‘Yes, yes!’ Lady Le Breton went on, almost passionately. ‘Can’t you manage somehow to get yourself out of it? I hope you haven’t utterly compromised yourself! Couldn’t dear Herbert go down to What’s-his-name Pomeroy, and induce the father—a grocer, if I remember right—induce him, somehow or other, to compromise the matter?’
‘Compromise!’ cried Ernest, uncertain whether to laugh or be angry.
‘Yes, compromise it!’ Lady Le Breton answered, endeavouring to calm herself. ‘Of course that Machiavellian girl has tried to drag you into it; and the family have aided and abetted her; and you’ve been weak and foolish—though not, I trust, wicked—and allowed them to get their net closed almost imperceptibly around you. But it isn’t too late to withdraw even now, my poor, dear, deluded Ernest. It isn’t too late to withdraw even now. Think of the disgrace and shame to the family! Think of your dear brothers and their blighted prospects! Don’t allow this designing girl to draw you helplessly into such an ill-assorted marriage! Reflect upon your own future happiness! Consider what it will be to drag on years of your life with a woman, no longer perhaps externally attractive, whom you could never possibly respect or love for her own internal qualities! Don’t go and wreck your own life, and your brothers’ lives, for any mistaken and Quixotic notions of false honour! You mayn’t like to throw her over, after you’ve once been inveigled into saying “Yes” (and the feeling, though foolish, does your heart credit); but reflect, my dear boy, such a promise, so obtained, can hardly be considered binding upon your conscience! I’ve no doubt dear Herbert, who’s a capital man of business, would get them readily enough to agree to a compromise or a compensation.’
‘My dear mother,'said Ernest white with indignation, but speaking very quietly, as soon as he could edge in a word, ‘you quite misunderstand the whole question. Edie Oswald is a lady by nature, with all a lady’s best feelings—I hate the word because of its false implications, but I can’t use any other that will convey to you my meaning—and I love and admire and respect and worship her with all my heart and with all my soul. She hasn’t inveigled me or set her cap at me, as you call it, in any way; she’s the sweetest, timidest, most shrinking little thing that ever existed; on the contrary, it is I who have humbly asked her to accept me, because I know no other woman to whom I could give my whole heart so unreservedly. To tell you the truth, mother, with my ideas and opinions, I could hardly be happy with any girl of the class that you would call distinctively ladies: their class prejudices and their social predilections would jar and grate upon me at every turn. But Edie Oswald’s a girl whom I could worship and love without any reserve—whom I can reverence for her beautiful character, her goodness, and her delicacy of feeling. She has honoured me by accepting me, and I’m going to marry her at the end of this month, and I want, if possible, to get your consent to the marriage before I do so. She’s a wife of whom I shall be proud in every way; I wish I could think she would have equal cause to be proud of her husband.’
Lady Le Breton threw herself once more into a paroxysm of tears. ‘Oh, Ernest,’ she cried, ‘do spare me! do spare me! This is too wicked, too unfeeling, too cruel of you altogether! I knew already you were very selfish and heartless and headstrong, but I didn’t know you were quite so unmanageable and so unkind as this. I appeal to your better nature—for you HAVE a better nature—I’m sure you have a better nature: you’re MY son, and you can’t be utterly devoid of good impulses. I appeal confidently to your better nature to throw off this unhappy, designing, wicked girl before it is too late! She has made you forget your duty to your mother, but not, I hope, irrevocably. Oh, my poor, dear, wandering boy, won’t you listen to the voice of reason? won’t you return once more like the prodigal son, to your neglected mother and your forgotten duty?’
‘My dear mother,’ Ernest said, hardly knowing how to answer, ‘you WILL persist in completely misunderstanding me. I love Edie Oswald with all my heart; I have promised to marry her, because she has done me the great and undeserved honour of accepting me as her future husband; and even if I wanted to break off the engagement (which it would break my own heart to do), I certainly couldn’t break it off now without the most disgraceful and dishonourable wickedness. That is quite fixed and certain, and I can’t go back upon it in any way.’
‘Then you insist, you unnatural boy,’ said Lady Le Breton, wiping her eyes, and assuming the air of an injured parent, ‘you insist, against my express wish, in marrying this girl Osborne, or whatever you call her?’
‘Yes, I do, mother,’ Ernest answered quietly.
‘In that case,’ said Lady Le Breton, coldly, ‘I must beg of you that you won’t bring this lady, whether as your wife or otherwise, under my roof. I haven’t been accustomed to associate with the daughters of tradesmen, and I don’t wish to associate with them now in any way.’
‘If so,’ Ernest said, very softly, ‘I can’t remain under your roof myself any longer. I can go nowhere at all where my future wife will not be received on exactly the same terms that I am.’