Sir Miles did not wait for the conclusion of the sentence; he rose abruptly, and left the room. Mr. Fielden (so the good priest was named) felt confident of the success of his mission; but to win it the more support, he sought Lucretia. She was then seventeen: it is an age when the heart is peculiarly open to the household ties,—to the memory of a mother, to the sweet name of sister. He sought this girl, he told his tale, and pleaded the sister’s cause. Lucretia heard in silence: neither eye nor lip betrayed emotion; but her colour went and came. This was the only sign that she was moved: moved, but how? Fielden’s experience in the human heart could not guess. When he had done, she went quietly to her desk (it was in her own room that the conference took place), she unlocked it with a deliberate hand, she took from it a pocketbook and a case of jewels which Sir Miles had given her on her last birthday. “Let my sister have these; while I live she shall not want!”
“My dear young lady, it is not these things that she asks from you,—it is your affection, your sisterly heart, your intercession with her natural protector; these, in her name, I ask for,—‘non gemmis, neque purpura venale, nec auro!’”
Lucretia then, still without apparent emotion, raised to the good man’s face deep, penetrating, but unrevealing eyes, and said slowly,—
“Is my sister like my mother, who, they say, was handsome?”
Much startled by this question, Fielden answered: “I never saw your mother, my dear; but your sister gives promise of more than common comeliness.”
Lucretia’s brows grew slightly compressed. “And her education has been, of course, neglected?”
“Certainly, in some points,—mathematics, for instance, and theology; but she knows what ladies generally know,—French and Italian, and such like. Dr. Mivers was not unlearned in the polite letters. Oh, trust me, my dear young lady, she will not disgrace your family; she will justify your uncle’s favour. Plead for her!” And the good man clasped his hands.
Lucretia’s eyes fell musingly on the ground; but she resumed, after a short pause,—
“What does my uncle himself say?”
“Only that he will decide to-morrow.”