EDGAR returned to the parlour with a countenance so much brightened, a joy so open, a confidence so manly, and an air so strongly announcing some interesting intelligence, that his history required no prelude. ‘Edgar,’ said Mr. Tyrold, ‘you have a look to disarm care of its corrosion. You could not take a better time to wear so cheering an aspect; I have just learnt that my wife can fix no sort of date for her return; I must borrow, therefore, some reflected happiness; and none, after my children, can bring its sunshine so home to my bosom as yourself’
‘What a fortunate moment have you chosen,’ cried Edgar, affectionately taking him by the hand, ‘to express this generous pleasure in seeing me happy! will you repent, will you retract, when you hear in what it may involve you?... Dearest sir! my honoured, my parental friend! to what a test shall I put your kindness!... Will you give me in charge one of the dearest ties of your existence? will you repose in my care so large a portion of your peace? will you trust to me your Camilla?’
With all the ardour of her character, all the keen and quick feelings of her sensitive mind, scarce had Camilla herself been more struck, more penetrated with sudden joy, sudden wonder, sudden gratification of every kind, than Mr. Tyrold felt at this moment. He more than returned the pressure with which Edgar held his hand, and instantly answered, ‘Yes, my excellent young friend, without hesitation, without a shadow of apprehension for her happiness! though she is all the fondest father can wish;... and though she only who gave her to me is dearer!’
Felicity and tenderness were now the sole guests in the breast of Edgar. He kissed with reverence the hand of Mr. Tyrold, called him by the honoured and endearing title of father; acknowledged that, from the earliest period of observation, Camilla had seemed to him the most amiable of human creatures; spoke with the warm devotion he sincerely felt for her of Mrs. Tyrold; and was breathing forth his very soul in tender rapture upon his happy prospects, when something between a sigh and a groan from the baronet, made him hastily turn round, apologise for not sooner addressing him, and respectfully solicit his consent.
Sir Hugh was in an agitation of delight and surprise almost too potent for his strength. ‘The Lord be good unto me,’ he cried; ‘have I lived to see such a day as this?’ Then, throwing his arms about Edgar’s neck, while his eyes were fast filling with tears, which soon ran plentifully down his cheeks, ‘Good young Edgar!’ he cried; ‘good young man! and do you really love my poor Camilla, for all her not being worth a penny? And will my dear little darling come to so good an end at last, after being disinherited for doing nothing? And will you never vex her, nor speak an unkind word to her? Indeed, young Mr. Edgar, you are a noble boy! you are indeed; and I love you to the bottom of my heart for this true good naturedness!’
Then, again and again embracing him, ‘This is all of a piece,’ he continued, ‘with your saving my poor old Rover, which is a thing I shall never forget to my longest day, being a remarkable sign of a good heart; the poor dog having done nothing to offend, as we can all testify. So that it’s a surprising thing what that mastiff owed him such a grudge for.’
Then quitting him abruptly to embrace Mr. Tyrold, ‘My dear brother,’ he cried, ‘I hope your judgment approves this thing, as well as my sister’s , when she comes to hear it, which I shall send off express, before I sleep another wink, for fear of accidents.’
‘Approve,’ answered Mr. Tyrold, with a look of the most expressive kindness at Edgar, ‘is too cold a word; I rejoice, even thankfully rejoice, to place my dear child in such worthy and beloved hands.’
‘Well, then,’ cried the enchanted baronet, ‘if that’s the case, that we are all of one mind, we had better settle the business at once, all of us being subject to die by delay.’
He then rang the bell, and ordered Jacob to summon Camilla to the parlour, adding, ‘And all the rest too, Jacob, for I have something to tell them every one, which, I make no doubt, they will be very glad to hear, yourself included, as well as your fellow-servants, who have no right to be left out; only let my niece come first, being her own affair.’
Camilla obeyed not the call without many secret sensations of distress and difficulty, but which, mingled with the more obvious ones of modesty and embarrassment, all passed for a flutter of spirits that appeared natural to the occasion.
Mr. Tyrold could only silently embrace her: knowing what she had suffered, and judging thence the excess of her present satisfaction, he would not add to her confusion by any information of his consciousness; but the softness with which he held her to his bosom spoke, beyond all words, his heartfelt sympathy in her happiness.
Camilla had no power to draw herself from his arms; but Edgar hovered round her, and Sir Hugh repeatedly and impatiently demanded to have his turn. Mr. Tyrold, gently disengaging himself from her embraces, gave one of her hands to Edgar, who, with grateful joy, pressed it to his lips.
‘My children!’ he then said, laying a hand upon the shoulder of each, ‘what a sight is this to me! how precious a union! what will it be to your excellent mother! So long and so decidedly it has been our favourite earthly wish, that, were she but restored to me... to her country and to her family... I might, perhaps, require some new evil to prevent my forgetting where... and what I am!’
‘My dear brother, I say! my dear niece! My dear Mr. young Edgar!’ cried Sir Hugh, in the highest good humour, though with nearly exhausted patience, ‘won’t you let me put in a word? nor so much as give you my blessing? though I can hardly hold and soul together for the sake of my joy!’
Camilla cast herself into his arms, he kissed her most fondly saying: ‘Don’t forget your poor old uncle, my dear little girl, for the account of this young Mr. Edgar, because, good as he is, he has taken to you but a short time in comparison with me.’
‘No,’ said Edgar, still tenaciously retaining the hand parentally bestowed upon him; ‘no, dear Sir Hugh, I wish not to rob you of your darling. I wish but to be admitted myself into this dear respected family, and to have Etherington, Cleves, and Beech Park, considered as our alternate and common habitations.’
‘You are the very best young man in the whole wide world!’ cried Sir Hugh, almost sobbing with ecstasy; ‘for you have hit upon just the very thing I was thinking of in my own private mind! What a mercy it is our not accepting that young Captain, who would have run away with her to I don’t know where, instead of being married to the very nearest estate in the county, that will always be living with us!’
The rest of the family now, obedient to the direction of Jacob, who had intimated that something extraordinary was going forward, entered the room.
‘Come in, come in,’ cried Sir Hugh, ‘and hear the good news; for we have just been upon the very point of losing the best opportunity that ever we had in our lives of all living together; which, I hope, we shall now do, without any more strangers coming upon us with their company, being a thing we don’t desire.’
‘But what’s the good news, uncle?’ said Indiana; ‘is it only about our living together?’
‘Why, yes, my dear, that’s the first principle, and the other is, that young Mr. Edgar’s going to marry Camilla, which I hope you won’t take ill, liking being all fancy.’
‘Me?’ cried she, with a disdainful toss of the head, though severely mortified; ‘it’s nothing to me, I’m sure!’
Camilla ashamed, and Edgar embarrassed, strove now mutually to shew Sir Hugh they wished no more might be said: but he only embraced them again, and declared he had never been so full of joy before in his whole life, and would not be cut short.
Miss Margland, extremely piqued, vented her spleen in oblique sarcasms, and sought to heal her offended pride by appeals for justice to her sagacity and foresight in the whole business.
Jacob, now opening the door, said all the servants were come.
Camilla tried to escape; but Sir Hugh would not permit her, and the house-keeper and butler led the way, followed by every other domestic of the house.
‘Well, my friends,’ he cried, ‘wish her joy, which I am sure you will do of your own accord, for she’s going to be mistress of Beech Park; which I thought would have been the case with my other niece, till I found out my mistakes; which is of no consequence now, all having ended for the best; though unknown to us poor mortals.’
The servants obeyed with alacrity, and offered their hearty congratulations to the blushing Camilla and happy Edgar,............