He received her very kindly, and drew an easy chair up to the fire for her, no doubt doing as he would be done by, for he was a chilly Indian mortal.Erica had never been into the library before.It was a delightful room, furnished with old carved oak and carpeted with soft Indian rugs.Though dignified by the name of library, it was not nearly so crowded with books as the little study at home;all the volumes were beautifully bound in much-begilt calf or morocco, but they had not the used, loved look of her father's books.On the mantel piece there were some models of Indian idols exquisitely carved in soft, greenish-gray soapstone, and behind these, as if in protest, lurked the only unornamental thing in the room, a very ordinary missionary box, covered with orange-colored paper and impressively black negroes.
"I am sure, my dear," said Mr.Fane-Smith, "that after what occurred last night you will see the desirability of thinking seriously about your plans for the future.I have been intending to speak to you, but waited until we had learned to know each other a little.However, I regret now that I delayed.It is naturally far from desirable that you should remain an inmate of your father's house, and my wife and I should be very glad if you would make your home with us.Of course when it was fully understood in Greyshot that you had utterly renounced your father and your former friends, such unpleasantness as you encountered last night would not again occur; indeed, I fancy you would become exceedingly popular.It would perhaps have been wiser if you would have taken our name, but your aunt tells me you object to that.""Yes," said Erica, who was writhing with anger, and relieved herself by the slight sarca**, "I do object to be Miss Feign-Fane-Smith.""Well, that must be as you please," he resumed; "but I really think if you will accept our offer it will be for your ultimate good."He proceeded to enumerate all the benefits which would accrue to her; then paused.
Erica was silent for a minute.When she spoke it was in the low voice of one who is struggling to restrain passion.
"I am sure you mean this very kindly," she said."I have tried to listen to your offer patiently, though, of course, the moment you began, I knew that I must entirely emphatically, decline it.Iwill NEVER leave my father!"
The last words were spoken with a sort of half-restrained outburst, as if the pent-up passion must find some outlet.
Mr.Fane-Smith was startled.He so seldom thought of Luke Raeburn as a fellow-being at all that perhaps it had never occurred to him that the love of parent to child, and child to parent, is quite independent of creed.
"But, my dear," he said, "you have been baptized.""I have."
"You promised to renounce the devil and all his works.""I did."
"Then how can you hesitate to renounce everything connected with your former life?""Do you mean to imply that my father is the devil or one of his works?"Mr.Fane-Smith was silent.Erica continued:
"God's Fatherhood does not depend on our knowledge of it, or acceptance of it, it is a fact a truth! How then can any one dare to say that such a man as my farther is a work of the devil? Ithought the sin of sins was to attribute to the devil what belongs to God!""You are in a very peculiar position," said Mr.Fane-Smith, uneasily."And I have no doubt it is difficult for you to see things as they really are.But I, who can look at the matter dispassionately, can see that your remaining in your old home would be most dangerous, and not only that, but most painful! To live in a house where you hear all that you most reverence evil spoken of;why, the pain would be unspeakable!"
"I know that," said Erica, in a low voice, "I have found that Iadmit that it is and always will be harder to bear than any one can conceive who has not tried.But to shirk pain is not to follow Christ.As to danger, if you will forgive my saying so, I should find a luxurious life in a place like Greyshot infinitely more trying.""Then could you not take up nursing? Or go into some sisterhood?
Nothing extreme, you know, but just a working sisterhood."Erica smiled, and shook her head.
"Why should I try to make another vocation when God has already given me one?""But, my dear, consider the benefit to your own soul.""A very secondary consideration!" exclaimed Erica, impetuously.
