Chetwynd Calverley. Ainsworth William Harrison

then voices were heard outside that startled them both, and checked their converse.

      “Great heaven, it is your father!” exclaimed Mrs. Calverley. “He has risen from the bed of death to come here!”

      Next moment the door was thrown open, and the old gentleman came in, sustained by Norris.

      A dressing-gown scarcely concealed his emaciated frame. His features had the most ghastly expression, and bore the impress of death. But for the aid of the old butler he must have fallen to the ground.

      Behind him came Mildred, carrying a light.

      “Why did you allow him to quit his couch?” cried his wife, in a voice of anguish.

      “I remonstrated with him,” replied Norris. “But I could not prevent him. He would come down to see his son.”

      “I likewise tried to dissuade him, but in vain,” said Mildred,

      “Chetwynd is here, is he not?” cried the old man. “I can’t see him.”

      “Yes, I am here, father,” he replied, springing towards him, and throwing himself at his feet. “Have you come to grant me forgiveness?”

      “Yes, my son,” replied the old man. “But first let me hear that you are reconciled to my dear wife – your stepmother. Answer me truly. Is it so?”

      “Father!” hesitated Chetwynd.

      “Stand up, my son,” said the old man.

      Chetwynd obeyed.

      “Now, speak to me. Is there peace between you?”

      “If you can forgive her, father, I will forgive her.”

      “I have nothing to forgive. She has been the best of wives to me, and is without a fault. These are my last words.”

      “Your blessing, father – your blessing!” almost shrieked Chetwynd.

      The old man made an effort to raise his hands; but strength and utterance failed him, and he fell dead into his son’s arms.

END OF THE INTRODUCTION

      BOOK THE FIRST – MILDRED

      I. SUITORS

|Mrs. Calverley had been nearly a year a widow

      She was still at Ouselcroft, and apparently meant to remain there. No change whatever had been made in the establishment, and old Norris was still in his place.

      The will had not been disputed, and the widow was in possession of her late husband’s entire property.

      She intended to allow Chetwynd six hundred a year, in accordance with his father’s request, and instructed Mr Carteret to pay him the amount quarterly; but he peremptorily refused to accept any allowance from her, and ordered the money to be returned.

      He had remained at Ouselcroft until after the funeral, and then went abroad. As may be supposed, no reconciliation took place between him and his stepmother.

      Hitherto the fair widow had lived in perfect retirement with Mildred, and was only to be seen arrayed in deep mourning in Daresbury Church, in the vaults of which her husband was interred; but she now began to pay visits, and receive her friends.

      When Mildred re-appeared in society, after her temporary seclusion, she created quite a sensation.

      We are afraid to say how many persons fell in love with her. She was still in mourning, of course, but her dark attire set off her fair tresses and exquisitely delicate complexion, and suited her slight graceful figure. Then her amiable and captivating manner heightened the effect of her charms, and rendered her almost irresistible.

      During her father’s lifetime she had been greatly admired, and was accounted, as we have said, the prettiest girl in Cheshire; but her beauty was more talked about now, and many a gallant youth thought himself excessively fortunate if he could obtain her hand for a waltz.

      But Mildred was by no means a flirt, and had no desire to make conquests. On the contrary, she was a very quiet girl, and gave the herd of young men who beset her at balls and parties very little encouragement. She did not care to dance much, and would only dance with those who pleased her, or amused her.

      There was no sort of rivalry between the lovely girl and her beautiful stepmother. That there were already numerous aspirants to the hand of the wealthy young widow was certain; but it was equally certain she was in no haste to take another husband. She, therefore, felt no jealousy of Mildred, but was delighted to see her admired and sought after, and would willingly have promoted any advantageous match.

      Mildred, however, made some objection or other to all who were recommended to her. Thus, when Mrs. Calverley praised young Mr. Capesthorne, and said he would have a fine old Elizabethan mansion, with a park attached to it, and asked if he wouldn’t do, the young lady replied that she admired Mr. Capesthorne’s old house, but didn’t care for him.

      Again, when Colonel Blakemere, who was about to return to Madras, and wanted to take a wife with him, paid her marked attention, and got Mrs. Calverley to back his suit, Mildred settled the matter by declaring she would never go to India.

      However, these were nothing as compared with what followed.

      It never rains but it pours, and offers now came by the dozen.

      Mrs. Calverley received a number of little notes, the writers whereof begged permission to wait upon her, intimating that they had an important matter to lay before her, and at the same time making some slight reference to Mildred, that left her no doubt as to their object.

      Before replying to any of them, she consulted Mildred; and, having ascertained her sentiments, agreed to see a couple of them on a particular day, and within half an hour of each other.

      On the appointed day she was alone in the drawing-room, seated in an easy-chair, and wondering who would appear first, when Mr. Vernon Brook was announced by Norris.

      Mr. Vernon Brook belonged to a good old family, but was a younger son.

      Dark, sallow-complexioned, and long-visaged, he piqued himself upon having a Vandyke face. To assist the expression, he scrupulously shaved his cheeks, and cultivated a pointed beard.

      He had ridden over from his father’s place, which was about ten miles off, and arrived in very good spirits, deeming himself sure of success.

      Mrs. Calverley received him very graciously, and begged him to be seated. After a few words had passed between them, he came to the point.

      “I’ve a question to ask you, my dear Mrs. Calverley, which I hope you will be able to answer in the affirmative. Your daughter – step-daughter, I ought to say – is a very charming girl, and I want to know if I have your permission to pay my addresses to her?”

      He said this in a very easy manner, and as if quite certain the response would be favourable.

      Mrs. Calverley’s looks rather discouraged him.

      “I must be allowed to consider THe matter, Mr. Brook,” she replied. “My late husband entrusted his daughter entirely to my care, and I cannot allow an engagement to take place unless I feel sure it would conduce to her happiness.”

      “But this would not amount to an engagement, my dear madam, though it might lead to one – at least, I hope so.”

      “It will be best to come to a clear understanding at first, Mr. Brook. I think it right to say that I see no objection to you. You have many agreeable personal qualities, and are unexceptionable in regard to family, but I am not exactly aware of your expectations.”

      Vernon Brook’s dark cheek coloured, and he rather hesitated. He was not prepared for such a point-blank question.

      “I am a younger son, as you are aware, Mrs. Calverley,” He said; “and, like most younger sons, my expectations are not very great.”

      “I may as well speak frankly, Mr. Brook,” she rejoined. “He who aspires to Miss Calverley’s hand must bring a corresponding fortune. He must have a thousand a year, or a prospect of it.”

      “I