It may be surprising that Maggie, among whose many imperfections an excessive delight in admiration and acknowledged supremacy were not absent now, any more than when she was instructing the gypsies with a view towards achieving a royal position among them, was not more elated on a day when she had had the tribute of so many looks and smiles, together with that satisfactory consciousness which had necessarily come from being taken before Lucy's cheval glass and made to look at the full length of her tall beauty, crowned by the night of her massy hair.Maggie had smiled at herself then, and for the moment had forgotten everything in the sense of her own beauty.If that state of mind could have lasted, her choice would have been to have Stephen Guest at her feet, offering her a life filled with all luxuries, with daily incense of adoration near and distant, with all possibilities of culture at her command.But there were things in her stronger than vanity - passion, and affection, and long deep memories of early discipline and effort, of early claims on her love and pity; and the stream of vanity was soon swept along and mingled imperceptibly with that wider current which was at its highest force today, under the double urgency of the events and inward impulses brought by the last week.
Philip had not spoken to her himself about the removal of obstacles between them on his father's side - he shrank from that - but he had told everything to Lucy, with the hope that Maggie, being informed through her, might give him some encouraging sign that their being brought thus much nearer to each other was a happiness to her.The rush of conflicting feelings was too great for Maggie to say much when Lucy with a face breathing playful joy, like one of Correggio's cherubs, poured forth her triumphant revelation, and Lucy could hardly be surprised that she could do little more than cry with gladness at the thought of her father's wish being fulfilled and of Tom's getting the Mill again in reward for all his hard striving.The details of preparation for the bazaar had then come to usurp Lucy's attention for the next few days, and nothing had been said by the cousins on subjects that were likely to rouse deeper feelings.Philip had been to the house more than once, but Maggie had had no private conversation with him, and thus she had been left to fight her inward battle without interference.
But when the bazaar was fairly ended, and the cousins were alone again, resting together at home, Lucy said, `You must give up going to stay with your aunt Moss the day after tomorrow, Maggie: write a note to her, and tell her you have put it off at my request and I'll send the man with it.She won't be displeased - you'll have plenty of time to go by and by.And I don't want you to go out of the way just now.'
`Yes, indeed I must go, dear - I can't put it off.I wouldn't leave aunt Gritty out for the world.And I shall have very little time, for I'm going away to a new situation on the twenty fifth of June.'
`Maggie!' said Lucy, almost white with astonishment.
`I didn't tell you, dear,' said Maggie, making a great effort to command herself, `because you've been so busy.But some time ago, I wrote to our old governess, Miss Firniss, to ask her to let me know if she met with any situation that I could fill, and the other day I had a letter from her telling me that I could take three orphan pupils of hers to the coast during the holidays and then make trial of a situation with her as teacher.
I wrote yesterday to accept the offer.'
Lucy felt so hurt that for some moments she was unable to speak.
`Maggie,' she said at last, `how could you be so unkind to me - not to tell me - to take such a step - and now!' She hesitated a little, and then added - `And Philip? I thought everything was going to be so happy.
O Maggie - what is the reason? Give it up - let me write.There is nothing now to keep you and Philip apart.'
`Yes,' said Maggie, faintly.`There is Tom's feeling.He said I must give him up, if I married Philip.And I know he will not change - at least not for a long while - unless something happened to soften him.'
`But I will talk to him - he's coming back this week.And this good news about the Mill will soften him.And I'll talk to him about Philip.
Tom's always very compliant to me - I don't think he's so obstinate.'
`But I must go,' said Maggie, in a distressed voice.`I must leave some time to pass.Don't press me to stay, dear Lucy.'
Lucy was silent for two or three minutes, looking away and ruminating.
At length she knelt down by her cousin and looking up in her face with anxious seriousness, said--`Maggie, is it that you don't love Philip well enough to marry him?
- tell me - trust me.'
Maggie held Lucy's hands tightly in silence a little while.Her owns hands were quite cold.But when she spoke, her voice was quietly clear and distinct.
`Yes, Lucy - I would choose to marry him.I think it would be the best and highest lot for me - to make his life happy.He loved me first.No one else could be quite what he is to me.But I can't divide myself from my brother for life.I must go away, and wait.Pray don't speak to me again about it.'
Lucy obeyed in pain and wonder.The next word she said was, `Well, dear Maggie, at least you will go to the dance at Park House tomorrow, and have some music and brightness, before you go to pay these dull, dutiful visits.Ah! here come aunty and the tea.'
