Tuesday Morning, November 29th
Véronique would not let me go to bed, she insisted upon my eating, and then after dinner I sat in an old but lovely wrap of white crêpe, and she brushed out my hair for more than an hour—there is such a tremendous lot of it, it takes time.
I sat in front of the sitting-room fire and tried not to think. One does feel a wretch after a scene like that. At about half-past nine I heard noises in the passage of people, and with only a preliminary tap Robert and Lady Merrenden came into the room. I started up, and Véronique dropped the brush in her astonishment, and then left us alone.
Both their eyes were shining and excited, and Robert looked crazy with joy; he seized me in his arms, and kissed me, and kissed me, while Lady Merrenden said, “You darling Evangeline! you plucky, clever girl! Tell us all about it!”
“About what?” I said, as soon as I could speak.
“How you managed it.”
“Oh, I must kiss her first, Aunt Sophia!” said Robert. “Did you ever see anything so divinely lovely as she looks with her hair all floating like this, and it is all mine, every bit of it!”
“Yes, it is,” I said, sadly, “and that is about all of value you will get.”
“Come and sit down,” said Robert, “Evangeline, you darling—and look at this.”
Upon which he drew from his pocket a note. I saw at once it was the duke’s writing, and I shivered with excitement. He held it before my eyes.
“Dear Robert,” it began. “I have seen her. I am conquered. She will make a magnificent duchess. Bring her to lunch to-morrow. Yours, Torquilstone.”
I really felt so intensely moved I could not speak.
“Oh, tell us, dear child, how did it happen, and what did you do, and where did you meet!” said Lady Merrenden.
Robert held my hand.
Then I tried to tell them as well as I could, and they listened breathlessly. “I was very rude, I fear,” I ended with, “but I was so angry.”
“It is glorious,” said Robert. “But the best part is that you intended to give me yourself with no prospect of riches. Oh, darling, that is the best gift of all!”
“Was it disgustingly selfish of me?” I said. “But when I saw your poor brother so unhappy-looking, and soured, and unkind, with all his grandeur, I felt that to us, who know what love means, to be together was the thing that matters most in all the world.”
Lady Merrenden then said she knew some people staying here who had an apartment on the first floor, and she would go down and see if they were visible. She would wait for Robert in the hall, she said, and she kissed us good-night and gave us her blessing.
What a dear she is! What a nice pet, to leave us alone!
Robert and I passed another hour of bliss, and I think we must have got to the sixth heaven by now—Robert says the seventh is for the end, when we are married. Well, that will be soon. Oh, I am too happy to write coherently!
I did not wake till late this morning, and Véronique came and said my sitting-room was again full of flowers. The darling Robert is!
I wrote to Christopher and Lady Ver in bed, as I sipped my chocolate. I just told Lady Ver the truth, that Robert and I had met by chance and discovered we loved each other, so I knew she would understand, and I promised I would not break his heart. Then I thanked her for all her kindness to me, but I felt sad when I read it over; poor, dear Lady Ver—how I hope it won’t really hurt her, and that she will forgive me!
To Christopher I said I had found my “variation” worth while, and I hoped he would come to my wedding some day soon.
Then I sent Véronique to post them both.
To-day I am moving to Carlton House Terrace. What a delight that will be! and in a fortnight—or at best three weeks—Robert says we shall quietly go and get married, and Colonel Tom Carden can give me away after all.
Oh, the joy of the dear, beautiful world, and this sweet, dirty, entrancing, fog-bound London! I love it all—even the smuts!