It was a long and fierce fight, but youth, with hope shining now in upon the young man's heart, prevailed; and though no encouraging letter from Isa--no communication came from the Castle but a formal inquiry or two made on the part of Sir Murray--Brace daily grew stronger, telling himself that he would yet, perhaps, see the day when all would be made plain. There was a feeling of exultation that came upon the young man, when he saw the proud, happy bearing that seemed to have come upon his father? and more than once there was a fond blessing from her who had held faith when all the world disbelieved. This exultation did more than all Dr Challen's medicaments, but the doctor took to himself the credit, all the same.

Brace's ship sailed without him, and he could not but rejoice at the time afforded him for further investigation, while he prayed earnestly that accident might again favour him, though at times his heart sank, as rumours came of the state of affairs at the Castle. For though he had dismissed them as impossible, utterly refusing them credence, at times charging Sir Murray Gernon with subterfuge, at others giving him the credit of believing the words he had whispered, they began now, as he approached convalescence, to make a deep and lasting impression upon him. He had not seen her--he had not heard from her, and the gap between the families seemed almost to have widened since the discovery of the cross; but there was no Lord Maudlaine at the Castle now: he had taken his departure, and Brace was hopeful that it was for good; when one day, when he had regained his strength, his heart leaped tumultuously, for he saw Isa approaching him, on her favourite mare, attended as usual by Peter Barlow.

It might be wrong, but he could not help it, and he hurried forward to meet her, his hands outstretched, and face bright and eager, but to his utter despair she touched the mare with her whip, averted her head, and cantered by, leaving him, almost giddy with misery, by the road-side.

Book 2, Chapter XXVI.

WHY ISA GERNON AVOIDED BRACE.

Lord Maudlaine had indeed left the Castle, but not for the reason Brace Norton had hoped. The time was getting on, and a hint or two to that effect from his friend in London had induced him to seek an opportunity for speaking to Isa alone.

The opportunity was soon afforded him, for Sir Murray, guessing his wish, and himself anxious that the marriage should take place, left them one evening together in the drawing-room, while he sought his study, where, a quarter of an hour after, the Viscount came to him.

"What! so soon?" said Sir Murray.

"Utter refusal--appeal to my feelings--impossible to accept me--and all that sort of thing," said the Viscount, angrily. "I'm being played with, Sir Murray Gernon," he exclaimed, bitterly--"led on and trifled with!"

"Are you willing to take her as she is--to risk all?" said Sir Murray, quietly.

"Quite--yes, of course," said his lordship.

"Stay here, then, till I return," said Sir Murray.

He went to the drawing-room, where he found Isa, vainly striving to keep back her tears.

"Come here and sit down, Isa," he said, in quiet, measured tones.

"There, don't tremble," he said, as he took her hand. "I'm not very angry with you, and I'm not going to scold and play the tyrant. You have just refused Lord Maudlaine, when you know that for months past it has been an understood thing that he was to be your husband. I do not ask you why you have done this, because I know. While we were in Italy there was no opposition shown upon your side; since we have returned you have often made me blush for the coldness--almost rudeness--with which you have treated him."

"Oh, papa!" exclaimed Isa, appealingly.

"You must hear me out," he said sternly. "I will tell you why you are cold to him: it is because you think that you love this Brace Norton; and, irrespective of the feeling between our houses, were he a man of honour, he would, after my words to him, have ceased his persecution."

"Your words!" faltered Isa.

"My words," he said sternly. "I saw him, and I have appealed to him in every way, but only to meet with an obstinate refusal. Then I brought to bear means that at the time I believed to be effectual. This is no silly romance of love, my child, but stern fact, that I have to deal with. I have chosen Lord Maudlaine to be your husband. You will be a t.i.tled lady, and some day wear a Countess's coronet. You will both be wealthy, and let me tell you that it is an alliance to be proud of.

Now, promise me that, if I send him in, you will accede to his proposals."

Isa was silent.

"You hear me, Isa," he said, gently--"why do you not reply? You will accede to his wishes, will you not?"

"I cannot," said Isa, in a whisper. "It would be a mockery!"

"Absurd, silly, romantic nonsense, my child! You must accept him, and at once. I wish to have your marriage off my mind before I return to Italy; for I cannot stay in this place."

"Let us go, then, together!" said Isa, eagerly. "Why do you trouble about this matter at all?"

"It is my wish to see you married, and to Lord Maudlaine," he said, firmly. "I cannot live with the constant hara.s.s of this man's pretensions. I tell you, on my honour as a gentleman--since you set at nought my word as your father--that a marriage between you and Brace Norton is an impossibility. I told him--lowering myself even to giving him the reasons; and the man's character is such that--here, look, I have his letter to you, and which I refuse to let you read. I tell you, Isa, that in spite of my moroseness at times, I have a love for you from the way in which you recall your mother; but I would see you in your coffin sooner than the wife of this man!"

"But, papa--dear papa," sobbed Isa, "you are prejudiced--you are cruel!

You do not know how good, and brave, and true he is, and I love him so-- so dearly!"

She threw herself, sobbing, upon his breast, hiding her burning cheeks; while, apparently softened, he held her to him--a sad, wild, pained look in his face, as he kissed and smoothed her long, dark tresses.

"My child," he said, sadly, "I own I hate father and son with a fierce, undying hatred; but it is not that alone which makes me tell you that Brace Norton can never be your husband. Can you not believe me when I tell you that every word I utter is solemn truth?"

"Yes--oh yes!" sobbed Isa.

"Then you will see Lord Maudlaine?"

"Indeed--indeed, I cannot!" sobbed Isa. "I--"

"Hush!" said Sir Murray, sternly, as, rising, he stood holding her hand.

"In plain terms, you must. Hearken to me, Isa. You know me only as a cold, harsh, and bitter man; an unhappy life has made me what I am.

Proud I was always: but I might have been amiable--loving and loved--but it was not to be. I have still some traces of better feeling left; and I ask you--I implore you--not to force me to make revelations that shall prove the impossibility of your wedding Brace Norton. I might look over his father having been the bane of my life, and, did I see that it was for your happiness, give way; but once again, I tell you that it is impossible. Will you take my word?"

Isa looked up into his face with an aspect that was pitiable.

"Can you feel no pity for me?" she whispered.

"Yes," he said, gently; "I am having pity on you, though you cannot see it, and are obliged blindly to take my word. And now I ask you, can you not have pity on me?"

Isa sat as if stunned, while, throwing her hand from him, Sir Murray strode for awhile up and down the room. Then, returning to her, he again seated himself by her side.

"Look here, Isa," he said, "Lord Maudlaine wishes this affair to take place at the end of this month. I may tell him that you consent, may I not?"

"No!" she said, her spirit rising at the thought of being forced into accepting a man she despised. "I will not consent."

"You are blind, Isa--blind!" he said, sadly; and then a groan seemed to tear itself from his breast, as he bent over her, speaking in low, hoa.r.s.e tones.

"I would have spared you," he said; "for whatever you might have felt for this young man, Isa, you had the one good excuse, that you had obeyed me in accepting Lord Maudlaine. Time will not allow that the wedding should longer be deferred. It is his wish that it should take place at once--and mine; for my life is a burden to me here. I lead the life of one haunted by the past; and it was only when, moved by some strange impulse that I could not counteract, I returned, to find, what?--misery, and disappointment, and scenes that remind me of what should have been my happier days. But, once more, do you force me to this avowal? I ask you again to spare yourself and me, taking it for granted that what I tell you is right. May I refrain, and then tell Lord Maudlaine to come to you?"

"I cannot--indeed I cannot!" imploringly exclaimed Isa.

Sir Murray rose, his face working and his whole aspect speaking of the careworn, broken man. Then waiting a few moments, he stood with one hand shading his eyes, before again speaking.

"Isa," he said, "Jane McCray has acted the part of a mother to you, at your own mother's wish; and I have ever kept her at your side. Go to her now, and ask her why I have never shown you a father's love--a parent's tender care; and though she will utter a strenuous defence of the dead, you may read in her words my reason for saying that Brace Norton can never be your husband. You will know yourself that it is impossible that such an union can take place; for, before Heaven, my child, I believe every word I utter to be true!"

Book 2, Chapter XXVII.

WITH TROUBLE LOOMING.

"Dinna be fashed with me, la.s.sie, I ainly say what I think and feel, and I do believe that it is perhaps better things should tak' their course.

If ye could ha' married the man ye chose, Jenny, first aff, I dinna think, my la.s.sie, there'd ha' been this nice, smooth auld face under your cap, and the grey ainly sprunk lightly among your hair, just like to set it aff. Why, your e'en are bright as ay they were, when I had a sair heart aboot Jock Gurdon, who's got well again, and Sir Mooray is na gane to prosecute him; but, Jenny, la.s.sie, he's na sae bad a man, aifter all, Sir Mooray is na, for there, la.s.sie--there they air, ten new crisp five-pound notes, and all for Jock Gurdon, to take him ower to America, and start life as a new man."

"Heaven bless Sir Murray for it!" said Jane, fervently.

"Amen to that, la.s.sie; and I hope Jock Gurdon will mend his ways. And I've been thinking, la.s.sie, that if I tak' the money, it will rise up some of the auld anger in the man, so ye shall e'en do it yer ainsel', and give him a few words for his benefit; for ye're a gude woman, Jane, and Heaven was verra kind to me when He gave me sic a wife."