in mine; and while I held it there, I had much difficulty to refrain from pressing it to my lips;â âbut that would be suicidal madness: I had been bold enough already, and this premature offering had well-nigh given the deathblow to my hopes.
It was with an agitated, burning heart and brain that I hurried homewards, regardless of that scorching noonday sunâ âforgetful of everything but her I had just leftâ âregretting nothing but her impenetrability, and my own precipitancy and want of tactâ âfearing nothing but her hateful resolution, and my inability to overcome itâ âhoping nothingâ âbut haltâ âI will not bore you with my conflicting hopes and fearsâ âmy serious cogitations and resolves.
IXThough my affections might now be said to be fairly weaned from Eliza Millward, I did not yet entirely relinquish my visits to the vicarage, because I wanted, as it were, to let her down easy; without raising much sorrow, or incurring much resentmentâ âor making myself the talk of the parish; and besides, if I had wholly kept away, the vicar, who looked upon my visits as paid chiefly, if not entirely, to himself, would have felt himself decidedly affronted by the neglect. But when I called there the day after my interview with Mrs. Graham, he happened to be from homeâ âa circumstance by no means so agreeable to me now as it had been on former occasions. Miss Millward was there, it is true, but she, of course, would be little better than a nonentity. However, I resolved to make my visit a short one, and to talk to Eliza in a brotherly, friendly sort of way, such as our long acquaintance might warrant me in assuming, and which, I thought, could neither give offence nor serve to encourage false hopes.
It was never my custom to talk about Mrs. Graham either to her or anyone else; but I had not been seated three minutes before she brought that lady on to the carpet herself in a rather remarkable manner.
âOh, Mr. Markham!â said she, with a shocked expression and voice subdued almost to a whisper, âwhat do you think of these shocking reports about Mrs. Graham?â âcan you encourage us to disbelieve them?â
âWhat reports?â
âAh, now! you know!â she slyly
Comments (0)